January Thaw It is warm. Saturday it was in the 50s and yesterday and today the 40s. It’s rainy and the trees are sodden, the earth smells like spring. But it is not. It is a tease, this thaw. I’d rather have the snow, the cold and get it over with. I don’t want spring in January. I want the ground to crunch beneath … Read More

poem for 1/4/05: In a Country by Larry Levis

what is in my attic?

There is something–some creature–living in my attic. I heard it early this morning when I was lying in bed awake, hoping that I would fall back asleep. It sounded like it was rolling something (an acorn maybe?) back and forth just above my head. It–whatever it was–scurried. ruled out: Bat: Bats have gone wherever it is they go in the winter (where do they … Read More what is in my attic?

Eye by Myfanwy Collins Love me. Wrap me in the starry shawl of your wandering eye. Put a hand on my head and feel my brain rub against you like a cat. That is what it means when I say, “dear.” And what we will share is the same notion: were it not for the moment of your conception, all forward momentum would scurry … Read More

new at Pindeldyboz: All the Little Voices a wonderful story by Debbie Ann Ice

Poems, Bombs, and the Road to Baghdad By Matthew Doherty is Poetry Magazine‘s December Prose Feature and boy is it well worth a read. Doherty leads us through his time as a convoy driver in Iraq and his search for the poetry of the moment, for understanding of what is happening and what he is doing there and for his epiphany of what danger … Read More

Ten Minutes at Faulkner’s House: Postcard From Oxford, Mississippi is a poignant and funny vignette of writer Joe Woodward’s trip to see the house of an idol. He and his family arrive too late, they think, to gain entry into the house and after helping one of his kids to pee in the woods, he and his wife strong arm the graduate student in … Read More

Watched Amelie last night. I found it an awfully pretty but ultimately unsatisfying movie. Yes, the movie works had at being charming and delightful and whimsical–and succeeds but only because it tries so hard to be these things. By the end I felt like someone had stuffed me full of sticky, sweet cotton candy and I was gagging on it. My essential problem with … Read More

poem for 1/1/05: Body and Soul by Kim Addonizio

If this is the eve of your new year, may it be a happy one. May it be filled with health and appreciation. May you find peace. Happy New Year!

poem for 12/31/04: From In Memoriam by Lord Alfred Tennyson

New in the latest Ink Pot: Fantastic interview of one of my favorite writers (and people), Ellen Meister. Mesmerizing flash fiction by the talented, Mary McCluskey: Stormy Weather.