I have a very boring collection
of fountain pens. None of them
are fancy or expensive, just your
garden variety everyday writing utensils.
I clean them out monthly with hot
running water to dislodge all the old
encrusted ink. In my imagination they are
my brushes and palete with which
I create works of art, poetry
I hope will stand the test of time.
My favorite color ink is a mixture
of forest green and empyrean blue.
I name it navy green. My wife insists
I mix it near the kitchen sink.