Poem of the Week

On Being High By Alison McCrossan Where the hills rolled away into the horizon carrying my dreams since forever,  or when I was immortal, impervious to the catching up of time, each shape on the curve was a tree or a standing stone I…

January and Decay After ‘April and Silence’ by Tomas Tranströmer By Ruth Quinlan This dark month crouches by the compost bin, waiting to be thrown to the frozen heap. It is the tea-bag of stewed brew at the bottom of a cup, the…

Me Aul Flower By Sageanne Senneff water runs clean out of the can gently twisted the same way you pour each word out of me a bud of hope blooms from the water filling the earth with roots that finally have something to hold on to but there…

Transatlantic Love By Yasmina Silva https://soundcloud.com/user-773249019/transatlantic-love-story-by-yasmina-silva Submissions are open for all HeadStuff poetry categories, including Poem of The Week (Every Friday), Unbound (longer…

Green by Alison Driscoll Green is abandonment, the overgrown, the unattended The ivy asphyxiating pebble dashed walls Green men moonwalking at night, the green of isolation The green of bilateral fields waving us home, our gemstone…

July By Margarita Serafimova One morning when I was an object of desire by the gilded sea, the wind was making exquisite waves, and a man took a picture so as not to forget. The sunset was marching. It was slowly…

Some of the Things that Happen Around Us By Holly Day The violinist folds himself into his case, tucks his wings in carefully, folds his arms across his chest, sleeps. Beside his case is a smaller case, with a handle, and in it his violin…

The Particular Bearing of Cows’ Tails (Pour Pierre et Nic) by Chris Connolly The rain (I am sorry to bring it up) falls like shivers down spines kamikaze attackers against rattling glass. It will be the opening topic of conversation…

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To Syrian Children You all are culpable— for wending your way to schools for going to hospitals, for playing in open spaces and for keeping at your dreams within a country in rags. Yes, you never knew that you would be going down with a…