Ink Sweat and Tears | The poetry and prose webzine

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Featured Poetry/Prose of the Day

Mary Mulholland

by Zakia Carpenter-Hall | April 25, 2026 | Featured, Poetry | 0 Comments

It doesn’t trust paper. It writes itself
in my head where no one can reach it,
laugh, tear it to shreds, or
call it a waste of space, a disgrace.

Afolabi Ezra

by Zakia Carpenter-Hall | April 24, 2026 | Featured, Poetry | 0 Comments

It was a quiet day—
no bad news,
no sudden loss,
no reason to hold my breath.

Karina Jutzi

by Zakia Carpenter-Hall | April 23, 2026 | Featured, Poetry | 0 Comments

I think today of the boy in choir class
who closed his eyes when we sang
about Jesus. Who swayed, as if the Lord

Isabelle Thompson

by Zakia Carpenter-Hall | April 22, 2026 | Featured, Poetry | 0 Comments

We saw a kingfisher threading the bright needle
of his body along the river. We saw a shag, stamping
her prehistoric shadow on the sky. We saw a hobby,

Roger Robinson

by Zakia Carpenter-Hall | April 21, 2026 | Featured, Haibun, Tanka, Haiku & Haiga, Poetry | 0 Comments

We walk from cane fields,
cotton in our nightshirts, sweet

Clubbersize At ten am, kids safely dropped off at school, we swarm to the club, slurp into neon Lycra, elbow our torsos through womb-tight tops, fold tums and pull bums into leggings that squish like a grope in the dark. As studio lights dim, we...

Salma Abdulatif

by Desree | Dec 12, 2021

Affirmations I am healing. I am the cumin seeds. I am loving again. I am cardamom. I am breaking generational curses. I am black pepper. I am prosperous. I am salt. I am wealthy. I am the simsim seeds. I am beautiful. I am sugar. I am reclaiming myself. I am...

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Recent Prose

Layla Sabourian

We were happy people once. Not naïve, just animated, social, alive. We gathered constantly. We danced at weddings, at birthdays, at no occasion at all.

Joel Shelley

Dr Summers presses the ignition and the machine whirs to life.

Surmaya Talyarkhan

I first heard of aphantasia in a writing workshop – a poet told us she didn’t see visual images in her head. I had always thought everyone didn’t.

Louella Lester

When Mom flew off with the Canada geese you made me promise that we would never leave one another.

Jo Bardsley

The little piece of newspaper, crisp and dark with age, flutters out of the gritty space between the fridge and the cabinet. I am cleaning the house while my wife is at school and at first I don’t understand.

Roger Robinson

We walk from cane fields,
cotton in our nightshirts, sweet

Wayne F. Burke

faces on a school bus:
petals of flowers
unopened

Debbie Strange

midnight sun
a polar bear’s breath
catches fire

Debbie Strange

winterberry
the first holiday
alone

On the Fifth Day of Christmas we bring you John Greening, Finola Scott, Philip Dunkerley

today, Christmas Eve,
my granddaughter visiting
her bright eyes – her faith

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Featured Poetry/Prose of the Day

Mary Mulholland

by Zakia Carpenter-Hall | April 25, 2026 | Featured, Poetry | 0 Comments

It doesn’t trust paper. It writes itself
in my head where no one can reach it,
laugh, tear it to shreds, or
call it a waste of space, a disgrace.

Afolabi Ezra

by Zakia Carpenter-Hall | April 24, 2026 | Featured, Poetry | 0 Comments

It was a quiet day—
no bad news,
no sudden loss,
no reason to hold my breath.

Karina Jutzi

by Zakia Carpenter-Hall | April 23, 2026 | Featured, Poetry | 0 Comments

I think today of the boy in choir class
who closed his eyes when we sang
about Jesus. Who swayed, as if the Lord

Isabelle Thompson

by Zakia Carpenter-Hall | April 22, 2026 | Featured, Poetry | 0 Comments

We saw a kingfisher threading the bright needle
of his body along the river. We saw a shag, stamping
her prehistoric shadow on the sky. We saw a hobby,

Roger Robinson

by Zakia Carpenter-Hall | April 21, 2026 | Featured, Haibun, Tanka, Haiku & Haiga, Poetry | 0 Comments

We walk from cane fields,
cotton in our nightshirts, sweet

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Previously featured

Mims Sully

by Desree | Dec 13, 2021

Salma Abdulatif

by Desree | Dec 12, 2021

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Recent Prose

Layla Sabourian

We were happy people once. Not naïve, just animated, social, alive. We gathered constantly. We danced at weddings, at birthdays, at no occasion at all.