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Self Portrait with Sweet Red Wine by Mica Evans

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 of the bus I sing outloud in all the wrong moments [...]

November 1, 2015

The King of Hearts is the Loneliest of Kings and other poems by Steve Passey

February 18, 2019

The King of Hearts is the Loneliest of Kings Scars and Tattoos: Every scar is a story; a tattoo is just someone else’s [...]
The Wall of Hearts Desire by Donna Lynn Marsh

February 5, 2017

I always wanted a wall. Actually, I wanted four. They hold roofs really well and who among us doesn’t want a roof over [...]
Two Poems by Jenya Doudareva

August 1, 2015

Single Malt Upward is where you look to find Unsatisfying answers to Somebody else’s dumb questions. Upward is the most [...]
Stomach language by Ashlie Allen

June 7, 2017

I don’t want to sit down. My stomach is roaring, but my mind is roaring louder. “Don’t go close to them. They think [...]
Two Poems by C.M. Keehl

September 2, 2016

I am at the same peninsula where you told me you loved me like lake michigan never one for wading but jump right from dock [...]
The Happy Light by Cari Scribner

March 19, 2016

As soon as I told my mother I wanted to leave my husband, she said I need to bump up my meds and get more sun. Seriously, [...]
Angry Young Man by Raphael Maurice

February 28, 2017

I dropkicked the Holy Book before the morning Mass. You don’t, barring dreamless sleeps & drugs, tend to believe all [...]
Six Poems by Benjamin Blake

January 6, 2017

Old Bones Weary, bleary-eyed distraction Forever trying to make it home Shuffling ‘round the living room, slipper-clad [...]
Vending Machine Press Issue #12

November 1, 2015

Photo by: Johannes Huwe The very fine writers for issue 12 are: Two Poems by Michelle Brooks At Least by Jennifer Saunders [...]
I am Chronos, The Bringer of Time by Adam Lock

October 23, 2017

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 [...]
The Repercussions of Clipping a Parrot’s Wings by Matthew Dexter

December 1, 2013

Last night, I loaded the pipe with freebase and watched the Houston Astros balling through the rusty rabbit ears. Ocean [...]
No One Sees Until They’re Dead by Mary Julia Klimenko

May 29, 2016

Take me back to Italy where you threw my suitcase out of the third story window at midnight, and I screamed, “Fuck you.” [...]

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