Articles by VinylEditors
F. Douglas Brown
my mother down the hall fast like a train
or a bus blurting away her sprint turned
to tears:—and then into drops
of shit a trail of shit […]
Tarra Stevenson
It took me a moment
to realize that the tingle on my lips
wasn’t lip gloss
that night I kissed my friend good-night. […]
Fisayo Adeyeye
If the hand bloats after being bitten. If the match
is too wet to spark. If once touched, twice recoil,
if one knuckle, two knuckles, three knuckles. Four. […]
Natasha Mijares
Easy conversations
between nail and cheek.
There’s no such thing
as a river digger but without a wet knead,
I’m shy. […]
Jonathan Jacob Moore
i am fed to pretend that i believe in ghosts
they want to make a terrified thing out of this great dane
like we the same species
do you know how it feels to eat yourself […]
Breauna L. Roach
And here I am again
asking myself how
a Negro spiritual
about liberation
came to be a term for
naïve hopefulness […]
Casey Thayer
New work plus an interview with Phillip B. Williams
bullet: what thunder, teeth / in the threat, / blade in the sheath, / blood-letter bought / over the counter as easy as aspirin, an Oxy, / to take into the body, / what the deed / leaves, a hand that reaches / across the field’s divide, / snake coiled in the warren, / mole mazing the loam, / what the body carries, / what’s left / of the fire, […]
Rachel McKibbens
the first time
I came back to life
was in 1980. […]
Willy Palomo
They look like tortillas
& yanquis can’t tell the difference
entre mexicano y guanaco,
entrées como accents y pimienta. […]