donna dallas

Over and other poems by Donna Dallas

Damn girl. Look at you. Who made venom so thick course through your blood? The cold flow of winter is in you. Blue blood, blue eyes, dead heart. Too many footprints over your [...]

February 12, 2017

Times Square 1960 by Mark Pritchard

February 1, 2014

I haven’t been to a joint like this in years, but this is where Feldman is appearing. The faded lobby is strangely [...]
Charting Greatness by Laura Iodice

March 14, 2017

Like many baby boomers, I learned how to diagram sentences in grade school. As a kid who loved reading and writing, I [...]
The Prescription by Jenya Doudareva

March 1, 2017

It was about time to renew summer. Traditionally, a person or a group that had the necessary power would do it. It was [...]
Sorry My Dad Trolled You Last Night by Matthew Dexter

February 5, 2017

We booby-trap the house to prevent Dad from drunk posting on Facebook. He lost his career at Raytheon and his reputation [...]
Turtle and Hare by Chloe Clark

April 1, 2014

If loss were a mathematical concept— a subtraction, a division, a formula for invisible numbers, then how does one [...]
Three Poems by M.F Nagel

August 1, 2014

Love or a trick of light Somewhere East of the the pale moons of twilight Cometh the iceman Sing ‘in memory in vespers’ [...]
Interview with Jenya Doudareva

September 25, 2017

1. What was your early life like? Where did you grow up? I was born in Russia and lived there until my teenage years when I [...]
A moment of thought while drinking my morning coffee by Barry Yeoman

November 1, 2015

A gray misty sky hangs down low to demand retrospection. Yesterday is an ancient dream I don’t remember what I dreamt [...]
Vending Machine Press Issue #8

February 1, 2015

Photo by: Johannes Huwe The very fine writers for Issue 8 are: Dying To Leave By Ashlie Allen French Press by Hannah White [...]
Richmond Ennui by Christine Stoddard

January 30, 2017

You used to scour the rag shops in Southside, ………………..where black families lived in [...]
Pollen for the un-buried monster by Ashlie Allen

March 12, 2017

Grandma sat on the steps with me, not to spend time but to show me mercy. “You stink, little man.” she coughed. “Are [...]
Sight-Seeing New York City Fall 2001 by Jonathan Church

September 4, 2017

A blind man steps onto the N train at 59th Street. He turns his head and seems to wait for a stranger to gently grasp his [...]