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Dissolution Review

Review for Dissolution by Lee S. Hawke
Disclaimer: I was given a free copy of the book for a fair and balanced review.

The short version: Inventive and interesting dystopian setting, good story. Description sometimes a bit confusing, but plot makes up for it. Payoff is surprisingly thought provoking. And sweet glory hallelujah it’s a YA novel without a love triangle. You should read it just for that.

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Book Review: Beyond The Plains

The following is a book review for World of Myth I: Beyond the Plains by Travis Bughi.

Beyond the Plains on Amazon.com

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Paper Teachers

This one’s a combination of a couple older poems – this one and this one.

Paper Teachers

I wonder what a book thinks?
I suppose it feels important
Containing knowledge, never forgetting.
Are there any books that wish they were printed differently?
A biography longing to be a fantasy novel?
Or maybe they’re just happy to have their own story
Maybe they listen to each other
Share their own stories
And stand together, packed on a shelf.
Pages dusty, spines worn, well-used and well loved
Opening into new worlds and ideas
Teachers eternal, so fragile, yet able to outlast us.
Stacked mile high
On shelves and desks
Hiding my floor in a carpet of knowledge.

Rhetorical Question Poem – What a Book Thinks

This poem was written for a Creative Writing class in December 2010.

What a Book Thinks

I wonder what a book thinks?
I suppose it feels important
Containing knowledge, never forgetting.
Are there any books that wish they were printed differently?
A biography longing to be a fantasy novel?
Or maybe they’re just happy to have their own story
Maybe they listen to each other
Share their own stories
And stand together, packed on a shelf.

Image Poem – Books

This poem was originally written for a Creative Writing class in 2010.

Books

Books
Pages dusty, spines worn, well-used and well loved
Open into new worlds and ideas
Teachers eternal, so fragile, yet able to outlast us.
Stacked mile high
On shelves and desks
Hiding my floor in a carpet of knowledge.