Articles by VinylEditors

I’m not sure how many more times
you want to hear your own myth […]

print too small, kitchen closed Sophie is smiling against the overpass & saying the wine will not run out / the way we ran out of the lounge & down the alley / dragged by […]

And so now the night
has its torrential downpour
the day so desperately campaigned against. […]

I am more than dried Artemisia
in wooden compartments.
I am fluent in spices, and he is
fluent in hardwood floors. […]

When I take what remains
into the cool night
as if to show how it all goes on
without you, I do it the way
a hawk takes the arc of the moon […]

Last night I was a jaguar
escaped from the zoo. […]

People name us
with the separation of their teeth,
the long z of our naming. […]

Socrates knew what Plato knew, and Aristotle knew what Socrates knew and also what Plato knew, knowledge is what separates us from those who don’t know anything or don’t know what they’re supposed to. […]