for love’s rewards we stick our necks out
vulnerability a’pulse, blissful anticipation —
and love kisses our risk and nuzzles our napes
but after a time — short or long or in between —
we lose our heads to his swift sharp guillotine
our foolish blind hearts beat on nonetheless
and carry a torch right up to the inquest
—Terri Guillemets
What are flowers without the bees,
What of grasses without the breeze?
Nothing the wind if not for the trees,
Nada la quesadilla sin el cheese.
—Terri Guillemets
There’s no other love like the love for a brother. There’s no other love like the love from a brother.
—Terri Guillemets
The past can’t see you, but the future is listening.
—Terri Guillemets
Hate less, live longer.
—Terri Guillemets