Tuesday, December 30, 2003

No tortoise years

Some welcome it
others fight it
a few don't even care
but whatever viewpoint
you subscribe to,
the new year arrives
like a hare!

—Terri Guillemets

Friday, December 26, 2003

MMIV

Like age, a new year is just a number.

—Terri Guillemets

Tuesday, October 28, 2003

Drinking literature

The refined scholar sustains himself on the finest aged wines of poetry but should take time occasionally to partake of cheap-ale words.

—Terri Guillemets

Sunday, October 26, 2003

Sunday, October 5, 2003

After all

Life is a series of give-and-take with the universe.

—Terri Guillemets

Thursday, August 28, 2003

Real funny

My life is half reality show, half Saturday morning cartoons.

—Terri Guillemets

Monday, July 14, 2003

Sweltering

Iced tea may not have as much wisdom as hot tea, but in the summer better a cool and refreshed dullard than a steamy sweat-drenched sage — leave sagacity to the autumn!

—Terri Guillemets

Tuesday, June 3, 2003

Pierced flight

Thorns and stings
And those such things
Just make stronger
Our angel wings.

—Terri Guillemets

Saturday, April 19, 2003

Tea in the stratosphere

Tea is a few minutes of peace in the constant battle that is life.

—Terri Guillemets

Thursday, April 17, 2003

C'est l'esprit du coq rouge

If you're going to tickle, use a feather not a whip.

—Terri Guillemets

Sunday, February 16, 2003

Thursday, February 13, 2003

Medicine of the quill

Poetry trapped in the pen gets ill
and rancid when trapped in the self.
Writing keeps one's soul in health—
partake thee, o' medicine of the quill.

—Terri Guillemets

Monday, February 3, 2003

Wednesday, January 22, 2003

Sunday, January 19, 2003

Inching along, leaving behind

The poet is a sensitive snail
wandering along the path of life
leaving a glittering trail of words.

—Terri Guillemets

Thursday, January 16, 2003

Friday, January 3, 2003

Life is slippery

The only rule of happiness is: don't grasp, else it will slip away. Or, grasp like hell until it does.

—Terri Guillemets

Wednesday, January 1, 2003

Slithering snake of happiness

I am wary of being happy. Because I know if I try to grab the happiness it will slip away, like one of those freaking tricky water snake toys. And I hate just looking. I always try to grab.

—Terri Guillemets