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“my brain is many colors, vague,
like massed flowers:
total spectrum of petals
beginning with black.
I wear my costume inside
like blood and bones,
keep graphs of my ups and downs,
discover people laugh more
at my falls than at my flying.
The moral of this story is:
sad eyes need also tears.”
― Rumors of Ecstasy, Rumors of Death
like massed flowers:
total spectrum of petals
beginning with black.
I wear my costume inside
like blood and bones,
keep graphs of my ups and downs,
discover people laugh more
at my falls than at my flying.
The moral of this story is:
sad eyes need also tears.”
― Rumors of Ecstasy, Rumors of Death
“An ominous curiousity writhes:
rumors of ecstasy
haunt me like
rumors of death”
―
rumors of ecstasy
haunt me like
rumors of death”
―
“When the heart stops oozing blood
& the outpouring is clear as water
(so to speak) then you know you've
turned the corner & will be well.
When you look inward & all pathways
are no longer dark but clearly lighted
& shine like transparent drinking straws
then you know you'll find your way alone.
When the gray morning has nothing to do
with you & doesn't weigh you down
like a heavy blanket, then you know
that moving will be easy again and
your body will flow through time
like the river it really is, smooth & deep.
no rocks, no shallows to smash or catch you,
keep you from moving on.
When the heart slows
to its normal rhythm and the beauty
of birdsong at dawn doesn't make you cry
because you are alone listening, then you
know that everything has happened that is
going to for now, and you can get on with
your life & everything about it that was
yours alone and always finer than
anyone could ever imagine it would be
without him. ”
―
& the outpouring is clear as water
(so to speak) then you know you've
turned the corner & will be well.
When you look inward & all pathways
are no longer dark but clearly lighted
& shine like transparent drinking straws
then you know you'll find your way alone.
When the gray morning has nothing to do
with you & doesn't weigh you down
like a heavy blanket, then you know
that moving will be easy again and
your body will flow through time
like the river it really is, smooth & deep.
no rocks, no shallows to smash or catch you,
keep you from moving on.
When the heart slows
to its normal rhythm and the beauty
of birdsong at dawn doesn't make you cry
because you are alone listening, then you
know that everything has happened that is
going to for now, and you can get on with
your life & everything about it that was
yours alone and always finer than
anyone could ever imagine it would be
without him. ”
―
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Debra’s 2025 Year in Books
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