I wear your name like the fading memory of a cheap tattoo and as I trace these jagged lines, curse the sloppy ink I am reminded of only the regret there is nothing here I wish to keep lest of all the grief 2/10/2019 ©Debbie Berk 2019 Not sure where this poem came from, it…
New Poetry Collection
New collection of poems now available on Amazon Season and Shadows by Debbie Berk
The Wingless Bird
From the creative mind of an insomniac… a digitally edited drawing of mine and the poem that inspired her. She calls herself Turdy Bird because she’s tired and feels like shit! I’ve become like a large and wingless bird trapped here in this over crowded nest too fat to…
Damn these jagged needles and bloody threads
Here I am again cutting into the tender wound of darkness to make room for yet another ghost and sewing secrets into the sorrows of my already bruised and reluctant yet welcoming skin 1/9/2019 ©Debbie Berk
Mercy Flight
Be at peace and fly lay down your shadow Rise far from the darkness into the waiting wings of freedom and light 1/18/2019 ©Debbie Berk
