The devil needs no convincing of the poison in your elixir. But did you really think you had medicine? – Terri Guillemets
An author plants the alphabet — and harvests flowers, nourishment, and weeds. – Terri Guillemets

The devil needs no convincing of the poison in your elixir. But did you really think you had medicine? – Terri Guillemets
An author plants the alphabet — and harvests flowers, nourishment, and weeds. – Terri Guillemets
You left, and my heart is a ceaseless sermon of loneliness. – Terri Guillemets
Take the so-called standard of living. What do most people mean by “living”? They don’t mean living. They mean the latest and closest plural approximation to singular prenatal passivity which science, in its finite but unbounded wisdom, has succeeded in selling their wives. – e.e. cummings, Introduction, Poems, 1954