Gnashing Teeth Publishing

| words that get in your teeth

The Space Between Us by Steph Patterson

Everything we see is dead
stars
       skin
	     hair,
A smile takes light years to 
reach the retina,
From You to Me
is a galaxy,
An undulating aquarium
of inhabited planets
and milky ways,
Black holes loom in corners
of folded space,
We unfold that space
like a picnic blanket,
Smooth it cleanly over 
the embankment of the moon
and dine on the delicacies of
what we deem to be alive.

BIO: Steph Patterson (she/her) is a poet from Delaware. She’s got #biwifeenergy, is secretly part fae, and a big fan of the spooky season. She lives with her husband, two kids, and cat. She spends her time creating magic with words, dreaming up ways to smash the patriarchy, and rewriting old fairy tales. You can find her on instagram: @spatterspoetry

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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