I just called to say hello

Ink Sweat & Tears editor is on the roads at the moment with internet connections few and far between, so here's a short poem from Michael Estabrook that neatly sums up one aspect of communications…Only Daughter “Hi Mom, Patti,” she’d saywhenever...

Carmen Eichman was a military brat

Military Brat?So you’re a military brat?Yes, I replied, each time, quizzically obedient,though today wondering what the hell that meant.We moved every two to three years,moved in the middle of the year, managed one Christmas eve in a Holiday Inn,Christmas day on a...

June catches her breath

We mentioned the launch for Martin Figura's new collection Whistle in the previous posting – now here's another poem from that collection…DistanceSuddenly June catches her breath,wakes reeling from the vertiginous blurred curvature of the earth,its...

Chris Tracy is at the beach at dusk

FifteenDusk, high summer,the sky streaked caramel.Muffled shouts and dog barkssweep the shoreline like radar;the sand is strewn with jellyfish.I thread back, reeled in through marram and half-submerged lolly-stickstill snagged in a sudden hollow.Below, a young couple,...

Alison Brackenbury wants the sun

Souvenir My daughter could not bring the sun from Greece.So she arrived, swinging a carrier bag,Light blue, bristling with Ks, and crammed with sweets. First, there was nougat, which I knew from slabsBuried in chocolate, stale black card, as logsSulked into...

Paul Handley is caught up in tough love

Love Cliché   Rebekah believed in the power of the healing heartHearing her say this didn’t crush his heart,But a part crumbled to the floor. Another time she actually said the words,One following the other, “mission statement”.  “Never settle,”Patently...