Today you will dream in Russian and wake with the smell of vanilla.

fishbowl eyes

her mascara streams down her face, like leaking octopus ink and I wonder what it tastes like

the freckles on my fingertips

Stories trail behind me like the hem of a beautiful gown, and I point my toes as I stride.


please note this is only for BLACK AND WHITE PEN AND INK WORK only

baskerville old face

I like your font.

to the year of water off my back

I saw written on my palm / One word

ink pot

It was a snow white day when the mirror first exposed the life altering sign. The pot was invoked. She is not a writer after all, had been …


across your spine

black ink

Black ink. I love it it better than blue / I’ll write with it my note to you / it shall begin with a polite “could” / an…

Ink will find a hole to seep through

Lily tucked two mousey brown wisps of hair (that had escaped the roughly styled french twist) behind her ears. She had woken to a morning…

~ Take from me my pen ~

Take from me my pen / and I shall mourn as though love is lost / as though my bed lay empty


She couldn’t stop if she tried.

there’s charcoal on her dress

If she goes out to dinner, go to 4. / If she returns to the hotel, go to 5.


She understands what the ink across his knuckles means.

MY INK IS THIN…(a valentine offering of sor…

my quill is blunt, / dipped in holy water / from heart’s inkwell

the star anise room

I’ve already done worse, she told herself, and for a moment she believed it.


feathers dipped in red / dripping birdsongs / on daisy skipping fields

A dream of you (illustrated)

You are different / Distant, attractive yet unattainable / Like a sailing ship at the horizon

The past catches up with you

writing you from broken sleep / choosing fonts like wine


… if darkness be your companion / then you be the light., / … if chaos be your path / then you be the guide.

INVISIBLE INK…. (for Lisa’s birthday)

where stories yet to be told / are written between the imprinted lines / with invisible ink, / seeping behind her eyes

Indelible Ink

The drawing room / The only safe haven

The Night Owls.

The somnambulist wore black / and swung in her shadow..

Poet Whisperer

Gentle now / whisper for the poet steeps

Nightmare’s Prophet

Nightmare’s Prophet came to me in liquid, lies ,and entropy / His backwards whispers of blue skinned whores / belching blood on a che…

Mud in your bucket

I just knew the clouds today were saying "Ahhhhh that’s better”. / ………….. / “Move out of the way……

pages in a book

All my love / fades and dies / You are the page / left alive

Lurzer’s Archive:200 Best Illustrators Worl…

Lurzers’s is a publication that, rather than loudly announces, quietly presents the message that an illustrator’s nationality doesn’t have …

Rabbit bones and dirty feet

Since you ask.


I paint with words, / watch the ink / meander,

My pen weeps ink

My pen weeps ink / Spurting from its well / seeping into pores / Of parchment skin / It stains my fingers / With blue nicotine . / Nibbli…

Poets Pen…….

This pen shares smiles, secrets too. It tells it how it really is / Words of love, animal magnetism, words of loss, pain and gain

Ink Spots and Cherubs

They took him to the doctor to fix him up to be good / “Now young man” the old man in the white coat said / “Please tell …

Circles Within Circles

Tears dripping onto my tongue / Like bitter ink onto pristine paper / writing songs of indigo / foamy waves crashing splashing

You Could Have Been My Lightning in a Bottle

You could have pumped all your / ragged / bleeding / dark / electric / combustion / straight into me

Wrap the bones around it

Don’t let the bastards get you down.

Inspiration from the Little Ink Bottle

When we wished upon a star heaven sent you, our little ink bottle.

Anaconda Ink

Snakes and Ladders

lovechild of the bale

time for the quiet


I put pictures on my skin, / The hours I sit with pain / Numbs my mind / And heals my hurt, / Cause no matter what / You can’t take …

Early morning wings (I)

“Excuse me miss.” A low, seductive voice called. “I couldn’t help but see you watching me, you seemed to be my only audience.” He grinned …

ink soaked blues!

the great artist and poets, / all gather, / at the pro verbial ink well, / spilling words and thoughts, / upon the tear stained parchments,…

A Letter to You My Dear; released in ink and tears

The air lightens, dawn is breaking, / I rush out into the glory of that first morning; / the perfect dew the whistling robin,

frozen ink?

my muse, / no longer safe / within the confines / of my misery / as abandoned me / for fear / of retribution / from my / bewildered soul, /…

A comment on the response to my recent pen&in…

THANK YOU ALL SO VERY VERY MUCH…I have been utterly overwhelmed…Ego duly chastened… If not for AKA …

invisible ink

he closed his eyes and / asked her to read to / him the story that beats / from her heart to his

#16. Ink a dink baby

Gotta say this one out loud like a marching song!! / Inkadink a diddly doo / Inkadink a diddly pink / Ready? / READY?? / 1 2 3 4 / Now go g…

The Storytellers love…

On the quietest of days, / When the silence comes, / When thoughts are visions, / For storytellers. / When page becomes love, / When pen be…

Petals of ink in the Autumn breeze

This earth tastes bitter in my mouth, like poison seeping through my veins.


Mysterious wanderings and moonlight tendrils in this collaboration with artist LisaMM

Ink Runneth Over

From silent suppression / Or childhood regression / To constant depression / A lifetime’s oppression

Mystic Tattoos (II)

He sat back, surprised, “how did you know I had ink?” he looked down at his work clothes, which covered each of his mystic tattoos. She b…

Ink Spills

Ink spills across a dream / Of who I am or who I seem / To be inside their questioned gaze / A body blue inside the haze / Tomorrows promi…

There’s a Hole in My Heart

There’s a hole in my heart / the sunlight shines through / and sometimes the moon does too.

