Seasonally Affected and Disordered by Judith Cody
Sky stuffed with leaden clouds seeming ready to suffocate like a soggy pillow feeling like the regulation issue California winter winding-clothes triggering Seasonal [...]
2016
The Happy Light by Cari Scribner
As soon as I told my mother I wanted to leave my husband, she said I need to bump up my meds and get more sun. Seriously, the conversation went like this: “I’m not happy, [...]
Family Reunion In Three Parts by Jessica Adams
1. It had been my aunt’s room when she lived at home. And after that, when she moved back to teach at the elementary school across the street. Now she lived next door. She [...]
Garden Before The Move by Jean C. Howard
Like an old movie, sepia tone soaking through light falling frame by frame, slow death rattling across the pavers, Or even flashing birth—forecasting shadow as well as [...]
Miscreants and Family by Len Kuntz
Mom is still in bed at noon The cats traipse across the sink like tight rope walkers. My friends never come over anymore and that’s just as well. I blink as shooting stars [...]
Vending Machine Press Issue #13
Photo by: Johannes Huwe The very fine writers for issue 13 are: A Milton Bradley Game by Hilary Sideris Radio Truth by Ashlie Allen Walking Home From My Fathers [...]
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 acquired three color-coded cards, assembled an outfit to [...]
Radio Truth by Ashlie Allen
Dad twitches in his sleep, afraid he’s really on the reservation. I keep the radio on, too sad and hungry to sleep. If I was lighter and happy faced, someone might pity [...]
here is a list of things you left behind by Alison Leigh Znamierowski
10) purple clovers plucked & siphoned by hungry mouths on summer walks, discarded into roadside fields 9) a missing brick or, an empty space in the wall next to the [...]
John and the Rainbow Whatever by Christopher DiCicco
John understood the rainbow, which is why he kept his hands on the red. He waited until it hurt, until he felt the colors wash over him and through him. When his toes felt [...]
Locked In, Locked Out by Claire Polders
Minnie pushes her shopping cart down the aisles and thinks about getting a car. Not to drive it, for she has nowhere to go, but to sit in it on rainy Sunday afternoons. [...]
Six Poems by Aaron Graham
THE BOOTS ON THE GROUND The boots on the ground aren’t boots they’re packs of young men roaming streets eternal out-of-towners in combat patrols come to see the [...]
Three poems by Eileen Hennessy
ABOUT MAKING MY HOME About making my home smaller and clearer: I am past caring for your expectations. I’m rediscovering my secrets, changing my views on pissers in the [...]
Crushed Ice by Mark Belair
The old, downtown fish shop stands closed, and not just for the day, it seems: the rolled-paper dispenser empty, the shiny knife rack stripped, the soggy sawdust unswept and, [...]
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