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
Mai Ishikawa
Taxi I took shelter under a tree, where you also sheltered. You looked at me awkwardly, as if to say Excuse me before shaking your feathers – a tiny droplet landed on my cheek. Suspended, we held each other responsible for the silence. We listened to the...
Lue Mac
Sad how things expire before you work out
what they mean. Like earlier I was noticing
the rose petals on the path, all damp and slick,
Recent Prose
Recent Haiku
News
Introducing ‘In Praise of’ and some basic guidelines for reviewing
Publisher's note: Leah’s thoughtful words have inspired IS&T to designate many of our reviews as ‘In Praise of’...
Word & Image
For our 12 days of Christmas feature we bring you Word & Image from Helen Pletts & Romit Berger.
my father wears a yellow mask my father wears a yellow mask leans into the wooden staff —a farmer’s gift from...
Filmpoems
The Wood Conductor by Marc Woodward
The Wood Conductor by Marc Woodward There was no sign of a woodcutter in the tin shack raised from the...
Featured Poetry/Prose of the Day
News
Introducing ‘In Praise of’ and some basic guidelines for reviewing
Publisher's note: Leah’s thoughtful words have inspired IS&T to designate many of our reviews as ‘In Praise of’...
Word & Image
For our 12 days of Christmas feature we bring you Word & Image from Helen Pletts & Romit Berger.
my father wears a yellow mask my father wears a yellow mask leans into the wooden staff —a farmer’s gift from...
Filmpoems
The Wood Conductor by Marc Woodward
The Wood Conductor by Marc Woodward There was no sign of a woodcutter in the tin shack raised from the...
Previously featured
Mai Ishikawa
Taxi I took shelter under a tree, where you also sheltered. You looked at me awkwardly, as if to say Excuse me before shaking your feathers – a tiny droplet landed on my cheek. Suspended, we held each other responsible for the silence. We listened to the...
Lue Mac
Sad how things expire before you work out
what they mean. Like earlier I was noticing
the rose petals on the path, all damp and slick,
Recent Prose
Recent Haiku
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