Reading should never just be
considered an option.
A life without reading, not
understanding words, only
spots on a page, with the power
to change worlds, but they’re
dead without a voice, no meaning
till they’re read.

Dear Mr. Uber-Goth,

I don’t pretend to understand the intricacies within the mind of any literary genius, but I’ve got to let it out...your endless pessimism is bringing me down.

When so many things stop and they clatter, up in the jabambaway things hip, hop and shatter. For up in this place a great WHO lurks about For the little who-whoians ask and they pout. For the lorax knows best, so the Lorax puts those who-whoians to the ultimate test!!

As a grade school student I would read comic books. I was no expert in the field nor any sort of serious collector but never the less I enjoyed reading them. I liked all sorts of heroes, Marvel or D.C., but my favorite was The Shadow. I liked almost every comic book hero.

The pencil soars across the black page
painting imagination, uniqueness
illuminating places concealed in the corner of your mind
bringing eccentric beasts into the fabric of reality
blustering winds rush over once serene, quiet glades
rainbows tango in the sky

came to me
in a dream;
tis’ I believe
dreams do
indeed...
come
true

Turning book pages
taking a journey,
a mystical
adventure

home can be anywhere with a song
a constant melody
an extravagant sound

warmth without sun
cold without ice
feel anyway you’d like

Reading. Books. Even if the two are generally frowned
upon in our day and age, they shouldn’t be. Books are
the things that raised our nation. John Adams, Thomas
Jefferson, John Hancock, and countless others used books, or

How could reading be an option?
It definitely could not.
I think of all the books I've read
that will not easily be forgot.

Books
everywhere,
open one
and hear the sounds of
a market in Cairo.
Open one
and smell the crisp air
of the mountains.
Open one
and see the torrential rain in London.
Open one
and feel the passion of two lovers.

Crack the spine loudly.
Savor the pages fragrance
Consume the content.

Turn the pages slowly.
Continue reading aloud.
Voice calls me away.

Return to the book.
Curling up to read again
The page comes to life.

I could spend an eternity upstairs reading.
Under the covers reading, hiding like a bear for winter.
Skimming the pages all day.
In the world of Anne.
Flip, Flip, Flip, Go the pages.
Her always saying Anne spelled with an “e”.

screaming letters warn
cautioning, threatening
but I lean in
revel in the reveal 
most don’t like spoilers
but I live for them