Galen Paschal
I put my faith in accounting
in coinage in metal in paper
in plastic things weighted […]
Articles by VinylEditors
Sheena Raza Faisal
a fidgeting rectangle, the smell of carpet softened by massaging feet. there are few
places in this world my body is safe. the edge of a rug. the sharp line of a grave. […]
Robin Messing
Hair in my hair, tongue
on my tongue, we shook
the snow and the Earth […]
Andrew Hincapie
Between Frank Zappa and Varése, nothing’s left
to listen to but the static between stars, […]
Kevin Riel
Such gumption arrives noisy—
these sinuses, notions of territory
hoisted and collapsing with tiny reports […]
Florencia Varela
I agree it’s hard to make a life here.
The song doesn’t live
past seven folds, stays gaslit. […]
Alex Vigue
sleeping alone
acrylic dust coughing my throat
fingernail posts splitting like thirsty pine trunks
[…]
Suzi F. Garcia
in her fruit hat, & that’s no banana b/c no one here is happy
to see me. B/c I’m taking it all— […]
Nick Stanovick
Rain and rain and something close to living
The radio hums but it’s the silence we listen to […]
Jayson P. Smith
So,
I’ve always been a sucker for bondage. […]