Headstuff Poem of the Week

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Voices By Máire Morrissey After the storm there is a stillness, it descends like a soft drizzle to bless the morning. Down by the cove, the gulls gather  to bathe in rain filled rock pools. Great…

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…

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…

Eritrea The engine stops. Water the only sound Lapping against the wooden hull. Wrapped in the autumn night some squint For the shore, for the light of Europe. Below deck, those in crowded sleep bob With the tide like hope bobs in…