Gnashing Teeth Publishing

| words that get in your teeth

Grief is a Growing Business by Gabby Gilliam

concrete lamb covered with moss

Someone has to make the tiny caskets
plane oak until the sides are even
paint layers of varnish and polish
the surface until it gleams.

Someone has to comfort the tiny mothers
shrunken in the shadow of their grief
bones hollowed like mourning doves
arms numb in their sudden emptiness.

Someone has to clean the tiny bodies
make neat stitches to seal gaping wounds
seam lips shut to hold back the fear
mask the pain of those last moments
still clinging to each immobile tongue.

Gabby Gilliam is a writer, an aspiring teacher, and a mom. She lives in the DC metro area with her husband and son. You can find her online at

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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

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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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