Books
There are too many.
They should be pulped.
They should be pulped to make useful things.
Cardboard coffins, for instance.
I’d like to be buried in unread copies of Moby Dick.
Old Photographs
I don’t like old photographs.
Old photographs are cruel.
Old photographs are sadistic.
They enjoy inflicting pain.
Here is the perfect example on
the windowsill in front of me.
Look at the smile on my young
wife’s face. And on my little
daughter’s face, look at the laugh.
J.R. Solonche
Nominated for the National Book Award, the Eric Hoffer Book Award, and three times for the Pulitzer Prize, J.R. Solonche is the author of 40 books of poetry and the co-author of another. He lives in the Hudson Valley.
