If something is just plain red, how do we know that it isn’t actually red with red
terri guillemets
composed by yours truly
Forgotten
Desert: a piece of Earth that God forgot to water.
—Terri Guillemets
Drifter
Moments drift like smoke
disappearing while you sleep —
tick, tick, tick
tick, tick, tick
blackout poetry created from Maud Casey, The Man Who Walked Away, 2014
Mama-kisses
A mother’s kiss lovingly forgives the past, present, and future.
Cycles
Death recycles life
Life recycles death
Changeup
We need rests called naps
and rests called play,
We need little moving rests
called getting away.
Vertigo
i think my body
is afraid of heights
because my mind
is already always
too dangerously
close to the edge
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
Acupuncturist
pulse tells our secrets —
seeking wellness with needles
healer points the way —