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Celestine Stilwell

    Little boy dream  My brother used to burn ants with a magnifying glass. I blamed the sun for tempting his half-talking, grazed knees to kneel on hot tarmac. He’d run his pink-licked fingers through the slab’s trenches, collecting worm eggs beneath...

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Out On The World by Catriona Knapman

  Out On The World by Catriona Knapman Out on the world, out on the gentle crater edge there is a journey made by the curious, escaping the easily convinced. Out on the world, each station is a sort of progress, a sort of regression, each traveller carrying a...

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Jenny Robb

    Shap Fell In the murk of evening and car-heater fug, a thud. My five-year-old head hits the roof. The sheep is not quite dead. Bloodied on the top of Shap Fell her breath disappears into mist. No cars pass. I pray to see the sheep haul up onto matchstick...

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Ben Hartridge

    Spring Song I remember spring and everything a freshly washed clean smell of green. A newborn kind of rain left the parked cars shining like a passed shower. I remember cycling, the tarmac deep black and streaming, past the shoppers queueing the high...

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Molly Beale

    Wanting Joy Glory be to the changeable wretch I am       condemned to dance within. Spirits thumb a ride       surging synapse and hurling ourselves in directionless tangles. Joy is hard. Joy must. I seek sepulchred secret caves inside guts where sin...

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IS&T on Instagram Live with Gail McConnell.

Ink Sweat & Tears is testing the waters of Instagram live.  Join us Wednesday 7th April at 5pm on @insta.inksweatandtears to watch editing intern Memoona Zahid talk to poet Gail McConnell about her IS&T Press Michael Marks Shortlisted pamphlet Fothermather as...

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Cai Draper

    The Way I Grace the Passes with Jason as my witness Christmas day’s a thieving twice. once my time & next my wishlist: Wustof, steel, all six inches. that’s never him pinching our wages. Jesus! proprietor full of food & promises. can I get more...

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Sepia Progressions of Form by Allison Palmer

  Sepia Progressions of Form More than a few things had withered and died in the sunlight of the patio. At first nourished by heat, and then entirely undone by its persistence, leaves dried into their own kind of oblivion. So, their time of beauty was done....

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Prerana Kumar

    LAZY ABECEDARIAN FOR SUMMER MORNING PRESERVE ROUTINE A pile of kitchen-stove kindling twists Braids with achamma’s kuttichattan hair ribbon Creasing her fingers when she crushes a twig Dew-dropping her brew for new mothers in Early morning rose-light we...

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Maddy Kinkead

    spiralling during Planet Earth Attenborough’s voice echoes in my head (like God) He says that we need to act now (draws us all in with baby orangutans and birds that look like aliens.) Because otherwise, no one cares. Does he know that? Current levels of...

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Fred Melnyczuk

    Mountain in Winter White ground, and white sky / / / And white trees, and white light. Hiking along the path of a mountain’s ridge. . . Twisted branches hang like misshapen cages; bird-prisoners sing their little laments inside / / / And it is so cold....

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C.P. Nield

    Intruder A rattle spikes through my ear. Tin, tin, tin. Tintinnabulation. Fingers seeking their way in – sneaking, screaking fingers, scratching at the metal, scrambling for the bolt. Ding dong. What a racket! Tin, tin, tin. I’m on the sofa blinking at...

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Kitty Donnelly

    High An arctic tern will fly 10,000 miles to flourish in two summers worth of light; so I was high after he died, chasing sun on the wing, though directionless. I swallowed three green capsules every night, peristalsis pulsing them through my scorched...

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Oliver Sedano-Jones

    We Secretly Hate You Here's our booth, come sit with us for a second. Come share this necklace with us. The vibrations here are excellent all night. Have you read Mira Kirshenbaum? That's okay. Have a sniff of this. It's meant to hurt a little. Listen:...

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Kat Payne Ware

    A NOTE ON PINK These things are pink: tongue; blush; intestine. Candyfloss. Ham. Flamingo. This much we know. The lotus flower is an excellent example of pink. The pink grapefruit is internally pink, but externally a warm peach. A sunrise is sometimes...

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Rowena Joy Newman

    winter monsoon, Bangkok, 2020 in Bangkok students amass asking after the disappeared in the shade of a banyan tree cut in half, in a diary twisting sugar with ink a seer wonders how to speak of what she has embroidered of a night world of frangipani...

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Dean Atta on World Poetry Day

      Beachcombing at Night I find a broken compass behind his right ear, two Euros behind his left, bent spoons in each armpit, AA batteries behind both of his knees. He hands me a torch, nothing happens when I flick the switch. ‘Ah!’ I swap the...

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I dream of the sea by Josephine Corcoran

  I dream of the sea by Josephine Corcoran Spring has come Wild fireworks of garlic Abundant as uncut grass Wildflowers enormous Inside In my small life I listen to rain Dream Of the sea   Original haiku by Yosa Buson: harusame ya koiso no kogai nururu hodo...

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Sally Festing

      Sunday Mornings You place the pieces on the table pendulum  rocker-arm  weights  escape wheel use a toothbrush      frisk the cogs There is a limit to tightening the time a risk of breaking The grandfather should not be tilted sideways  backwards ...

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