george franklin

Morning in Portland and other poems by George Franklin

Orange peels on the plate, broken curls Of skin, scent of trees from Morocco, Spain, or somewhere else, somewhere other Than here on this smoke-gray morning in Maine. The [...]

August 21, 2017

Sadness and other poems by George Franklin

I talk about sadness as though she were a dinner guest Who’s overstayed her welcome. It’s one in the morning and She’s still here chattering about philosophy, asking [...]

February 16, 2017

Two Poems by Lynne Potts

FACTS, CHICKENS, AND TRAIN TRACKS Acquisition in the lobby of the El Rancho Hotel, Gallup New Mexico where the waitress [...]
Welcome to Vending Machine Press First Birthday Issue #7

Photo by Johannes Huwe Dear Readers, Welcome to Issue 7 of Vending Machine Press. This is a special issue as it is our First [...]
I am Chronos, The Bringer of Time by Adam Lock

Wait. Don’t do that yet. Let me talk to you. My name is Chronos, The Bringer Of Time. Some title huh? But don’t let it [...]
The Wall of Hearts Desire by Donna Lynn Marsh

I always wanted a wall. Actually, I wanted four. They hold roofs really well and who among us doesn’t want a roof over [...]
Unrecovered Poem by Samantha Madway

Rooms filthy from all the sorrow. Trashcans filled with tissues filled with snot. Dark circles dyed under every eye. Dead [...]
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 [...]
With Feathers by Sheldon Lee Compton

What place is safe now, so we can say what our good logic leads us to understand? Saying we will create our own sunlight, [...]
the rainy part of the world by mark petterson

After the rundown middle school where I tutor a thirteen-year-old who reads at a second-grade level, and really we just read [...]
Three Poems by Ariel Francisco

Self Portrait With Moths After Rain Moths stumble through dusk, descending towards the glow of a glimmering lamppost [...]
The Politicks of My Body by Jacklyn Janeksela

The politicks of my body goes like this. It’s none of your fucking business. My body is mine –whatever that means, but [...]
Example 52 by JD DeHart

That lack of response to my chance Good Morning, the stare when I wave hello, yet another example of why I dislike most [...]
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 [...]