the temperature of the human = body can heat up significantly = centigrade moving vertical match = es could never achieve this type of lit = up vapors and gases that spill like = sus tained lies into the air she = spun and translated how her = fingers t ouch how her ribs prod […]Read more "Malice – Julianne Neely"
for one of Caravaggio’s boys you stuff a flower in my hairinsist that my shirt pullsbaring down my shoulderand takemy finger into your mouthtreacherous lips and flick tailed tonguethen bite;I can see all my measurementsscaled and sharplycaught in lidless eyesnone who seethe exquisite surfacesexquisitely framedwill know a thing of memore familiar to the plucked cherriesthe […]Read more "You, Like A Lizard – Jack Bigglestone"
To sign the aether, as the French artist, Yves Klein, did at the age of nineteen, is to claim it as one’s chosen province for waking and dreaming. Aether is the element of origin, the field where matter and energy have their genesis from a nebulous state. It is the unknowable nature of life and […]Read more "Yves Klein – The Void is Blue – Ronan Fenton"
Service for Phoebe us, a pair of matching uniforms behind a counter. a sign reads “Guest Services,”but really means an expected performance. we raise our larynx to give the sound of something apologetic. a customer talks to you like they know you. but you are bolder. we keep our messes hidden and wash our slacks on our days off. i wanted […]Read more "Two Poems – Ian Haugen"
i think everything will be okay if i can watch this film till the end. i’ll sit wide-eyed in my favourite chair & curl my nails into my palms until / this absence stops yearning. every tuesday, svasti & i will quote žižek & butler in our google classroom posts & laugh about how terrible […]Read more "love letter to “studies in film: the queer eye ENG-3501-1” – Anushka Bidani"
Glamour Day of Venus, afterall. I make a half-shell of myself,fill it with this frail dread of light. Small windowed room. First, my loneliness like a child in the canyon. I watch duskflatten his hair with a licked hand, my shape going loose in the violet gesture: houred out of the image, out of balance.The […]Read more "Two Poems – Jarid McCarthy"
REASONS FOR BEGINNING In the endeverything must go – all the letters and photographslocked in boxes like mad intemperate animalsthat still have all their teeth, the plants, nameless and making sincere pactsof decay with the lightthat grew them: windowsill funerals, even our cities are built like paper swans,meant to fold into themselves,into glowing concrete mash, […]Read more "Three Poems – Ishaan Chawdhary"
Quarantine On the lines of “First lines of Emails I’ve received while Quarantining”By Jessica Salfia In these uncertain times,Navigating placements,Here are two updates Just for you.We’re happy to announce!We’re watching an economy die.We have been in constant communication,Hope this finds you well. As you might be awareA new statistic revealsThree Big Questions that Still RemainIs it safe […]Read more "Three Poems – Niharika Yadav"
Violet Indigo Blue, Etc. or VIBE aims to be an online space where poetry and other forms of art intersect. We are concerned with bending genre, making the art world more accessible, and breaking down preconceived notions of what art can be and who it is for. We are interested in the materiality and physicality of the production […]Read more "About VIBE"
Thank you for your interest in Violet Indigo Blue, Etc.! WE ARE CURRENTLY OPEN FOR SUBMISSIONS FOR THE SPRING 2022 EDITION OF VIBE. The edition will include a short print run, any profits from which will be distributed amongst the contributors and editor. POETRY We are interested in poetry in all forms, including visual poetry. Please […]Read more "Submission Guidelines"