Gnashing Teeth Publishing

| words that get in your teeth

Nom de flèche by James Cole

If I could stick an arrow into God,
spilled free from bow or empowered gray
with spire, run whooping raw in thunder,
dab with relish those puddles of the kill,
	then I would never need
	to be any better than I am. 
Fair shot, he’d say, but you’ve 
killed a quarry you cannot dress.
        I will take with me his ribs,
and raise buttresses. Hew the pleura
to frame my vault. Relieve the Pantocrator 
        in soft minuscules of stain.
For my sake, he’d say, I hope
you’re kidding. For my sake,
        I hope I am too.

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Pushcart Prize Nominees for 2023

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

BOOK REVIEW: gossypiin by Ra Malika Imhotep

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

The Reflection by Nadia Nunez

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


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