The Wasp Swallower

Isla Anderson

It starts with the leaving of
rooms. Jut-shy. Elbows to hold

and to hold; mosaic // shuttering
the floors and walls like teeth. Pigeon

feet. Ragwort, bright before the horse’s
mouth and it is starving and I cannot stop

the muzzling of it - this // gall. Given on
a palm and not a fist and up the staircase grins

a cutaway where shadows glide like
tongues. Guillotine. Innocuous as static

on the sheets. Aftermath, a jaundice
-clod of petals in my throat, and how

its sleepwalk tinges yellow
from their // seep.

Published in HVTN Vol 2, Issue 1

[she: wild raspberries...]

Sophie Essex

she: wild raspberries in a blue movie / that lilac harvest in the early hours of a sunday mid-month / provocation and all its entitled intensity / de lempicka soft / accidental and four-limbed / when I ask / when I insist / docile when / the slender threads of sex cling delicately / each pine needle loose-leaf / caught / summer rain holding out for the mountain of us / the thrill of the chase / water for drowning / trouble

from HVTN Vol 2, Issue 1. 

New Issue!

Our website is now fully-functional, and we have a fantastic issue now available to purchase. Please do grab a copy and spread the word because we need your support to survive! 

We have work from Isla Anderson, Maya Owen, Sophie Essex, and the eminent George Szirtes.


Hope you’re all well,


P.S. We’ll be posting sample poems from the issue on here over the next few days!