The Million Dollar Poetry Project

I sat down today and considered ways bringing some income into the Million Dollar Poetry Project. After doing a little research, I realized that setting up an Amazon shop was well within my means. Then I went and built it! As of now I’ve added books (both fiction and non) that have inspired me over the years. I hope you’ll find a title you’d like to read, too.

The Million Dollar Poetry Project Shop

(Click this link to visit)

All purchases made through this store go to benefit this project. I’ll be using any earnings to advertise more widely so I can get the word out and also make the blog (and main site) look better by purchasing some graphic design since I’m (clearly) not skilled at that.

Since Amazon handles all payments and orders, you know your information’s secure. I’ve handpicked each product and I won’t be adding any books, movies, games or music that I’ve not enjoyed myself.

Thank you for visiting and thank you, also, if you choose to take a look!

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by Wolfgang Nibori

"So trees become books, is that what you’re saying?"

the cat curled again, yawning,

"No, no. Books were once trees, that’s truth."

The boy gazed around the room, perplexed

"But trees do not become books? Like seeds become trees?"

The cat rolled his eyes, looking high, a tad mighty

"Don’t be ridiculous. How could a tree become a book?"

The boy narrowed his gaze, accusing,

"How could a seed become a tree?"

The cat would not be cornered, retorting now,

"A book is smaller than a tree. A tree is larger than a book."

The boy sat, silent as the cat looked smugly on, a touch grim

See, the cat disliked to scold the boy but stupidity no cat can accept

So, forced by fate’s hand the cat informed the boy how things were

They did this daily, hours at a stretch

"I suppose you’re right," the boy conceded

"Of course," the cat tried to put it gently

"Still," the boy ventured, "Perhaps there are book-trees?"

"No such thing, sadly," the cat replied, over confident

The child thought for a moment, then a triumphant smile

"How would you know?" he asked in a suspicious tone, "You’ve never left our house"

"I," the cat spoke slowly, "Am not the one talking to cats."

Inspiration: Nature reclaiming the modern

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