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Terri Guillemets
Archives — 1995

This is the archive of my publicly published writing from 1995 — 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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The emotions are part of the wound.

      TITLE:  In pieces
      DATE:  1995 Jan 12

I love you with all my bones — the heart is too ephemeral.

      TITLE:  Myelin
      DATE:  1995 Mar 14

Keep a diary even if you rip it up every night.

      TITLE:  Meridian ink
      DATE:  1995 May 3
      NOTES:  so that your heart may write to you

Chasing the past, I stumbled into the future.

      TITLE:  Omnis Sapientia Salvo Emiolios
      DATE:  1995 May 12
      NOTES:  In the television show Being Erica  this was modified to:
                    “Chasing the past, she stumbled into the future.”  S1, E3, 2009

Lightning dances —
Thunder applauds her!

      TITLE:  Excite
      DATE:  1995 Jul 13

I hear the heartthrob of time in my veins.

      DATE:  1995 May 28

The scars you can't see are the hardest to heal.

      SOURCE:  journal
      DATE:  1995 Jun 10

The secret to wellness is being your own guardian angel.

      TITLE:  Self-help
      DATE:  1995 Dec 14
      NOTES:  revised

Life is like running with scissors
naked through freezing blizzards

      TITLE:  @Risk
      DATE:  1995 Dec 29

Don't let the hours own you.

      DATE:  1995 Nov 3

Poetry is energy of the soul made ink.

      TITLE:  Lust & creativity
      DATE:  1995 Apr 12
      NOTES:  revised

Knowledge lives at the library, and the nice people there always let us take some home.

      DATE:  1995 Feb 10

in good times and in bad
’til death do us part
isn’t just for marriage —
but family too — lifelong vows
coursing through our blood

      TITLE:  Close quarters & distant dreams
      DATE:  1995 Apr 26
      NOTES:  revised

A morning walk starts us off on the right foot for the day.

      TITLE:  Our path
      DATE:  1995 Sep 9

smell the flowers
and sniff the books
sitting in gardens
and library nooks

      TITLE:  Petals & leaves
      DATE:  1995 Sep 12

Campfire flames kiss the night
Stars in distant skies blaze bright
Ghost story whispers all affright
Rustling sounds just out of sight

      TITLE:  Campfire
      DATE:  1995 Aug 12

Writers are just thinkers with ink.

      TITLE:  Philosophy flashback
      DATE:  1995 Jun 18

How long has it been since someone touched part of you other than your body?

      TITLE:  Spiritual wandering
      DATE:  1995 May 4

Only those in tune with nature seem to pick up on the energy in wind. All sorts of things get swept off in the breeze — ghosts, pieces of soul, voices unsung, thoughts repressed, love uncherished, and a thousands galore of spiritual ether.

      TITLE:  Free but homesick
      DATE:  1995 Aug 11

just 1  dance
just 1  kiss
just 1  brush
against my lips

2  brown eyes
gazing into mine
2  strong arms
holding me tight

3  little words
whispered in my ear

a little 4 play…
5  minutes or so,
the rest of the calculation 
I’m sure you know!

      TITLE:  Let’s Have Six
      DATE:  1995 Apr 29

I am changed forever by the realization of never.

      DATE:  1995 Jun 2

fragility of life,
finality of death

      DATE:  1995 Nov 5

In a new love, it's easy to live for the moment because there is no past. The more past you accumulate, the harder it is not to live there — and that's true whether it's good or bad.

      TITLE:  Stories of love
      DATE:  1995 Nov 6

cuts supply lines
to the hopeful
part of the brain

      DATE:  1995 Jul 8

Choose your vices carefully.

      TITLE:  Chasing philosophy down the stairs
      DATE:  1995 Jun 2

The mad are happy, the sane ignorant; those of us stuck on the sane side of madness or the mad fringe of sanity are in a purgatorial cage with locked doors on all sides.

      TITLE:  Caged & raged
      SOURCE:  journal
      DATE:  1995 Sep 20

Sometimes I suffer from indigestion of the mind.

      DATE:  1995 Oct 1

It's all in the attitude — housework is exercise. Slim your way to a clean home, clean your way to a slim body!

      TITLE:  Marriage dates involve vacuums
      DATE:  1995 May 12

Fireflies are light angels of the dark.

      TITLE:  Ohio
      DATE:  1995 Jun 1

Vegans plant goodwill.

      TITLE:  Pangæa garden
      DATE:  1995 May 3

If you're not vegan, you're not vegetarian.

      DATE:  1995 Apr 26

The autopsy will find coloured flowers in my grey matter, still-beating poetry in my heart, unspent ink in every organ, blood saturated with love, bones mineral’d by life’s rough days, muscles fiber’d by courage and fear intertwined, and a slightly crushed but glittering soul.

      TITLE:  INF j  autopsy
      DATE:  1995 May 1

Solitude coaxes magical things from our souls.

      TITLE:  Quiet time
      DATE:  1995 Nov 12

Why does everything have to have a purpose?
Why do I have to aspire to be something?
Doctor, nurse, fire fighter.
Why do I feel like I’m constantly planning for the future,
with hardly a chance to enjoy the present,
or even to peruse the past?

I like music because it’s a way of enjoying the present.
It’s not that much fun to look forward to hearing music
or to remember what some song sounded like last week,
but listening to music I can be absorbed by it and by the now.

