I forget sometimes that it’s like poking the dead with a stick and expecting a response surprised at the silence and other times, oh the words, what noisy little ghosts they are Debbie Berk 4/12/2016
The Devouring
Trapped in this dark space soul lost to an even darker fate and time moves like a slow curse in the belly of the ever ravenous worm the watchful predator with a devoted kind of sickness, mad and twisted like love stalking its prey, waiting in the silent shadows to collect what is owed, eager…
The Night The Darkness Would Not Die
Words & Image ©Debbie Berk 2016 / www.debbieberk.com /debbiedberk@gmail.com
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.
Sorrow Opens a Window
Hope left without leaving a note, just the ghosts of words it never spoke but only kept in silent truths tucked neatly away in the shadowy deep corners of a private pain and the quiet of its unheard tears that scream out now like the wind, begging to be let back in 10/6/2015 ©Debbie…
The Haunted Poem
I don’t remember the exact moment I died or why my thoughts still wander beyond the grave or why my ghost cannot rest still desperately clawing postcards, letters and lonely verse into the dirt of my worm infested heart that feasts on the love and longings never read, never sent but only lost…
Kill The Messenger is now available
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…
The Language of Poetry and Dreams
Voices scream out from the fog of sleep into the conscious whisper of dreams waking silences of the heart speaking forgotten truths from the depths of those far away places within…… ©Debbie Berk
