Books Read in 2017 (43)

January
1.Anna Karenina – Leo Tolstoy
2.The Intern’s Handbook – Shane Kuhn
3.Franny and Zooey – J.D. Salinger
4.Harry Potter and the Cursed Child – J.K. Rowling, John Tiffany & Jack Thorne
5.The Bachelor Brother’s Bedside Companion – Bill Richardson
February
6.Perfume – Patrick Süskind
7.Ariel – Sylvia Plath
8.No Country For Old Men – Cormac McCarthy
9.Death of a Salesman – Arthur Miller
March
10.All The Light We Cannot See – Anthony Doerr
11.Talking About Detective Fiction – P.D. James
12.Ablutions – Patrick deWitt
13.The Suspicions of Mr. Whicher – Kate Summerscale
14.Among the Ruins – Ausma Zehanat Khan
15.We Are What We Pretend To Be – Kurt Vonnegut
April
16.2001: A Space Odyssey – Arthur C. Clarke
17.Born A Crime – Trevor Noah
18.Northanger Abbey – Jane Austen
19.First Among Sequels – Jasper Fforde
May
20.Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? – Philip K Dick
21.Flappers: Six Women of a Dangerous Generation – Judith Mackrell
22. One Of Our Thursdays Is Missing – Jasper Fforde
June
23.A Few Figs From Thistles – Edna St. Vincent Millay
24.The Martian Chronicles – Ray Bradbury
25.One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest – Ken Kesey
July
26.I, Robot – Isaac Asimov
27.The Fellowship of the Ring – J. R. R. Tolkien
28.Animal Farm – George Orwell
29.The Two Towers – J. R. R. Tolkien
August
30.Return of the King – J. R. R. Tolkien
31.Difficult Women – Roxane Gay
32.The House at Riverton – Kate Morton
33.Hunger – Roxane Gay
34.Slow War – Benjamin Hertwig
September
35.Something Wicked This Way Comes – Ray Bradbury
36.Moving Forward Sideways Like A Crab – Shani Mootoo
37.Bad Feminist – Roxane Gay
38.Reconstructing Amelia – Kimberly McCreight
October
39.Altered Carbon – Richard Morgan
40.Y is For Yesterday – Sue Grafton
November
41.Americanah – Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
42.Lady Susan and Other Works – Jane Austen
43.This Side of Paradise – F. Scott Fitzgerald

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War of the Words

Sticks and stones
may break your bones
but words can massacre you.

Pulled from a quiver
like arrows they deliver
a perfect execution.

Then the infection to fear
that can last up to years
sometimes you never heal.

So if I am threatened
with words or with weapons
I’ll chance it against the stones.

BB

Help Eachother

I was once a beautiful statue
standing in a square
and people would come
from all over the world and
offer me their broken hearts.

I would take a little handful of
the cool clay that made my being
and I would fill in the cracks
to make those embattled hearts
stronger then ever.

More and more people made a
pilgrimage to see me and soon
I had to take plaster from my
arms and legs and body until
there was no material left for me.

It seemed that everybody knew
where to find me when they
needed a little extra help but
when they were fixed they forgot
to return and repay the kindness.

Please remember that those
who allow you to lean on them
sometimes need help too
but they will keep on giving clay
until it runs out.

Do not let them become
an empty platform in a square
where a beautiful statue
used to reside.

BB

We Should Not Be Comfortable

One day the sun stopped
shining in the sky.

Every major city burned
pyres of wood so they could see.

When the logs ran out
they used dreams instead.

The dreams lit up like horrible
beautifully efficient infernos.

We were so fucking hollow
once our dreams became ash.

We were paper thin but we told
ourselves that at least we were warm.

We sacrificed our ideals and dreams
lest we might become uncomfortable.

BB

To anyone feeling a little lost, I am right there with you.

I am an elevator midway
between one and another floor
just another lost soul with one
foot in and one out the door.
I am every single stupid
damn glittering metaphor
of a heart beating restless and
hands that can’t help wanting more-
an aching whimper when
I am used to being a roar!
But how do I begin the
future I know is in store
to stop being a line in a poem
and become the stuff of lore?

BB

Flight Material

Just a fun fact that I’ll
share with you tonight
is that I pack novels
on any given flight;
it’s a little bit funny
and I can tell you why
I care about what I’m reading
on the off chance I will die.

If the plane should crash
and the ground it will hit
I think I will be grateful
that I wasn’t reading shit.
I’ve had some sketchy flights
full of turbulence and dips
but it comforts me to know
I’d die with Vonnegut on my lips.

BB