      TITLE:  Essay 3.472 – Aspire to be a Music Lover
      DATE:  1995 May 9
      NOTES:  The Quote Garden version, 1998: "Music is one of the best ways to enjoy the present. It's not that much fun to look forward to hearing music or to remember what a song sounded like last week, but music right now absorbs us and places us directly in the moment."

Drinking nature is an unquenchable thirst.

      TITLE:  Clouds & hikes
      DATE:  1995 Nov 11

Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Jeans Day!

      TITLE:  Is it Friday yet?
      DATE:  1995 Sep 1

Ideals are courtship, reality the marriage.

      DATE:  1995 Sep 4
      MARRIED:  four months

– What the hail?
– For the hail of it
– Hail yah!

      TITLE:  M. scraps
      DATE:  1995 Sep 28

i am so
in class — an idiot
with awkwardly
aware unawareness

the professor asks
more questions
than what come
out of her mouth

and i don't like
the answers —
am i sabotaging
my own education?

      TITLE:  wild West
      DATE:  1995 Sep 30
      NOTES:  revised

A rose in sunlight is nature.
A rose in the dark is poetry.

      DATE:  1995 Dec 11

Mother’s creed:  Breastfeed.

      DATE:  1995 Nov 26

Let right be your light —
May you always burn bright
glowing the path for others.

      DATE:  1995 Jan 1
      NOTES:  revised

The meaning of life is not an unquestionable answer; it is an unanswerable question.

      TITLE:  You ask what is life?
      DATE:  1995 May 11

Family:  love is in our DNA.

      TITLE:  Time loses, biology wins
      DATE:  1995 Aug 5

I heard the teardrop hit my pillow
before I even knew I was crying...

      TITLE:  Haven't seen you lately
      SOURCE:  journal poem
      DATE:  1995 May 21

Feed me with comfort
give me your potion
Pour me a glassful
of caring devotion.

      SOURCE:  journal poem
      DATE:  1995 May 21

Come voyeur my poems—
Feel free, I feel free.

      TITLE:  Skinnydippin’ in ink
      DATE:  1995 Jul 15

Heart is your sun —
Joy, its glowing moon
Faith, the bright stars
shining whenever
there is darkness —

      DATE:  1995 Nov 29
      NOTES:  revised

I keep little notepads all over the place to write down ideas as soon as they strike, but the ones that fill up the quickest are always the ones at my nightstand.

      DATE:  1995 Jun 24

A notepad by the bedside accounts for half the earnings of my livelihood. If it weren't for bedtime, half my novels would still be stuck at dock.

      DATE:  1995 Jun 24

To breathe art paints colors in our souls.

      DATE:  1995 Jul 1

To all the people in the world who feel empty
Grab onto a piece of my heart
For I feel empty too
And together we can make a chain of love.

      DATE:  1995 Nov 29


      TITLE:  It All Adds Up… Capital Offense
      DATE:  1995 Jul 8

I'm hyper-self-aware.
Also, self-wary,
too much self-wear;
always asking, self-where?

      TITLE:  Enough already
      DATE:  1995 Apr 16

Men like a woman with a daring tongue. That's a double-entendre, which reminds me they also like a ménage à trois.

      TITLE:  Zunge, Deux, Three
      DATE:  1995 May 6

There are worlds in an opal.

      DATE:  1995 Apr 30

Opal is the multi-gem.

      DATE:  1995 Apr 30

Posy and pearls
Amethyst and gold
Forever you and I
Our precious love to hold

      DATE:  1995 Apr 30

If my love for you can't be said in a posy, it can't be said in a library.

      DATE:  1995 Apr 30

Our love is a posy
Encircling our lives

      DATE:  1995 Apr 30

Poesy engraved on the ring
Love engraved on my heart

      TITLE:  Ring of Love
      DATE:  1995 Apr 30

Brief as the posy,
briefer yet my time
on earth with you—
      Marry me.

      DATE:  1995 Apr 30
      NOTES:  revised

Clasp my love around your neck,
Wear my heart on your finger.
My soul will be your pendant:
I live to adorn you —
You're the precious one.

      TITLE:  Genuine Adoration
      DATE:  1995 Apr 30
      NOTES:  21-year-olds in love are intolerable poets

What does a psychological Band-Aid look like?

Can emotional gauze really be sterile?

If they knew how disabled my will is, could I get a handicapped parking space?

Could anyone tell if my mind were in a sling?

Great caution should be exercised when applying a tourniquet to the ego.

Why is there only CPR for the physical heart?

Can they fit a cast for a broken spirit?

Is there an over-the-counter for grief?

If I swallowed an emotional pain-killer, I’d be committing suicide.

Will my insurance cover a prescription for my bruised soul and my sprained smile?

My joy has a cough but Robitussin has yet to make an appropriate syrup.

Would they laugh at me if I showed up at the emergency room complaining of chronic apathy?

Is there a scale powerful enough to weigh my emotional burdens?

I already know the results of my spiritual autopsy, but my body’s still alive.

What’s the treatment? Tell me the prognosis.

My inner MD’s telling me:  I need TLC, not an HMO.

      TITLE:  Second Aid
      SOURCE:  journal
      DATE:  1995 Aug 6
      AGE:  twenty-one

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Terri Guillemets
Archives — 1995

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