Vending Machine Press Issue #11
Photo by: Johannes Huwe The very fine writers for issue 11 are: Carnival Surprise by Tasha Coryell Four Dog Track Poems by B.R.Yeager 2KBK by Cara Lorello Two Poems by Jenya [...]
Issue 11
Carnival Surprise by Tasha Coryell
People often mistook him for a Walmart greeter because of the smiley face pin he wore on his chest each day. He had never worked at Walmart, though he did do a brief stint at [...]
four dog track poems by B.R. Yeager
Milky Way I was too high and the customers could tell. Negating the cold water rubbed into my eye sockets. “Having fun, boy?” Donald winked. I pulled out his fourth [...]
2KBK by Cara Lorello
He left a note for me on the cardboard back cover of a notepad hung by a magnate on the fridge, all its paper gone from grocery lists, in thick, black marker script, his [...]
Two Poems by Jenya Doudareva
Single Malt Upward is where you look to find Unsatisfying answers to Somebody else’s dumb questions. Upward is the most optimal Direction for throwing shit To ensure that [...]
Three Poems by Sloane Eliot
there will be bruises Dark bar, dark stares in candle light champagne on tap, funneled into my mouth with alarming speed to keep from thinking the myriad ways in which i hate [...]
This Isn’t a Funeral by K. Barber
It is a sticky August afternoon, and flies keep landing on me like I’m a corpse. “Emily,” my mother chides. “Please. Don’t say [...]
Three Poems by Andrea Lawler
Life is a Book Written by Bukowski Sitting in the car in the sweltering heat in the hospital parking lot waiting for my mother to get off of work reading Love is a Dog from [...]
two poems by liz minette
After After you died, your house was still a mess; like always, always when we’d come over, you’d say ‘Excuse the mess.’ Step ladder and paint [...]
Take as Directed by Thomas Kearnes
Greg wants to quit the Effexor. He washes up for bed in the bathroom. I’m already under the covers, seated against the pillows, knees drawn up. The first month, he [...]
Two Poems by Michelle Watters
moon goddess moonlights as a suburban housewife she could be drawing down the moon but instead she loads the dishwasher reminds her daughter to do her homework she has the [...]
Three Poems by Ariel Francisco
Self Portrait With Moths After Rain Moths stumble through dusk, descending towards the glow of a glimmering lamppost mirrored in the water of a rain-filled pothole. Self [...]
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