Approximately 10 years ago - and we say 'approximately' because the earliest saved post we have is from 5th January 2007 - Ink Sweat & Tears was born. We celebrate quietly today with...

    Friday Night   Swirling dust rose from a wide parking lot as cars found space.  Weary visitors and neighbors headed for the front door of The Guitar Road House. Music greeted them...

    #3 (In Watermelon Sugar)   When the tigers were in bloom, the tigers helped me with my arithmetic. I threw it away, so not even time could find it, and drank whisky made from...

      Mrs Darwin's Egg I break the egg over the kitchen table. The yolk spills out on the china plate like gorse in snow. Outside the snow still falls, blindfolding the brambles. I...

  Winter in Canyonlands Arches Bookstore, Moab. Amid sleek hardbacks, worn secondhand, pulpy softcovers and thumbed magazines, we drink Tao Teas, finger Ugly Baby toys. We’ve been up to Dead...

North We are expected to accept the corners of the map, the turning arrows, the edges of town, but North pulls, so that we gravitate, to its polished gold, stripped back skin. The further North we...

      On the anniversary You walked the path between the pines that led down to the water, down to the sloping flow of the ocean upon crushed sand because it’s where she told you to...

      The Buzz From ten or so metres away there is nothing, just the rustle of the wind through the grass, the occasional whoop of a distant teen on the basketball court, the rattle...

    Andy Williams When I was young I didn't get it: the crooning, whining, almost girlish voice. Middle of the road, hope I die before I get that old. Music my girlfriend's parents danced...