I met H around about 20 years ago at the Middlesex University Trent Park Campus, no longer there any more. A native Gotlander, H moved to London to improve her English. Our worlds collided when we both enrolled on the drama and theatre arts course in The aforementioned uni. She has been writing to me ever since and, for the most part, her writing is raucous, filthy and anarchic. However, it’s within the poetry that she shares, that the real, sensitive H emerges. Listen for yourself.

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