DEBBIE COLLINS
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POETRY
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I stumble over dreams
in quiet desperation,
I keep them in my closet
with the pointy-toed shoes
I take them out from
time to time
and finger them gently
worrying over each one
like grandma at her beads
They huddle together
under the socks with
holes in their heels
threadbare and unrealized –
all of them
When Debbie is not reading or writing, she enjoys letting her dog drag her around her Richmond, Virginia neighborhood and cooking for two. She usually writes about unredeemable people in bad situations, but there is a touch of hopefulness in some of her poetry. She has been published in Third Wednesday, antinarrative, and The Lake, among others.
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