Ink Sweat & Tears is a UK based webzine which publishes and reviews poetry, prose, prose-poetry, word & image pieces and everything in between. Our tastes are eclectic and magpie-like and we aim to publish something new every day.
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Featured Poetry/Prose of the Day
Previously featured
Cleo Madeleine
do not eat you dry out my tongue, dry off, dry off, wither in my mouth like the ripe white leg of a lamb breach-born, caught dangling between guts and dew, fingers of mist still laid in the valley biscuits in a long cardboard tube sticky with crumbs, the...
Helen May Williams
Winter solstice 2020 13/12/2020 dream haiku small hours of Sunday morning family’s little strength guarded for mourning 17/12/2020 still growing on old apple tree— mistletoe 21/12/2020 the peanut feeder disappears — flap of crows...
Recent Prose
Recent Haiku
News
Vote for Your December 2020 Pick of the Month
VOTING HAS NOW CLOSED. WATCH THIS SPACE TO DISCOVER THE DECEMBER 2020 PICK OF THE MONTH. New year, new web site and a...
Word & Image
Untitled (Bible cut-up) by Dave Hubble
The locusts have no king they wandered about in sheepskins speckled and spotted among the goats They were...
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Streets of the Abandoned City
Poem from Helen Ivory's chapbook Maps of the Abandoned City, published by SurVision. Performed, illustrated and...
Featured Poetry/Prose of the Day
News
Vote for Your December 2020 Pick of the Month
VOTING HAS NOW CLOSED. WATCH THIS SPACE TO DISCOVER THE DECEMBER 2020 PICK OF THE MONTH. New year, new web site and a...
Word & Image

Untitled (Bible cut-up) by Dave Hubble
The locusts have no king they wandered about in sheepskins speckled and spotted among the goats They were...
Video Channel

Streets of the Abandoned City
Poem from Helen Ivory's chapbook Maps of the Abandoned City, published by SurVision. Performed, illustrated and...
Previously featured
Cleo Madeleine
do not eat you dry out my tongue, dry off, dry off, wither in my mouth like the ripe white leg of a lamb breach-born, caught dangling between guts and dew, fingers of mist still laid in the valley biscuits in a long cardboard tube sticky with crumbs, the...
Helen May Williams
Winter solstice 2020 13/12/2020 dream haiku small hours of Sunday morning family’s little strength guarded for mourning 17/12/2020 still growing on old apple tree— mistletoe 21/12/2020 the peanut feeder disappears — flap of crows...
Recent Prose
Recent Haiku
Picks of the Month
Vote for Your December 2020 Pick of the Month
VOTING HAS NOW CLOSED. WATCH THIS SPACE TO DISCOVER THE DECEMBER 2020 PICK OF THE MONTH. New year, new web site and a final vote for Pick of the Month for 2020. And it was a dark December in more...
Congratulations to Mariam Saidan who is our IS&T Pick of the Month poet for November 2020
'this poem is of a few words but very deep feelings' Voters loved its beauty, its simplicity and its truth and this is why, from a superb group of shortlisted poems, Mariam Saidan's 'Lies' is the...
Your October 2020 Pick of the Month is ‘Here Come the Crows’ by Amy Rafferty
An overwhelming response to our October Pick of the Month vote sees Amy Rafferty's 'Here Come the Crows' as the ultimate winner. This beautiful, moving 'ethereal and yet beautifully observed' poem...
Reviews
Lynn Woollacott reviews ‘FOREST moor or less’ by Dawn Bauling and Ronnie Goodyer
A joint collection from two widely published poets opens with, ‘Crescent Moon Over Cookworthy Forest’ which introduces their personal love story – hidden for most of their lives – like...
Antony Owen reviews ‘I, Ursula’ by Ruth Stacey
Ernest Hemingway once said “There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed”. This quote comes to mind when reading I Ursula which comes...
Deborah Harvey reviews ‘Two Girls and a Beehive : Poems about the art and lives of Stanley Spencer and Hilda Carline Spencer’ Rosie Jackson and Graham Burchell
I confess to having a personal interest in the art and the life of Stanley Spencer that is entirely fanciful, born of the fact that he and my grandmother, Hilda, both worked in war hospitals...