The Higher Call

He dips his pen into the inkwell. Lifts it carefully, tapping it gently on the edge of the jar before moving back to his paper. His fingertips, forever stained with the heavy black ink, never hesitate. Not a moment passes where there aren’t thoughts and ideas swirling inside his heart and mind, stories to be […]

The Poet

his pen leaves splatters and drips ink drops and blots stained fingertips a chewed up lip used up nibs on the floor his fingers run over his skull scratching then clinging messy then smooth he squeezes the words out his pores he leaves little messages between the letters and the lines the black marks and […]