Damnit! I binged
again II day
IV life was hard
and so I
VIII my stress away.
O why do I so of X gorge?
Since turning XL
I’ve been extra large.
—Terri Guillemets
Damnit! I binged
again II day
IV life was hard
and so I
VIII my stress away.
O why do I so of X gorge?
Since turning XL
I’ve been extra large.
—Terri Guillemets
I eat bad poetry like a goat, and
eat good poetry like a gourmand.
—Terri Guillemets
Prayer to the middle-of-the-night gods:
please let me sleep
thank you for the beautiful moon
and winter silence
but please let me fall back to sleep—
no offense.
Amen.
—Terri Guillemets
The pᖇ!@%$ and the d!@#$ and the yayholes
Rudely driving round the big city streets —
Just avoid them and get yourself home safely
Ditch the memory and be happy in peace.
—Terri Guillemets
Poetic words flow out much better in pleasant climes
Springtime and autumn, more friendly for rhymes
Winter’s good too, the self reflects well in cold times
But blazing summer melts words and numbs minds
—Terri Guillemets
Exhausted. 🥴
—Terri Guillemets
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
After all these years I’ve finally pegged my writing style — simple, soulful, silly.
On the days I’ve had too much coffee, my writing style turns to overcaffeinated spiritual warrior.
After thirty-four years of writing, I feel that I’m finally about to break free from my juvenilia phase. In a few more years.
—Terri Guillemets
Tea is good while reading dusty books. Coffee pairs well with shiny things and the real world.
—Terri Guillemets
Any good day can be turned into an even better day with a Johnny Depp movie.
—Terri Guillemets
P.S. Chocolat, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, Alice in Wonderland, and Pirates of the Caribbean — in case you were wondering.
I don’t party at night with alcohol. I party hard in the morning with coffee and oatmeal.
—Terri Guillemets
Tea in bed? Come on.
Good heavens! ridiculous,
What the dickens?!
—Terri Guillemets
blackout poetry created from Charles Dickens, letter to John Forster, 1842 February 17th, Carlton House, New York, as published in Life, Letters, and Speeches of Charles Dickens,
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