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