Photo / Poem by Debbie Berk
Ode to the Pretty Poets
So eloquently their eyes mirror empty and yes, we are told that this is what beauty really is and that to suffer is to truly live so we ignore our own deaths get lost in their depths and praise being lost in the nowhere places of the nothingness spaces we long to call home if…
The Haunted House
This poem and image will appear in the Spring/Summer 2016 issue of The Stray Branch along with a few of my other photos.
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…
New Poem ~ August 17th 2015
Darkness and Dirty Diners and the Midnight Host Serving Up Death as the Poetry Weeps Into Its Day Old Coffee, Cold as a Corpse These dense and hollow bones and bland flesh that you’ve gifted me are as empty as the silence within words without teeth, and limp as the thin blue veins sucked…
