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At the Peckhamplex

Will Harris

‘the snow reflecting off / your torch was the / colour of your thoughts’

Sanjay Nagar Blues

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’

The Door Was Open and the House Was Dark

Seamus Heaney

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

Secretions

Colin Herd

‘No I’m not tired I said. / No I’m not thirsty I said. / I’m sassy.’

Fanciphobia

Colin Herd

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

Three Poems

Seán Hewitt

‘I looked away, ashamed, / then raised my hand / to the hawthorn / and plucked its fruit.’

Poetry by Seán Hewitt.

Tongues of Fire

Seán Hewitt

‘Waking, close to morning but still
a shuttered, metal dark in the room’

Two poems by Seán Hewitt from Tongues of Fire, shortlisted for the 2020 Sunday Times Young Writer of the Year Award.

Two Poems

Bob Hicok

‘What’s your policy on fog? When it gets in bed with you, who’s on top?’

Poetry by Bob Hicok.

Black Against the Sky, the Giant Mothers

Selima Hill

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

Two Poems

Lee Kathryn Hodge

‘Tell me now what it is that dies, gasping for another world in my hand.’

Two poems by Lee Kathryn Hodge.

End of the Pier Show

Michael Hofmann

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

Seen

Fanny Howe

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

Two Poems

Aria Hughes-Liebling

‘Asleep / in dirt dry blankets.’