the dj beckons them to the club
holla’–it’s time to spin, bust your move
to the lawn, to the chamber, arms in the air
everyone: “forty-five! forty-five!”
remix…errrr, skidding a new track
deeper into the moment
feeling the bass
under lyrics of a lie
the dj is a master puppeteer
narci-sizing new moves on the dance floor
moshpit sashays towards the privileged, the popular
insurecting the dancers, a storm of Qed
follows the dj in a shameful
dystopian democracy disco
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
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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
What an obscurity energy there’s no serenity A smile is what you’ll never see All you’ll hear is “In memory” Not a single ring on the telephone All you see
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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