contemporary poetry

Every year poetry slam teams from universities all over the UK, and Ireland battle it out to win the prestigious UniSlam trophy. This week HeadStuff.org looks at all things UniSlam 2018. Today we showcase three of the best talents from this…

I Always Had A Big Crush On Space | Interview with Stelios Hadjithomas by Sam Murphy Stelios Hadjithomas (b. 1990, Cyprus) is an interdisciplinary artist whose work spans, and experiments with genres and mediums. He mainly works…

Swimming By Jackie Gorman https://issuu.com/headstuffpoetry/docs/prepared_bychef_tony_andrea-2 Submissions are open for all HeadStuff poetry categories, including Poem of The Week (Every Friday), Unbound (longer sequence of…

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,…

In late September of 2017, Trevor Joyce’s Fastness was the subject of a cursory - one might say dismissive - review in the Irish Times . Notwithstanding, Fastness is a book that - in line with the rest of Trevor Joyce’s body of…

Jenna Clake was born in Staffordshire in 1992. She is studying for a PhD in Creative Writing at the University of Birmingham, where her research focuses on the Feminine and Feminist Absurd in twenty-first century British and American…

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…

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…

Is This The Thing? (L--- Poem) Could this be the Thing, I’ve read Of poets knowing, so well, too well And lamenting, and indulging, with inky raw palms, behind Chipped wood shuttered-light panels, (Too bright to see, clearly; a…

The Secret Only I know the length you go lying awake at night drawing the countdown, 41,40,39, all the way down to 1 and then the magic zero over and over like counting sheep till you sleep. Only I know the length you go…