Kill The Messenger, an insomniac’s collection of darkness, defiance, questioning and counting losses, dissecting dreams, battling depression and the memories that sting like madness, like rage that leaves deep wounds in the heart of love marred by the scars lingering like bitter obsessions, like hope, like sorrow waking to survival, life in spite of the…
Ghost
Dark curtains parted just enough to let light in just enough to welcome home those long lost shadows lonely and restless as my own ©Debbie Berk
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 dying leaf bears a blood stain” I re-trace the steps of my ancestors past down the rabbit hole and back from the brutal and bloody battles fought and lost within…
