Writing

Razors pain you;
Rivers are damp;
Acids stain you;
And drugs cause cramp.
Guns aren't lawful;
Nooses give;
Gas smells awful;
You might as well live.

"Résumé," by Dorothy Parker

BOOKS ON SHELF LIST:
Ender's Game by Orson Scott Card; Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban by J.K. Rowling; Eats, Shoots & Leaves by Lynne Truss; The Elements of Style, Fourth Edition by William Strunk Jr. and E.B. White; Complete Poems Dorothy Parker; Akhmatova, Everyman's Library Pocket Poets translated by D.M. Thomas

"Product of Loneliness"

Hint: Count the syllables in this poem.

I
Search my
Life for you,
To find your being
In myself,
To love
You.

You
Lived bound
By your fear,
Left in solitude,
Scared to find
A new
You.

We
Found each
Other as
Complements to our
Own lackings,
You, me —
We.