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Loss is by April Salzano

not the contact paper on broken walls, the hammock no one used, the black strap that didn’t seem able to stop the badness. At forty, I finally understand—loss is not not [...]

October 1, 2014

Insurance Purposes by J.J. Krill

scrambling to figure out what to do after leaving the holding tank an actual clinic some where is looking like fifty-grand a [...]
Everywhere by Lisa Harris

Everywhere: under rocks, edging out beneath rotten logs, on tendrils of Creeping Jenny on fingertips on your kiss already a [...]
Later now, but and other poems by Ed Higgins

I can still remember how we kissed then the buzz of bees in our head. Or was it the Zinfandel we had with Reuben sandwiches [...]
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 [...]
Times Square 1960 by Mark Pritchard

I haven’t been to a joint like this in years, but this is where Feldman is appearing. The faded lobby is strangely [...]
Crying in Cars with Ghosts by Maggie McEvoy

Footsteps follow me in the parking lot, looking back I see only dead leaves turning in the breeze —it must be the ghosts. [...]
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 [...]
Grocery List by Elizabeth Bolton

There is, here in my hand, a small blue rectangle of grocery list like the looping invitation to a banquet that awaits and [...]
The Same Shine by Ernest Gordon Taulbee

The absence of a hangover made Samuel suspect he was dead. Last night’s moonshine had the perfect mix of burn and corn [...]
Off Season & Real Image, Lens, Virtual Image by Jenya Doudareva

Off Season Sticky heat, sounds of electrical lines, traffic, commotion – all gone. The blue of the sky is crispier, [...]
Welcome to The Very First Issue of Vending Machine Press

We live in a time of diverse mediums and expressions where literature online has become a thriving creative form [...]
I know an old lady and other poems by Robert Beveridge

snake watches spider watches fly another hour like this Linda Blair, Superhero For Carla Toptsidis Enchanted is not the word [...]