Terri Guillemets Archives — 1991
This is the archive of my publicly published writing from 1991 — the good, the bad, the absolutely terrible, the active and the retired. Some entries were originally untitled with a title added later, and some were first published under other pen names.
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Mother Nature is the ultimate truth of the show must go on.
TITLE: Motherly perseverance
SOURCE: journal
DATE: 1991 Feb 24
The world is changing so fast I've got societal vertigo.
TITLE: Speedway
SOURCE: journal
DATE: 1991 Aug 28
LOCATION: Tucson, ArᎥɀønα
Some colors exist in dreams that are not present in the waking spectrum.
TITLE: Sir Reality
DATE: 1991 Oct 10
If something is just plain red, how do we know that it isn't actually red with redpolka dots?
TITLE: Infinite realities
DATE: 1991 Apr 1
Winter's cold-black celestial canvas showcases
the twinkling anatomy of Orion and his skymates...
TITLE: Stellar
DATE: 1991 Nov 26
LOCATION: Tucson, Arizona
Weather is a great metaphor for life — sometimes it's good, sometimes it's bad, and there's nothing much we can do about it but carry an umbrella or choose to dance in the rain.
TITLE: Homeward
DATE: 1991 Dec 19
NOTES: revised
Poetry is not always words.
TITLE: Moonglow over the mountain
SOURCE: journal
DATE: 1991 May 17
History is a tattoo of a moment in time.
TITLE: Imprint
SOURCE: schoolwork
DATE: 1991 Jan 15
It's no coincidence that four of the six letters in health are "heal."
DATE: 1991 Mar 27
All we experience is reality filtered with self.
TITLE: Consenses
SOURCE: schoolwork
DATE: 1991 Sep 18
NOTES: revised
sunshine has no budget
the sea no red tape
trees do not license
themselves to the countryside
bees don't invoice the flowers
there is no committee of oceans
and i've never seen a bird
take out nest owner's insurance...
TITLE: Incorporated
DATE: 1991 Sep 29
NOTES: revised
perhaps apathy is a wave of emotions
too afraid to burst out of the darkness
into the bright light of day —
or feelings cozily dozing under
the warm cover of indifference
fearful that the biting cold
will take the joy out of the day
if they rise from bed too early
TITLE: Misnomer
DATE: 1991 Sep 25
NOTES: revised
Present your family and friends with their eulogies now — they won't be able to hear how much you love and appreciate them from the grave.
DATE: 1991 Sep 2
NOTES: revised
The cigarette is a mortal passion.
SOURCE: journal
DATE: 1991 Dec 5
Life is a mortal maze, and only a few truly find their way.
SOURCE: journal
DATE: 1991 Aug 31
I love the subtle rustling quiet of a college library study.
DATE: 1991 Oct 19
LOCATION: UnᎥᏉersᎥty ℴf ArᎥzønα
dancing under midnight stars
on damp grass in the dark —
a good friend by my side
youth's music in our ears
wildcats watching hereaway
in the cool fall desert night —
zero credit hours for school
but dozens of them for life
TITLE: no Physics
SOURCE: journal
DATE: 1991 Sep 22
AGE: seventeen
LOCATION: University of Arizona, Tucson
NOTES: revised
Poetry swallows the precarious boundary between self and world.
Poetry traces the serpentine boundaries of self and world.
Poetry sings wild of the dangersome boundary between self and world.
Poetry breaks through the guarded boundary between self and world.
Poetry walks the line — a bit unbalanced — between self and world.
Poetry crosses the ethereal border between self and world.
Poetry word-tramples the fragile border between self and world.
Poetry treads silently from dreams of self to the world.
Poetry seeps from the crack of self to the limitless world.
Poetry merges self with world. Poetry splits world from self.
Poetry's butterfly, Self, lands on the flowering World; together they make beauty.
TITLE: Poetry, a creation of self & the world
SOURCE: schoolwork
DATE: 1991 Oct 16
NOTES: revised
Hot fudge is the fairy prince, a knight in chocolate armor — the happily ever after of ice cream.
TITLE: Waiting for Friday nights
SOURCE: journal
DATE: 1991 Mar 8
NOTES: revised
Ice cream is happiness condensed, on a cone.
DATE: 1991 Feb 21
NOTES: revised
If ice cream is scooped but no one is there to eat it, does it still taste good?
DATE: 1991 Aug 23
I'm holding a teardrop for a friend
Until his heartache and misery end.
DATE: 1991 Nov 15
If a placebo has an effect, is it any less real than the real thing?
TITLE: Effectual
DATE: 1991 Oct 9
Poets are like magicians, searching for magical phrases to pull rabbits out of people's souls.
DATE: 1991 Jun 12
A bomb has nothing to do with freedom — except men's freedom to kill each other.
