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Summer Storm and Birds by Jason Brightwell

Evening sky sags in recovery, hanging a lantern — yellow half-light, birds recognize the nearing end of a summer storm. Still an angry rain kept time, assaulting nests, [...]

March 19, 2016

True Blue by Sarah Vernetti

April 1, 2015

Amber had almost survived another day. The children scrambled to find their places in line. A whirlwind of backpacks and [...]
Sorry there are demons in the weather and other poems by Luke Bradley

January 14, 2017

Tilting up to bluelit bottles like organ pipes and gulping the air, the wonder of five hypothetical storeys, dread will fill [...]
sometimes people ask me if i’m mad and i say no by Shy Watson

February 27, 2017

order me caviar you cheap fuck order me caviar my bones become dismantled in the rain what more could you want from me my [...]
End Times by Amy Saul-Zerby

March 2, 2017

I am a bridal registry at a sex shop. You are a plane crash. I am the dental records used to identify your corpse. Our teeth [...]
On Balancing On A Steel Girder by Jacob Aiello

April 1, 2015

Have you seen those photographs of the shirtless men balancing on steel girders thousands of feet above New York City? Yes. [...]
Self Portrait with Sweet Red Wine by Mica Evans

November 1, 2015

I blot my lipstick in all the wrong places like on the lining of my goodwill purse my jacket sleeve the window on the back [...]
Confessions of a Lunch Thief by Allie Marini Batts

December 1, 2013

I’m just like any other kind of criminal. I started small. In kindergarten. My life of crime can be traced back to a [...]
Vending Machine Press Issue #6

October 1, 2014

Dear Readers, Welcome to the new issue of Vending Machine Press. We would to thank everyone in the writing community for [...]
New Place by Rebecca Guest

October 1, 2014

The promise of newly painted walls lining empty rooms, a kind of hubris that sings up your arms, popping goosepimples of [...]
Take as Directed by Thomas Kearnes

August 1, 2015

Greg wants to quit the Effexor. He washes up for bed in the bathroom. I’m already under the covers, seated against the [...]
Two Poems by Michelle Watters

August 1, 2015

moon goddess moonlights as a suburban housewife she could be drawing down the moon but instead she loads the dishwasher [...]
Cena Trimalchionis by Benjamin Goluboff

December 29, 2016

The long withdrawing roar can no longer be heard above the small-arms fire from the clubs and schools and churches. Forests [...]

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