Jessica O. Marsh
POSER Did you tell her the true answer was plenty […]
Articles by VinylEditors
Amorak Huey
The bulldozers. The fog. The maples.
The multitudes in the silvery fall.
From here every galaxy looks like faith, […]
TS Eliot Prize goes to Sarah Howe, debut collection
A new voice, who judges say “will change British poetry”, has won the TS Eliot poetry prize. Sarah Howe, a fellow at Harvard University’s Radcliffe Institute, was awarded the £20,000 prize for Loop of Jade, […]
If a Pulitzer-finalist 34-part series of investigative journalism can vanish from the web, anything can
The Internet is now considered a great oracle, a place where information lives and knowledge is stitched together. And yet there are no robust mechanisms for libraries and museums to acquire, and thus preserve, digital […]
Lisa Ampleman
A selection of sonnets in the voice of Courtney Love by Lisa Ampleman and a conversation between Lisa and Phillip B. Williams. […]
Essence London
Like every other black woman, I sleep naked with a box fan in the open window. / When it rains and after my kid has sung into the dust-white, / spinning blades (laughing with distortion), after he is sleeping in his own dark room, […]
The Adroit Journal, Issue 14
The new issue of The Adroit Journal is up and amazing! It includes work by so many folks we love including Keith Leonard, Ruth Awad, William Brewer, Diana Khoi Nguyen, Fatimah Asghar and more plus […]
AM Ringwalt
the throat: full of wildflowers
the eyes: surrounded by deep pink flesh
can i swallow what i’m made of
(those i want to save but can’t) […]
The Spectacle of Black Death: Remembering Our Killed or Rekindling Their Murders? Part 2
by Phillip B. Williams
In her book The Art of Cruelty, Maggie Nelson writes, referring to President Obama’s administration deciding on May 2009 not to release photos depicting the torture (among other things) of Afghan and Iraqi prisoners in American custody, “If you don’t want to inflame via images of the behavior, then you have to stop the behavior.” […]
Laura Green
There’s a poster of Wonder Woman on the wall beside my bed. She’s standing with her feet apart, her hands in fists on her smooth, round hips. I know she’s a superhero, but I don’t know what a superhero is. […]