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Psalm by Mark Tretin

PSALM The stammer of the crow is me. The stilted stream is me. The stinkweed fouling the roots of the sycamore is me. So here I stand, sick, among blue flowers. Yet the [...]

September 2, 2016

Behavior Pattern by Frank Rubino

I have very much liked you— to feel one has acted well— My behaviors were in admiration of you and perhaps imitative [...]
Vending Machine Press Issue #12

Photo by: Johannes Huwe The very fine writers for issue 12 are: Two Poems by Michelle Brooks At Least by Jennifer Saunders [...]
Grocery List by Elizabeth Bolton

There is, here in my hand, a small blue rectangle of grocery list like the looping invitation to a banquet that awaits and [...]
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 [...]
Vending Machine Press Issue #17

Photo by: Johannes Huwe The very fine writers for Issue 17 are: Crying in Cars With Ghosts by Maggie McEvoy Three [...]
ACQUA DI PARMA and other poems by Frank Rubino

Not that green afternoon, when walking by a taco truck near Montclair High School, I felt a bird drop a load on my forehead. [...]
I’ve Been Interrupted Here Before by Jenya Doudareva

Crowd pours onto the pavement like a viscous liquid. Swallows yesterday’s residue – traces of discarded food, pocket [...]
Nine by Sarah Boland

Fall left with a heavy sigh As the willow trees bid farewell to the leaves with tears in their eyes. The willows wish for [...]
A moment of thought while drinking my morning coffee by Barry Yeoman

A gray misty sky hangs down low to demand retrospection. Yesterday is an ancient dream I don’t remember what I dreamt [...]
I am Chronos, The Bringer of Time by Adam Lock

Wait. Don’t do that yet. Let me talk to you. My name is Chronos, The Bringer Of Time. Some title huh? But don’t let it [...]
Take as Directed by Thomas Kearnes

Greg wants to quit the Effexor. He washes up for bed in the bathroom. I’m already under the covers, seated against the [...]
Rock Pools by F.C Malby

‘Look, a starfish, bright orange. Look at it.’ Sophie points to the ripples in the rock pool, her pigtails drop down [...]