Thanks to Christine Houser for today’s guest post. Christine’s created some lovely postcards during Hoot Review’s PenPal Project, and if you’re in need of a writing exercise, I’m fond of the Where I’m From exercise on her blog.
Bookstores Will Never Be The Same For Me Again
By Christine Houser
Little did I realize, when I discovered book-spine poetry several weeks ago, that I was late to the party. I came across this post at Brain Pickings and it set my imagination on fire.
That same day, I stopped at a neighborhood bookstore next to the coffee shop where I was meeting a friend in Seattle and spent a fervent 20 minutes composing book spine poems. The silver lining is getting to know the staff at any bookstore you invade since you can’t very easily ransack the shelves and snap photos for long without attracting attention. Since then, I’ve also read about the inception of book-spine poetry, which started with the very interesting Sorted Books project by Nina Katchadourian. Bookstores will never be the same for me again.
This is my favorite book-spine poem from that day and many have since become souvenirs of travels and outings with friends.
Please share yours!
Ode to Colorado
Take me home, tumbleweeds
Take me home, snowdrops
Take me home, outlaw
Take me home
– Christine Houser is a writer and teacher living in Seattle, and blogs at www.flashmemoirs.com, which is a companion to the Write a Flash Memoir class.