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
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
the golden gazing ball
held momentarily in place by the still bare, black branches
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
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
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
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
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