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Three Poems by Sloane Eliot Mariem

Heresy for the Nonbeliever / Mistaking Real Things for Shadows No refuge here, not with you no room for my veiled language (you’ll find ways to understand) what is this [...]

December 10, 2016

Spill by Karie Fugett

The day my husband died, April 20, 2010, BP oil poured into the Gulf of Mexico. I was told about the spill weeks later, [...]
The Last Guest and other poems by Olivia Mardwig

It was for a birthday- around a table, flutes of wine and smoke. Laid out- dishes of shifting water for the ash, tapped into [...]
How to Explain to Your Ex Why Their X-Ray’s Your Desktop by Margaryta Golovchenko

Her mother named her White Dahlia, the consequence of unplanned pregnancy while studying forensics. Or so she told the boy [...]
please leave a message and other poems by katie lewington

the echo of a call rings on voicemail left undeleted repeated until the words are a mantra in your head have to let go but [...]
Three Poems by Molly Kelley

A Quality Skull I have a quality skull. I could find it in the dark. Stripped of its skin. I could hook my finger through [...]
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 [...]
Pollen for the un-buried monster by Ashlie Allen

Grandma sat on the steps with me, not to spend time but to show me mercy. “You stink, little man.” she coughed. “Are [...]
Example 52 by JD DeHart

That lack of response to my chance Good Morning, the stare when I wave hello, yet another example of why I dislike most [...]
Planting Flowers and other poems by Paul Wiegel

Each one blooms a beginning. They look like white teacup tops, or like a lobes of the brain with all those tucks and folds [...]
Struck Birds by Catharine Lucas

San Gregorio State Beach, California Tide-packed sands; cliffscapes, buff and russet. One bleached rock thrust skyward, its [...]
Three Poems by Alita Pirkopf

I have learned to walk I have learned to walk in white fog— so warm it stifled and turned to thick steam. It didn’t [...]
Firefly by Gladys Justin Carr

I dabble in wings in variations of flux Heraclitus is my friend everything in the world is my living room I am not pretty [...]