Stephanie - Franklin, WI (USA):
This book was written in lattin so I didn't understand it.
Luiza Carol - Kiriat Yam, (Israel):
This book is a bridge between me and you
This book is a gap between us two
This book is a hug
This book is a farwell
This book is myself
Deborah Tyler-Bennett - Loughborough, (England):
This is the book that opens on a moonlit desk,
its pages silvered as an old man's hair,
this is the book that sings the chairs to rest,
pages like open palms raised on thin air
float above the desktop's glare.
Peter Hanke - Austin, Texas (USA):
This book is not a book. This book used to be
This plump, stately book cannot be trusted.
This book planned to be a book but could not get published.
Books are born free but everywhere are in chains.
For a long time this book went to bed early.
Jean Ashley - Salt Lake City, Utah (USA):
This book's blankness taunts, and that book's wearyness weeps
This is the book I want playing at my wedding
This vision is a book without words, without cause
I "traded my nights for intensity" and this book
There will never be as profound a book as this one. It
Alison A. Toney - Charlotte, NC (USA):
This book rolled over and fell asleep after we made love. [It
whispered 'I love you' when it thought I slept.]
This book fell from the sky, cracked open and released its green,
glowing charges into the night.
This book had a cramp, but read through it.
This is the book of instant penance, the one I borrowed from
a stranger, who disappeared, leaving me only a rectangle of reproach.
This is the book we buried with my mother.
Joseph J. Perkins, Jr. - Anchorage, Alaska (USA):
This book makes the best argument I have read in favor of
freedom of the press.
This book smells like the fire from which it was rescued and
the many fires that it has started.
This landmark book published in 1878 was shamefully deaccessioned in 1980.
I bought it then for $20; it is now worth $1,200.
Do I dare give it back when I die?
I returned my dad's copy of this book of poetry 40 years
after he borrowed it from the Carnegie Library.
This book I read every night; this other book I read every
morning. They hold my dreams like a cradle; they hold my
neighbor's like a vise.
This book from the end of the 18th Century exists only because
the captain sent his journals and drawings back to Paris on a
different boat before he and his crew were lost at sea.
This book about seashells is not about seashells. It is about
the architecture of poetry.
I bought this little book of Wordsworth in Ambleside. Did you
know Amy Clampitt wrote a wonderful poem about Easedale Tarn?
Oh, look--this guide book still has our receipt in it from Polidor.
This book fed me and kept me warm until you opened your
book for me.
Jamie Patterson - East Flat Rock, NC (USA):
This book is also my pillow
This book offers itself freely
This book stays with me even when I leave it
This book has never asked me to stay
This is the book that links me to the living
Tyler O'Brien - Lothian, Maryland (USA):
When I close this book, snow melts between pages.
Joel Dias-Porter - Washington, DC (USA):
This book will bounce if not properly balanced
This book is made of Middle Eastern fruit, never numbers higher than
31, and will meet you for dinner, dancing, or a movie
This book sits on the sides of the Mississippi, the Amazon, and
the Nile, or richochets off rails of green felt
This book has its own staff, and comes quartered, whole or in
C'mon Baby, this book will light your fire