carla mcgill

Two Poems by Carla McGill

ANOTHER DRIVE This time I leave the circling freeways of Los Angeles, head the other way toward the burnt land of Arizona, the bare and intentional road straightening [...]

May 29, 2016

An Inauguration Poem As Ghost Written For Donald Trump and other poems by J. Bradley

January 26, 2017

I thank thee, third party voter, for putting your ethics over your country. I am here today because of you. These last eight [...]
Garden Before The Move by Jean C. Howard

March 19, 2016

Like an old movie, sepia tone soaking through light falling frame by frame, slow death rattling across the pavers, Or even [...]
Sloppy Brain by Ashlie Allen

July 7, 2017

I’m not a ghost, but you touch me as if you can’t feel anything, expression absent of fascination, hands still like [...]
the rainy part of the world by mark petterson

June 1, 2015

After the rundown middle school where I tutor a thirteen-year-old who reads at a second-grade level, and really we just read [...]
the day i stopped being a black hole and other poems by Linda M. Crate

March 7, 2017

“i bet you don’t remember me,” he said, flashing me a devil may cry smirk and eyes full of talons; i was a [...]
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 [...]
Three Poems by Bennett Allen

November 1, 2015

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

October 1, 2014

The sun came through the dashboard and died under another overpass, air as thick as dreams, wanting as you might sometimes [...]
Vending Machine Press Issue #10

June 1, 2015

Photo by: Johannes Huwe The very fine writers for Issue 10 are: Autobiography by Deirdre Coyle Blizzard of 1950, Eatontown [...]
Three Poems by Andrea Lawler

August 1, 2015

Life is a Book Written by Bukowski Sitting in the car in the sweltering heat in the hospital parking lot waiting for my [...]
Behavior Pattern by Frank Rubino

September 2, 2016

I have very much liked you— to feel one has acted well— My behaviors were in admiration of you and perhaps imitative [...]
This Isn’t a Funeral by K. Barber

August 1, 2015

It is a sticky August afternoon, and flies keep landing on me like I’m a corpse. “Emily,” my mother [...]