"like Emily Dickinson, Hartog melds the ordinary with the visionary."-Joseph Stroud, author of Below Cold Mountain and Country of Light

Ink Monkey is Diana Hartog's first book of poetry in more than thirteen years, and her patience is the reader's reward. In these spare and elegant poems, not a word out of place, not an unnecessary syllable. Hartog turns a perceptive eye toward the stories of seemingly ordinary things, of overlooked moments and long-closed rooms. Whether she is writing about jellyfish, the desert, awkward silences that end a relationship, struggles of creativity, or Japanese prints, her poems are astute and beautiful.

"Something "up his sleeve," as when a man in the West simply
leans against a wall with his hands in his pockets

and a woman walks by, her starched French cuff dangling an
abalone button blinded with thread. The Muse leaning also,

towards the East and the past: the poetic looseness of kimono sleeves,
damp with tears, in the Japanese canon of love. Sweet partings, trysts,

exposing always the wrist, its pale throat, the heartbeat's
muted throb at the fork of the two blue rivers"

-from "Sleeves"