Our bodies are the burial grounds of dead time.
—Terri Guillemets
“Time! where didst thou those years inter
Which I have seene decease?” —Wm. Habington
Our bodies are the burial grounds of dead time.
—Terri Guillemets
“Time! where didst thou those years inter
Which I have seene decease?” —Wm. Habington
Life is a neverending series of judgment calls.
—Terri Guillemets
My life is — in a word — words.
—Terri Guillemets
Journal: fitting your heart and soul into ruled lines.
—Terri Guillemets
How can something bother you if you won’t let it?
—Terri Guillemets
Poetry is reverie on paper.
—Terri Guillemets
Chase down your passion like it’s the last bus of the night.
—Terri Guillemets
Belief stains darker, imprints deeper than truth.
—Terri Guillemets
Death bumps into life many times as just a passerby — says excuse me then goes on his way.
—Terri Guillemets
Be a student of life and a lifelong student.
—Terri Guillemets
Religion is faith in anything other than ourselves.
—Terri Guillemets
Writing poetry
is letting go —
once the words leave your pen
they’re out of your soul —
and the therapy has begun.
—Terri Guillemets
To journal is a present of the past to your future self.
—Terri Guillemets