andrea lawler

Three Poems by Andrea Lawler

Life is a Book Written by Bukowski Sitting in the car in the sweltering heat in the hospital parking lot waiting for my mother to get off of work reading Love is a Dog from [...]

August 1, 2015

The Same Shine by Ernest Gordon Taulbee

October 23, 2017

The absence of a hangover made Samuel suspect he was dead. Last night’s moonshine had the perfect mix of burn and corn [...]
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. [...]
A Blossoming Storm Shades Reality and Insomniac Act by Alexis Bates & Logan February

October 23, 2017

Some physical existence & the yearning, always. Sky, jaw-wide, hurtling fictions to the ground. Witness this descent in [...]
New Place by Rebecca Guest

October 1, 2014

The promise of newly painted walls lining empty rooms, a kind of hubris that sings up your arms, popping goosepimples of [...]
Planting Flowers and other poems by Paul Wiegel

February 20, 2017

Each one blooms a beginning. They look like white teacup tops, or like a lobes of the brain with all those tucks and folds [...]
The Politicks of My Body by Jacklyn Janeksela

February 13, 2017

The politicks of my body goes like this. It’s none of your fucking business. My body is mine –whatever that means, but [...]
On The Lace Lichen Trail She Mourns A Tree After A Week Of Storms by Lisa Meckel

December 10, 2016

Off the trail, another great pine massacred by wind and rain. This great gray-chested body felled, no longer a giant against [...]
Six Poems by Benjamin Blake

January 6, 2017

Old Bones Weary, bleary-eyed distraction Forever trying to make it home Shuffling ‘round the living room, slipper-clad [...]
Groceries and other poems by WK Lawrence

July 20, 2017

Your passing wind captures me Gently mistakes me for another cold heart Like the ones you find in the frozen foods section [...]
Prodigal by Michele Madigan Somerville

September 2, 2016

When the clock strikes, the masks are delivered. I pause in a doorway, a shade, a champagne glass in my hand. Station stop: [...]
Six Poems by Aaron Graham

January 4, 2016

THE BOOTS ON THE GROUND The boots on the ground aren’t boots they’re packs of young men roaming streets eternal [...]
Lies to Tell the Body and other poems by Alyse Bensel

March 5, 2017

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

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