Welcome to the Ink Sweat & Tears Poetry Archive

This archive is formed from all the posts from that original Ink Sweat & Tears website, it now consists of everything we have published up to the end of 2019. IS&T was founded by Salt author Charles Christian in 2007 as a platform for new poetry and short prose, and experimental work in digital media. Charles ran the site single-handedly, publishing new work every day till 2010, when now sole editor, poet and artist Helen Ivory came on board as Deputy Editor. The Ink Sweat & Tears website continues to run and can be found here

You can either click on the poems below which run from most recent to oldest, or you can search for particular poem or poet, there is also a list of all the categories to click through. From Prose & Poetry to Words and Images, Haibun, Tanka, Haiku & Haiga, in addition we have all of the Poems of the month and Poetry picks, old blogs and news, award nominated, reviews and interviews.

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Prose and poetry

Poems and prose published on the website from start to finish.

Martin Ferguson

      Central Insect Agency after Lawrence What brings you in so quiet ? why such bright banded citrine stripes ? when did you smell the strawberries ? Is it that you destabilize us...

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Allan Johnston

      Aspens These trees shimmer in no breeze— the moon’s a wild rabbit above us— no breeze or one so slight we don’t feel it— mad ghost breathing— bark curled scrolling tops of...

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Mara Polgovsky

      Erica bloated by x-counts of cortisone she offered her excuses for the breath-loss at the circular staircase (going up) in the midst of the pause Tablada’s haikus and the...

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Will Birkin

      Small Waters You’ll find me in small waters, with my eggs like eyes and eyes like two gold watches, handless as my green and almost body: coalesced by a will of weeds. It’s a...

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Juliet Humphreys

      Talking to Monet People, I tell him. I can see people: shadows, black-burnt, threading their way between trees — and there, behind, Parliament rises like a cathedral I’d say...

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Clare Crossman

      Ward D9 (For Linda and Helen) We are a murmuration of rose-ringed parakeets, plumed in our floral nightdresses, flashes of colour. Turning our heads sideways to catch each...

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Chris Johnson

      Talking to myself - at The Great Exhibition, Crystal Palace, London 1851 ' A barometer filled with leeches in a bottle of water; fancy that'. I almost felt a bullet singe me...

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Sam Wood

        Words are everything Lines. Muscle soak. If you love something let it snow let it snow let it snow. Snorkelling. To shop is to be essential. I like radical consumerism. I...

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Poetry Picks

Our favourite poems and ‘best of’ chosen from each month between 2007 and 2019

Chin Li

      A long-distance voice      That was the last time he called me by my name. His voice low, rather hoarse. Here and there, he paused; his speech slow, affecting a sadness I wasn’t to know. Long-distance call. Not unexpected. The usual. When will you...

James Knight

      Cockroach I began when the cockroach fell the cockroach was on the ceiling the ceiling was in a hospital the hospital was in a city and the cockroach on the ceiling fell underneath the ceiling and the cockroach were my mother and her belly and...

David Calcutt

      from Wintering 1 Things are hunkering down. Roots burrow deep, nosing among the winter nests, the curled fur and trembling antennae. The seed lie snug in the earth’s closed fist. Complete darkness. And a heat that’s miserly, generating just enough...

Ross McCleary

      I put a wolf in the basement The wolf is arguing with my neighbours. He is asking to be let out. He is persuasive, and good at small talk. He is no danger to them, but he is a crack in the pipes. I cannot remove him, cannot take an axe to his...

Kitty Coles

    Stonecutter What tool is best to slice the skull apart, to split it neatly, cleanly as a melon, and winkle out that small stone at the temple, cuddled up like a frog in its deep-mud winter burrow, growing fat as its skin sucks in the life of its host?...

Haibun, Tanka, Haiku, & Haiga

Haibun, Tanka, Haiku, & Haiga reviously published on the website.

Five Haiku from Matthias Hoefler

Five haiku:*a wood burningstove. what's that wise cat doing on it?*her pink handoutstrechedclam shell*white noise raindrops yet my spiritagitated.*solitary red leaf falling A Glade commercial.*Piebald cathuddled in grass rime coming on*Matthias Hoefler is lord of...

Ten Haiku from Bill Cooper

small herona blueberry crownbegins to flare *trotters at nighta speckled moth             swings wide *dead hamsterlining the tinwith mint leaves *night krewea toddler sipsfrom last year’s...

A haibun from Stephen W Leslie

Red Tailed Hawk On the way to work I noticed a largebird by the side of Route 66.   On a sudden impulse I pulledover.   It was a large red tailed hawk decked in a gorgeous mane ofwhite and brown feathers.  One inch claws clenched, his...

A haibun from Danny Pelletier

Cleavage Stories about his drunk college buddy, who once scaled an impossible geological structure when the rest of the party was looking in the other direction, don’t linger on his tongue. “How’d you get up there? We only looked away for a minute.” “I don’t...

Nine Haiku from Bill Cooper

peeps and trillsa winding trailto the dogwood *after a rompan edge of goldin the horse’s eye *flying squirrelthe ready acceptanceof a thin branch*the farm horseout of harnessscent of straw *step stoollearning dad’s waysto maneuver the brush *beach...

Pris Campbell is voiceless

*Pris Campbell is a regular IS&T contributor who has published her haiga and free verse in numerous online and print journals. She has five collections of poetry out. The most recent is The Nature of Attraction , with Scott Owens (Main Street Rag Press). She has...

12 Days of Christmas

All the poems from our regular 12 days of Christmas feature.

Words & Images

Words with images previously published on the website.

Word and Image from Helen Pletts and Romit Berger

The musician speaks of the PacificWe are the something of sirens      this, our urgent-sound:laughter deepening an acreageof littered whisperings; eyelash sea-greens.Steady me. In this breeze, moments come free.     Place your hands on my shoulders      and I’ll...

Words by Max Wallis, Image by Agnesbic

Allow yourself this one dayhungover from love. To sit in your sad cocoonbed-lain on lemon bon bon sheets and sick with ache,cuddling your bones. Let the day roll into night.Do not fret about the red numbers in your account,about deadlines and business worries; pick up...

Text art from Ira Lightman

*Ira Lightman makes public art in the North East, and lately Willenhall and Southampton. He devises visual poetry forms and then asks local communities to supply words that will bring them alive. He is a regular on BBC Radio 3's The Verb. Duetcetera (Shearsman, 2008)...

A photopoem from James Sutherland-Smith

YoungThe yarrow, the bulrush, the burdockthe long-stemmed wheatgrass, a single irisleaning like one of the paparazzifor an exclusive front page shot line the path either side of a girl runningas though she might be dreaming she escapesthe applause of a crowd round the...

Blogs and news

Blogs and archived news from 2007 to 2020.

Reviews

Archived reviews from 2007 to 2020.

Interviews

Archived interviews from 2007 to 2020.

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