Time — the abundance of now.
blackout poetry created from Cliff McNish, The Scent of Magic, 2001
terri guillemets
composed by yours truly
Illusionist
The stars, like many other things, are only romantic from a distance.
Advice
Have your final drink first — and then stop.
Breathlessly beautiful
Autumn breathes in golden sunshine and breathes out a frosty chill.
Measure not surrender
Listen to the voice of doubt only if it has something insightful to say, not if it’s just spouting fear.
Give & take
I was so in the present moment the past was no longer part
Stride
Walking gets the body moving, the blood moving, the mind moving.
Viewpoint
Pray on the shadowy hillside of hardship and on the sunny hillside of happiness.
Measureless
Facts and figures are never the whole story.
Shadows long after light is gone
end of life decisions
seep grieving guilt
into every crack
of broken hearts—
life is the always
ultimate sacredness
and to play god
feels sacrilegious—
even the right decision
reverberates as wrong
Out of the blue
Birds are beautiful and amazing creatures, until you walk underneath one who had
Between
overcast spring day
musing under olive tree
on top of the world
Alone
For those uneasy with the world, solitude is the only guarantee of confidence.