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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 me Audrey Ann. She said it was pressure from my [...]

December 28, 2016

SALT AND LIGHT ~ A COVENANT by Lisa Harris

I. Evil, like most things, takes time to grow— small steps taken and subtle masks worn, nudges and whispers, a wink and a laugh, a slow poison can remain undetected, at [...]

December 28, 2016

Vending Machine Press Issue #17

  Photo by: Johannes Huwe The very fine writers for Issue 17 are: Crying in Cars With Ghosts by Maggie McEvoy Three Poems by Sloane Eliot Mariem Ready for Texas by [...]

December 10, 2016

Three Poems by Sloane Eliot Mariem

Heresy for the Nonbeliever / Mistaking Real Things for Shadows No refuge here, not with you no room for my veiled language (you’ll find ways to understand) what is this [...]

December 10, 2016

Ready for Texas by Nicole Bennett

Digging into the sweet potatoes with the two knives held between his fingers like chopsticks, he asked me, “Where are you from again?” then told me he’d [...]

December 10, 2016

On The Lace Lichen Trail She Mourns A Tree After A Week Of Storms by Lisa Meckel

Off the trail, another great pine massacred by wind and rain. This great gray-chested body felled, no longer a giant against the horizon. Its ripped-out roots cemented with [...]

December 10, 2016

Fucking a Enuch by Laurie Lessen Reiche

Entanglements. Facebook is Fascist. Don’t you love me? Don’t you get me? Poor marching drummer fallen in a ditch, legs broken, beside the empty road. Leaves are falling [...]

December 10, 2016

Vending Machine Press Issue #16

Photo by: Johannes Huwe The very fine writers for Issue 16 are: Two Poems by C.M Keehl Two Poems by Erin McIntosh Sharing Music by Emily Alexander Empty Stomach by Ashlie [...]

September 2, 2016

Two Poems by C.M. Keehl

I am at the same peninsula where  you told me you loved me like lake michigan never one for wading but jump right from dock quick at night I see you as a body/ everybody is [...]

September 2, 2016

Two Poems by Erin McIntosh

The wolves are at my heart Wolves are at my heart Again but I only continue To revolve around you like The earth to sun a mere planet Next to your heat / I have grown So [...]

September 2, 2016

Sharing Music by Emily Alexander

Dark morning reaches through windows until the sky is smudged silver like the teakettle on the back burner. Here is the slip of buttons through slits of fabric, the skip and [...]

September 2, 2016

My Empty Stomach by Ashlie Allen

I am too dizzy to eat, though the lemon cake smells good. She made it for me because she knows I am sad. We will argue when she finds me in here, a bit lifeless, though I [...]

September 2, 2016

Two Poems by Cara Lorello

VIEW FROM A ROOM, OCEANSIDE Through a single window with vertical paneled curtains drawn back, I watched clouds cast off in long strands across a panorama of electric blue, [...]

September 2, 2016

Unrecovered Poem by Samantha Madway

Rooms filthy from all the sorrow. Trashcans filled with tissues filled with snot. Dark circles dyed under every eye. Dead skin cells, bits of nails from nervous nibbling coat [...]

September 2, 2016

About The Universe by Eleanore Lee

  Why worry? In five billion years our sun will become a spuming red giant. Will it matter then who got Mother’s Ming dynasty vase? Hell, the old family farm will be [...]

September 2, 2016

A Brief History Of Cola by Glen Armstrong

Though cola is undeniably a cultural construct and any modern, identifiable culture should be able to construct a Rube Goldberg-inspired machine, to speak of “xenophobic [...]

September 2, 2016

Two Poems by Shoshanna Beale

Lost In this grey and desolate world I wander like a ghost through haunted cityscapes and narrow muted streets, and I search and search I walk through silent streets, past [...]

September 2, 2016

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Prodigal by Michele Madigan Somerville

When the clock strikes, the masks are delivered. I pause in a doorway, a shade, a champagne glass in my hand. Station stop: Build the pyramids. If you must petrify, think: [...]

September 2, 2016

Two Poems by Betsy Martin

The Biosphere This storm is strange for Tucson, the frigid rain sprayed down the way the gardener hoses bird excrement from the bricks. The purple teeth of the mountains [...]

September 2, 2016

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  • 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 [...]
  • 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 [...]
  • Commitments by Kelle Grace Gaddis

    His coarse beard was an array of auburn, brown and gray strands, hairs upturned and twisted out to the side refusing to [...]
  • 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 [...]
  • From The Book of Smaller by rob mclennan

     Postcard to Gil McElroy A sketch. An apparatus of mish-mash. Salutations. Systematic checks. My legs were cold. Mezzanine. [...]
  • Make Believe by Tom Pescatore

    Did this happen yester- day or were you standing outside my window under the cool rain of primitive stars of all those years [...]
  • 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 [...]
  • Welcome to Vending Machine Press First Birthday Issue #7

    Photo by Johannes Huwe Dear Readers, Welcome to Issue 7 of Vending Machine Press. This is a special issue as it is our First [...]
  • Sloppy Brain by Ashlie Allen

    I’m not a ghost, but you touch me as if you can’t feel anything, expression absent of fascination, hands still like [...]
  • The Silver Birch by Vincent O’Connor

    In the garden of my deceased dad there stood a single tree. It bore no fruit, offered no druids’ code, brought forth no [...]
  • the trial will resume tomorrow at 10 am by Cassandra de Alba

    all the landmarks of my childhood become a toy town, a diorama of bad decisions. the places I grew with wrenched from me, [...]
  • It Always Rains by Tim Wilkinson

    The small room lay quiet, cloaked in shadow and smoky haze, silent save two voices and the occasional, solid clank of steel [...]
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