Showing posts with label pen. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pen. Show all posts

12.12.2022

pen at hand

When asked, “Have you got a pen?”—he replied, “Yes, I’m a poet, I always have a pen.”

10.24.2022

for want of a pen

Sometimes I think I became a writer solely because I love holding a nice pen.

11.07.2020

escaped pen

Writing in bed: Too much scrabbling about the bedclothes searching for my pen.

12.09.2019

disadvantaged appendage

My hand looks a little helpless without a pen.

1.13.2011

unhurried hand

It was the kind of poem one felt had been written in pen, in longhand.

3.09.2010

stylus sensor

I was trying to listen through my pen.

3.31.2008

the power under one's hand

At my desk I reach for a pen and realize that I’m at the console that controls the universe.