Blazing starshine ink bled from her midnight pen and left glittering trails of angel words.
—Terri Guillemets
Blazing starshine ink bled from her midnight pen and left glittering trails of angel words.
—Terri Guillemets
The ghost traipsed over the typewriter keys and left wordprints in black ribbon.
—Terri Guillemets
i typed my tea
and drank my words
brewed every thought
ink whistled in the kettle
—Terri Guillemets
CONTEMPORARY POETRY —
paying at the tollbooth with pretty words
then swimming naked under the bridge
—Terri Guillemets
A poet swallows life and exhales painted words.
—Terri Guillemets
A poet swallows life and exhales painted words.
—Terri Guillemets
The poet is a sensitive snail
wandering along the path of life
leaving a glittering trail of words.
—Terri Guillemets
An author can be just a writer, but a translator must always be a poet.
—Terri Guillemets