rob mclennan

From The Book of Smaller by rob mclennan

Postcard to Gil McElroy A sketch. An apparatus of mish-mash. Salutations. Systematic checks. My legs were cold. Mezzanine. My other body. Years apart. Geometries of [...]

July 27, 2017

South to Savannah by Chris Campanioni

The sun came through the dashboard and died under another overpass, air as thick as dreams, wanting as you might sometimes [...]
A Thing From Spain by Ashlie Allen

They know I am not fluent in English, but still approach me. “Why are your eyes so black? Why do you look like you’ve [...]
Angry Young Man by Raphael Maurice

I dropkicked the Holy Book before the morning Mass. You don’t, barring dreamless sleeps & drugs, tend to believe all [...]
Slick as an Albino Seal from Knee to Toe and other poems by Jeremiah Driver

lit by moonlight, she said I want you to know I’m beautiful. Her shirt folded above her head like a jellyfish. She hid her [...]
FOUR WAY INDEPENDENCE and other poems by Mark Belair

FOUR-WAY INDEPENDENCE Try this at home: Sit in a chair and count out loud to four in a loop, then start tapping your right [...]
sometimes people ask me if i’m mad and i say no by Shy Watson

order me caviar you cheap fuck order me caviar my bones become dismantled in the rain what more could you want from me my [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]
Life Hack by Jessica Bonder

Denial, it ain’t just a river. This is what passes for psychoanalytical comedy, cross-stitched on a decorative accent [...]
Thirty by Rachel Harrison

At the age of 24 you will take a good long look in the mirror and realize that your face is asymmetrical. You won’t [...]
Two Poems by Shoshanna Beale

Lost In this grey and desolate world I wander like a ghost through haunted cityscapes and narrow muted streets, and I search [...]
Sadness and other poems by George Franklin

I talk about sadness as though she were a dinner guest Who’s overstayed her welcome. It’s one in the morning and She’s [...]