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The wine label as poetry, 2 by Lindsey Thaden

JUAN CARLOS CUCHILLO FAMILY FARMS Rico Red Reserve Tinto Fino SONOMA COUNTY 2016 It started with a boy and a grape. In 1968, young Juan Carlos Cuchillo [...]

July 4, 2017

Leah’s Other Self by Daniel Thompson

February 1, 2014

The first shouts come from her little sister. “Leah, Leah, Leah.” She hears her sister but convinces herself another [...]
Autumn leaves and other poems by Alison Znamierowski

October 23, 2017

Autumn Leaves with Pictures we opened each other like maps explored, traced our fingers along every outline, got utterly and [...]
Vending Machine Press Issue #9

April 1, 2015

Photo by – Johannes Huwe The very fine writers for Issue 9 are: He by Lauren Millici Spill by Karie Fugett Four Poems [...]
Mimicking the path we walk by Mike Bernicchi

September 4, 2017

Between the idea And the reality Between the motion And the act Falls the Shadow Peonies stagger paths worn in spots they [...]
Seasonally Affected and Disordered by Judith Cody

March 19, 2016

Sky stuffed with leaden clouds seeming ready to suffocate like a soggy pillow feeling like the regulation issue California [...]
Coffee and Cigarettes and other poems by Benjamin Blake

March 1, 2019

Coffee & Cigarettes Sometimes, life doesn’t seem so bad A pot of black coffee brewing on the kitchen counter Cigarette [...]
I’ve Been Interrupted Here Before by Jenya Doudareva

August 7, 2017

Crowd pours onto the pavement like a viscous liquid. Swallows yesterday’s residue – traces of discarded food, pocket [...]
Innocent and Smirky by Paul Beckham

October 23, 2017

My mother always stressed good deeds but my other relatives seemed oblivious to the concept. I was required to do at least [...]
What Light Makes a Star? by Joanna C. Valente & Stephanie Valente

March 16, 2017

who i decide to take as a lover might be one of life’s great mysteries – listen lover, when you ask me if there are [...]
Three Poems by Alita Pirkopf

September 2, 2016

I have learned to walk I have learned to walk in white fog— so warm it stifled and turned to thick steam. It didn’t [...]
In Which All of My White Ex-Boyfriends Simultaneously Run For President by Khaya Osbourne

May 29, 2017

the careless whisper, soft pair of lips, hushed ‘i love you’ that you threw into the night comes back to your [...]
Six Poems by Aaron Graham

January 4, 2016

THE BOOTS ON THE GROUND The boots on the ground aren’t boots they’re packs of young men roaming streets eternal [...]