One of the more fascinating aspects of the poetry scene – and one of the original motivations for setting up Ink Sweat & Tears in the first place – is that hazy borderline between poetry and...

March Train Journey, Norfolk   Some daffodils left looking at each other. A grouse, sidling along trying to avoid its destiny, overdressed in the fields with the amazing white collar and the...

Earlier this week there was a documentary shown on UK TV about King Edward VII. By coincidence, regular IS&T contributor Geoff Stevens has submitted a poem inspired by one King Edward's more...

Hina MatsuriThe morning after the festival,a sigh stole through the alcovewhere the doll altar stood.In the pavilion, the tiny lordbowed his head, a fist curled at his side,a hand upon his...

In the spin Mavis was locked in her flat again. She was not a trafficked woman, nor was she the partner of a manipulative and cruel significant other.She could have left the flat without even using...

The Bull on the Bowling GreenWe carried the bull’s head all summerlike a standard. That brute weight of clay,rough-rendered though stout-horned - I’d worked after Picasso in art class.The end of...

Liberated Fruit In the supermarket, the little watermelon cubes sat, docile, next to the plastic containers housing honeydew melon cubes, doing time in their own small square sections. Like...

Time traveller The girl on the underground is a sartorial time traveller.Navy high waisted pencil skirt tightens over her ripenedbottom, blue pinstripe shirt, demurely buttoned up to thecollar,...

  ItWhat have I lost?  I cannot now remember.I frown at the roads’ dazzle, count to three.Something I meant to do?  Something that slippedout of my mind’s grip, a cool cup from...

Two poems by Martin Figura – both come from his upcoming Arrowhead collection Whistle...Mother As its representative on earth she setsthe lemon meringue onto the cloth -its perfect roundness...