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Featured Poetry/Prose of the Day
Previously featured
Mark Czanik
I loved the tales Luke told me of starving writers,
and the sacrifices they made following their hearts.
Philip K Dick eating dog food. Bukowski’s candy bars.
Oormila Vijayakrishnan Prahlad
I am born of the folk of the tropical coasts,
salt-rimmed hands my inheritance. I trace
the vestiges of webs between my fingers—
folds printed with the pearlescent stripes
Recent Prose
Recent Haiku
News
‘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.’
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
Lee Campbell
One day, one day
We will sit on that bench
under the lights
Overlooking the river
which you sweetly
think is the sea
Featured Poetry/Prose of the Day
News
‘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.’
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
Lee Campbell
One day, one day
We will sit on that bench
under the lights
Overlooking the river
which you sweetly
think is the sea
Previously featured
Mark Czanik
I loved the tales Luke told me of starving writers,
and the sacrifices they made following their hearts.
Philip K Dick eating dog food. Bukowski’s candy bars.
Oormila Vijayakrishnan Prahlad
I am born of the folk of the tropical coasts,
salt-rimmed hands my inheritance. I trace
the vestiges of webs between my fingers—
folds printed with the pearlescent stripes
Recent Prose
Recent Haiku
Picks of the Month
‘Something about this’ by Stephen Keeler is the Pick of the Month for November 2024. Read and hear it here!
I love how his poetry replicates the fragmentary and impressionistic nature of memory… and then there’s the heart-breaking ending.
Read and Hear ‘The Last Person on Earth’ by Carole Bromley: IS&T’s September 2024 Pick of the Month!
‘Excellent title, and it all comes together in those final lines. The smell of the aftershave that couldn’t be washed off…’
‘Abertawe’ by Andy Breckenridge is the IS&T Pick of the Month for August 2024. Read and hear it here.
‘flowing beautiful lines of emotion’
Reviews
In Praise Of…: Chaucer Cameron reviews ‘Love the Albatross’ by Deborah Harvey
Estrangement is a complex, brutal place, both to find yourself in and to inhabit. It’s also a dangerous place to write from, being fraught with exposure, stigma, judgment and misunderstanding; and...
In Praise of… David Pollard on ‘The Whole Island’ by Simon Maddrell
‘There are some diamonds that are mostly black because their unique crystalline structure absorbs most of the light. Change your perspective as you look at them and it seems that different parts flash with different qualities of light shrouded in shadows.
This pamphlet is a necklace made of such jewellery.’
In Praise of… Claire Dyer’s ‘The Adjustments’ by Vic Pickup
‘The poems within speak of multiple losses, grief – historic and new – and yet, the reader emerges from the pages with a fullness, a sense of calm completion – the sum of their own adjustments perhaps?’