Work With Me // Hyla Brook Books

Hey everyone! Every week I talk about my little bookstore. I also have a Facebook group where you could buy, sell, or trade for books. On the weekends I'll sometimes post about what I'm doing, life as a bookseller. Today I made sure to take photos of books and post to Depop, Mercari, Instagram... Continue Reading →

Cottagecore books

A pastoral lifestyle where a pig, chickens, a horse, and a donkey are your friends instead of people. Imagine baking bread, wearing gunne sax dresses, and flower picking to hear the babbling of a happy brook. Its a no make up make up look, antique books, and horseback riding. Is it something out of a... Continue Reading →

Hyla Brook Books // Plan With Me

Hey everyone! I am so thrilled with my new bookshelf and all the time I have these days to read. Reading a lot this past week helped me get my mind off politics and philosophy. With this post I will be addressing some shipping and packaging concerns. I have expenses that need to be made... Continue Reading →

Dear Diary // a poem

it's time to stop writing in third person and start writing for myself. If I'm going to heal right I need to pick up my pen and put up a fight to save my life. There was a woman I used to know but I don't know where or why she had to go. I... Continue Reading →


Here's my newest bookmark collection🍀 this one is made with real crystals and clovers. Still chasing my dream of owning my own bookstore and becoming a published author. Now that this collection is done I'm working on my next poetry chapbook, which are poems about growth🍀       etsy shop   ( )

Writing Ancestors // a poem

At the blank page again, lost in my thoughts, Ernest Hemmingway seizes my throat and like a leiutant giving orders, commands me "All you have to do is write one true sentence. Write the truest sentence that you know." Dorothy Allison enters the room the way nurses do in an emergency. She gave me her... Continue Reading →

Rain Rain Go Away

Rain is seen as a cleansing ceremony, a metaphor for dark clouds and biting cold. It's romanticized. "I love the rain. everything is new," My friend said something along those lines and  my eyes frowned. "The rain is my mortal enemy," I say, gazing out at the rain falling in icy sheets, reminding me of... Continue Reading →

Hyla Brook Books update

"My dreams are growing alongside a white iron gate to my future doll house, my desire as gigantic as the Titan Arum flower, I am a late bloomer Breathing spring into the trumpet of a clear blue sky." I'll leave those sentences there. I've been imagining my own bookshop, I have so many books I... Continue Reading →

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