I love my mother as the trees love water and sunshine — she helps me grow, prosper, and reach great heights. – Terri Guillemets
Pressure cranks and presses Life, squeezing out essence of self, aromatic with bittersweet memories, pungent adversities, and the honey-musk of desire — the vapors hover over our inkpots, and if we pick up the feather it becomes our poetry. – Terri Guillemets