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Green Mountain Coffee and other poems by James Blevins

the café nearly empty— scent of burnt brew wafting through our shared morning. and you turned me on, talking of Verlaine’s passion for Rimbaud, stirring your drink. [...]

June 2, 2017

Over and other poems by Donna Dallas

February 12, 2017

Damn girl. Look at you. Who made venom so thick course through your blood? The cold flow of winter is in you. Blue blood, [...]
Champ by Steph Post

June 1, 2015

We go down to the water to find him. Black crabs scurry up trees like rioters dispersed and needle-beaked birds balancing on [...]
On Donald Trump Tweeting that Meryl Streep is One of the Most Overrated Actresses by Amy Saul-Zerby

February 1, 2017

This year we learned the difference between shock & surprise & maybe too late, but who would have thought, if given [...]
Five Poems by Quinn White

December 1, 2014

Public Works A woman waits for the bus. She drags a wooden chair onto her porch. I hear keys in her purse. Morning, quiet. I [...]
Vending Machine Press Issue #6

October 1, 2014

Dear Readers, Welcome to the new issue of Vending Machine Press. We would to thank everyone in the writing community for [...]
he by lauren millici

April 1, 2015

says I’m a break from routine. Spends the night inside of me, a vacancy at a Motel Six. Fucks without his wedding ring, [...]
The Cooks Alphabet by Ken Poyner

April 1, 2014

I am having my way with the waitress. Her dress is bunched up about her waist and her panties are dangling at one ankle, [...]
Make Believe by Tom Pescatore

June 1, 2014

Did this happen yester- day or were you standing outside my window under the cool rain of primitive stars of all those years [...]
A Milton Bradley Game by Hilary Sideris

January 4, 2016

The object, for a girl eight to fourteen, is to be ready, to swoon if he’s a dream, recoil if he’s creepy, having [...]
Green Mountain Coffee and other poems by James Blevins

June 2, 2017

the café nearly empty— scent of burnt brew wafting through our shared morning. and you turned me on, talking of [...]
Two Poems by Leisha Douglas

March 19, 2016

WAITING Dogwood buds like tiny fists defy gray skies and leafless trees. Amid the pallor of necessary fire, I wait curled [...]
sometimes people ask me if i’m mad and i say no by Shy Watson

February 27, 2017

order me caviar you cheap fuck order me caviar my bones become dismantled in the rain what more could you want from me my [...]