TITLE: Explosions of numb
SOURCE: school assignment
DATE: 1991 Jan 23
Aspire to a lower level of harm.
DATE: 1991 Dec 27
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Mother Nature is the ultimate truth of the show must go on.
TITLE: Motherly perseverance
SOURCE: journal
DATE: 1991 Feb 24
The world is changing so fast I've got societal vertigo.
TITLE: Speedway
SOURCE: journal
DATE: 1991 Aug 28
LOCATION: Tucson, ArᎥɀønα
Some colors exist in dreams that are not present in the waking spectrum.
TITLE: Sir Reality
DATE: 1991 Oct 10
If something is just plain red, how do we know that it isn't actually red with red
TITLE: Infinite realities
DATE: 1991 Apr 1
Winter's cold-black celestial canvas showcases
the twinkling anatomy of Orion and his skymates...
TITLE: Stellar
DATE: 1991 Nov 26
LOCATION: Tucson, Arizona
Weather is a great metaphor for life — sometimes it's good, sometimes it's bad, and there's nothing much we can do about it but carry an umbrella or choose to dance in the rain.
TITLE: Homeward
DATE: 1991 Dec 19
NOTES: revised
Poetry is not always words.
TITLE: Moonglow over the mountain
SOURCE: journal
DATE: 1991 May 17
History is a tattoo of a moment in time.
TITLE: Imprint
SOURCE: schoolwork
DATE: 1991 Jan 15
It's no coincidence that four of the six letters in health are "heal."
DATE: 1991 Mar 27
All we experience is reality filtered with self.
TITLE: Consenses
SOURCE: schoolwork
DATE: 1991 Sep 18
NOTES: revised
sunshine has no budget
the sea no red tape
trees do not license
themselves to the countryside
bees don't invoice the flowers
there is no committee of oceans
and i've never seen a bird
take out nest owner's insurance...
TITLE: Incorporated
DATE: 1991 Sep 29
NOTES: revised
perhaps apathy is a wave of emotions
too afraid to burst out of the darkness
into the bright light of day —
or feelings cozily dozing under
the warm cover of indifference
fearful that the biting cold
will take the joy out of the day
if they rise from bed too early
TITLE: Misnomer
DATE: 1991 Sep 25
NOTES: revised
Present your family and friends with their eulogies now — they won't be able to hear how much you love and appreciate them from the grave.
DATE: 1991 Sep 2
NOTES: revised
The cigarette is a mortal passion.
SOURCE: journal
DATE: 1991 Dec 5
Life is a mortal maze, and only a few truly find their way.
SOURCE: journal
DATE: 1991 Aug 31
I love the subtle rustling quiet of a college library study.
DATE: 1991 Oct 19
LOCATION: UnᎥᏉersᎥty ℴf ArᎥzønα
dancing under midnight stars
on damp grass in the dark —
a good friend by my side
youth's music in our ears
wildcats watching hereaway
in the cool fall desert night —
zero credit hours for school
but dozens of them for life
TITLE: no Physics
SOURCE: journal
DATE: 1991 Sep 22
AGE: seventeen
LOCATION: University of Arizona, Tucson
NOTES: revised
Poetry swallows the precarious boundary between self and world.
Poetry traces the serpentine boundaries of self and world.
Poetry sings wild of the dangersome boundary between self and world.
Poetry breaks through the guarded boundary between self and world.
Poetry walks the line — a bit unbalanced — between self and world.
Poetry crosses the ethereal border between self and world.
Poetry word-tramples the fragile border between self and world.
Poetry treads silently from dreams of self to the world.
Poetry seeps from the crack of self to the limitless world.
Poetry merges self with world. Poetry splits world from self.
Poetry's butterfly, Self, lands on the flowering World; together they make beauty.
TITLE: Poetry, a creation of self & the world
SOURCE: schoolwork
DATE: 1991 Oct 16
NOTES: revised
Hot fudge is the fairy prince, a knight in chocolate armor — the happily ever after of ice cream.
TITLE: Waiting for Friday nights
SOURCE: journal
DATE: 1991 Mar 8
NOTES: revised
Ice cream is happiness condensed, on a cone.
DATE: 1991 Feb 21
NOTES: revised
If ice cream is scooped but no one is there to eat it, does it still taste good?
DATE: 1991 Aug 23
I'm holding a teardrop for a friend
Until his heartache and misery end.
DATE: 1991 Nov 15
If a placebo has an effect, is it any less real than the real thing?
TITLE: Effectual
DATE: 1991 Oct 9
Poets are like magicians, searching for magical phrases to pull rabbits out of people's souls.
DATE: 1991 Jun 12
A bomb has nothing to do with freedom — except men's freedom to kill each other.
TITLE: Explosions of numb
SOURCE: school assignment
DATE: 1991 Jan 23
Aspire to a lower level of harm.
DATE: 1991 Dec 27