Gnashing Teeth Publishing

| words that get in your teeth

Pieces by Mona Mehas

There are pieces of you around my house,
too much of you remains in my home.

When I think about what you left behind,
aftershave and wine glasses in my house,

records we listened to while we made love,
there’s no room for me here in my home,

clothing and jewelry you purchased for me,
I wore in photos scattered around my house.

You need to do some collecting –
I’ll convert this back to my sweet home.

Bio: Mona Mehas (she/her) writes about growing up poor, accumulating grief, and the climate from the perspective of a retired, disabled teacher in Indiana, USA. Her work has been published in over forty journals, anthologies, and online museums. Mona is a Trekkie and enjoys watching Star Trek shows and movies in chronological order. Her pamphlet, ‘Questions I Didn’t Know I’d Asked,’ is forthcoming with LJMcD Communications. Follow on Twitter @Patienc77732097 and linktr.ee/monaiv.

young woman with red hair smiling at the camera with a white paper umbrella behind her

like pretty tulips by linda m. crate

everything has been hard and heavy, as of late; in my world and the world at large— so yesterday i was drinking in small wonders like pretty tulips dancing out

What I Can Offer You by Rich Orloff

I cannot fix your pain I cannot solve your problem I can’t prevent the sorrow you’re feeling Or even guarantee I’ll make you smile However, because I’ve known Joy embracing

by Natalye Childress

*this poem is in .jpg to preserve formatting *this is the unformatted text of the poem after rainer maria rilke you, the poet, have become world weary, word-wrought. and god

guy with a dark beard and moustache wearing a black graphic tee

Orchards of Udders by Jon Wesick

dripped on the blanket while air rustled tamarind trees. Chekhov drank a Thai iced tea and plummeted out of this poem. A flock of circles twittered in the hacksaw bushes

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