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, [...]
Vending Machine Press Issue #12
Photo by: Johannes Huwe The very fine writers for issue 12 are: Two Poems by Michelle Brooks At Least by Jennifer Saunders Self Portrait with Sweet Red Wine by Mica Evans [...]
Two Poems by Michelle Brooks
Three Mile Island at Night I am waiting for the disaster of my life to reveal itself. All the elements are present for an accident of serious consequence. When it does, I [...]
At Least by Jennifer Saunders
The pills that stop the crazy kill the words No mania, no voice An empty shell exterior A med muddled mind existing until the next dose The sentences that once spewed freely [...]
Self Portrait with Sweet Red Wine by Mica Evans
I blot my lipstick in all the wrong places like on the lining of my goodwill purse my jacket sleeve the window on the back of the bus I sing outloud in all the wrong moments [...]
Farmington, Maine : The Warmth of Winter by Julia Guarch
Every winter jacket I ever owned paired with layers made me feel like the walking Marshmallow Man from Ghostbusters, my hands always icicles even under the thickest gloves, [...]
Six Poems by Daniel Burttram
Another Draw She waits for him in their car, out in the parking lot, hoping that a train won’t pass—cutting through the crisp night air, its blast would only wake [...]
Two Poems by Kayla Rae Candrilli
Pater Familias: Way with Words He waves from the sepia-toned dock, the folds in his Army uniform crisp. Forty-five years later, grandfather remains a mystery to my father and [...]
Two Poems by Lynne Potts
FACTS, CHICKENS, AND TRAIN TRACKS Acquisition in the lobby of the El Rancho Hotel, Gallup New Mexico where the waitress wears braids to her waist and the train outside slides [...]
Three Poems by Bennett Allen
Losing My Edge What’s it like to be a gay warden? Sorry, deputy warden I want to ask him but don’t He smelled me out right away First thing’s first [...]
Voices in the Belfry by Keith Moul
I met for years with contrary shades of my own being, pressed heatedly my claims; duly performed suitable penalties; hauled from life’s mine tons of ore. In fact, some [...]
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