by Kate Birch | Jul 1, 2014 | Blogs & News, Prose & Poetry
Last week, we were privileged to be part of the UEA FLY Festival (Festival of Literature for Young people). Ink Sweat and Tears supported the final event, a superbly enthusiastic POETRY SLAM (with thanks to Luke Wright, Molly Naylor, Tim Clare, Mark Gristo and...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 30, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Sea Mist or, as Scots call it, haar. It rolls in stealthily, steadily drawing nearer with every wave that washes the sand. Then, it rocks me, ragging me like a cold, damp shawl hurled around my shoulders. Between my toes the...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 29, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
What is it like to be a herring gull? (After Thomas Nagel) Circling the heavy church at the end of the street, you see a cliff-stack far out in a grey Atlantic, an inherited seascape sloshing inside your skull, salting...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 28, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Luxembourg, 1942 If he could tell you he would say that it feels nothing like falling asleep there is no well lit cinemascope flashback of your life he would say that he remembered, not everything not even necessarily the good...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 27, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Lost Time In the future, you’ll say; “We recorded passing periods with nanoseconds and centuries and how it wasn’t fazed by war, desperation or the 1970’s. We relied on it and one day it quit, gave up and left without a trace,...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 26, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
On returning to Charlie Byrne’s Bookshop I am a herd of Friesians, hides quivering and udders swaying, as the gate opens on silt-sweetened river meadow grass. I am the leap off searing rock into a translucent pool. I am blood...
