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I just wanted to be sinister and other poems by Stephanie Valente

it’s just a little drop of blood on my shirt collar, nothing really – the lipstick is harder to rub out. WE’RE ALL UNICORN HUNTING obviously, if you had [...]

January 5, 2017

What She’s Made Of by Vincent Anioke

February 1, 2015

Stacey came over today. Her pink hair ribbon was gone, replaced by a sort of butterfly comb that raked through her auburn [...]
Two Poems by Cara Lorello

September 2, 2016

VIEW FROM A ROOM, OCEANSIDE Through a single window with vertical paneled curtains drawn back, I watched clouds cast off in [...]
Two Poems by Kayla Rae Candrilli

November 1, 2015

Pater Familias: Way with Words He waves from the sepia-toned dock, the folds in his Army uniform crisp. Forty-five years [...]
Vending Machine Press Issue #17

December 10, 2016

Photo by: Johannes Huwe The very fine writers for Issue 17 are: Crying in Cars With Ghosts by Maggie McEvoy Three [...]
this fish has no circadian rhythm (and it’s better off for it) by Chloe DeFilippis

March 11, 2017

the cicada in you sits on a rusted clothesline in the backyard a bird chased you into the sky once i had scarlet fever once [...]
An Inauguration Poem As Ghost Written For Donald Trump and other poems by J. Bradley

January 26, 2017

I thank thee, third party voter, for putting your ethics over your country. I am here today because of you. These last eight [...]
two poems by megan kemple

June 1, 2015

Thanks for the Christmas Present I’ve always preferred thunderstorms to sunny days, Rain on rusted tin roofs, steady as my [...]
Vending Machine Press Issue #2

February 1, 2014

We would like to say thank you to everyone who has supported Vending Machine Press since our inception last year. We have [...]
I am Chronos, The Bringer of Time by Adam Lock

October 23, 2017

Wait. Don’t do that yet. Let me talk to you. My name is Chronos, The Bringer Of Time. Some title huh? But don’t let it [...]
Flesh and Blood by Stuart Snelson

August 1, 2014

They would only be staying one night, of that he had been assured. He didn’t begrudge them their visit, at such short [...]
FOUR WAY INDEPENDENCE and other poems by Mark Belair

October 23, 2017

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 [...]
I’ve Been Interrupted Here Before by Jenya Doudareva

August 7, 2017

Crowd pours onto the pavement like a viscous liquid. Swallows yesterday’s residue – traces of discarded food, pocket [...]