Lavinia Greenlaw

‘Do they dance for those creatures / whose unmade selves / come unbuttoning out of the dark?’

Issue 106

Fanny Howe

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

Seamus Heaney

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

Issue 112

Hasina Gul

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’

Issue 127

Kimiko Hahn

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

Ishion Hutchinson

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

Kimiko Hahn

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