Poem and Image ©Debbie Berk 2017
The Girl Who Waits at the Edge of the Tracks
I keep her ghost as if she were my own and though I never knew her I can feel her stirring within my bones, can hear the whispered breaths of her calling the secrets of our lost flesh home 7/6/2017 Debbie Berk rev 8/15/2017 Image created using stock photos from 123rf along with one of…
The Warrior
It is through the distance of the deepest darkness slow and long that I find the dawn touching the face of hope as I trace the shadows and the shape of one more scar searching the edges or the center of the light that shines, guides from the fight of the flame ever burning within…
Hunting the Honey Bee
Words and Photo Copyright Debbie Berk 2017 Lost in love and the brightly colored darkness of it all bare and barely aware of the danger I surrender my softly bruised flesh to the beautiful brutally of an intoxicating touch sweet as death and my echoed breath caught in the swelling silence of a passing…
