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