Vending Machine Press Issue #11

Posted on August 1, 2015 by Vending Machine Press in Flash Fiction, Poems

The very fine writers for issue 11 are:

Carnival Surprise by Tasha Coryell
Four Dog Track Poems by B.R.Yeager
2KBK by Cara Lorello
Two Poems by Jenya Doudareva
Three Poems by Sloane Eliot
This Isn’t a Funeral by K Barber
Three Poems by Andrea Lawler
Two Poems by Liz Minette
Take as Directed by Thomas Kearnes
Two Poems by Michelle Watters
Three Poems By Ariel Francisco

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Issue 12 is due out 1st November 2015.

Regards,
Michael Lafontaine
Editor-In-Chief
Vending Machine Press

Issue 11

Interview with Shae Krispinsky

What was your early life like? Where did you grow up? Early life was Western Pennsylvania, catching fireflies and [...]
Sounds of Home by John Talbird

He’ll never go back. John’s twenty-four and independent and has no desire to speak to his parents ever again. There’s [...]
Firefly by Gladys Justin Carr

I dabble in wings in variations of flux Heraclitus is my friend everything in the world is my living room I am not pretty [...]
Crying in Cars with Ghosts by Maggie McEvoy

Footsteps follow me in the parking lot, looking back I see only dead leaves turning in the breeze —it must be the ghosts. [...]
Some Nice Words by Jenya Doudareva

“Something’s happened” I overheard As I noted the people were rushing away Trying not to look nervous (were they [...]
Archaeologist by Emma Fissenden

sifting through her dresser drawer distracted by the staccato hum of the pipes upstairs, by the cat leaping, less gracefully [...]
A moment of thought while drinking my morning coffee by Barry Yeoman

A gray misty sky hangs down low to demand retrospection. Yesterday is an ancient dream I don’t remember what I dreamt [...]
San Juans by Dede Cummings

From here she can see no islands, only a mountain beyond water mostly purple-black and defying the orange-spreading sky. [...]
A Milton Bradley Game by Hilary Sideris

The object, for a girl eight to fourteen, is to be ready, to swoon if he’s a dream, recoil if he’s creepy, having [...]
Three Poems by Sloane Eliot Mariem

Heresy for the Nonbeliever / Mistaking Real Things for Shadows No refuge here, not with you no room for my veiled language [...]
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 [...]
Hindsight by Peter McMillan

Street level in the financial district it was dark and the streetlights were still on. Overhead the sky was blue and [...]