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Ink’s video about his poem in the Current Issue…..

This Interactivity of The Idiom’s issues is going great!

This week we have a video by Andrew “Ink” Feindt for his untitled poem in the Current Issue.

You can get to it by the linked panel in the The Idiom Magazine section at the top of the page
or download the PDF file of the current issue and find Ink’s poem and the hyperlinks at the bottom which will bring you to his video.

Orrr….what the Hell, I’ll make it super easy and just put Ink’s link right here

Stay tuned in the upcoming weeks for a video of Keith Baird and his poem and some more to come before we start making the May Issue which will be released at Live Stock!

New Duel book coming out Saturday night….

Our next book release party is this saturday night!  The fliers below, but here is a link to a video of Josh Ballards Book Release Party don’t miss out this time around….


The poster ad for Keith and Ink's Duel Book Release Party!

The poster ad for Keith and Ink’s Duel Book Release Party!

Book Release Party Coming This Saturday!

This Saturday at Revolutionary Lounge and Cafe Piscataway House Publications is releasing its latest duel book “Death Loves a Drinking Game” by Andrew ‘Ink’ Feindt and “Before I Die I Want to Swim With Sharks” by Keith Baird.  We’re so excited to finally get this out to the world…..there’s gonna be good music and words by the poets and a haiku death match at the end!  Come on out, buy a book and support some scenes and perhaps your book release party will be next….

The poster ad for Keith and Ink's Duel Book Release Party!

The poster ad for Keith and Ink’s Duel Book Release Party!


In other news we’ll be making the February Issue of The Idiom soon and updating our site to make it more tablet savoy….

Ink translates from the French for us….

Ink is a regular to The Idiom Magazine…I didn’t know he spoke French….the repetition in the piece contributes to the flow and the slant rhymes make it sound not so sing-songy to strengthen the lines…..stay tuned to the idiom and piscataway house publications as we continue to work on a duel collection of Ink’s work with another idiom poet coming out soon!

Find the rest of the current issue here


This poem is called We,
as in us,
not the French oui,
which means yes.

That door is called gone,
as in go,
the walkway outside, forever,
which means no…
I don’t really intend to stay friends
or call.

In fact, the next time you reach out,
as in ring,
another woman will answer,
which also means no.

Her digital voice
will inform you that number’s been
as in us,
which now means we,
exactly like the French yes,
like echoes
searching for ears
from heels
stomping away
from a closed door
with no-one behind it.
Not no-one like God,
no-one like me.

Haiku Death Match in Jersey City!

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Andrew “Ink” Feindt won the Haiku Death Match in Jersey City!

Check out his site here at http://www.inksblot.com/ and our site where you can pick up 5, 7, then 5 a book of Haiku with Ink and more

But it was an intense night with great poets….met some great people, hopefully if they see this post they can add their contact info. in the comments section and all that

Don’t forget to check out www.theidiommag.com to see more of Ink’s work from The Idiom Magazine and even hear the podcast we did with Ink a few months back!


Did you miss the Dodge Poetry Festival?

Were you unable to make it to the Dodge Poetry Festival?  Maybe you just didn’t show up the second day for some unknown reason and the ticket now sits in your car’s dashboard as penance….


I’m getting off track….Ink went and recorded a lot of the pieces he attended…. check out this first recording and follow his blog to hear some more that he posts!



Theidiommag’s Podcast! #1 featuring Ink


So The Idiom has started a podcast and the first one is up and running!

Our first submission was by Ink a regular contributor to The Idiom. Also on the site are his poems so you can read along with the podcast and it’s comments. If you have any of your own responses feel free to submit a comment on The Idiom’s Blog post in reference to the Podcast.

(It may take a minute for the podcast to download)

So here’s how the The Idiom Podcast works: A writer sends 4-6 pieces to theidiommag@yahoo.com The editors, Mark Brunetti and Keith Baird go through the poems, critique and discuss them, then the writer comes on the show and we discuss our opinions about the poems….where they came from, what the poet things about our critique or perhaps what they really meant…..Really the focus of the show is on the actual poems and a close reading of them.

My animated affection from Ink

Ink is a reoccurring writer for The Idiom. Check out one of his many chapbooks from his website, especially his new one Miserable With Fire Ink was also one of the contributing writers of 5,7, then 5 a book of Haiku from Piscataway House Publications….look for some future collaboration work with Ink and PHP coming soon!

“What will survive of us is love.”
— Philip Larkin (from “An Arundel Tomb”)

The first few knuckles of rock
let go of a cliff,
cascaded below,
took with them their fine glove of ice,
which, taken by surprise,
screamed the entire way down
beneath dull, extended fingers
of the surrounding scarp.

I fell for you at 3.71 m/s2
under the sign of a red planet
mistaken for a star
while playing peeping tom
like a monk from the Monastery of Teshuvah.

That was my opening line.
You laughed more earnestly
than I thought you would,
which is to say…you laughed
and added, “I like Futurama too.”

One romantic night
several months later,
we sat up in bed discussing
turn-ons of terraforming
a distant planet,
imagined for hours
cold only conquerable by human warmth.

When we finished our blueprints,
the orange glow of the bedside lamp
was swallowed by the sun,
which triggered the alarm clock
set by your hands
the night before.

We kissed goodbye.
You went off to work.
I went back to the blueprints.

Truth was,
I liked Futurama
for the dick and fart jokes,
so trying to read our plans
felt like listening to one half
of an ambiguous phone conversation:
cold, like swallowed echoes,
which brought me back to the surface
of the red planet,
exhaling carbon dioxide
from oxygen we manufactured,
frosting winter cliffs
that would feel the weight
come spring.
I love where Ink goes after those first two stanzas to a simple conversation about Futurama…I can relate to his awkwardness when saying something strange to a girl and when he read this piece on stage at the Annex I knew I had to have it….I feel a little sadness in that second to last stanza but that may be my own issues with having to say goodbye but maybe I feel that way because no goodbye was said…