Our passion and kisses were stumbling — but stumbling in sync.
—Terri Guillemets
Our passion and kisses were stumbling — but stumbling in sync.
—Terri Guillemets
Two people who have chemistry evolve quickly to biology.
—Terri Guillemets
her head was cracked —
not tragically, just poetically
it’s how the poems got in —
and out
—Terri Guillemets
Hate less, live longer.
—Terri Guillemets
There are two sides to every story. Even my own story. Probably every story I’ve ever told myself.
—Terri Guillemets
Sliding down the banister of life is so much more fun than ambling down the steps.
—Terri Guillemets
the smell of ink is
intoxicating to me —
others may have wine
but I have poetry
—Terri Guillemets
Music echoes rhythms of the universe
Music is audible time
Music is past meets present
Our heartbeats are the drums of life
We dance to life, not music
—Terri Guillemets
Every time a champagne bottle pops, a party angel gets its wings.
—Terri Guillemets
In Phoenix, Jack Frost doesn’t nip — he just tickles.
—Terri Guillemets
A journal is a journey — our own personal passages of self.
—Terri Guillemets
Birdsong: a branch of music.
—Terri Guillemets
Autumn is Spring turned antique.
—Terri Guillemets
they never stand still—
but they’re not
in a hurry either
—Terri Guillemets
Winter in ‘Zona is springtime
Spring is summer askew
Summer is torturous hellfire
Autumn is summer part II
—Terri Guillemets
Happiness is sharing a bowl of cherries and a book of poetry with a
—Terri Guillemets
I’m a dandelion puff in a harsh wind.
—Terri Guillemets
Eliminate physical clutter. More importantly, eliminate spiritual clutter.
—Terri Guillemets
Give, and blessings boomerang back to you.
—Terri Guillemets
Your prayer can be poetry, and poetry can be your prayer.
—Terri Guillemets
Weather is a great metaphor for life — sometimes it’s good, sometimes it’s bad, and there’s nothing much we can do about it but carry an umbrella or choose to dance in the rain.
—Terri Guillemets
The world is changing so fast I’ve got societal vertigo.
—Terri Guillemets
Mother Nature is the ultimate truth of the show must go on.
—Terri Guillemets
He asked to meet
He wanted to talk
He tried to kiss me
He tried to grab
We parted ways
He was mad
That I wouldn’t
Give him anything
I was mad about
What he was
Trying to take
—Terri Guillemets
I’ve had such bad insomnia the sleep cops have issued a warrant for my rest.
—Terri Guillemets