addison bale

Austerity Measures and other poems by Addison Bale

without for an abscess conversations after ellipses a side-long glance flouting its prolonged piss burn a bashing spring leaves a cortisone subscription opportunistically / a [...]

June 26, 2017

Vending Machine Press Issue #2

February 1, 2014

We would like to say thank you to everyone who has supported Vending Machine Press since our inception last year. We have [...]
Drinking your Lye by Nicholas Olsen

July 16, 2017

I see pieces of you everywhere I go, smell hints of your perfume in drafts of wind as I walk down this old block trying to [...]
In Retrospect and other poems by Z.M.Wise

August 2, 2017

I should have looked both ways. I should have seen your forceful wishes to confuse me into mental paralysis. If I should [...]
Out on the Eastern Slopes and other stories by Steve Passey

May 24, 2017

My Grandfather hunted. My father hunted. Everyone we knew hunted. Everyone knew someone on the reserve. A treaty card allows [...]
Killing My Grandmother’s Grandaughter and other poems by Kanika Lawton

January 25, 2017

I think my body will always be an euphemism for apology, always too tall or too short or too wide or too thin. My hips [...]
here is a list of things you left behind by Alison Leigh Znamierowski

January 4, 2016

10) purple clovers plucked & siphoned by hungry mouths on summer walks, discarded into roadside fields 9) a missing [...]
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 [...]
Autumn leaves and other poems by Alison Znamierowski

October 23, 2017

Autumn Leaves with Pictures we opened each other like maps explored, traced our fingers along every outline, got utterly and [...]
Sadness and other poems by George Franklin

February 16, 2017

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 [...]
Innocent and Smirky by Paul Beckham

October 23, 2017

My mother always stressed good deeds but my other relatives seemed oblivious to the concept. I was required to do at least [...]
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 [...]
June’s suspicious eyes by Raphael Maurice

March 15, 2017

You would say root and I saw it, the deep goodness of brittle earth. Blossom, you’d sing, as I licked my lips & fell [...]