Desert: a piece of Earth that God forgot to water.
—Terri Guillemets
prose
Mama-kisses
A mother’s kiss lovingly forgives the past, present, and future.
Cycles
Death recycles life
Life recycles death
Mindfield
Worry is my worst enemy — an enemy I unleash upon myself.
Haven
My favorite place to be is snuggled up in your heart.
Reasonless
there’s no reason
grief and hope
can’t be friends
Be light
Laughter is a feather. Anger is a brick.
Dreamy
He woke me at midnight on February fourteen, to have the first
Writing styles
After all these years I’ve finally pegged my writing style —
—“Ink marrow,” 2009
On the days I’ve had too much coffee, my writing style turns to overcaffeinated spiritual warrior.
—“Kiai!,” 2012
After thirty-four years of writing, I feel that I’m finally about to break free from my juvenilia phase. In a few
—“Self-taut,” 2019
Ageless
Walking: the most ancient exercise and still the best modern exercise.
Come here
Don’t spend too much of your life avoiding the sharp edges of shattered dreams.
Life is dirty
You can’t get overwhelmed by the thought of all the weeds if there are flowers in your soul.
Lost & fined
Library fines are my favorite charitable donation.