Articles by VinylEditors

How lovely, how doomed,

                                             how we move
                                             against the underworld’s furniture. […]

who or what takes out the trash / for he
consumes neglect in three course meals / […]

You, in a hot pink tube dress.
You, with the ten thousand objectives.
You, whom I loved unreservedly. […]

I wait for a note
to float off the high
branch, to sing […]

This is how it was: an improvised knife
made from an old screwdriver. My brother throwing
rocks at anything that would make a sound on impact. […]

I want to turn over
my phone
like a stone […]

Black woman stay woke
stay up all night
can’t sleep […]

Child Dancer on Sundays Though I am Dull, my concerns Are effusive. My hour the early             Hour of prime             And blush. My spine climbs             Its planar landscape. Hands                         Curled over the barre, I practice                                     Everything […]

When I take my prescriptions I halve them carefully with the edge of a slanted tweezer blade. Call this predictable; I call it intimate. […]

The day I am officially screened
for bipolar disorder
I feel most alive –
alert to the way air moves […]