Vending Machine Press Issue #15
Photo by: Johannes Huwe The very fine writers for Issue 15 are: and when i by Alison Leigh Znamierowski All Types of Powerlessness by Ashlie Allen Two Poems by Jenya [...]
issue 15
and when i by Alison Leigh Znamierowski
when you left in summer i watched moonlight fall squarely onto your pillow where your full-moon shoulder once waxed and waned with each breath beside me when you left in [...]
All types of powerlessness by Ashlie Allen
I like when I get dizzy and feel like talking about my misery after drinking. I can admit I am suicidal and laugh about it. Sometimes I try to crawl, just to prove to myself [...]
Two Poems by Jenya Doudareva
Music And Lyrics By I was there I was there I was There I was there I was there when The clouds were melting icebergs Leaking into the sky, gazed at By a young boy born the [...]
Two Poems by Chloe Clark
All the Tea that My Creepy Heart Desires Lapsang souchong, oolong, or maybe pu-erh, tasting of hay, of smoke, of the sun rising in pine forests, but I could be wrong there [...]
Three Poems by Molly Kelley
A Quality Skull I have a quality skull. I could find it in the dark. Stripped of its skin. I could hook my finger through the eye socket and know. Non-plastic, insoluble. I [...]
Two Poems by Raphael Maurice
UTOPIA This is the hard land of miracles. Land of arias over the fields, land of music made by the god at morning. Land of nerves, land of the timpani-heart, savage, struck [...]
Toxic Shock by Alex Creece
First Aid 1.01: do not remove an embedded object yourself. Even after the obligatory hospital visit, I was never fully cleansed of each person I had loved. Some were ticks; [...]
No One Sees Until They’re Dead by Mary Julia Klimenko
Take me back to Italy where you threw my suitcase out of the third story window at midnight, and I screamed, “Fuck you.” and ran downstairs and sat on my suitcase in the [...]
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 Arizona, the bare and intentional road straightening [...]
Pitiful by Jeffrey Zable
Driving home in a cold, pouring rain I spot this guy limping along in the street completely barefoot, wearing only a t-shirt with pants hanging halfway down his behind. [...]
Struck Birds by Catharine Lucas
San Gregorio State Beach, California Tide-packed sands; cliffscapes, buff and russet. One bleached rock thrust skyward, its sharp-edged gleam startling a blue so deep it [...]
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