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.

Susan Taylor

      No One Expects Stars they're dead sharp like fossils or dance steps of snowdrops. Their chief weapon is surprise… lightness and surprise. Their two chief weapons are lightness,...

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Rachel Burns

      White Noise You are drunk singing downstairs and I’m reading a book by Deborah Levy in bed. I’m inspired, it makes me want to buy an electric bike and wish I had a friend who’d...

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Ian Seed

      Destination It was hot and dusty. I’d fallen asleep on the train and only woken up just in time to get off at the small country station, where I had to change trains. My...

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Diana Cant

      Bearing Gifts You visit us with gifts – whisky, a bottle of prosecco, flowers, bestowed with cheerful generosity; our horizons lengthen, you update us, upload us into modern...

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Gary Jude

      My glass-bottomed feet are happiest in water, especially the sea, and glow a deep aquarium blue. Little fish kiss the O of their open-mouthed reflections. On cold, clear nights...

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Clair Chilvers

      The book of death Each night I craft the perfect poem a device for sleep or when I wake in those dark hours to find the world a fearful place I think of rhymes and common...

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Scott Silsbe

      Red Lightning A sprawl of light takes over the night’s horizon. The authorities are quick to shoot down theories that it’s something otherworldly or problematic. There isn’t...

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Poetry Picks

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

Paul Grant

    There is something more Mostly now I want to Slit the throat Of every sunset Then stroke its cheap bleached hair And tell it Everything will be ok Sometimes This sadness is So sweet That all you can do Is smile As the tingle Moves all through you As you...

Jean Taylor

    The Shape of the Gap I give you the gap in my body shaped like a conference pear. You might keep it in a silver box or else in your anorak pocket wrapped in a man-sized tissue. The surgeon who gave me the gap said I was looking down both barrels of a...

Megan O’Reilly

      15th of April   Saturday morning, I watch condensation drip down the window and steam rise from the brim of a blue coffee cup. Today marks a year since your death and I still sit at this same window, sip from a cup you gave me two Christmases ago....

Steve Xerri

      Self portrait : diptych I It will do, the Polaroid's black- &-white : but a ground of sky-like azurite with aetatis suae XX lettered in gold would better suit this curly-head in starprint shirt, his life set permanently to May, cheek burnished...

Stefan Parker

    Inside Your heart is a foot pedal on an airbed pumping away, as I feel your first kick at this late hour. My hand on the hillock; a creeper on a gravid marble sphere. Can you hear my voice inside that colloidal world? Was that a punch against the dark...

Haibun, Tanka, Haiku, & Haiga

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

Three haikai for the weekend

Here are three haikai (two haiku and one tanka) from three separate writers... Gray Day   wet snowbird twitters watching as all turns to white hard to fly today   by Mike CarsonSardine crammed and waterlessfar from sea's gentle gulletmy metal...

Three haiku from Patsy Goodsir

Three new haiku + a photo from regular IS&T contributor Patsy Goodsir who is just back from a holiday on Lanzarote in the Canary Isles...MACHER SUNSET Charcoal mountains sleepburnished by a lipstick skythe kiss of angelsFAMARA BEACH Blonde streaked cheap...

New haiga by Stevie Strang

* Stevie Strang is a native Californian finally doing something with her photography and the million or so words that she has collected on bits of scrap paper ever since she learned how to write …not including grocery lists.

A haibun for January

Good Morning, rain is on its way. A funny weather pattern has taken shape on this last week of January. Temperatures above zero for a few days. Just like November.   February will bring something else. The fourteen day outlook calls for temperatures...

New haibun: his brain was lollygagging out

Brain Was Lollygagging OutIn her mind, the world exists for one reason: To be saved. “Eternal” is an intellectual concept with substance. She attaches it to two words: salvation or damnation. “Irrigation?” – her grandfather once asked after her attempt to “witness for...

12 Days of Christmas

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

The Third Day of Christmas

Worship The pilgrims watch us as we go about our work in the temple of shine. It is not yet the appointed hour and so they must wait in the greying snow and biting wind and, for now, but look in upon our preparations. You may think that cruel, that we are...

The Second Day of Christmas

Christmas DayBlackbirds here again,hopping across the lawn,signal that this isa day like any otherand all is right with the world –despite water,coming through the ceiling,and grandma directing my wife and daughter with her stick, with boxes to catch the drips.Back...

The First Day of Christmas

      Reunion ‘Let his path be covered all in red, so Justice can lead him back into his home’ Clytaemnestra I Welcome home, husband. At last. Observe, I spread this, a red carpet at your feet. Greet your pretty children. Walk with me and watch me work....

Words & Images

Words with images previously published on the website.

New podcast by Helen Pletts

Here's the first of our new podcast series. The poem is by regular IS&T contributor Helen Pletts and was recorded in the Czech Republic, where she now lives. So, well done Helen for not only coping with the recording technology – but managing it in Czech....

New podcast by Simone Mansell Broome

Here's our latest poetry podcast recording, courtesy of PoetCasting.co.uk. The poem – Of English Lawns & Bright Piazzas – is by Simone Mansell Broome. Simone read English at Sussex University and is now based in West Wales, living on a farm and running a...

New podcast by Steve Tasane

Here's our latest poetry podcast recording, courtesy of PoetCasting.co.uk. The poem – Wonderdog – is by Steve Tasane, a performance poet with a wide ranging repetoire. He has performed at the Glastonbury Festival Jazz Stage and The Barbican. He has also been...

New podcast by Simon Perril

Here's our latest poetry podcast recording, courtesy of PoetCasting.co.uk. The poem – Amplifier Worship – is by Simon Perril, a poet and collagist and lives in Oakham, Rutland. Poetry publications include Hearing is Itself a Kind of Singing (Salt 2004), New Tonal...

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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