Two Poems by Mark Jackley
IT SNOWS, THE DEAD RETURN In the chill blanketing the barn horses shiver like rubber- booted fathers at the door who softly cursing stamp their feet and neigh of green [...]
2014
Vending Machine Press Issue #3
This issue we are proud to present, stories and poems from writers across the globe that explore the morbid longings and powerful mysteries, the destructive passions and [...]
The Morning of the Day by Lee Foust
I half sat/half lay propped up on a pillow in bed looking out the bay window in the nearest corner of Betty’s large bedroom in the back of her new flat—it still felt like [...]
Richie by Amy Scharmann
Richie usually checked to see if I was awake before he practiced. He liked that I had no knowledge or interest in piano. According to him, that made me a good audience. [...]
Milk Crates by Melanie Tague
I watched you once sitting on the bench by the courthouse, staring at the ground and I whispered that you were missing the night sky but the hum of the crickets drowned me [...]
Turtle and Hare by Chloe Clark
If loss were a mathematical concept— a subtraction, a division, a formula for invisible numbers, then how does one calculate their own sum? What losses are quantifiable? [...]
Two Poems by Daniel Ford
the subway On the metro today, Red line between Metro and Union I saw a girl Who reminded me so much of you I looked four times. She was beautiful but tangibly sad, pained as [...]
The Cooks Alphabet by Ken Poyner
I am having my way with the waitress. Her dress is bunched up about her waist and her panties are dangling at one ankle, not merely twisted to the side. She is on her [...]
Green Light by Lauren Jonik
“Stand clear of the closing doors, please.” The familiar recording echoed throughout the subway car. As if on cue, the muffled voice of the conductor followed as the [...]
Vending Machine Press Issue #2
We would like to say thank you to everyone who has supported Vending Machine Press since our inception last year. We have been inundated with so many impressive stories from [...]
The Space Between The Stones by Ian McCormick
He held onto a small vase supporting a single stalk of bamboo, and decided that it had to go. There used to be more. Another stalk at its side, as well as two smaller nubs [...]
White Cards by Aliya Whiteley
The rooms of the British Museum are organised journeys into stone, clay, gold, bronze, sorted by time and catalogued by the white cards that tell their stories. This necklace [...]
The Season Finale by Carly Berg
George, I realized as we turned onto our street, had ruined my life. His eagerness to play big provider made it too easy to just be a mother. Our daughter barely looked up from chatting with her new dorm mates when I waved good-bye. Now I was nothing.
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Leah’s Other Self by Daniel Thompson
The first shouts come from her little sister. “Leah, Leah, Leah.” She hears her sister but convinces herself another Leah is being called. Her other self born into a [...]
Times Square 1960 by Mark Pritchard
I haven’t been to a joint like this in years, but this is where Feldman is appearing. The faded lobby is strangely over-lit, with the ghost of a popcorn stand. Like most [...]
Reconnecting with Mira by Prachi Jain
From: janya@yahoo.com To: miracares@yahoo.com Subject: I Am Sorry Mira, I have been thinking about you for a long time and today when I write to you I feel I should [...]
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