The Poetic Flesh
I think of you, thoughts that touch me like the naked whispers of your poetic flesh I long to write my dreams upon ©Debbie Berk / 11/14/2014
poetry
Time of Death
slipping into the slow rot of a cadaver’s skin laid out on a cold gurney I am dreaming of lost and forgotten journeys trapped […]
Family Tree
“dark, broken and bent and resting against a rusty barbed wire fence it looms hauntingly; every branch sharp as a blade and every dead and […]