Tyehimba Jess

‘Let me tell you how / white hands kilned me / in the moonless middle / of night.’

Issue 134

Eliza Griswold

Angélica Freitas

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

Angélica Freitas

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

Issue 131

Peter Gizzi

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

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’

Minal Hajratwala

‘The unicorns are a technology / we cannot yet approximate.’

Kimiko Hahn

‘The lemon shark / who returns to the same mangrove-lined shallows / every year to give birth.’

Adam Fitzgerald

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

Sakutarō Hagiwara

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

Issue 127

Kimiko Hahn

‘nothing like an ancient corridor where a / woman is stripped of resistance.’

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 126

Aracelis Girmay

‘Please stay with me as I / replay the last touch.’

Ishion Hutchinson

‘The train station was a cemetery. / Drunk with spirits, another being entered.’