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
Ruth Lexton
The new year slouches forward, unlovable,
barely acknowledged but for tired, gritty eyes
and a muffled scream into the kitchen towel.
Claire Booker
Never has there been so much interest
in the humble tongue. It peek-a-boos from my mouth
like the little man in a weather clock.
Recent Prose
Recent Haiku
News
‘The Gods Are Addicts’ by Topher Allen is the IS&T Pick of the Month for May 2022. Read & hear it here!
Creative thinking outside the box ...describes perfectly the effect that Topher Allen’s ‘The Gods Are Addicts’ had on...
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
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Featured Poetry/Prose of the Day
News
‘The Gods Are Addicts’ by Topher Allen is the IS&T Pick of the Month for May 2022. Read & hear it here!
Creative thinking outside the box ...describes perfectly the effect that Topher Allen’s ‘The Gods Are Addicts’ had on...
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
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Previously featured
Ruth Lexton
The new year slouches forward, unlovable,
barely acknowledged but for tired, gritty eyes
and a muffled scream into the kitchen towel.
Claire Booker
Never has there been so much interest
in the humble tongue. It peek-a-boos from my mouth
like the little man in a weather clock.
Recent Prose
Recent Haiku
Picks of the Month
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