old bones

Six Poems by Benjamin Blake

Old Bones Weary, bleary-eyed distraction Forever trying to make it home Shuffling ‘round the living room, slipper-clad Chain-smoking on the front porch Weighing-up the size [...]

January 6, 2017

Blizzard of 1950, Eatontown NJ by Lee Landau

June 1, 2015

Sometimes, too many times Mom went crazy, never meant for children, particularly three girls in a low rent, attached home, [...]
Like Breath, Like Air by Mari Pack

March 3, 2017

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 [...]
Vending Machine Press Issue #5

August 1, 2014

Dear Readers, Welcome to the new issue of Vending Machine Press. The quality of the writers we have encountered so far [...]
False Narratives and other poems by Lauren Suchenski

March 20, 2017

False narratives this one was the one I concocted – news (though it was fake, it was new) or olds or things sold, [...]
From The Book of Smaller by rob mclennan

July 27, 2017

Postcard to Gil McElroy A sketch. An apparatus of mish-mash. Salutations. Systematic checks. My legs were cold. Mezzanine. [...]
Take as Directed by Thomas Kearnes

August 1, 2015

Greg wants to quit the Effexor. He washes up for bed in the bathroom. I’m already under the covers, seated against the [...]
Planting Flowers and other poems by Paul Wiegel

February 20, 2017

Each one blooms a beginning. They look like white teacup tops, or like a lobes of the brain with all those tucks and folds [...]
Archaeologist by Emma Fissenden

June 1, 2014

sifting through her dresser drawer distracted by the staccato hum of the pipes upstairs, by the cat leaping, less gracefully [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]
Untitled #3 by Mike Lafontaine

June 1, 2014

My father appeared to me in a dream last night. I was walking down the street in my old neighbourhood. I was looking at my [...]