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Poem of the Week | After All by Hiram Larew
After All by Hiram Larew For some reason you think in a different way as soon as you go outside. It doesn’t make any difference if you’re in the city or far up in the hills. It doesn’t matter if there is time or not or if it’s spring…
Poem of the Week | Two Poems By Siobhan MacMahon
Mapping a New Reality By Siobhan MacMahon When all the old paths have been concreted over, the way forgotten, when words shape-shift beneath your feet, spelling another reality, when you don’t know what to pray for…
Poem of the Week | Let us go then, you and I by Bernadette Gallagher
Let us go then, you and I By Bernadette Gallagher to look at a spider’s web in the fog of a spring morning to see a cat’s tail shoot up as you approach to see the sun lift the mist from the valley to hear a letter drop through the…
Poem of the Week | Two Poems by Eyiamoni Apeji
I think you an Ira By Eyiamoni Apeji Today, I think you an Ira, with curly hair and giant palms I think you tall and funny and full of warmth I think you happier than most with purpose without ghosts…
Poetry Call for Submissions | Poem of the Week
Submission window now closed. HeadStuff is currently busy choosing the next batch of poems for our Poem of the Week series. Please check back again soon for upcoming submission opportunities. What are we looking for? At HeadStuff we seek…
Poem of the Week | Two Lines Meet by Sageanne Senneff
Two Lines Meet By Sageanne Senneff triangular patterns form on your hands kaleidoscoping under the light from the window another tock sounds from the wall draped in dust sun breaks through the glass harmonising with the…
Poem of the Week | Two Poems by David Morris
A Breaststroke Through Amber by David Morris The clock won't keep its hands behind glass. Alarms in rank ready to run the meter. Water summons sleep; has it scatter on tile. The duvet a ghost blanket. The city dozing after a…
Poem of the Week | Maw by Sadhbh Goodwin
Maw by Sadhbh Goodwin Pull out the tooth, Excalibur from the gum, feel the wriggle and rattle and eventual give since of course! You are the Chosen One, the Arthur of your own insignificant epoch. Nurture this milky relic for it is…
Poem of the Week | A Plant’s Roots by Jessica Militante
A Plant’s Roots by Jessica Militante It gives me hope That a plant’s roots hear the rush of water In nearby pipes They grow towards it Pushing through dirt compacted with doubt Skirting past rocks placed to deter Until…
Poem of the Week | Girl Frost and Nimbus by Jade Riordan
Girl Frost by Jade Riordan Imagine an autumn view: I sit near the gauzy, sun- chilled curtains, exhaling clouds past the thin fabric. Miniature nimbostrati cling to the blinds’ slats and afternoon- condense on the window. I…