This poem and image will appear in the Spring/Summer 2016 issue of The Stray Branch along with a few of my other photos.
Keepers of the Misfit Gardens
Keepers of the Misfit Gardens We navigate the darkness with little more than the light of our dreams to guide us, more lost than found, more hopeful than knowing We stake our claims on forsaken ground planting wildly impatient and imperfect seeds, while loving and nurturing weeds; finding beauty in the most unbeautiful things 10/7/2015…
Sorrow Opens a Window
Hope left without leaving a note, just the ghosts of words it never spoke but only kept in silent truths tucked neatly away in the shadowy deep corners of a private pain and the quiet of its unheard tears that scream out now like the wind, begging to be let back in 10/6/2015 ©Debbie…
She
lives, a shadow within the glass her full reflection never a complete clarity as her image remains half between the worlds of neither here nor there but only stuck somewhere in time like a ghost, or an old photography out of focus and ever fading as she slips further into the darkness; never fully living…
Time Machine
take me back to somewhere in the far away past, somewhere before the monsters came lurking in through the looking glass that shattered ‘neath the weight of so many eyes that bullied me into the blind corners of a darkness unrelenting, held captive in the watchful glares of their haunting hatred, where all I ever saw was…
