Sorrow’s Poem I am the wound that weeps and invisibly bleeds I am the dream that cannot wake and the pain that never sleeps I am the doubting hope of darkness deep I am neither ghost nor living caught between worlds, lost without the words to write me home ©Debbie Berk 2016
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.
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…
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…
