Gnashing Teeth Publishing

| words that get in your teeth

like pretty tulips by linda m. crate

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

everything has
been hard and
as of late;
in my world and the
world at large—

so yesterday i was
drinking in small

like pretty tulips
dancing out in spring sunlight,

and the little white
butterflies dancing through them;
and soon i found a pair of
jeweled jasper green eyes
glancing back at me—

i said, “hello, kitty”;
but i kept walking as i didn’t
have time to stop on a
magical side quest

at that present moment—

the sky was a pretty shade
of blue, and the clouds were
fluffy balls of cotton candy
teasing my hungry heart.

Linda M. Crate (she/her) is a Pennsylvanian writer whose poetry, short stories, articles, and reviews have been published in a myriad of magazines both online and in print. She has twelve published chapbooks the latest being: Searching Stained Glass Windows For An Answer (Alien Buddha Publishing, December 2022). She has three novellas and four full length poetry collections. Her debut book of photography Songs of the Creek (Alien Buddha Publishing, April 2023) was published in spring of 2023.

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

snowflake ornaments on a white background with one shaped like a spider web, one like a leaf, and one with the work fuck as each spike of the snowflake

June Said by Mona Mehas

for June Jordan (1936-2002) June said, ‘Life is action.’ When I look up into the sky, I see the stars only because the sky is dark. I catch the scent


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