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.

Elizabeth Rimmer

      On the Calendar The last job of the fading year is transferring the important dates of birthdays and anniversaries, policy renewals, the prompts to ‘save the day’, the cards to...

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David Calcutt

      I Praise the Spider I At the web’s dead centre, a thumbprint smudge in your secret heaven tucked beneath an overhang of leaves and hung about with jewels and corpses baby-faced...

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Nell Prince

      Thunder Under London It was there a silver stratocaster making no sound the air had a bleak purr I picked up the neck and plucked a shape Oh blare!  the ringing sweet of that...

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James Dixon

      The late blackberries The late blackberries come ripe this year, bursting little beasties slick with the devil’s spit. We come home gorse pricked and spittle flicked and happy...

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Jonathan Chant

      Bringing It All Back Home To leave one’s notebook in plain view signals some kind of declaration, a piece of the secret realm rendered visible. I sit in my dressing gown,...

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Sue Wallace-Shaddad

      As Safe as Houses Cracks are first to appear, then walls burst their seams. Windows rattle out of frames, the roof lifting its lid to the sky. A rumbling boom hurtles down the...

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Sam Hickford

      A Burial Corridor "Surely what is needed now is a grand strategic vision for green burial places to reclaim our cities with urban and peri-urban woods and forests and for it to...

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Ian Heffernan

      The Running Club This morning not their normal urban route: The busy paths beside dual carriageways, The quiet in the longer avenues, The brief, ill-thought-out streets where...

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Poetry Picks

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

Helen Calcutt

      A conversation with my daughter about my brother’s suicide She is awake. The moon is bright and the clouds have parted. The trees are painted trees, living a still life. She tells me my brother is in the moon. I’ve bathed her, given her milk and...

Jacob Silkstone

      Night Train It seems so long ago, now, that I took the night train across the border aware only of the fury to flee anywhere, the numb indifference towards the destination. Does it matter to you where I started from? Since then, every journey has...

Sharon Phillips

     : Something’s wrong This is how it will start: from the other side of a room you’ll hear your mum talk, loud but so fast you won’t be able to follow and she will see you’re looking so she’ll come over and pull you aside. Listen to me, she will say,...

Linda Rose Parkes

      A True Version honest to god i can’t bear to look at myself in the mirror i stalk her she’s my new poem in her fitted coat and high heels on the number 10 bus         put bars on the lines last night i told him Megan’s seeing a married guy in the...

Rachel Burns

      Truth The defendant’s elderly mother tells you she can’t hear very well. You listen to the graphic descriptions of the child images her son viewed on his computer like a punch in the stomach. You have children, you are a mother. His mother’s face...

Haibun, Tanka, Haiku, & Haiga

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

Carolyn Martin

    * late autumn places a universe in my hands a cup of hot tea * last night’s brown-crisped leaves scudding down the cul-de-sac autumn’s dry rain stick * the right to silence after hectic winds disrupt the first daffodils * through a telescope the ragged...

Sonam Chhoki

      spring notes   first thaw dwarf rhododendrons colour the slope    * spring offering the path to the shrine covered in primulas    * the sky’s scarlet rim as if someone ordered it lights up the pines    * gun metal sky the...

Christine Taylor

      * fledglings leaving a robin’s nest broken * his car peals out of the driveway shattered ice * a frenzy of finches at the feeder: disquiet, here * prayers on her pearl rosary a frayed noose * a lone hummingbird at the feeder suddenly spring  ...

Patrick Deeley

    North Mayo Haiku     Our latest clearing – Nephin keeping its distance travels with us still.   Wild roses, raindrops; the stone quarry stands open to blossom and fall.   A ditched toilet bowl, a streamlet flowing through it high on...

David He

  * the winter sun warms her bedclothes – open window * rustling leaves in the bare forest ... unwanted girl * snowflakes... ducklings quack about the lake * a crow's feather turned over by the wind night glow * twilight settles on the frozen river her departing...

Ann Christine Tabaka

* critters scurry preparing for winter a nut cracks my skull * shadows deepen as autumn nears time to close the door * a rainy day falls from the sky barefooting it       Ann Christine Tabaka lives in Delaware.  She is a published poet and artist....

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.

Cherry Doyle

      Fox-wife When I told you I'd trick the moon right out of the sky and into your wine, your eyes said I couldn't be trusted; you knew my kind that come on the breeze, under the crow's wing, when hope needs us the most. My hands are rugged, eyes sag...

Lucy Hamilton

      Molasses & Snow In spite of the art class On Desecration I cannot vandalize but cut out a copied inscription A une ex-Canadienne to paste above my mother’s face & shoulders which rest on a plinth of text highlighted yellow|Such a surprise...

David Felix

  David Felix is an English visual poet who lives in Denmark. He comes from a family of artists, magicians and tailors and was raised on oil paint, sleight of hand and Singer sewing machines.   At some point during the last century, You can see more of his work...

Tony Rickaby

      Tony Rickaby’s current practice reflects on walks around South London, where he lives. Recently he has written for Litro Magazine, Stepaway Magazine, ken*again, experiential-experimental-literature, Sugar Mule, The Whistling Fire and Fox Chase...

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.