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“Love, that dark song married to footsteps, is pulled between ecstatic fulfillment and loss in Vorreyer’s poems. With her gift for indelible images—a blood-red heaven, a hand on a lover’s ribs like a harpist, a white whale painted on a beloved’s lips—Vorreyer creates the sensual portents for a doomed desire. The body and its pleasures constantly manifests in new and surprising ways, and with those new delights, something more to lose. This love and its inevitable ending, how I feasted on it.”
-Traci Brimhall
“Love, that dark song married to footsteps, is pulled between ecstatic fulfillment and loss in Vorreyer’s poems. With her gift for indelible images—a blood-red heaven, a hand on a lover’s ribs like a harpist, a white whale painted on a beloved’s lips—Vorreyer creates the sensual portents for a doomed desire. The body and its pleasures constantly manifests in new and surprising ways, and with those new delights, something more to lose. This love and its inevitable ending, how I feasted on it.”
-Traci Brimhall
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