Vending Machine Press Issue #6
Dear Readers, Welcome to the new issue of Vending Machine Press. We would to thank everyone in the writing community for being so kind to us in our rookie year. I hope you [...]
Issue 6
Cardboard City by Paul Tristram
The Winter winds blow cold and hard under the desolate railway bridge but at least he won’t be waking up to a policeman urinating upon him this far out from the city [...]
Patience, Dear by Ira Herbold
I am waiting in a darkened room, facing the door, hands on knees. I am waiting for Christianity to seem plausible. I am waiting for certainty, for it to wake me in the night [...]
South to Savannah by Chris Campanioni
The sun came through the dashboard and died under another overpass, air as thick as dreams, wanting as you might sometimes consider just about everything: a crimson sunset [...]
Driving Through Fog by AJ Huffman
Highway markers tick by, blurry sentinels barely breaking the monotony of trees, their black skeletal arms directing me onward. My mind gives them life, watches them rise [...]
New Place by Rebecca Guest
The promise of newly painted walls lining empty rooms, a kind of hubris that sings up your arms, popping goosepimples of possibility Moving and heaving and labor, the cutting [...]
Loss is by April Salzano
not the contact paper on broken walls, the hammock no one used, the black strap that didn’t seem able to stop the badness. At forty, I finally understand—loss is not not [...]
The Silver Birch by Vincent O’Connor
In the garden of my deceased dad there stood a single tree. It bore no fruit, offered no druids’ code, brought forth no metaphors of use. It gave us only shade and aerial [...]
Example 52 by JD DeHart
That lack of response to my chance Good Morning, the stare when I wave hello, yet another example of why I dislike most examples of our species, another reason to say, as the [...]
Queen City by Richard Luftig
If the world comes to an end, I want to be in Cincinnati. Everything comes there ten years later. – Attributed to Mark Twain. This is the town that turned its back to the [...]
Two Poems by Daniel Wallock
Barren Walking in, the hallow, whites of, the moonlight, my heart beats, silent hums. My eyes, shed frozen, tears, and my mind, wanders over, her lips. Her touch, sweeping, [...]
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