suzanne richardson

When cleaning out the closet I find your needles by Suzanne Richardson

Next to a photo album, a shoebox full of mixtapes, a lock of my hair— is your portal glowing like a neon in a liquor store window: OPEN the metal blinks. The door to your [...]

April 1, 2015

Off Season & Real Image, Lens, Virtual Image by Jenya Doudareva

November 26, 2018

Off Season Sticky heat, sounds of electrical lines, traffic, commotion – all gone. The blue of the sky is crispier, [...]
Lies to Tell the Body and other poems by Alyse Bensel

March 5, 2017

To become the opposite of orgasm, I practiced ………..breathing with the cyst nestled in my left ovary, where [...]
Firefly by Gladys Justin Carr

September 2, 2016

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

December 1, 2014

I met Valerie when I was working on her parent’s house. It was me and Jack and the other guys on our team swinging [...]
The Origin of Trees by Jane-Rebecca Cannarella

December 31, 2016

Palm trees belong to two states: California and Florida. But more to California than Florida – Florida is where oranges [...]
I WANT TO BE LIKE CIRCE POISONING THE SEA by DEIRDRE COYLE

March 19, 2016

When the god, Glaucus, fell in love with the sea nymph, Scylla, and Scylla rejected him, Glaucus went to the witch, [...]
four dog track poems by B.R. Yeager

August 1, 2015

Milky Way I was too high and the customers could tell. Negating the cold water rubbed into my eye sockets. “Having fun, [...]
Vending Machine Press Issue #13

January 4, 2016

Photo by: Johannes Huwe The very fine writers for issue 13 are: A Milton Bradley Game by Hilary Sideris Radio Truth [...]
Elvis Would So by Rijn Collins

August 1, 2014

I’ve always assumed that at some point I’ll live next door to a carny. I mean, wouldn’t you? Most kids scan the [...]
Observer Effect by Jenya Doudareva

July 11, 2017

Sparrows flying close to the ground means that it will rain. Sparrows bathing in sand means that it will rain. Is that how [...]
The Season Finale by Carly Berg

February 1, 2014

George, I realized as we turned onto our street, had ruined my life. His eagerness to play big provider made it too easy to just be a mother. Our daughter barely looked up from chatting with her new dorm mates when I waved good-bye. Now I was nothing. <a href=""> Read More... [...]
Poetry Quintet by Jessica Mehta

December 28, 2016

Ma’am, I Am Tonight Rare are the great moments recognized in the making. That night in Nashville, the rooftop, the five of [...]