Ink Sweat & Tears is a UK based webzine which publishes and reviews poetry, prose, prose-poetry, word & image pieces and everything in between. Our tastes are eclectic and magpie-like and we aim to publish something new every day.
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Featured Poetry/Prose of the Day
Previously featured
Sally Jenkins
Funny how Year 8 is doing bones
now, of all the weeks. In the prep room
we strip flesh off chicken wings
Chris Hardy
Memento Vivere We lived here once. The rain we heard fell everywhere. Silence except the wind across the ground. It’s best to keep quiet. Words are like dead seeds, they vanish when they’re said. * New Year’s Eve without stars or...
Recent Prose
Recent Haiku
News
‘Patterned with cows’ by Jackson is IS&T’s May 2026 Pick of the Month. Read and hear it here!
‘The mixture of love, longing, nostalgia and its undercurrent of exasperation perfectly sums up the emotions involved in dealing with the loss and attendant tasks and duties when our parents die.’
Word & Image
Sabine Wilson-Patrick
hi mum im good mum how are you good good yeah
im okay yes im fine you yes I wrote my essay I got a first
I want to go home 1000 pounds yes of flesh dry cracked
Filmpoems
Panya Banjoko
She had seen more of the world
than there was left to see
and now the world saw her as old.
Featured Poetry/Prose of the Day
News
‘Patterned with cows’ by Jackson is IS&T’s May 2026 Pick of the Month. Read and hear it here!
‘The mixture of love, longing, nostalgia and its undercurrent of exasperation perfectly sums up the emotions involved in dealing with the loss and attendant tasks and duties when our parents die.’
Word & Image
Sabine Wilson-Patrick
hi mum im good mum how are you good good yeah
im okay yes im fine you yes I wrote my essay I got a first
I want to go home 1000 pounds yes of flesh dry cracked
Filmpoems
Panya Banjoko
She had seen more of the world
than there was left to see
and now the world saw her as old.
Previously featured
Sally Jenkins
Funny how Year 8 is doing bones
now, of all the weeks. In the prep room
we strip flesh off chicken wings
Chris Hardy
Memento Vivere We lived here once. The rain we heard fell everywhere. Silence except the wind across the ground. It’s best to keep quiet. Words are like dead seeds, they vanish when they’re said. * New Year’s Eve without stars or...
Recent Prose
Recent Haiku
Picks of the Month
‘Love Song for Snow’ By Michelle Diaz is the IS&T Pick of the Month for December 2025. With Audio!
I love the whimsical way this develops like a slowly falling snowflake
The snow is always real, tangible, down to the pleasure of making a snow angel and the numbness of hands; the sense of personal loss runs like a watermark through it; and the grief we are beginning to feel for a planet we are overheating haunts us with its presence too.
‘A Cry’ by Mariam Saidan is the IS&T Pick of the Month for November 2025. Read and Hear It Here!
‘I have lived this. I believe every woman from Iran who reads her words will feel every line of the poems she writes.’
‘A cry that defies repression and a spirit that refuses to be silenced.’
‘Pivotal’ by Tadhg Carey is the October 2025 Pick of the Month. Congratulations! Revisit the Poem and Hear it Read Here.
‘Beautiful, subtle merging of that moment of sporting destiny and the creative process’
‘This poem captures the momentum of sport, the exhilaration and tension, whilst also almost imperceptibly focuses our attention on the mechanics of writing poetry.’
Reviews
Jessica Mookherjee reviews ‘Grey Time’ by Julia Webb
Julia Webb’s Grey Time, her fourth collection with Nine Arches Press, insists on the full weather of grief.
Zain Rishi on Meredith MacLeod Davidson
From the opening poem of Meredith MacLeod Davidson’s transpiration, we find ourselves in a landscape haunted by cycles of loss. ‘Anchorless / a boat bangs against sea-weathered pylons,’ and this same lack of purpose and the inevitably of decay is infused throughout the imagery of “Deltaville”.
Shannon Clinton-Copeland on Lewis Buxton
“Every poem in Mate Arias is a supporting column in the architecture of a tenderly rendered pantheon to friendship and the myriad forms of platonic love, particularly between men. The pamphlet is made up of twenty-three sonnets, each a vignette of affection, contemplation and memory.”