Carmen Eichman is conjuring on a Sunday afternoon

Sunday Afternoon Conjuring Our memories, black backwash,buckle me this afternoon, my silent discourse with youdarkens the day.I shove you within the holes of my bones,but you slip out, and I’m trapped inour universe that no longer exists. I can’tchew off a foot, rip...

Christina Murphy is listening to night echoes

One of the more fascinating aspects of the poetry scene – and one of the original motivations for setting up Ink Sweat & Tears in the first place – is that hazy borderline between poetry and prose, when poetry becomes prose poetry… or is it literary flash...

Pat Jourdan is taking a March train journey

March Train Journey, Norfolk   Some daffodils left looking at each other. A grouse, sidling along trying to avoid its destiny, overdressed in the fields with the amazing white collar and the bright red suit, blue tie. A lolloping hare dashing off across a wide...

Geoff Stevens is going ratting

Earlier this week there was a documentary shown on UK TV about King Edward VII. By coincidence, regular IS&T contributor Geoff Stevens has submitted a poem inspired by one King Edward's more infamous social put-downs – when he saw Lord Harris in a brown bowler...

Michelle McGrane is at the festival of dolls

Hina MatsuriThe morning after the festival,a sigh stole through the alcovewhere the doll altar stood.In the pavilion, the tiny lordbowed his head, a fist curled at his side,a hand upon his lady's shoulder.She dried her eyeswith a trailing sleeve, her moutha red...