wasteland

Like Breath, Like Air by Mari Pack

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 through the valley of the damned in the deadest places [...]

March 3, 2017

Confessions of a Lunch Thief by Allie Marini Batts

December 1, 2013

I’m just like any other kind of criminal. I started small. In kindergarten. My life of crime can be traced back to a [...]
scars and other stories by stefan lutter

February 22, 2017

Dim lights and crowded room shoes scuffing and embarrassed cell phones. Prominent man, stands, emphasizes his [...]
A Modern Yiddish Dictionary by Mari Pack

March 23, 2017

I. The old Ashkenazim at my office say “nuu” when they want something like fucking Israeli teenagers they are restless, [...]
John and the Rainbow Whatever by Christopher DiCicco

January 4, 2016

John understood the rainbow, which is why he kept his hands on the red. He waited until it hurt, until he felt the colors [...]
De Stijl by Sarah Vernetti

September 2, 2016

Claire stands and struggles to find her balance. The walls, the floor, the ceiling converge as a single plane, the seams [...]
A Thing From Spain by Ashlie Allen

July 27, 2017

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 [...]
Example 52 by JD DeHart

October 1, 2014

That lack of response to my chance Good Morning, the stare when I wave hello, yet another example of why I dislike most [...]
Vending Machine Press Issue #8

February 1, 2015

Photo by: Johannes Huwe The very fine writers for Issue 8 are: Dying To Leave By Ashlie Allen French Press by Hannah White [...]
In Retrospect and other poems by Z.M.Wise

August 2, 2017

I should have looked both ways. I should have seen your forceful wishes to confuse me into mental paralysis. If I should [...]
Autumn leaves and other poems by Alison Znamierowski

October 23, 2017

Autumn Leaves with Pictures we opened each other like maps explored, traced our fingers along every outline, got utterly and [...]
ACQUA DI PARMA and other poems by Frank Rubino

October 23, 2017

Not that green afternoon, when walking by a taco truck near Montclair High School, I felt a bird drop a load on my forehead. [...]
Shake Loose by Claire Stamler-Goody

August 2, 2017

Adam used to love his phone. He carried it everywhere and every time it buzzed, he melted. He fidgeted whenever the battery [...]