Jericho Brown
Some dark of us dark,
The ones like me, walk
Around looking for
A building or a bridge. […]
Articles by VinylEditors
Rebecca Hazelton
The streetlights in the cul-de-sac
blinked on one by one, illuminating
the husband’s grief as it rose and fell […]
Marguerite L. Harrold
He kept asking
Hot tub juice steamed as my ass hit air
Balanced over the shoulder of a hulking boy from Palatine
All I knew about him could fit on the wings of a fly […]
Jennifer Ruth Jackson
Bags breeze past my ankles in an empty lot,
the twisted heads of plastic ghosts.
Not a lot can happen here, except everything. […]
Fakoyede Seun
such drama. i imagine.
to walk from so far
& not come near enough to solace, only
the night uncloaks itself into a familiar pretense. […]
July Westhale
Some modern Moby Dick
pivots on notes of man
and behemoth choice— […]
Aurielle Marie
It feels good to eat/ the devil/ is /a raw hide pulsing/ across my tongue/ sings a new sound/ her name is January/ […]
Brian Clifton
In the suburbs, through the windows, the houses leak their big ideas. One television then another darkens. […]
Julie Phillips Brown
Recall Benjamin’s angelus novus,
broad wings blown back by winds
from paradise, the sediment of time. […]
New Work by Sam Ross Plus a Conversation with Sam Ross and Phillip B. Williams
Sam Ross’s book Company was chosen by Carl Phillips for the 2017 Four Way Books Levis Prize in Poetry and is forthcoming in 2019. […]