A fountain pen. Photo: By Trey Gibson on Unsplash.
Poem: At the end of a conversation
'She had been writing for a full two hours...'
She had been writing for a full two hours,
periodically I’d interrupt by
quoting the madness of killing fields from
around the world, both of
us rinsing spilt ink until eventually she put
down her journal and pen,
looked me straight in the eyes and replied: