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

Vending Machine Press Issue #4

June 1, 2014

Dear Readers, Although it is summer in the northern hemisphere in the southern hemisphere we are preparing for winter. [...]
Milk Crates by Melanie Tague

April 1, 2014

I watched you once sitting on the bench by the courthouse, staring at the ground and I whispered that you were missing the [...]
Someday I’ll Love Meg Johnson and other poems by Meg Johnson

September 11, 2017

Even though she is a biological woman who wants to be a drag queen. Even though I read her diary and she confessed [...]
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 [...]
On Balancing On A Steel Girder by Jacob Aiello

April 1, 2015

Have you seen those photographs of the shirtless men balancing on steel girders thousands of feet above New York City? Yes. [...]
About The Universe by Eleanore Lee

September 2, 2016

Why worry? In five billion years our sun will become a spuming red giant. Will it matter then who got Mother’s Ming [...]
The Visitors by Sheldon Lee Compton

March 13, 2017

Uma made a habit of standing in front of a full mirror with a towel wrapped around her head. Always like this when she was [...]
Four Poems by Dorothy Chan

January 7, 2017

Sonnet XXV: Hong Kong Crabs Hold on for Dear Life Hong Kong crabs are holding on for dear life as Dad takes the tongs and I [...]
Let He Who Is Without by Kevin Brown

December 1, 2014

She carved my sins in soil we left untended, remains of a garden from the previous owners, letting time and wind wear them [...]
Over and other poems by Donna Dallas

February 12, 2017

Damn girl. Look at you. Who made venom so thick course through your blood? The cold flow of winter is in you. Blue blood, [...]
A moment of thought while drinking my morning coffee by Barry Yeoman

November 1, 2015

A gray misty sky hangs down low to demand retrospection. Yesterday is an ancient dream I don’t remember what I dreamt [...]
Patience, Dear by Ira Herbold

October 1, 2014

I am waiting in a darkened room, facing the door, hands on knees. I am waiting for Christianity to seem plausible. I am [...]

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