Vending Machine Press Issue #9
Photo by – Johannes Huwe The very fine writers for Issue 9 are: He by Lauren Millici Spill by Karie Fugett Four Poems by Justin Hyde When cleaning out the closet I find [...]
issue 9
he by lauren millici
says I’m a break from routine. Spends the night inside of me, a vacancy at a Motel Six. Fucks without his wedding ring, pays in ripped sheets and apologies. Swears he’s [...]
Spill by Karie Fugett
The day my husband died, April 20, 2010, BP oil poured into the Gulf of Mexico. I was told about the spill weeks later, sometime between the day I buried him and the day our [...]
four poems by Justin Hyde
i haven’t been with his wife in three months as i come out of the showers towel around my waist at the ymca he’s standing at a locker across from me stripping off [...]
When cleaning out the closet I find your needles by Suzanne Richardson
Next to a photo album, a shoebox full of mixtapes, a lock of my hair— is your portal glowing like a neon in a liquor store window: OPEN the metal blinks. The door to your [...]
girls with griffins in their eyes need to wear contacts by Calvero
I saw a pretty girl in a cafe today. She was sitting alone and sipping some kinda coffee drink. She looked like that musty smell in your grandmother’s closet. Except [...]
How were we to know? by Daniel Von der Embse
A small, scented patch of paper is all that remains of the time we lived together above the all-night barbershop on Claremont Ave. You made me ox-tail soup and took care of [...]
Colossal by Ruth Daniell
“Aren’t you going to say anything?” Paul ignores the question. Instead, he glances down at the coffee-table that Mel insisted on buying two years ago: polished dark [...]
True Blue by Sarah Vernetti
Amber had almost survived another day. The children scrambled to find their places in line. A whirlwind of backpacks and lunchboxes collided, inexplicably, into two straight [...]
San Juans by Dede Cummings
From here she can see no islands, only a mountain beyond water mostly purple-black and defying the orange-spreading sky. Beginning a new day with a fragment of a dream, she [...]
Patty Ahoy by Cezarija Abartis
Patty walked in stiffly and dropped her bookbag by the coffee table. Her eyes were red from crying. I put aside my waitress’ uniform with the button I was sewing on it and [...]
A Series of Controlled Explosions By David Haight
Evelyn sat at the kitchen table the tiny hands of her tiny body wrapped in supplication around her coffee cup and never once looked at her husband of thirty-nine years. This [...]
On Balancing On A Steel Girder by Jacob Aiello
Have you seen those photographs of the shirtless men balancing on steel girders thousands of feet above New York City? Yes. They look like they’re relaxing in a lawn chair [...]
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