A clock is ticking
in my living room —
I never even noticed
that it makes noise —
my mind is ticking,
my heart is ticking.
Everything quiet
is audible at 3 a.m.
—Terri Guillemets
A clock is ticking
in my living room —
I never even noticed
that it makes noise —
my mind is ticking,
my heart is ticking.
Everything quiet
is audible at 3 a.m.
—Terri Guillemets
it’s smart as can be
things that make sense in our dreams
when we wake — insane
—Terri Guillemets
Reading in bed is a gateway drug to writing in bed.
—Terri Guillemets
A nightmare is only a dream that hits turbulence.
—Terri Guillemets
Three A.M. is when
all the quiet things
become loud —
the drip in the sink,
that clock on the wall,
our hearts, our minds.
—Terri Guillemets
Midnight — the luller
Midnight — the advisor
Midnight — the fabulist
—Terri Guillemets
I am not a wing
but a feather —
I can’t fly, however
all of us together
we can, by rising
do almost anything!
—Terri Guillemets
To journal is a present of the past to your future self.
—Terri Guillemets
Be thou not ashamed of lust —
desire was born in primal dust
it mingled with the seas of life
to make the mud we know as love
—Terri Guillemets
Sometimes life gives honey
and other times, stings;
Sometimes we need roots—
and other times, wings.
—Terri Guillemets