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Deborah J. Brasket, Author

~ Writing on the Edge of the Wild

Deborah J. Brasket, Author

Tag Archives: Oneness

Hot Hills in Summer Heat, A Poem

July 23, 2023

Hot Hills in Summer Heat I watch them every summer, the hot hills Crouched like a lion beside the road, …

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Poem: A Prodigal Turns Prophet

July 11, 2021

Three summers I spent by the river in the heat of a homeless camp. (Having left my father’s home, which …

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Mothers & Other Lovers, Compelling Art

June 14, 2015

What makes compelling art? Why do I find this image of mother and child, and the ones below, so powerful and …

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Tremble of a Leaf, Balancing Interior and Exterior Lives

July 21, 2013

I wrote this poem as a grad student while living in that highly interior world of academia. I’d been feeling …

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After sailing around the world in a small boat for six years, I came to appreciate how tiny and insignificant we humans appear in our natural and untamed surroundings, living always on the edge of the wild, into which we are embedded even while being that thing which sets us apart. Now living again on the edge of the wild in a home that borders a nature preserve, I am re-exploring what it means to be human in a more than human world.

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