j.j krill

Insurance Purposes by J.J. Krill

scrambling to figure out what to do after leaving the holding tank an actual clinic some where is looking like fifty-grand a month who’s got that kind of money the hospital [...]

April 10, 2017

Sleeping and other poems by Simone Savannah

February 9, 2017

She says last night I was all over the bed pushing her to the edge of it and I am laughing with her because I remember how [...]
The Prescription by Jenya Doudareva

March 1, 2017

It was about time to renew summer. Traditionally, a person or a group that had the necessary power would do it. It was [...]
April Sleeps in Velvet by Marie Abate

June 1, 2014

April has a headache. She doesn’t want to take her pills. She remembers last night, the tavern on the other side of town [...]
Two Poems by Emily Bernard

June 1, 2015

TAKE A LEAF FROM MARY’S BOOK Virginal – winding as a wordy tour of a world For thrill rides – a four-minute [...]
this fish has no circadian rhythm (and it’s better off for it) by Chloe DeFilippis

March 11, 2017

the cicada in you sits on a rusted clothesline in the backyard a bird chased you into the sky once i had scarlet fever once [...]
The Morning of the Day by Lee Foust

April 1, 2014

I half sat/half lay propped up on a pillow in bed looking out the bay window in the nearest corner of Betty’s large [...]
Two Poems by Chelsea Eckert

December 1, 2014

THE ASEXUAL “I am sorry for your loss,” he said when I mentioned that after ten some- odd years of psychotropics, I was [...]
On a Photograph Never Taken of F. Scott Fitzgerald and Friends, Manhattan, May 1, 1920 by Benjamin Goluboff

September 2, 2016

Fifth Avenue had been cleared and they drove Stanley Dell’s Buick twelve blocks down the parade route before a cop [...]
What’s In A Name? by Audrey Wick

December 28, 2016

She told me she thought about naming me Annabel Lee, after the famous female in Edgar Allan Poe’s poem. Instead, she named [...]
Grocery List by Elizabeth Bolton

August 21, 2017

There is, here in my hand, a small blue rectangle of grocery list like the looping invitation to a banquet that awaits and [...]
Stomach language by Ashlie Allen

June 7, 2017

I don’t want to sit down. My stomach is roaring, but my mind is roaring louder. “Don’t go close to them. They think [...]
Vending Machine Press Issue #14

March 19, 2016

Photo by: Johannes Huwe The very fine writers for issue 14 are: Summer Storm and Birds by Jason Brightwell I Want To Be Like [...]