This Is How The Poetry Bleeds
It is the haunting of the words, the disturbed silences of the aching thoughts like lost souls searching for “home” and I, their tortured guide […]
haunted
Observations of the Rain
Part 1 raindrops like fingertips on the windows tapping shadows impolitely asking to be invited in, their grief violently pouring through the vulnerable cracks of […]
Blue River
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 […]
It Watches……
A short story I glimpsed again the shadow, heard the sound once more, a faint, desperate cry……distant. There was a knock at the door, […]
