Let your sorrow smile once in a while.
prose
Sharing secrets
True love is letting someone else eat from the carton of ice cream you keep hidden in the back of the freezer.
Tempest
If your storm has lightning and rainbows —
Be glad, be glad.
Infinite realities
If something is just plain red, how do we know that it isn’t actually red with red
Forgotten
Desert: a piece of Earth that God forgot to water.
—Terri Guillemets
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