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Book Review

 

This was sitting in the library on the New Arrivals shelf.  When I saw the title, I laughed out loud.  I thought this author has a sense of humor.  So, I checked it out and carried it home.

Beyond the cleverness of the title is an array of clumsy character names and a poorly written story.  It was very disappointing and it’s on the pile to go back.

 

 But keep in mind, I'm a tough audience. 

            Z. Corwin

but I think it is...

 

Having just traveled across the country it looked a little tired.  Not so much out of breath but just a bit worn-out.  I can remember a time when this was a common occurrence.  Thousands of these at a time made their way back and forth, house to house, business to business.

Today it is a rare occurrence, not unlike an unaccompanied minor, holding out a little hand, hoping a stranger helps guide it through.  Quietly wishing its trip was already over.  Praying for that final piece of the journey when it slips in through the mail slot in the door, hoping that wasn’t the dog it just heard heading towards it.

 

 

 

 ZC

but one too many

 

No longer as I once was, time and many dirt roads have slowed my motion and added unfamiliar sounds.  I can live with the groans and sputters, but adjusting to this slower pace is difficult, for I am anxious to see around the next bend and over that distant hill.  I was built for adventure, not for moseying. 

My owner's manual is filled with fingerprints, and my cover is ragged at best.  I am no longer first to be selected, and replacement parts are no longer offered.  If only they could see my spirit, they’d know my race is not over.  Age is just a number.

 

 

 

 ZC

3 Pens

 

One for the poet
to scratch out a rhyme

One for the banker
to ask for more time

One draws a lady – dressed in her bonnet
One left for Shakespeare
to crank out a sonnet,

One just to doodle
while I sit and think

Another to swizzle
and mix up my drink

One used for large print
to fill up a book

to just use up space
now how would that look?

A pen you might borrow
but please give it back

I don’t write in blue
always in black

I never use click-tops
just these – don’t knock it

I’ve never had any
leak in my pocket

Now that I’ve written
what you sit and read

You'll see that 3 pens
are all that I need.

 

 

 

 

 

ZC

 

 

 

 

Sucker

 

Found in a coat pocket are the notes of something forgotten.  It was the bulge of the candy that caught my attention and retrieving it carried a past thought into the daylight.  Disappointed at it not being currency yet still intrigued at finding an old thought surviving the darkness and pocket lint of history.

        Framed and hanging in a gallery it could possibly generate currency, however, as art – I doubt any line would form.  (Unless it was a really nice frame)

        Maybe illuminated by a single light, with security guards at the ready, the illusion of value might become a murmured topic.

 

        Now it just needs a title.

 

       

 

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Consider this Blog as a library where each post is a different book.  Although there is only one author, there are 4,796 books to choose from.  Some topics might be similar to others, but for the most part I tried to vary the subject matter.  It is rated for General audiences, which means it is kid friendly. 

Whenever the artwork is not my own creation, I come out and say, “This isn’t mine, but I liked it.”  If I knew the artist’s name I would give them credit. 

Unlike a real library, there is no reason to be quiet, snacks are allowed and lively discussion encouraged.  Most of everything here is my opinion and could be 100% wrong.  Get over it.  Wherever calculations appear, those could also be wacky.  Keep in mind, I just do this for fun.  If I ever become serious feel free to fire me.

 

I’ll shut up now and let you get on with your day.

 

 

Zobostic Corwin