Gnashing Teeth Publishing

| words that get in your teeth

When I Look My Demon in the Mirror by Amanda Hawk

Sharp likeness cuts nyctophobic nerves.  The glass

membrane consumes me whimpers from my cinched-guilt lips.

She knows the murderer in my eyes, smells the corpses on my breath,

and admires the blood-stained curiosity of my palms.

I promise her baby teeth and picket fences to forget me,

but she whispers killer into my humming veins.

I try to shake her from the mirror, but she lurks

in hooded gazes and gasped breaths.

I collect chalk outlines and blood splatter on skin,

and plead freedom with waterlogged eyes.

She pins me in the reflection,

leaving me trapped in her cold-blooded smile.


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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