Articles by Vending Machine Press

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.  [...]

April 1, 2014

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 [...]

April 1, 2014

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. <a href=""> Read More... [...]

February 1, 2014