
[Postcard 2: You ever see the sunset from Outer Space? I have.]
She threw herself a funeral —
“Like Tom Sawyer only better!”
We wore:
Lily wreaths, roses on our wrists, unseemly boutonnières.
We sang:
Amazing Grace, How Can I Keep from Singing, The Blue Green Hills of Earth
Her voice soared above us like a mothership.
I did not cry.
My eyes were dry.
— C.S.E. Cooney, from poem Postcards From Mars
- There Is Another Reality, The Genuine OneThere is another reality, the genuine one, which we lose sight of. This other reality is always sending us hints, which without art, we can’t receive. — Pablo Neruda
- The Way In Is The Only Way OutIf one desires clear sight One cannot place one’s trust in reflections. The way in is The only way out. — Wu Hsin
- All That You Touch, You ChangeAll that you touch, you change. All that you change, changes you. — science fiction author Octavia E. Butler from book Parable of the Sower
- I Wanted My Life To CloseI wanted the past to go away, I wanted to leave it, like another country; I wanted my life to close… — Mary Oliver
- Destroy Your Reputation.Forget safety. Live where you fear to live. Destroy your reputation. Be notorious. —Rumi