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Terri Guillemets
Archives — 1991




This is the archive of my publicly published writing from 1991 — 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

SEE  ALSO 2024,  2023,  2022,  2021,  2020,  2019,  2018,  2017,  2016,  2015,  2014,  2013,  2012,  2011,  2010,  2009,  2008,  2007,  2006,  2005,  2004,  2003,  2002,  2001,  2000,  1999,  1998,  1997,  1996,  1995,  1994,  1993,  1992,  YOU  ARE  HERE,  1990,  1980s,  ARCHIVES  HOMEPAGE







History is a tattoo of a moment in time.


      SOURCE:  schoolwork
      DATE:  1991 Jan 15







A bomb has nothing to do with freedom — except men's freedom to kill each other.


      TITLE:  Explosions of numb
      SOURCE:  school assignment
      DATE:  1991 Jan 23







Mother Nature is the ultimate truth of the show must go on.


      TITLE:  Motherly perseverance
      SOURCE:  journal
      DATE:  1991 Feb 24







Hot fudge is the fairy prince, a knight in chocolate armor — the happily ever after of ice cream.


      TITLE:  Waiting for Friday nights
      SOURCE:  journal
      DATE:  1991 Mar 8







It's no coincidence that four of the six letters in health are "heal."


      DATE:  1991 Mar 27







Poetry is not always words.


      TITLE:  Moonglow over the mountain
      SOURCE:  journal
      DATE:  1991 May 17







Poets are like magicians, searching for magical phrases to pull rabbits out of people's souls.


      DATE:  1991 Jun 12







If ice cream is scooped but no one is there to eat it, does it still taste good?


      DATE:  1991 Aug 23







The world is changing so fast I've got societal vertigo.


      TITLE:  Tucson speedway
      SOURCE:  journal
      DATE:  1991 Aug 28







Life is a mortal maze, and only a few truly find their way.


      SOURCE:  journal
      DATE:  1991 Aug 31







Present your family and friends with their eulogies now — they won't be able to hear how much you love and appreciate them from the grave.


      DATE:  1991 Sep 2
      NOTES:  revised







That which we each see is reality filtered with self.


      TITLE:  View
      DATE:  1991 Sep 18







dancing under midnight stars
on damp grass in the dark
with a good friend by my side
and youth's music in our ears
wildcats watching hereaway
in the cool fall desert night —
zero credit hours for school
but dozens of them for life


      TITLE:  no Physics
      SOURCE:  journal
      DATE:  1991 Sep 22
      AGE:  seventeen
      LOCATION:  UnᎥᏉersᎥty ℴf  ArᎥɀønα







Perhaps apathy is a wave of emotions too afraid to burst out of the darkness into the bright light of day.


      TITLE:  Bravery or fear
      DATE:  1991 Sep 25







sunshine has no budget
the sea no red tape
trees do not license
themselves to the countryside
the bees don't invoice the flowers
there is no committee of oceans
and I've never seen a bird
take out nest owner's insurance...


      TITLE:  As early as
      DATE:  1991 Sep 29
      NOTES:  revised







If a placebo has an effect, is it any less real than the real thing?


      TITLE:  Effectual
      DATE:  1991 Oct 9







Some colors exist in dreams that are not present in the waking spectrum.


      DATE:  1991 Oct 10







Poetry swallows the precarious boundary between self and world.

Poetry traces the serpentine boundaries of self and world.

Poetry sings wild of the dangersome boundary between self and world.

Poetry breaks through the guarded boundary between self and world.

Poetry walks the line — a bit unbalanced — between self and world.

Poetry crosses the ethereal border between self and world.

Poetry word-tramples the fragile border between self and world.

Poetry treads silently from dreams of self to the world.

Poetry seeps from the crack of self to the limitless world.

Poetry merges self with world. Poetry splits world from self.

Poetry's butterfly, Self, lands on the flowering World; together they make beauty.


      TITLE:  Poetry, a creation of self & the world
      SOURCE:  schoolwork
      DATE:  1991 Oct 16
      NOTES:  revised







I love the subtle rustling quiet of a college library study.


      DATE:  1991 Oct 19







I'm holding a teardrop for a friend
Until his heartache and misery end.


      DATE:  1991 Nov 15







...the twinkling anatomy of Orion and his skymates...


      DATE:  1991 Nov 26
      LOCATION:  Tucson, ArᎥɀønα







The cigarette is a mortal passion.


      SOURCE:  journal
      DATE:  1991 Dec 5







Weather is a great metaphor for life — sometimes it's good, sometimes it's bad, and there's nothing much we can do about it but carry an umbrella or choose to dance in the rain.


      TITLE:  Homeward
      DATE:  1991 Dec 19
      NOTES:  revised







Aspire to a lower level of harm.


      DATE:  1991 Dec 27







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Archives — 1991






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