book reviews
Reviews of the best poetry books, collections and anthologies; discover poems and up-and-coming poets across all cultures, genres and themes.
If Silence Could Speak
If Silence Could Speak By [Huzaifa dzine] If Silence could speak, she would not raise her voice. She would slip into a room like dusk at the end of day—uninvited, inevitable. You wouldn’t notice her at first. You’d hear her in the pause after a slammed door, in the space between “I’m fine” and everything left unsaid. She would perch on your shoulder like a breath you forgot to take, waiting to be heard but never demanding.
By Huzaifa Dzine6 months ago in Poets
The Book of Beginnings
A Journey Through Stories In the sleepy village of Elderglow, where fireflies danced under ancient oaks, stood a bookshop called The Story Haven. Its crooked sign creaked in the breeze, and its windows glowed with golden light, inviting anyone brave enough to step inside. For eleven-year-old Leo, a boy with tousled hair and a knack for losing things, the shop was a treasure chest of wonders. He wasn’t much of a reader—words jumbled in his head like puzzle pieces—but he loved the shop’s dusty shelves and the smell of old paper.
By Shohel Rana6 months ago in Poets
The Library That Listened
A Tale of Books and Bonds In the quiet town of Willowbrook, nestled between rolling hills and whispering pines, stood an old library with ivy-covered walls. The townsfolk called it the Whispering Library, not because it was silent, but because the books seemed to hum with stories waiting to be told. Ten-year-old Maya, with her braided pigtails and curious brown eyes, loved the library more than anything. Every Saturday, she’d race down the cobblestone path, her sneakers slapping the stones, eager to lose herself in its magic.
By Shohel Rana6 months ago in Poets
The Book Beneath the Bed
Tariq was not a reader. In fact, books bored him. He much preferred video games, action movies, or simply riding his bike through the neighborhood with his friends. So when his mom asked him to clean his grandfather's old room after he passed away, he sighed, shrugged, and said, “Fine.”
By Shohel Rana6 months ago in Poets
