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
Oormila Vijayakrishnan Prahlad
A lacquer table, gloss under fingertips. A raised stage with dark linen. A young woman smiles with her hand-held harp, its nine strings glistening. The room swells with the cadence of her pearly notes. Beneath the pendant lights—a vision of serenity.
Pratibha Castle
Conscience
as taught her by the nuns was a bridle
on a young girl’s tongue
Recent Prose
Recent Haiku
News
Remembering Charles Christian, Founder of Ink Sweat & Tears
The sad news has just reached us of the sudden passing of Charles Christian, IS&T’s founder,...
Word & Image
M.P. Pratheesh
seven ages perched the birds M.P. Pratheesh ( born 1987) is a poet and artist from Kerala,...
Filmpoems
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...
Featured Poetry/Prose of the Day
News
Remembering Charles Christian, Founder of Ink Sweat & Tears
The sad news has just reached us of the sudden passing of Charles Christian, IS&T’s founder,...
Word & Image
M.P. Pratheesh
seven ages perched the birds M.P. Pratheesh ( born 1987) is a poet and artist from Kerala,...
Filmpoems
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...
Previously featured
Oormila Vijayakrishnan Prahlad
A lacquer table, gloss under fingertips. A raised stage with dark linen. A young woman smiles with her hand-held harp, its nine strings glistening. The room swells with the cadence of her pearly notes. Beneath the pendant lights—a vision of serenity.
Pratibha Castle
Conscience
as taught her by the nuns was a bridle
on a young girl’s tongue
Recent Prose
Recent Haiku
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