A mage’s lament

I am the mage of / eyes, a crying clown / in the house of sorrows / do you remember me / when I was there / at the pylon of a million bleed…

~ INK ~

Technology cannot replace the grace the skill the smell of my creativity / I will wait in your cupboard for all time

Body of Art

poetry’s ink on naked bodies


Blackening finger tips, / Reflected in soulful eyes. / Like atypical blood, / Spilling a tale. / A heart with many shades, / Imprints a pag…

Symbol Serpentine

Receded and Receiving / The Serpentine and Bleeding / Patterns of tunneled decay / sustaining shattered lanterns / in the unfrozen flowing …

The Ancient Art of Copywriting: Never a Truer Wor…

One day, he just arrived in the village from places unknown. He made his home in an old abandoned hovel, where sometimes ….

Like parchment upon which your lips wrote with in…

your memory / painting desire / like an indelible ink / onto my lips, / across the bones of my hips…

The Hidden Moon

Moon Oh moon, / looking down upon us.


A secret to be told / Just in ink

Blood Spilt (Spirit Walks Part 5. Monsters Ink)

Both Auberon and Sama unconsciously bent lower, peering at the Ken-doll-smooth crotch of Gabe’s ghost.

Spilled Ink

The beginning of poetry / so little time to live / an eternity to die / burning castles in my mind.

There’s a Hole in My Heart Part II

There’s a hole in my heart / and that’s fine / no it’s better than that / it’s all mine.

Notes from Chelton Hills

Crematory Dust floats / in it’s Vacuum Universe / then is breathed in, / latching to lungs the combined remains, / leftovers of th…


Midnight / Rose your shadow / To kiss me dark and / Cool and I took it / Eloquently upon the / Switch of off / Within the nightlight –on …

Innominata #1

Piebald Palindrome / Serpents Cross the Anome / A splintered Shell / The shattered bell / Sounds of nothing in backwards hell / Drones alon…

invisible ink

control / the fire / and it becomes / a star / * / tied into an organization / locked up without habeus corpus / who chooses who’s wh…

Fresh sheets

Seductive ink flows / over silken sheets / shifting as you move over them / smudging their appearance / spoiling crisp clean surface / B…


Here I sat in a dimly litted room reading ink inscribed smelling sex in your voice like perfume / “Come to bed”, is the call th…

Out of ink

My pen had gone dry while my mind continued to write words inside my head, / Silence had worsen the taste of their definitions because my t…

In the glass garden

In the glass garden / of perforated night / embulated the seeping reeds my roaming vines / eyes crystallized / only now is the mating / of …

Outside the lines

Much like our life / Lines are the law / Care to stay in / Segment’s kolor


And this is the first moment / of my transformation / the needle drips with red / like blood / but not… / The phoenix takes shape / F…

More Ink.

all the chaos was aligning, still there, still feeding him, but more manageable.

she washed me in her watercolors

she washed me in her watercolors / but my black ink bled back through…

Blood and Ink – Haikus

The vein is tapped, / the crimson liquid rolling / across the page.

Blood Ink

Years of apathy sigh from her mouth / Her limbs are tired and sore from boredom / She wishes to be free if only she knew what free was / Th…

Unheard Words of Mine…

you cannot help…. / But still feel lonley and lost….

Blackest Ink on Whitest Paper

My love, My only Love… / My Black and White Prince… / My Dreams, My Hopes, My Imaginings, / Captured and Immortalized /…

The Ink Road

She stood by the curve of the road, her eyes wide, hopeful. She didn’t know why she was hopeful, she just was.

To James Tate, 3rd draft

This is tangible, JT, / pricking stars behind my eyes, / streaming hot saltwater verse,

The Writer’s Curse

Cut your past emotions from your skin / and you’ll bleed ink / Across these blank deserts of despair

An Inkling of An Ink Thing…

… I think. / :)

Invisible Ink

My love / written with her finger / in the dark of night / on the palm of my hand / I LOVE U / How strange the ink / i cant see & can…

Parts of Poems

I spread the words everywhere I go – I leave a trail of frantic inky scribbles in my wake. / Follow them and you’ll know where I am.


Ink to paper, flowing swift / Words come into view / Delicate, or scribbling / Old words are made anew / Put in patterns, some unique / Flo…

Bleating Cry

The muzzled bleating cry / Gone the days of thou ink / Binary code we shalt die / The night in which incarcerate think

The Light Through the Blinds

its been a long time since then / many sleepless nights / art has become vandalism

Invisible think, invisible ink

Invisible think, invisible ink?

stars, moon, black ink sky

stars, moon, black ink sky / © karin tayor 2013 / stars, moon, black ink sky / more heavenly, than apple pie / stars, moon, black ink …

Sleep versus silver ink

Sleep knocks on my door / Claiming entrance / My tongue stumbles / Over goodnight words

The Pages Revolt

The Words seep in / The black blood devouring its victim / The pride of the kill / THE KING AMOUNG THOUGHT / …

There was a pen

I dipped it in, down into the dark well, where thoughts come from and feelings hide / In inky depths it came near to drowning, waiting for …
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