Alfred J Bruey - Jackson, MI (USA):

This book is a medical book which claims that the only way
    to prevent or cure an illness is to wear an asafetida bag
    around your neck. I don't need to check this out because I
    learned it from my mother when I was a child.
This book is not a doctor but it plays one on TV.
This book would be suitable for a family of eight if it
    had a lot more leg room and a few more cup holders.
This book spends all its time reading fellow books. It is looking
    for the answer to that age-old question: why must the show go
    on?
This book is supposed to be a book of love poems, but
    the poems all seem to be about lost love, not love.

Sarolina Shen Chang - Canton, Michigan (USA):

This is the book about the great Mongolian conqueror, Genghis Khan (1167-1227),
    not about the Mongolian barbecue we asked the chef to cook for
    us while we stood there making sure the huge exhaust vent worked.
This is the book about the American college kid who asked his
    Thai roommate if they had car in Bangkok and believed what his
    roommate told him about the two elephants they had for driving to
    school and work.
This book talks about the importance of knowledge especially when your roommate
    came from another time zone, historical or geographical.
After 574 pages detailing the expedition, the author came to the unavoidable
    conclusion that it's much harder to locate Genghis Khan's burial ground than
    a needle in haystack.
This is the book about the Mongolian horses that had seen Moscow
    and Kiev burned in 1238 and 1240. They were called The
    Intercontinental Ballistic Missiles In The Medieval Age. The silos were hidden
    in Forbidden City, remote control in the hand of one of the
    terra cotta soldiers.

Katherine Borghardt - Ottawa, KS (USA):

This book is the sun rising in the east...
I rise in the west.
somewhere in the middle we meet
and embrace,
the golden gazing ball
held momentarily in place by the still bare, black branches
of springtime
and I, the reflected image,
held momentarily in place
by that celestial sphere,
the day star.

Marjorie Mir - Bronxville, NY (USA):

A warm April Sunday, true spring at last:
this book, new, still unread, is pleased to be out,
as I am in its company.
Far back, near its closing pages, something stirs,
A memory, almost irretrievable, of kinship with the trees.
On a bench near the river, the book reclines,
opens idly and by chance
to disclose the poet's voice.

Jack Tuohy Murray - Minneapolis, MN (USA):

This book is unbound, pages blowing across a sad city park, where
    on Abingdon Square we whiled away the wee hours walking talking stoned
    stumbling stalking one another through the West Village in those years.
    The late afternoon playground is filled with children, screaming loud almost loud
    enough to scare away any echo of us out of the sky.
    As always, timing was our main problem.
This book is where I keep you, where I look for you.
    I found myself wondering if you too had somehow found a
    way to survive, all these years. I forget myself sometimes, then
    I remember it is I not you who always had such trouble
    living.
This book lies open in a Greene Street gallery, where I wandered
    and waited for you. The wanting to talk to you was
    enough to make me linger in this nondescript opening, an unheard of
    artist l'll not hear from again. If you should happen to
    come looking for me, I am going now to the coffee shop
    across the street--no not that cafe but the old greek diner.
    You may remember I prefer simpler, less traveled spaces.

Peg Duthie - Nashville, TN (USA):

This edition of Shakespeare's plays curses anyone who cracks its spine.
This edition of Shakespeare's plays was edited by David Bevington, who still
    teaches at my alma mater and plays viola in the sing-a-long "Messiah"s.
The upper corners of this edition of Shakespeare's plays (up to Act
    III of All's Well that Ends Well) were inadvertently dyed brown when
    I knocked over my cup of coffee from the Div School coffee
    shop.
I don't need this edition of Shakespeare's Pericles, because I own two
    others, but it's the one I used when I was writing my
    M.A. thesis.
This edition of Shakespeare's plays points out that April 23 is his
    death-day, not necessarily his birthday. I'm thinking of taking a copy
    of the sonnets to the bar tonight, where I'll drink a Guinness
    and contemplate how love is still love *because* it alters when it
    alteration finds.

mark Hamman - Prairie Village, Kansas (USA):

This book reminds me of death
This book foresaw world war two
This book is racist
This book is as heavy as a brick
This book is the best selling book of all time

Kevin W. Grossman - Santa Cruz, CA (USA):

This book described the new moon’s wake, but I wanted to write
    about the light I could see on the hill from my balcony
    midway the pines and power lines.
I wanted to write about the light I could see, feeling hope
    for the wicked, the crying shamed and the untrained.
I wanted to write about the light I could see, but night
    spies fatigue and I must sleep.

Genevieve Burns - Sammamish, WA (USA):

She looks on the top of the pile of books
A librarian asks me why she looks
I had one guess on why she did so
"Maybe for a book"
And then I looked

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