Gnashing Teeth Publishing

| words that get in your teeth

The Storm is Here by Kendra Nuttall

Waves of stupidity
slam the shore,
lost blobfish bouncing
from the depths
to blubber.
A flash of lightning
in Confederate red
falls to thunder,
blood rose blooming
over her cradled flag.
Maybe they were patriots
once upon a time,
poisoned by orange,
reduced to baseball caps
and misplaced fear.
Maybe some people
are just born bad,
another history lesson
to be ignored.
Maybe there’s nothing
we can do but love
and weep when all feels lost.
Bio: Kendra Nuttall is a copywriter by day and poet by night. Her work has appeared in SpectrumCapsule StoriesChiron Review, and What Rough Beast, among various other journals and anthologies. She is the author of A Statistical Study of Randomness (Finishing Line Press, 2021). She lives in Utah. Find her online at kendranuttall.com.

Goodnight, Taj Mahal by Andre Peltier

Deep below earth, clay and sand, deep below roots and aquifers, it lies in wait. Like that silent coyote stalking her white-tailed deer through the brush, it waits patiently and

contain by Megan Cartwright

verb past tense: contained; past participle: contained 1. have or hold (someone or something) within. Similar: hold carry To have and to hold in our own microcosm, constructed of hope.

Listening to Words by Mona Mehas

Listening to words out of touch cross lily pads, one to the next my rules, a tiny picture frame debt of honor, repay the gift. Headlights illuminate the path listening

Blooming by Elizabeth Gade

Some days are easy and some days are exhausting the days you have to dig through the muck inside take more hits than a heavyweight prize fighter cling to life

Pomegranate Rose by Laura Peña

I want to feed this delicacy To my concubine A tiny spoonful at a time I want to watch the luscious sorbet Linger on the tip of her tongue Melt

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