I’m delighted with the number of poems about TBR piles. Here’s some syllabic poetry from Gwen about her books waiting to be read, as well as a sweet look into her early love affair with books.
Hello blog friends! A colleague and writer friend, D. Wallace Peach, posted a challenge for writers to submit a poem or story about their To-Be-Read pile. If you are like me, that list is huge. Part of my problem is that I have eclectic interests and if I’m reading a story that involves an historical event or a medical conern, I’ll pause and research the topic.
When I was just a kid, the library was my favorite spot. We didn’t have many books on the farm, just the Bible and an Atlas. But I learned to dream with just these two. Then one day…
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