lisa meckel

On The Lace Lichen Trail She Mourns A Tree After A Week Of Storms by Lisa Meckel

Off the trail, another great pine massacred by wind and rain. This great gray-chested body felled, no longer a giant against the horizon. Its ripped-out roots cemented with [...]

December 10, 2016

When cleaning out the closet I find your needles by Suzanne Richardson

Next to a photo album, a shoebox full of mixtapes, a lock of my hair— is your portal glowing like a neon in a liquor store [...]
Witness by Leigh Fisher

There’s a small, quiet person Hanging in the doorway just a little too afraid to sleep Lingering at the top of the stairs [...]
Green Light by Lauren Jonik

“Stand clear of the closing doors, please.” The familiar recording echoed throughout the subway car. As if on cue, the [...]
Three Poems by Sarah A. O’Brien

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 [...]
Ready for Texas by Nicole Bennett

Digging into the sweet potatoes with the two knives held between his ﬁngers like chopsticks, he asked me, “Where are [...]
two poems by megan kemple

Thanks for the Christmas Present I’ve always preferred thunderstorms to sunny days, Rain on rusted tin roofs, steady as my [...]
Two Poems by Raphael Maurice

UTOPIA This is the hard land of miracles. Land of arias over the fields, land of music made by the god at morning. Land of [...]
A Victory by Raphael Maurice

The ocean was black near the shore and farther out a storm was massing in the sky. He sat, looking out over the water, [...]
Vending Machine Press Issue #9

Photo by – Johannes Huwe The very fine writers for Issue 9 are: He by Lauren Millici Spill by Karie Fugett Four Poems [...]
Crying in Cars with Ghosts by Maggie McEvoy

Footsteps follow me in the parking lot, looking back I see only dead leaves turning in the breeze —it must be the ghosts. [...]
The Prescription by Jenya Doudareva

It was about time to renew summer. Traditionally, a person or a group that had the necessary power would do it. It was [...]
the rainy part of the world by mark petterson

After the rundown middle school where I tutor a thirteen-year-old who reads at a second-grade level, and really we just read [...]