Jane-Rebecca Cannarella

Family of Four Lokos by Jane-Rebecca Cannarella

Stephanie, John, and Hector spent an evening in early July selling their art on a sidewalk in Old City. The money – all pooled together – was enough to buy plenty of Four [...]

February 26, 2017

The Origin of Trees by Jane-Rebecca Cannarella

Palm trees belong to two states: California and Florida. But more to California than Florida – Florida is where oranges grow on trees that are the result of shoots [...]

December 31, 2016

Come for the stunning career opportunities by Jenya Doudareva

April 3, 2017

Ox was running late again. To get to work, he had to cut through thick cold darkness from his cluster of lights to the next. [...]
Killing My Grandmother’s Grandaughter and other poems by Kanika Lawton

January 25, 2017

I think my body will always be an euphemism for apology, always too tall or too short or too wide or too thin. My hips [...]
Vending Machine Press Issue #2

February 1, 2014

We would like to say thank you to everyone who has supported Vending Machine Press since our inception last year. We have [...]
My Empty Stomach by Ashlie Allen

September 2, 2016

I am too dizzy to eat, though the lemon cake smells good. She made it for me because she knows I am sad. We will argue when [...]
the trial will resume tomorrow at 10 am by Cassandra de Alba

August 1, 2014

all the landmarks of my childhood become a toy town, a diorama of bad decisions. the places I grew with wrenched from me, [...]
At my sons concert and other poems by Justin Hyde

January 9, 2017

at my son’s concert on a little wooden chair next to my ex-wife in the auditorium. we don’t talk much outside of [...]
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 [...]
Two Poems by Leisha Douglas

March 19, 2016

WAITING Dogwood buds like tiny fists defy gray skies and leafless trees. Amid the pallor of necessary fire, I wait curled [...]
Three Poems by Sarah A. O’Brien

March 19, 2016

This Isn’t a Poem About Cold Hands my hands are cold at the moment (when aren’t they, really), so they look purple (this [...]
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 [...]
Spill by Karie Fugett

April 1, 2015

The day my husband died, April 20, 2010, BP oil poured into the Gulf of Mexico. I was told about the spill weeks later, [...]
Interview with Shae Krispinsky

September 4, 2017

What was your early life like? Where did you grow up? Early life was Western Pennsylvania, catching fireflies and [...]

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