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Terri Guillemets
Archives — 1990




This is the archive of my publicly published writing from 1990 — the good, the bad, the active and the retired.  Some entries were originally untitled with a title added later, and some were first published under other pen names.  —tg, 2023

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I suffer from pendulum feelings.


      SOURCE:  journal
      DATE:  1990 Jan 3







The sun is nature's antidepressant.


      DATE:  1990 Jan 20
      NOTES:  revised







I can give you 1040 good ways we can improve our government.


      TITLE:  Forms of adulthood
      DATE:  1990 Feb 11
      AGE:  sixteen
      JOB:  McDonald's
      NOTES:  revised







I've had such bad insomnia the sleep cops have issued a warrant for my rest.


      SOURCE:  journal
      DATE:  1990 Mar 3







Handwriting is autobiography.


      TITLE:  Analysis
      SOURCE:  school homework
      DATE:  1990 Mar 6







There's only one problem with the beauty of springtime — always running out of film!


      TITLE:  Depth of field
      DATE:  1990 Mar 17







Nature's beautiful dancers — flowers, water, leaves
Dancing to the music of a sweet gentle breeze


      DATE:  1990 Apr 14
      NOTES:  revised







what more pleasant sensation
than sunshine on our skin —
spirit and flesh drinking in
nature's pure golden light


      SOURCE:  journal
      DATE:  1990 Apr 24
      LOCATION:  PҺoenᎥᶍ  ArᎥɀønα
      NOTES:  revised







He asked to meet
He wanted to talk

He tried to kiss me
He tried to grab

We parted ways

He was mad
That I wouldn't
Give him anything

I was mad about
What he was
Trying to take


      TITLE:  Him
      SOURCE:  journal
      DATE:  1990 Jun 8
      AGE:  16 ½







I feel
sew restless
needle & thread
stitch my days
but life bolts


      TITLE:  Restless
      SOURCE:  journal
      DATE:  1990 Jun 18







Can a good person be both a tree hugger and a book lover, when one has to be murdered to create the other?


      TITLE:  Gilt
      DATE:  1990 Jul 10







Does someone with a magnetic personality always point north?


      DATE:  1990 Jul 14
      NOTES:  revised







Dreams digest the meals that are our days.

Dreams are road signs along the nighttime highway of sleep.

Dreams are free therapy. Consult your inner Freud.

Dreams are free therapy, but you can only get appointments at night.

Dreams are nature's answering service — don't forget to pick up your messages once in a while.


      TITLE:  Dyspeptic Enlightenment
      SOURCE:  journal
      DATE:  1990 Sep 22







We're all accidental soldiers in the army of life.


      TITLE:  Chessboard
      DATE:  1990 Sep 22







Our behavior is human with a sliver of animal, our souls animal with a sliver of human.


      TITLE:  Biology on the fence
      DATE:  1990 Sep 26







Stop being your own pest.
Start doing your own best.


      TITLE:  Self-stumbling
      SOURCE:  journal
      DATE:  1990 Oct 1







Sometimes I'm not quite sure what it means, but the words are so beautiful I know it must be profound.


      TITLE:  In the library, alone & ecstatic
      DATE:  1990 Nov 5







The club met my head with a brittle, hollow sound;
I lost my balance and fell to the ground.
My flesh cried out and stung in haste
as the knife blade slashed across my waist.
The grit on the bottom of his worn-out boot
dug deep into my skin
when the stranger stomped on my face.

He ran away, he got me good.
My eyes were black,
my bruises blue,
my nose all bloody red.

Lampposts and cars the only witness to my
limping around and falling down,
asphalt digging into my wounds.
Oh, the stinging tears, the aching parts,
a throbbing head, hospital bills, Rx pain pills.

Nothing, nothing at all
weighed against
how I beat myself up every day,
without so much as a scratch.


      TITLE:  Perfectionism
      DATE:  1990 Nov 16
      AGE:  seventeen







I beat myself up every day without so much as a scratch.


      TITLE:  Perfectionism
      SOURCE:  journal poem
      DATE:  1990 Nov 16
      NOTES:  extracted from above poem







I like odd numbers — and the odder, the better.


      SOURCE:  calculus homework marginalia
      DATE:  1990 Dec 3







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