Greetings! 

Many thanks go out to editor Matt for including my poem, "The Bookshop," in this new anthology. Here's the poem:

The Bookshop

Old it was

Down a cobblestone street

Hidden around the corner

Off the beaten path

Full of books

Dickens, Wordsworth,

Shelley, Keats, Tennyson,

Austen, Brontë, Eliot,

So many others

He loved it there

Old Tyme London

The bookseller ancient, grey, and cranky

But always willing to help

The young boy learned to appreciate books there

Sifting through the crinkled pages

Air musty with age

Happily lost for hours

These days he longs to return

To the place of good memories

To run his hands over cracked leather volumes

To dream the dreams of a reader

Maybe even pick out a book

Open it up and begin

Caressing through one page after another

And start all over again.