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Featured Poetry/Prose of the Day
Previously featured
On the Fifth Day of Christmas we bring you John Greening, Finola Scott, Philip Dunkerley
today, Christmas Eve,
my granddaughter visiting
her bright eyes – her faith
On the Fourth Day of Christmas we bring you Adam Strickson, Rebecca Johnson Bista, Pat Edwards
Piero painted her in a week, after his mother died,
her azure gown split open like a ripe plum,
her posh girl fingers resting on the mystery,
all swollen belly and haloed radiance.
Recent Prose
Recent Haiku
News
‘A Cry’ by Mariam Saidan is the IS&T Pick of the Month for November 2025
‘I have lived this. I believe every woman from Iran who reads her words will feel every line of the poems she writes.’
Word & Image
Molly Knox
Ferns There was a cold winding music a frozen answer. I knelt under time’s branches. The year the ferns sang. The year...
Filmpoems
Sarah Raybould
dad would take us sledging on the hills behind our house,
we’d ride the sleeping-slopes of
/ round-back / giants,
flushed with fever-thrill and
when he capsized
we / lurched /
Featured Poetry/Prose of the Day
News
‘A Cry’ by Mariam Saidan is the IS&T Pick of the Month for November 2025
‘I have lived this. I believe every woman from Iran who reads her words will feel every line of the poems she writes.’
Word & Image
Molly Knox
Ferns There was a cold winding music a frozen answer. I knelt under time’s branches. The year the ferns sang. The year...
Filmpoems
Sarah Raybould
dad would take us sledging on the hills behind our house,
we’d ride the sleeping-slopes of
/ round-back / giants,
flushed with fever-thrill and
when he capsized
we / lurched /
Previously featured
On the Fifth Day of Christmas we bring you John Greening, Finola Scott, Philip Dunkerley
today, Christmas Eve,
my granddaughter visiting
her bright eyes – her faith
On the Fourth Day of Christmas we bring you Adam Strickson, Rebecca Johnson Bista, Pat Edwards
Piero painted her in a week, after his mother died,
her azure gown split open like a ripe plum,
her posh girl fingers resting on the mystery,
all swollen belly and haloed radiance.
Recent Prose
Recent Haiku
Picks of the Month
Read, and Hear, ‘sclerenchyma’ by John Bartlett – the IS&T Pick of the Month for August 2025!
‘Evocative, descriptive, challenging and uplifting’
‘The eloquence of phrase and sentiment and timing is brilliant.’
‘Reimagination of Gravity’ by Paul Chuks is July’s Pick of the Month! Read and Hear it Here.
This poem was as unexpected as a story plot! I loved it.
Wonderful way of observation
Rachael Clyne’s ‘Homeland’ is the June 2025 Pick of the Month! Read and hear it here.
‘Diaspora dialogue; the place and the displaced’
‘Thought provoking. A rich, reflective poem that carries itself well.’
‘The way the land responds to human tragedy’
Reviews
In Praise of… : Arup K. Chatterjee reviews ‘A Different Story’ by Amlanjyoti Goswami
A Different Story conjures a subject that resists acts of dumping trauma, instead alchemizing them into dry humor and decorous irreverence, sans complacency or arrogance
In Praise Of…: Fathima Zahra reviews ‘this too is a glistening’ by Pratyusha, Jessica J. Lee, Alycia Pirmohamed and Nina Mingya Powles
Moving between immersive and sensory details from their walks, swims and time together, the writing switches between present and past recollections.
In Praise Of…: Setareh Ebrahimi reviews ‘Where the Land Forgets Itself’ by Connor Sansby
Where the Land Forgets Itself is both humorous and subversive. It leaves the reader questioning: What is material? What is reality? It is a fundamental quizzing of everything where nothing is assumed but pain, and beauty.