carly weiser

Two Poems by Carly Weiser

Sea Legs He’s checking the consistency of streetlamps around Gates Circle. Making sure when night falls they click together like synchronized swimmers. Streamline, [...]

February 1, 2015

Sorry there are demons in the weather and other poems by Luke Bradley

Tilting up to bluelit bottles like organ pipes and gulping the air, the wonder of five hypothetical storeys, dread will fill [...]
How to Survive Heartbreak and other poems by Courtney LeBlanc

Acknowledge the wrecking ball in your chest, the slow heaving back and forth as it crashes against your heart. Brush your [...]
Stomach language by Ashlie Allen

I don’t want to sit down. My stomach is roaring, but my mind is roaring louder. “Don’t go close to them. They think [...]
A Victory by Raphael Maurice

The ocean was black near the shore and farther out a storm was massing in the sky. He sat, looking out over the water, [...]
Four Poems by Sloane Eliot

oxytocin waste of time on the sonogram, our mistake looked like an eclipse it felt like staring at the sun i looked until i [...]
Our Man by Meg Pokrass

This week our stunted man hobbles around the house wearing fluffy, taped-together slippers. It appears as if he has broken a [...]
Vending Machine Press Issue #17

Photo by: Johannes Huwe The very fine writers for Issue 17 are: Crying in Cars With Ghosts by Maggie McEvoy Three [...]
Struck Birds by Catharine Lucas

San Gregorio State Beach, California Tide-packed sands; cliffscapes, buff and russet. One bleached rock thrust skyward, its [...]
Interview with Elizabeth Schmuhl

What was your early life like? Where did you grow up? During the week, when not at dance or school, I was out playing in the [...]
A Brief History Of Cola by Glen Armstrong

Though cola is undeniably a cultural construct and any modern, identifiable culture should be able to construct a Rube [...]
Grateful Mother by Kayla Pongrac

When I was a child I owned a teddy bear that I leashed and dragged into supermarkets and banks and shopping malls. His eyes [...]
We are home here and other poems by Cassandra Justine Grisdale

I watch as you stretch in your sleep, muscles flexing under skin whose scars I kissed moments earlier. You sigh deeply and I [...]