Iowa Writes


The book is a monster.
It speaks complete jibberish.
The pages smell of dirt, but taste sweet.
Crinkling and crackling with each turn,
They look and feel like rough bark on an ancient oak.
Listen to the symphony of each page.

It's something by Brooklin A. Cedar,
From Chicago Illinois,
Who doesn't exist,
Who's never even been to Chicago.
I'm sure she would know many people,
If she lived there.

It's all pretty janky.
You rip a page and it vanishes into the wind.

The illegible binding of numbers
Closing each chapter
Resembles simple elements of microeconomics.

The book and the author continue
Their stimulating conversations.
The reader dislikes this, it makes her jealous.

How's life treating you?
The book would never ask this, it tells us so.

The book lands on a shelf—
Never to be found.
The shelf consumes the cover and the pages...
It will be lost because everyone will remember it.

The book speaks to us all
Its sundry purposes reside.

About Iowa Writes

Since 2006, Iowa Writes has featured the work of Iowa-identified writers (whether they have Iowa roots or live here now) and work published by Iowa journals and publishers on The Daily Palette. Iowa Writes features poetry, fiction, or nonfiction twice a week on the Palette.

In November of 2008, the United Nations Educational, Scientific and Cultural Organization (UNESCO) designated Iowa City, Iowa, the world's third City of Literature, making the community part of the UNESCO Creative Cities Network.

Iowa City has joined Edinburgh, Scotland and Melbourne, Australia as UNESCO Cities of Literature.

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Lindsay B. Wood will be a 2006 graduate of Simpson College, with a Bachelor's Degree in English. A native of Greenfield, Iowa, she has developed a recent love for both fiction writing and poetry, and hopes to write her own book one day.

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on July 15, 2006

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