Murano Music...

Fountain pens fascinate me, especially the rituals involved in quenching their thirst with watery tones. Cartridges. Fillers. Nibs. Choosing the inks: bottle shapes and shades. After the sequence of pre-cursive manipulations, each pen then discloses a distinctive modulation when pressed upon the page.

Today, I flirted with a glass pen for the first time, an Italian pistachio green stylus I recently acquired. I etched ink across the pages of a new...(what else?) lime green colored Moleskine journal.

Some scribbles resembled diary confessions, some paid homage to childish sketches. The exhilaration of cruising around the blank page...the rumbling of glass against cellulose left a pair of haiku skid marks.

Glass pen whispers blue
notations born of friction.
Secrets scraping by....

Fragile word-chorus
chants abrasive melodies.
Caligraphy hiss...