Friday, April 25, 2008

devildog moon...




devil dog rides
on all fours tonight
he dreams of the moon,
the delights of the lunarisms.
perhaps tomorrow
he'll finally tell master
that he will no longer
fetch the paper,
roll over,
or beg...

instead,
he'll rip out
the throat of his
tormentor

maybe then the voices will stop
while he howls at the too high too bright
moon.

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Wednesday, April 23, 2008

I love fountain pens....

Write

a trail of your life found between
ink stains, hurried, barely legible scratchings, misspellings,
and grammatical butchery.

what?
what's... that...there on that page...?

-here,
your first love leaving,
-there,
a birth of a child,
-somewhere else,
struggle for sanity...
writing for whom?
rereading the past
don't you know how it all
comes out?
hmmph, not until I
write the ending...



I love fountain pens...!


When I'm writing my prose/thoughts/therapeutic rants, I usually do so with a fountain pen- why? Because I love the feel of the nib on paper (usually a Moleskine large sketch pad) I have several favorite pens, but my two most used are a Pilot Vanishing Point and a vintage Keene Pen:
Of course what attracted me to it was the name: Keene as in Bob Keene!
The nib is a moderate flex, gives quite a different appearance depending on the amount of pressure exerted and the angle one holds it in. Holds quite alot of ink, good heft and well balanced. The Keene Pen company was located in NYC and went out of production sometime in the 40's or 50's I believe....

I began a serious relationship with fountain pens when I chose to purchase one for my 50th birthday... a bit of a landmark, and I wanted to write my journals with something special....
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Saturday, April 5, 2008

bits...




pieces of me
die
daily
trimmed bits
lie on cold
ground

bits...

it's just
bits

tomorrow
maybe they'll
be lunch meat
for other
crows

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