Book o' Verse Scribble January 4, 2021 • 1 Comment Some books you keep for the inscription, not for the book. The spine on your shelf reminds you of the moment they gave you that present, the feeling of something landing when you opened it later that night. I mean, Herman Wouk is not your thing. Never became your thing. But you can see the spine now, sometimes open the book itself and picture their hand floating over the page scribbling an idea into words that stick around, along with a book you’ll most likely never read. +1
Herman Wouk IS my thang.
So are your poems!