Category: Sound and Voice

  • Poems written in Dublin by Sarah Chen

    Poems written in Dublin by Sarah Chen

    The Defamiliarizing Effects of Walking Around as a Passerby in Dublin City The defamiliarizing effects of walking around as a passerby in Dublin city a camera in hand and a greater inclination to look up are sweeping and various. You suspend dizzy with secrets – knowledge of red bricks and grass blades spoon-songs echoing from…

  • Merry Christmas 2018 Dear Poethead Readers ♥

    Merry Christmas 2018 Dear Poethead Readers ♥

    Poetry publishing will resume in January 2019. I will be reading and responding to your submissions in the intervening period. Thank you for your emails, your queries, your support and responses over this year of 2018. As always, the site remains open and accessible. Please visit An Index Of Women Poets and Contemporary Irish Women…

  • ‘The House That Don Built’ by Kevin Higgins

    ‘The House That Don Built’ by Kevin Higgins

    “The sky is high / We shit on earth / We look up the sky / The earth gives birth / To our future”                                                              …

  • A Celebration of Women’s Poetry for International Women’s Day 2018

    A Celebration of Women’s Poetry for International Women’s Day 2018

      ‘A History of Love Letters’ by Seanín Hughes   Miss said every time I told a lie, Baby Jesus had a nail hammered into his hand. She said I had a sad mouth, corners downturned, pointing to hell.   Stephen with the p-h had a mouth like sunshine. I gave him a token: a tiny toy…

  • ‘When’ and other poems by Alice Kinsella

    ‘When’ and other poems by Alice Kinsella

      Periwinkle (I) Your fingers unveiled the shell, like the unwrapping of a present. Little twirls on the bright jewel found amongst greys, greens, muddied sand. Words whistling through tooth gaps, excitement brought by being somewhere new. Finding me still at home, unchanged, ready to believe any adventure. Curled sunshine shell like the buttercup reflection…

  • “Slice” and other poems by Umang Kalra

    “Slice” and other poems by Umang Kalra

    How To Run Away slowly pry away every hand that wields the nails that dig into your skin, crisscross scratches shaped into dry throats and the taste of dust glistening through humid, hot, sickening summer air sinking into your bones   use your fingers, use your words, unravel the knots that hold your feet in…

  • ‘Fugue’ and other poems by Chelsea Dingman

    ‘Fugue’ and other poems by Chelsea Dingman

    British Columbia Pastoral   September: almost snow. White sheets across the sky, the fields. How strange   the frost, feral over desert hills. Sage brush caught in the cattle’s   teeth. The river cuts a swath where I am trying to tell you about grass   that presses up through the ground without urging. About…

  • ‘All The Worlds Between’; a collaborative poetry project between India and Ireland

    ‘All The Worlds Between’; a collaborative poetry project between India and Ireland

    All the Worlds Between is a collaborative poetry project bringing together poets from India, Ireland and in between. Their writing partnerships resulted in four strands—poems as conversations, poems at angles to one another, poems which speak out of turn to other poems in the group and, not surprisingly, stories of friendship. The poets looked at…

  • “Magic Bullet” and other poems by Rus Khomutoff

      Untitled for Andre Breton   Nostalgic sentiments and new wave nocturnes intersecting in a normal chaos of life an hourglass of neglected affinities idols of saturated phenomena night of filth, night of flowers the aporia of revelation   Magic Bullet (for Tristan Tzara)    Smell of death smell of life of embrace a medicine…

  • “Woman’s Song” and other poems by Gülten Akın

    Poems from What Have You Carried Over?: Poems of 42 Days and Other Works by Gülten Akın, translated by Saliha Paker and Mel Kenne   Spring Oh, no one’s got the time to stop’n think about fine things With broad brush-strokes they move along Sketching homes kids graves onto the world Some are obviously lost…