Thursday, August 29, 1996

The comings and the goings

Sometimes cute furry creatures with four legs can help remind us of what's truly important.

—Terri Guillemets

Friday, August 2, 1996

Unbreakable

When she grew up she wanted to be strong. As strong as a bad habit.

—Terri Guillemets

Wednesday, May 22, 1996

Sunday, May 5, 1996

Measured in love-years

Their love was frayed about the edges but strong at the seams.

—Terri Guillemets

Friday, April 5, 1996

Tempus insaniam

Please someone tell me—
am I actually demented,
or just well-fermented?

—Terri Guillemets

Wednesday, April 3, 1996

Sunday, March 3, 1996

Take a hike

Sometimes a saguaro looks like it's giving the middle finger to the world, an "F you, it's hot out here!"

—Terri Guillemets

Monday, February 5, 1996

Twenty-two atop the mountain

I keep believing that I need to find my lost self, that all I have to do is reach deep within myself, to find the old me. But it finally came to me that no matter how much I don't like it, I am a different person now. The basic mold, the fundamentals, sure — still me — but the old me is just a memory. It's not really something that I can find buried within me. It's not something that will someday reappear when my problems disappear or when I finally lose weight. If I liked the old me, which I did, then she becomes a model that I can use to re-create myself when I find the strength to do so. And that time is now. The strength will come as I need it, as I create it, as I learn to let go or accept, or to fight in those places of life where I really mean it — to listen to my soul which fights are essential, and where to bow down and move quietly along.

—Terri Guillemets

Thursday, February 1, 1996

Harsh sun, soft steps

If the world were all logic, poetry would starve to death.

—Terri Guillemets