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...
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...
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...
Abegail Morley
End Forget you. The ash of bone. The uncradled heart, leaky valve long scorched. Forget the unthinking arm that fell on my shoulder, those times we crossed the M6 flyover and...
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...
Elisabeth Sennitt Clough
Ague When it comes, it will scratch away the surface of Fen, release the secrets of our soil. It will sing its lullaby over a girl’s bones at the bottom of a village well. Its tongue...
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,...
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...
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...
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...
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...
Helen Kay is the September 2019 Pick of the Month Poet with ‘NIMBY and the Supermoon 2018′
It was an extremely close run thing but 'NIMBY and the Supermoon 2018' by Helen Kay edged over the finish line to be our Pick of the Month for September 2019. This topical and emotive poem naturally gelled with voters' concerns over the environment, which thoughts are...
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.
On the Twelfth Day of Christmas, we bring you JS Watts, Kerry Darbishire and Nicky Phillips
White Blessings The moon looks down from her bed of winding sheets. Her glance is white, both a blessing and a curse. It howls of weddings and funerals, vast icy distances; impersonal, chillingly serene. Great snowfields reach up to...
On the Eleventh Day of Christmas, we bring you Ken Cockburn, David Van-Cauter and Bethany W Pope
Midwinter Wishes I wish you midwinter darkness the better to see the stars. I wish you midwinter silence the better to hear yourself think. I wish you a midwinter forest to lose your way in. I wish you a...
On the Tenth Day of Christmas, we bring you Sarah Watkinson, Ciarán Parkes and Fiona Cartwright
December Now the sun knocks off early, slinks away behind the garage. You go out to catch the last rays but he's gone so you head up the hill to the still-sunlit top, the cart track all mud and stones, and watch...
On the Ninth Day of Christmas, we bring you Reuben Woolley, Debbie Strange, Luigi Coppola
another blue requiem see this she says my autonomous shadows dancing distant from any sun i know / a different step & still december are lights in all these histories & children grow old & die...
On the Eighth Day of Christmas, we bring you Cherry Doyle, Julie Maclean and Edward Heathman
Snow Queen The snow's been drifting in her heart for years; her hair's the colour of flakes blooming on the dark road through the valley. She is the child of shepherds, and miners with slate-crag...
On the Seventh Day of Christmas, we bring you Claire Crowther, Sue Finch, Sue Wallace-Shaddad
Christmas Party Falling or rising, staring at my feet, being so close to the person who shares the lift – not wanting to see whose foot fixes against mine, who stops. Look at me, girl, when I’m talking to you. An address to...
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...
Word & Image by Helen Pletts and Romit Berger
Words by Helen Pletts (www.helenpletts.com ) whose two collections, Bottle bank and For the chiding dove, are both published by YWO/Legend Press (supported by The Arts Council) and available on Amazon. ‘Bottle bank’ was...
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...
Words by Reuben Woolley, Image by Sonja Benskin Mesher
Reuben Woolley has been published in Tears in the Fence, The Lighthouse Literary Journal, The Interpreter's House and Ink Sweat and Tears among others. A collection, the king is dead, 2014, Oneiros Books. A chapbook, dying notes, 2015, Erbacce Press. Runner-up:...
Blogs and news
Blogs and archived news from 2007 to 2020.
Myra Schneider On Grenfell
IF Grenfell Tower a Year On If trying to keep your head, you raced towards the pillar of...
Poems from Kate Edwards, Ali Whitelock and Jane Wilkinson are the IS&T Entries for the 2018 Forward Prize for Best Single Poem.
Revisit the poems below or go to www.inksweatandtears.co.uk/pages/?cat=85. Good luck to all!
Longlist Announced for IS&T/Café Writers Pamphlet Commission Competition
After nearly two months of deliberation and consideration we are pleased to announce the longlist for the Ink Sweat...
Reviews
Archived reviews from 2007 to 2020.
Melissa Todd reviews ‘In My Arms’ by Setareh Ebrahimi
Setareh Ebrahimi is the most sensual of writers. To enter her world is to navigate a region of...
Jane Frances Dunlop on ‘Bad Boy Poet’ by Scott Manley Hadley
“the ideal reader is one who is in love with the writer” Chris Kraus, I Love Dick the first time I read...
Chris Hardy reviews ‘Patina’ by Kavita A. Jindal
‘It was just lying here the poem, the dream by the window sill’ These verses, from ‘After The...
Interviews
Archived interviews from 2007 to 2020.
A poem and an interview with Eleanor Stewart, the 2011 recipient of the new Ink Sweat & Tears Poetry Writing Scholarship at the University of East Anglia.
By The Icarian Sea It was a good orange, firm but with a spring to it. Shepherd cast a glance towards his sheep...
What makes writers tick – Andrew Greig answers IS&T's questions
In this series Ink Sweat & Tears talks to practicing writers about their process.1. Where do you...
What makes writers tick – Angela France answers IS&T’s questions
In this series Ink Sweat & Tears talks to practicing writers about their process. Nine QuestionsIn this new series...