Vending Machine Press Issue #12
Photo by: Johannes Huwe The very fine writers for issue 12 are: Two Poems by Michelle Brooks At Least by Jennifer Saunders Self Portrait with Sweet Red Wine by Mica Evans [...]
issue 12
Two Poems by Michelle Brooks
Three Mile Island at Night I am waiting for the disaster of my life to reveal itself. All the elements are present for an accident of serious consequence. When it does, I [...]
At Least by Jennifer Saunders
The pills that stop the crazy kill the words No mania, no voice An empty shell exterior A med muddled mind existing until the next dose The sentences that once spewed freely [...]
Self Portrait with Sweet Red Wine by Mica Evans
I blot my lipstick in all the wrong places like on the lining of my goodwill purse my jacket sleeve the window on the back of the bus I sing outloud in all the wrong moments [...]
Farmington, Maine : The Warmth of Winter by Julia Guarch
Every winter jacket I ever owned paired with layers made me feel like the walking Marshmallow Man from Ghostbusters, my hands always icicles even under the thickest gloves, [...]
Six Poems by Daniel Burttram
Another Draw She waits for him in their car, out in the parking lot, hoping that a train won’t pass—cutting through the crisp night air, its blast would only wake [...]
Two Poems by Kayla Rae Candrilli
Pater Familias: Way with Words He waves from the sepia-toned dock, the folds in his Army uniform crisp. Forty-five years later, grandfather remains a mystery to my father and [...]
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 wears braids to her waist and the train outside slides [...]
Three Poems by Bennett Allen
Losing My Edge What’s it like to be a gay warden? Sorry, deputy warden I want to ask him but don’t He smelled me out right away First thing’s first [...]
Voices in the Belfry by Keith Moul
I met for years with contrary shades of my own being, pressed heatedly my claims; duly performed suitable penalties; hauled from life’s mine tons of ore. In fact, some [...]
A moment of thought while drinking my morning coffee by Barry Yeoman
A gray misty sky hangs down low to demand retrospection. Yesterday is an ancient dream I don’t remember what I dreamt last night. What were you dreaming? Everyday is [...]
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