I write with a Uni-Ball Onyx Micropoint on nine-by-seven bound notebooks made by a Canadian company called Blueline. After I do a few drafts, I type up the poem on a Macintosh G3 and then send it out the door.
She narrowed her eyes. “What is our heart’s desire?” “Vengeance. ” His voice was soft, as if he were afraid that someone might be listening. “Justice. ” Prince Doran pressed the onyx dragon into her palm with his swollen, gouty fingers, and whispered, “Fire and blood.