Author: Reena Saxena

It had first been released with very little fanfare and to very little interest.  Critics and readers agreed that it was a painful read; slow, pedantic and really no more than propaganda.

Sometimes the things that end up have a huge impact come in with a whimper instead of a bang.  This book was one of them.  Slowly one came to realize that it was everywhere.  In every store, on every billboard this book was now being lauded as a book everyone Must read.  People scoffed.  Late night comics made jokes about it…for a little while.

Then all of a sudden the same comics were giving it ringing endorsements, “The Book is the last book you will ever need to read.” “Your guide to being a true member of our great society: The Book.”.  Children in high school were given it as assigned reading.  Copies were in every doctor’s and…

The last book on Planet Earth will be the first book, the one to be an idealized representation of what humans could and can be if they could clear their minds of the cloudiness of what is most frail and harmful about our species. When it is found or taken with humans, it can set the stage for what’s next.

The last book must be a transformative text. It must be one that plants the seeds for a new and improved crop of humans. The text must imprint on the psyche of the reader the concept and belief in the relativity of things. The concept of us and them must cause a great disease when considered. The concept within it that all pieces are part of a whole and an essential piece of all that is will be embraced.

In it, profit will be looked at as an act that…

The last book on Planet Earth

Of the books ever written, it made sense that the last one standing was “The Book of Survival at The End of The World”.

Everyone still alive had one, and it was considered the bible in terms of survival.

In some ways, as the end neared, the book was more redundant than useful but when all you have is hope you cling to it like your life depends on it.

Written many years earlier, it detailed the steps you would need to take when life was drawing to a closure. There was nothing you could do about it, the darkness had gradually been getting more intense, the inhabitants lived a subsistence life, death was more prevalent than birth.

Misery became the norm, death couldn’t come fast enough for some, such that throughout the earth, only pockets of life remained. Those who believed in the…

Friday sits like a coin in my pocket
whispering to me. What shall I spend it on?
I could buy a kite, or a coffee,
or a pair of shoes. I could spend it all
on a book, or a poem, or a fragment
of something half written,
tossed away on the wind. I could take it out
and polish it in the sunlight,
roll it across a sanded floor,
send it spinning into a wave
crashing onto a shingle shore.
I could take a ride on a bus
to the end of the line,
or buy an apple and biting it
learn what good is, and what’s evil,
I could hold my hand out
to a cunning magpie,
offer my silver as a gift,
sacrifice it to an ancient goddess,
bury it beneath a hawthorn tree,
or I could hide it underneath my pillow,
feel the dull thickness of…