You’re a Movie I Haven’t Finished by Ted Guevara
Frames of you resemble the lead in a way that is not flimsy. The thinness of you slips under glass. You were that saved forest I zip-lined over I have to see you in bowed [...]
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Fairy Tales and other poems by Jonathan Duckworth
Mediation. Shallow rill of air between our throats & the arrow that finds an artery. Our dreams boiled down, reduced to waxen dreck. Less ask, more tell, say we; do not [...]
The Huldufolk by Liz Kay
You had spent most of your years gazing at the moon like a thick haired child on a Christmas advert but the orange plane to Reykjavik would do instead. That had been on my [...]
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. See I’d just finished crying with them in the [...]
Vending Machine Press 