Adam Fitzgerald

‘Would you like to come with me for some / old-fashioned inconclusive combat?’

Issue 130

Anjum Hasan

‘motorcyclists like to howl / and dogs drop bulging bags of garbage / from their mouths when they see other dogs / they want to mount’

Angélica Freitas

‘amelia, the real woman, / ran away with the bearded lady’

Amy Gerstler

‘I must remember god is not my private / secretary.’

Issue 100

Michael Hofmann

‘They were fascinated / by what they seemed to have contained.’

Paul Farley

‘I’m holding out. / I’m blue in the face.’

Issue 131

Peter Gizzi

‘was it wind or a creature / am I here or is it over’

Issue 112

Yasmeen Hameed

‘Tell me, what is this cry of pain in the air?’

Kimiko Hahn

‘Certainly the tide or the dog striding along the sluff of seaweed, / this afternoon – brown, light green, black green, white and red.’

Issue 114

Juan Felipe Herrera

Issue 115

Sadaf Halai

‘It made the sound of / a small balloon dropping.’

Sakutarō Hagiwara

‘What I do not have is Everything: / how is it that I won’t bear this neediness?’

Angélica Freitas

‘woman is basically meant / to be a residential complex / all the same / all plastered over / just in different colors’

Selima Hill

‘Black against the sky the giant mothers / are whispering together in the moonlight’