laurie reiche

Fucking a Enuch by Laurie Lessen Reiche

Entanglements. Facebook is Fascist. Don’t you love me? Don’t you get me? Poor marching drummer fallen in a ditch, legs broken, beside the empty road. Leaves are falling [...]

December 10, 2016

Three Poems by Alita Pirkopf

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 [...]
Like Breath, Like Air by Mari Pack

Oh, for fuck’s sake when I die, don’t tell them I was full of life say instead, that I was air and that I swept [...]
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 [...]
A Frosty Laburnum Morning While Listening To Duck Stab! by David R Miller

Mildly stoned, with my elbows supported by the back deck railing, I leant forward toward the expanse of unmown lawn that [...]
Mind Herbs by Ashlie Allen

He brought me herbs, though I was not sick in the body. No one could see where the illness lived except him. First, he [...]
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 [...]
June’s suspicious eyes by Raphael Maurice

You would say root and I saw it, the deep goodness of brittle earth. Blossom, you’d sing, as I licked my lips & fell [...]
A DATING PROFILE THAT HAS BEEN PARTIALLY FILLED IN WITH A SMARTPHONE’S PREDICTIVE TEXT FEATURE and other poems by Linette Reeman

[after Madeline Lessing] My name is: HELLO BEAUTIFUL I AM ALIVE TODAY AND PHEW BOY AM I DOING SOMETHING WRONG My age is: [...]
Someday I’ll Love Meg Johnson and other poems by Meg Johnson

Even though she is a biological woman who wants to be a drag queen. Even though I read her diary and she confessed [...]
At my sons concert and other poems by Justin Hyde

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 [...]
Three Poems by M.F Nagel

Love or a trick of light Somewhere East of the the pale moons of twilight Cometh the iceman Sing ‘in memory in vespers’ [...]
Vending Machine Press Issue #6

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