Issue 115

Sadaf Halai

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

Issue 112

Yasmeen Hameed

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

Will Harris

‘I must / have been the only one to catch his eye, to hold it.’

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’

Seamus Heaney

‘I called his name, although I knew / The answer this time would be silence / That kept me standing listening while it grew.’

Colin Herd

‘I wear my fear around me / I fan it out on my pillow’

Issue 114

Juan Felipe Herrera

Selima Hill

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

Issue 100

Michael Hofmann

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

Issue 106

Fanny Howe

‘Every cupboard is old, / every glass and cup / wiped clean.’

Ishion Hutchinson

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

Hiromi Itō

‘Who connects with the next woman / With tens and hundreds and thousands of women.’

Tyehimba Jess

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

Troy Jollimore

‘Our conversations faltered, the celestial musicians / took a break between sets, and all the little engines / we had so painstakingly gathered and constructed / lapsed into stillness for a few brief moments.’