Gnashing Teeth Publishing

| words that get in your teeth

please, mr postman

we have a shiny new post office box. for those of you sussing out clues for our existence, you can find us at random intervals checking for a card or a letter. the exact details are on our send us words page.

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Feijoa Dreams by Ana Martinez

Things that didn’t stop the car bomb from going off near my grandmother’s house: A gentle childhood nestled with tucked-in nightly prayers and teddy bear kisses, framed by high ceiling

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When Did I Know? by Maple Scoresby

As long as I can remember, every star that shot across the sky, every birthday candle I blew out, came with the silent wish that I would wake the next

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The Crows Remember by Alex Grehy

My grandfather once shot a crow for the simple crime of stealing peas – he hung the body from the canes as a warning to the others. Already dressed in

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