They stormed the building,
but no one stopped them,
bent on the lies their leader keeps on feeding them,
as they reeked with determination to overturn the results.
No one was hurt,
not a single bullet or tear gas went their way;
it was a violent protest,
yet they treated it as though it was a tea party,
but none of them were a George Floyd or Breonna Taylor,
it was evident, white supremacy at its best;
as they continue to rely on the lies their leader continues to feed them.
Gnashing Teeth Publishing is proud to submit the following poems for consideration of the Pushcart Prize. Each of these nominees had work published by us in 2023, whether online or
Roots, ancestors, bending limbs and time. Ra Malika Imhotep’s gossypiin is a harvest of the experiences and discussions of black women. The meaning of the title, like many of her
We are super psyched to introduce you to our newest team member – Brooke Feichtl. She is coming on board as our new Marketing Consultant and Fiction Editor. Brooke is
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if you glance in the mirror and see horns growing from your pale, naked skin you’re going to have a bad day but there is no reason for fear or
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