Anna Meister

days i can’t carry by anna meister

Road trips are a good way to test compatibility. I know I love him because he doesn’t irritate me all that much even when I’ve only eaten trail mix, my legs folded asleep [...]

June 1, 2015

two poems by liz minette

After After you died, your house was still a mess; like always, always when we’d come over, you’d say [...]
Two Poems by Raphael Maurice

My Better Life in the Country I suppose I should tell of the things I liked here. I liked the way hay bales looked [...]
Three Poems by Bennett Allen

Losing My Edge What’s it like to be a gay warden? Sorry, deputy warden I want to ask him but don’t He [...]
Photophobia by Bobbi Lurie

I pray he will eat. I know he won’t let me make him food. His fear of wasting water overwhelms him so he rushes to [...]
French Press by Hannah White

I cannot be alone anymore. I surround myself with bodies that fill like packing peanuts the empty spaces of my emotions. I [...]
Killing My Grandmother’s Grandaughter and other poems by Kanika Lawton

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 [...]
I’ve Been Interrupted Here Before by Jenya Doudareva

Crowd pours onto the pavement like a viscous liquid. Swallows yesterday’s residue – traces of discarded food, pocket [...]
In Retrospect and other poems by Z.M.Wise

I should have looked both ways. I should have seen your forceful wishes to confuse me into mental paralysis. If I should [...]
Facade by Ian Scott McCormick

Phil tried to remember what it was like when he went off to college, 25 years ago. He tried to remember what that state [...]
Vending Machine Press Issue #6

Dear Readers, Welcome to the new issue of Vending Machine Press. We would to thank everyone in the writing community for [...]
Groceries and other poems by WK Lawrence

Your passing wind captures me Gently mistakes me for another cold heart Like the ones you find in the frozen foods section [...]
Take as Directed by Thomas Kearnes

Greg wants to quit the Effexor. He washes up for bed in the bathroom. I’m already under the covers, seated against the [...]