A sold poem loses half its meaning. – Terri Guillemets
…and leave wishes to those foolish enough to make them. – Terri Guillemets
A sold poem loses half its meaning. – Terri Guillemets
…and leave wishes to those foolish enough to make them. – Terri Guillemets
Journal: fitting your heart and soul into ruled lines. – Terri Guillemets
If we dance amongst the rooftops, is it not that much further to jig into the starshine? – Terri Guillemets