From My Bookshelves

Spiritual dragons – the ones that kill reside and wait impatiently for seeking fingers. Hobbits eat breakfast mushrooms in a leather-bound shire. Small books on overly large religions. Poets and their random works all in a row. The shelves are long but not lengthy I lack the space for unnecessary reading. I write now, I write inside invisible books they open and shut every day like mouths. Few read the words that tumble out, but the news from my bookshelf is encouraging. I need to categorize and order, not alphabetically ranked by authors or subjects but by how much I have yet to comprehend and need to read again. © Now