Poetic words flow much better in pleasant climes—
Springtime and autumn, more friendly for rhymes
Winter’s good too, we self-reflect well in cold times
But blazing summer melts words & numbs minds!
—Terri Guillemets
ha ha
funny, or at least I think so
Desert weeds after heavy rains
Some weeds are nourishing, and some medicinal;
Some are beautiful, colorful, and downright flowery;
And yet others, even those that pop up one fine morning
as the tiniest innocent young sprouts of green —
are relentless, run riot, and are one hundred and ten percent determined as @#!% to @#!% up your @#!% yard if it @#!% kills the @#!% both of you!
—Terri Guillemets
What 45 feels like at 3 a.m.
Middle age — a stealthy, crafty nemesis.
—Terri Guillemets
The hermiting of middle age
Solitude and age —
Social? Too lazy, sorry.
—Terri Guillemets
blackout poetry created from Danielle Steel, Fairy Tale, 2017
Literary LOL
This tweet from a guy named Ben had me laughing harder than I have in a long while. —
Herman Melville’s “Moby Dick” has perhaps the most memorable opening line in all of Western literature:
“I hope you [møtherf*@%ers] like reading about whales.”
—Ben, @pixelatedboat, 2018 August 12th, onegianthand.com
Tea in bed
Tea in bed? Come on.
Good heavens! ridiculous,
What the dickens?!
—Terri Guillemets
blackout poetry created from Charles Dickens, letter to John Forster, 1842
O! queso what?
What are flowers without the bees,
What of grasses without the breeze?
Nothing the wind if not for the trees,
Nada la quesadilla sin el cheese.
—Terri Guillemets
Creator with sense of humor
I know intelligent design doesn’t exist because whoever gave wings to sewer roaches wasn’t very bright.
—Terri Guillemets
They’ll be back
you can shout it to every star
bare your soul up to the moon
cast your problems nightly afar —
but they always flood back by noon
—Terri Guillemets
Stages of Papago Orange Blossom
segmented,
fermented,
demented.
—Terri Guillemets
entry in my beer tasting journal for Huss Brewing Co.’s Papago Orange Blossom, a delicious Arizona vanilla mandarin wheat ale
Alternate ending
“Hester unadulterated. The end.”
—Terri Guillemets, altered prose – found poetry, created from
There are actually eight
It’s a sin to waste chocolate. It’s in the Bible.
—Terri Guillemets
Unreasonably warm in Phoenix
We live in an Arizona desert town
where winter is brown and green
and summer is green and brown
with 300 annual days of sunscreen
our autumn’s unreasonably warm
and springtime is mostly too hot
here we live for every rainstorm
and the seasons—well, they’re not.
—Terri Guillemets