Vending Machine Press
  • Home
  • About
  • Submissions

Lies to Tell the Body and other poems by Alyse Bensel

To become the opposite of orgasm, I practiced ………..breathing with the cyst nestled in my left ovary, where the pelvic ………..bone juts up to [...]

March 5, 2017

Tight and other poems by Meg Johnson

I was not a child of product demonstrations. I would tie myself up in string. Each tug a prayer to be rescued from the midwest. I also wanted to be a villain, but no one knew [...]

March 4, 2017

Like Breath, Like Air by Mari Pack

Oh, for fuck’s sake when I die, don’t tell them I was full of life say instead, that I was air and that I swept through the valley of the damned in the deadest places [...]

March 3, 2017

End Times by Amy Saul-Zerby

I am a bridal registry at a sex shop. You are a plane crash. I am the dental records used to identify your corpse. Our teeth are the same, you know. All teeth are the same, [...]

March 2, 2017

The Prescription by Jenya Doudareva

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 [...]

March 1, 2017

Angry Young Man by Raphael Maurice

I dropkicked the Holy Book before the morning Mass. You don’t, barring dreamless sleeps & drugs, tend to believe all of that yourself. Don’t give yourself a pass. [...]

February 28, 2017

sometimes people ask me if i’m mad and i say no by Shy Watson

order me caviar you cheap fuck order me caviar my bones become dismantled in the rain what more could you want from me my tender fragility signed, i promise im interesting [...]

February 27, 2017

Vixen by Kieron Walquist

After Ma died, the fox appeared. Black-mittened, face and fur scorched in red, the vixen would prowl our neglected hayfield, prey on cottontail rabbits, pounce for moles deep [...]

February 27, 2017

Family of Four Lokos by Jane-Rebecca Cannarella

Stephanie, John, and Hector spent an evening in early July selling their art on a sidewalk in Old City. The money – all pooled together – was enough to buy plenty of Four [...]

February 26, 2017

#100 and other poems by Elizabeth Schmuhl

I have a certain fantasy: the earth that holds me swallows me deliberately. No one digs me a grave. What a luxury to slip beneath into cool darkness. On my skin: worms and [...]

February 25, 2017

Nine by Sarah Boland

Fall left with a heavy sigh As the willow trees bid farewell to the leaves with tears in their eyes. The willows wish for them not to leave. On days I walk my brother to [...]

February 24, 2017

You are what you eat and I’m not meat by Edward Birt

Bacon. Ham. Sausage. Steak. None of this gets on my plate. Chops. Chorizo. Squid and offal. Divine to some, to me just awful! “Why?!” folks say – “Meat’s so [...]

February 23, 2017

scars and other stories by stefan lutter

Dim lights and crowded room shoes scuffing and embarrassed cell phones. Prominent man, stands, emphasizes his qualifications: family man, long-time resident, father, human [...]

February 22, 2017

church tit-mouse witch and other poems by Jacklyn Janeksela

so easy to call them chicken bones & even easier to read them should the weather be just right, clank a bell or a chime if you listen up, i’ll tell you where they came [...]

February 21, 2017

Planting Flowers and other poems by Paul Wiegel

Each one blooms a beginning. They look like white teacup tops, or like a lobes of the brain with all those tucks and folds carved or etched or buttoned down tight. In mid [...]

February 20, 2017

Slick as an Albino Seal from Knee to Toe and other poems by Jeremiah Driver

lit by moonlight, she said I want you to know I’m beautiful. Her shirt folded above her head like a jellyfish. She hid her nipples behind her knees, and seemed afraid, on [...]

February 19, 2017

Dark Cloud by Jenya Doudareva

He hid inside Nimbostratus Gardens. Heavy damp smell of vegetation filled his throat and made his glasses foggy. For a gracious minute he was alone and unseeing, navigating [...]

February 18, 2017

ross from friends emoji set by chuck young

two smiling mouths / pressed against each / other gospeling secrets / down ticklish throats. / personal history roleplay / the intimacy of nostalgia / i like to think of [...]

February 17, 2017

Sadness and other poems by George Franklin

I talk about sadness as though she were a dinner guest Who’s overstayed her welcome. It’s one in the morning and She’s still here chattering about philosophy, asking [...]

February 16, 2017

Posts pagination

« 1 … 5 6 7 … 18 »
In the spotlight

The Prescription by Jenya Doudareva

Vending Machine Press Author Videos

SEARCH

Past Contributors

  • Pitiful by Jeffrey Zable

    Driving home in a cold, pouring rain I spot this guy limping along in the street completely barefoot, wearing only a t-shirt [...]
  • two poems by megan kemple

    Thanks for the Christmas Present I’ve always preferred thunderstorms to sunny days, Rain on rusted tin roofs, steady as my [...]
  • Overpass by Alison Hicks

    Two days after my mother died I lay on the mat in the storefront studio down the street from the tracks. My mother appeared [...]
  • 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 [...]
  • Reconnecting with Mira by Prachi Jain

    From:  janya@yahoo.com To:  miracares@yahoo.com Subject:  I Am Sorry Mira, I have been thinking about you for a long time [...]
  • 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 [...]
  • Blizzard of 1950, Eatontown NJ by Lee Landau

    Sometimes, too many times Mom went crazy, never meant for children, particularly three girls in a low rent, attached home, [...]
  • Observer Effect by Jenya Doudareva

    Sparrows flying close to the ground means that it will rain. Sparrows bathing in sand means that it will rain. Is that how [...]
  • What’s In A Name? by Audrey Wick

    She told me she thought about naming me Annabel Lee, after the famous female in Edgar Allan Poe’s poem. Instead, she named [...]
  • 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 [...]
  • 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 [...]
  • Champ by Steph Post

    We go down to the water to find him. Black crabs scurry up trees like rioters dispersed and needle-beaked birds balancing on [...]
Archives

Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email.

Category Cloud
Essay Flash Fiction interview Memoir Non Fiction Poems poetry sci-fi Short Stories
Terms of Use
  • Submissions
  • Terms of Use
  • About
  • Home
  • About
  • Submissions

2024 Vending Machine Press - Masthead Photo by Johannes Huwe - Website Powered by WordPress.com.

Privacy & Cookies: This site uses cookies. By continuing to use this website, you agree to their use.
To find out more, including how to control cookies, see here: Cookie Policy
  • Subscribe Subscribed
    Vending Machine Press
    Join 287 other subscribers

    Have a WordPress.com account? Log in now.

  • Vending Machine Press
    View site in Reader
    Manage subscriptionsSign upLog in
    Report this content
    Collapse this bar