I lied about my weight on my poetic license.
—Terri Guillemets
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Bread, butter, & love
When I was sick, my mom would make me toast. And she would always put a little too much butter, and too much jelly. And I don't like too much jelly. But it always tasted like love. And it was always the best toast I'd ever had. And it always made me feel better.
—Terri Guillemets
—Terri Guillemets
Saturday, May 9, 2009
Saturday, May 2, 2009
What escapes
Each book written hardens the author a little more. The best are concrete — but cracked, with a flower growing through.
—Terri Guillemets
—Terri Guillemets
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