Articles by VinylEditors

She comes from a village of India
eating gourds that birds eat for fever […]

Night comes on too swiftly
in the dusk that hides behind
hundreds of wind turbines,
slow red embers igniting […]

On Forester Pass we shot the shit, crowing to those who didn’t know us, avatars of who we wanted to be. Can- dies crushed to confetti in our packs, bragging about where we lived. We […]

You would’ve had to have been there to see the moon,
bloody as a hemorrhage, beneath the sky, stars scattered
like chippings of bones. So odious it had to be elegant,
hung in the dark’s net, me below the celestial bulb. […]

Falling soldiers and a shoulder
painted the wall red. My dreams

broke the midnight. A dancing body
dressed in fire, the voice of bullets […]

Rivers of me, really—tributaries of the heart
that clip into insect gullets with

such pretty reliability. The histamine bloom
at the slurp site, the flesh splotch

blood-gathering. […]

All night we listened to trains in the dark.
Heard them arranging their mile-long loads
on the field roads leading away. […]

I sit down on the edge of the bed
With my father on the opposite
Pretending that the television
Is not glaring […]