the odd inkwell is a poet sequestered in the tower of her ancestral mansion. To pass the time, she creates found poetry and found haiku from cutting up very old books. Occasionally, she incorporates poetry with found object art. She blogs her poetry at ht 2 followers / 70 words
indifferent the gargoyle sits. long has it been since the snail would weave tales of gold. an empty snow-covered shell all that remains in his stony ear.