Literature

One minute, a docile troop, next a scrap, then the fury of a roused mob, breaking off into different grudges, many blows, many scratches. Then the silverback works his way to the center, pulls the shrieking pugilists…

Living Water is the debut collection from Bernie Crawford. The collection is laid out in three sections, and negotiates themes of womanhood, memory and mortality. Crawford’s time spent living and working in Lesotho, Zambia and Tanzania…

After a brief hiatus, HeadStuff Poetry is back! Our submission window is now open for our Poem of the Week Spring/Summer Series 2022, and we want to hear from you. Submissions are open until March 31st 2022. What are we looking for? …

I spoke with Kevin C. Olohan during the week, host of Fireside, the Irish storytelling podcast. Kevin’s collection Gardensea is available now (here). Not even the wild winds of storm Barra could stop us talking about the force of nature…

58% Cabbage, a humour fiction novel from Karl MacDermott about a ‘sit-down nobody who tries stand-up comedy’ has just being released. Last week HeadStuff sat down remotely and talked to Karl about the process of writing, stand-up…

Mark Mordue’s book is a bold and searching account of Nick Cave’s early years, revealing the genesis of the artist he would become. We all think we know Nick Cave, the slinky vampire, ex-junkie, antipodean raised on American gothic…

It started in Hospital: My Writing Life Francesco Pacifico, a novelist based in Rome, wrote Coronavirus Dispatches for the New York literary magazine, n+1. Number eight in the series was entitled A Breakup Letter to my Writing…

Tomorrow’s Creatures  A series of tanka in Irish and English, in 5-7-5-7-7 syllables, in response to artwork by Masood Hussain  (Kashmir) by Gabriel Rosenstock  neacha a thiocfaidh  an daonnaithe 'bheidh iontu  ó – cad…

All That's Left By PD Lyons Dust in the corners Pale light, loose boards, Soft paper pages partially filled. So small The world with all its bigness Could have so easily passed by. Will we,…

Echoes in Your Absence By Oisín Moloughney familiar voices echo the way many hands permeate dangling halls. you seem irreplaceable, exotic & shameless in your absence. even here I remember your violent…