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.

Stefano Bortolussi

      A Canyon The perfect triangle of sea gently emerges from the canyon’s last curve, alluring, pubic, venereal, a promise of a congress as prolonged as the arc of the afternoon in...

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L. Haiman

    Mouse around There's only two ways: Chasing or being chased, You know? Running towards or from. Can't it be both? Yeah, if you're on a spinning wheel. And aren't you? Well, yeah... You...

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Michael Bloor

    Bishop Berkeley’s Theory of Abstraction Kim Brown (kim25071999@quiknet.com)                                            Sat 5 Jan 2019 11:50 To: Alex Brown (alexkbrown1969@quiknet.com)...

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Jane Angué

    After-taste There were three cakes. We still talked then. He held out a small piece, raised it to my mouth to taste. I took it carefully between my lips and acquiesced. To avoid crumbs...

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Peter Burrows

      Bike Riding standing where you should be sharing a joke   watching as they played I step up    leaning forward to teach your boy how to cycle free unsure if he’s ready or how to...

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Victoria Pickup

      Safeguarding Things to look out for: If the pupil is suddenly withdrawn If she shies away from PSHE If you hear talk of ‘a special event’. If the family requests an ‘authorised...

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Sarah L Dixon

      How to rebuild your life For Allan Heaton You do not need screwdrivers, flat, or the type we shall call cross-head, if they need to be named. My ex was called Philip and his...

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Poetry Picks

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

Eloise Unerman

    Divorce for Dummies Our divorce was a collection of digestive biscuit meetings, the formalities of splitting our elaborate throw cushion collection, who would have the kids - a pair of ugly goat mugs neither of us wanted but neither of us would give...

Rebecca Gethin

      Narrowing Fog inhabits the air so as I walk through cloud shadow I find another beside me, her breath condensing on my hair drawing me into the grey no-light that sprawls around, ensnaring me in a long drawn-out dawn where all I can see lies at...

Beth McDonough

      We observe this word, abscission turn fashionable, hang in air. Once botanists’ part-property, at least cased in scientific sights; now – in this most now of times – it’s ours. Perhaps this year holds terms longer, closer than is usual. Leaves in...

Andrew Turner

    While the rope creaks The tall red haired girl recollects that she has balanced on the frayed tips of forests the mutant skins of rivers the sawn edges of seas that her precarious symmetry has taken her along the uncertain beam of the world but now she...

Skendha Singh

      Dear - or, maybe not dear. Or dear, as addressed to an editor, an employer, a stranger one has business with. But, not a stranger, intimate - like an ex, but not estranged, close as a friend, watchful like a long-nosed neighbour. You are too heavy...

Haibun, Tanka, Haiku, & Haiga

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

Three haiku by Bill Cooper

the hoe at restearthwormschurn# # # # # sideways beneathan arch of sea oatsfiddler crab# # # # # summer duskabove the coffee bargebassoon notes* Bill Cooper is the Distinguished University Professor & President Emeritus, University of Richmond, Virginia

Two new haiku by Heather Ann Schmidt

Snow covered maple –my mother's bones wrapped aroundour long goodbye.# # # # #Summer stars –my children connecting shapeswith their fingers.* Heather Ann Schmidt received her MFA in Poetry from National  University. She teaches writing at Oakland Community...

Four haiku by Dan Bowan

Open fires burnOutside homes, whileChildren favour disquiet over sleep. 5 o’clock darkness reminds the shopkeeper –Run from the evening dogs,Or fall with your brothers by the wayside.  Oak trees shed faithfullyYear upon year. Sorrowful eyes looking...

12 Days of Christmas

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

The Twelfth Day of Christmas: Carole Bromley

    If I’d been Santa Claus If I’d been Santa Claus I wouldn’t have lived in a semi in a place in North Yorkshire; I’d have set sail from my fur-lined igloo once a year over the whole sleeping world.   I’d have grown a wonderful beard, slopped about in...

The Eleventh Day of Christmas: Agnes Lehoczky

      from Siula Grande    White night 1   The forecast is for newer snowfalls. For another fading face, another forest to be erased with transparent ink from the landscape and then forgotten. The last thing you would want is to freeze thirty thousand...

The Tenth Day of Christmas: Sarah Bower

    An Epiphany   ‘I can’t help you,’ says the guy on the desk. ‘Look at this place. The Israelis bomb it and then they drive tanks over the rubble, How would I notice one more lump of concrete among all the rest?’ ‘Not concrete,’ mumbles Caspar. It’s the...

The Ninth Day of Christmas: Paul Sands, James Naiden

Many A Hog   this twenty twelve has not ended quietly see dandelions of every hue roar its surrender and lanterns of hope carry prayers to their oblivion while ill attired and worse tempered the Wife Beaters consorts surge clanging and clattering through a wide...

The Eighth Day of Christmas: John Regan

    Song   This evening’s clouds capture The private imperative of prayer. The impossible confluence Of sky, water in air.   There is something in them of us- Our bending toward silent speech. Bearing at an event horizon, To each, an ever-escaping...

The Seventh Day of Christmas: Adam Warne, Zelda Chappel

    A Christmas Carol From Ovid He dumped her by text. She sat outside Costa and read the message: “i don't think we should see each other anymore” What a dick. She wasn't going to let him make her cry. She started to cry.   As she cried the tears...

Words & Images

Words with images previously published on the website.

Rula Jones has a diary of a product

Diary of a ProductThey gave me a name And I felt myself become the name.  Proud of my logo, I Was eager to leave the production line,Impatiently waiting my turn in acquisition. The line workers said not to hurry, That I had time, but I was too Animated.  At...

New animation: Ninas Blues by Cornelius Eady

Here's a new animated poem – Nina's Blues – written and read by Cornelius Eady. It is part of the Poetry Everywhere initiative, produced by the Poetry Foundation in association with docUWM at the University of Wisconsin-Milwaukee. The animation by Ryan...

New animation: Space Bar by Heather McHugh

Here's a new animated poem – Space Bar – read by Heather McHugh. It is part of the Poetry Everywhere initiative, produced by the Poetry Foundation in association with docUWM at the University of Wisconsin-Milwaukee. The animation by Braulio Garcia.

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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