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I am Chronos, The Bringer of Time by Adam Lock

Wait. Don’t do that yet. Let me talk to you. My name is Chronos, The Bringer Of Time. Some title huh? But don’t let it intimidate you. Is it too much? It is isn’t it? [...]

October 23, 2017

Someone and other poems by Robert Martin Evans

who looks just like you speaks another language   …………………………..she’s [...]

October 23, 2017

Stomped Full of the Great Because and other poems by Claire Kelly

Reasons followed her pretty-girl looks like the bows on a kite tail. Her dad taught her to shoot, showed her pictures of those who failed to shoot: a body abandoned in pine [...]

October 23, 2017

We Bagged Sand All Night Until the Levee Broke and other stories by Steve Passey

I was trying to listen to the facilitator but the girl in the row in front of me turned and stared at me until I made eye contact with her. “Jesus,” she said. “Listen [...]

October 23, 2017

Science and Change and other poems by Sarah Sarai

I declined a knighthood honoring my heroic efforts at keeping heroism effortless, something I perfected while lateral-to-prone-ish, modeling a languid nobility which defined [...]

October 23, 2017

The Same Shine by Ernest Gordon Taulbee

The absence of a hangover made Samuel suspect he was dead. Last night’s moonshine had the perfect mix of burn and corn sweetness, so he drank it with the same regard lungs [...]

October 23, 2017

Innocent and Smirky by Paul Beckham

My mother always stressed good deeds but my other relatives seemed oblivious to the concept. I was required to do at least one good deed a week, as were my brother and [...]

October 23, 2017

FOUR WAY INDEPENDENCE and other poems by Mark Belair

FOUR-WAY INDEPENDENCE Try this at home: Sit in a chair and count out loud to four in a loop, then start tapping your right foot on one and two and your left foot on [...]

October 23, 2017

Snippet from Soft Opening by Alexandra Naughton

Playing with this power because I can and because it’s been done to me and it’s something I’ve always had and never thought to use or know how to use and I don’t even [...]

October 11, 2017

Remembrance Day by Bradley Sides

I’m first in line for Remembrance Day. I’ve been here since midnight. The announcement never said what time the gates would open—just that it would be early. Although [...]

October 11, 2017

says the same and other poems by Edmund Sandoval

Maybe I’m in love with you. I say this in a diner. On the train car. In the boulevard. She says the same. Probably we’ve got secrets. Or maybe not. Does it [...]

October 4, 2017

Interview with Jenya Doudareva

1. What was your early life like? Where did you grow up? I was born in Russia and lived there until my teenage years when I moved to Canada. My childhood was pretty cool [...]

September 25, 2017

Interview with Elizabeth Schmuhl

What was your early life like? Where did you grow up? During the week, when not at dance or school, I was out playing in the swamp behind my house. On weekends we drove to my [...]

September 18, 2017

Someday I’ll Love Meg Johnson and other poems by Meg Johnson

Even though she is a biological woman who wants to be a drag queen. Even though I read her diary and she confessed …………..Sometimes all you can do is [...]

September 11, 2017

Interview with Shae Krispinsky

What was your early life like? Where did you grow up?   Early life was Western Pennsylvania, catching fireflies and climbing trees, collecting New Kids on the Block [...]

September 4, 2017

Mimicking the path we walk  by Mike Bernicchi

Between the idea And the reality Between the motion And the act Falls the Shadow Peonies stagger paths worn in spots they were picked long ago to heal – Aged men squat [...]

September 4, 2017

Sight-Seeing New York City Fall 2001 by Jonathan Church

A blind man steps onto the N train at 59th Street. He turns his head and seems to wait for a stranger to gently grasp his elbow and show him the way. Someone does, guiding [...]

September 4, 2017

Thieves by Kelle Grace Gaddis

Sleep is a type of dying we enter each night. If lucky, we rise from our rest in peace, our pillowed tombs, to see another day, there are miracles all around me, thought [...]

August 28, 2017

I know an old lady and other poems by Robert Beveridge

snake watches spider watches fly another hour like this Linda Blair, Superhero For Carla Toptsidis Enchanted is not the word most would use for a first encounter covered in [...]

August 28, 2017

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The Prescription by Jenya Doudareva

by Vending Machine Press in Flash Fiction

It was  about time to renew summer. Traditionally, a person or a group that had the necessary power would do it. It was unclear why it was done, or who in particular was [...]

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Past Contributors

  • Vending Machine Press Issue #4

    June 1, 2014

    Dear Readers, Although it is summer in the northern hemisphere in the southern hemisphere we are preparing for winter. [...]
  • Milk Crates by Melanie Tague

    April 1, 2014

    I watched you once sitting on the bench by the courthouse, staring at the ground and I whispered that you were missing the [...]
  • Someday I’ll Love Meg Johnson and other poems by Meg Johnson

    September 11, 2017

    Even though she is a biological woman who wants to be a drag queen. Even though I read her diary and she confessed [...]
  • Vending Machine Press Issue #5

    August 1, 2014

    Dear Readers, Welcome to the new issue of Vending Machine Press. The quality of the writers we have encountered so far [...]
  • On Balancing On A Steel Girder by Jacob Aiello

    April 1, 2015

    Have you seen those photographs of the shirtless men balancing on steel girders thousands of feet above New York City? Yes. [...]
  • About The Universe by Eleanore Lee

    September 2, 2016

      Why worry? In five billion years our sun will become a spuming red giant. Will it matter then who got Mother’s Ming [...]
  • The Visitors by Sheldon Lee Compton

    March 13, 2017

    Uma made a habit of standing in front of a full mirror with a towel wrapped around her head. Always like this when she was [...]
  • Four Poems by Dorothy Chan

    January 7, 2017

    Sonnet XXV: Hong Kong Crabs Hold on for Dear Life Hong Kong crabs are holding on for dear life as Dad takes the tongs and I [...]
  • Let He Who Is Without by Kevin Brown

    December 1, 2014

    She carved my sins in soil we left untended, remains of a garden from the previous owners, letting time and wind wear them [...]
  • Over and other poems by Donna Dallas

    February 12, 2017

    Damn girl. Look at you. Who made venom so thick course through your blood? The cold flow of winter is in you. Blue blood, [...]
  • A moment of thought while drinking my morning coffee by Barry Yeoman

    November 1, 2015

    A gray misty sky hangs down low to demand retrospection. Yesterday is an ancient dream I don’t remember what I dreamt [...]
  • Patience, Dear by Ira Herbold

    October 1, 2014

    I am waiting in a darkened room, facing the door, hands on knees. I am waiting for Christianity to seem plausible. I am [...]
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