November fourteenth
high: eighty-eight F degrees
that’s not Fahrenheit
—Terri Guillemets
November fourteenth
high: eighty-eight F degrees
that’s not Fahrenheit
—Terri Guillemets
ninety-three degrees
november the sixth
summer-autumn in phoenix
—Terri Guillemets
Owls are hunters
Humans are mechanical separators —
separating by metal machines
meat from bones
life from death
fat from essence —
but in Nature, where Man used to come from
a long time ago — remember it? —
none of those things is separable.
BRAIN from SENSE
—Terri Guillemets
the wilderness died
of a broken heart —
from bad decisions and
evil battles of grown men
—Terri Guillemets
blackout poetry created from Rafe Martin, Birdwing, 2005,