New poetry by India Rose Badiner

The Moment When it Could Have BeenShe was quiet for many hours by the windowAs if time was only a constructed and conjured up illusion of the human mindStanding parallel to her dark, strange and intricately painful demonsIn full acceptance with divine order of the...

New flash fiction by Bill West

Imagine the Glass is Green Outside, his car still burned. Thick smoke wrapped around the bay window as if he were trying to climb back inside. She popped another sleeper, washed down with absinthe. Imagine the glass is green. Drink will block him out. She slips...

Two new poems by Dayseye – updated

Mystery solved regarding this piece we originally posted last Thursday… Today's contributor is a bit (OK a lot) of a mystery – we have just two clues: the pen-name Dayseye and an @tesco email address…the first and last datethe film we saw was a...

Jonathan Pinnock would like to complain

It's autumn, the season of mists, mellow fruitfulness and disputes with energy companies over the size of the bills they send us. As here – at Ink Sweat Towers – we are currently engaged in a frank exchange of views with the muppets who supply our electricity...