warm blooded things
By Shaun Hill
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Hill's agile poems are alive to fear, loss and danger. The poems also explore a uniquely queer archive of time and place, the legacy of AIDS, and draw strength from giving voice to unheard histories. Seeking sanctuary and alternatives to a capitalist reality, these precise poems gesture towards hope, survival and the necessity to be responsible for one another.
"Shaun Hill is one of my favourite performers, his poems charged with vulnerability and raw intimacy. Now warm blooded things offers us this same tender gift."– Liz Berry
Shaun Hill
Shaun Hill is a queer writer exploring post-capitalist ways of being. He is a recipient of an Apples and Snakes | Jerwood Arts Poetry in Performance Award for 2020. Shaun has shared his words widely at festivals across the UK and has facilitated for a range of organisations including: Birmingham Buddhist Centre, City of Culture, and Out on the Page. He has completed commissions for Overhear, SHOUT, Verve Poetry Festival, and appeared on BBC Radio 4. Thirty of his poems have been published, in anthologies such as Eighty-Four: Poems on Male Suicide, and magazines like Magma and StreetCake. warm blooded things is his first collection.
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warm blooded things - Shaun Hill
maps of light
we sacrifice so much to survive.
use fingers as weak shields for the face.
we can’t grow limbs back like a salamander can.
but we can go back and gather. whisper: I am so lucky.
we are the descendants of plants. a million
different paths mapping the mathematics of light.
cut this stem you’ve stepped into. see how it isn’t stone.
now turn it. find an edge. don’t dig yourself a death yet.
there is someone inside you who never left.
gripping the carpet of your lungs.
waiting alone in the dark.
I.
castaway
all those nights alone. barely
dipping your feet in the living
room you were tethered to.
bulb in remote
blinking morse code –
but you couldn’t see it.
you forced your mind
through glass in hope
you’d float to the other side.
group-sleep aboard the night-ship to Coventry
in a glass dome at the edge of the world,
that’s where you’ll find him:
splitting mist as he steers this
steel forge toward sleep.
past the green blur of a service
with tin barbeques in stacks;
gold arches, the promise
of high-fat happiness.
past the swiped screen of towerblocks,
their pixelated faces;
into a red-eyed sky-line
of offices, cranes –
wishing at his window seat
he could dissolve and discover love.
but then who would ride the night-ship?
kick-drum the rhythm of the night shift?
hear the black ticking hand strain
to wipe away the rain?
burnt bulbs
rows of seats like black teeth in a dead shark’s