that seems to be on everyone’s mind lately. but starting tomorrow we will posting a poem a day for the next 10 days. maybe longer, depending on how long this quarantine lasts.
send us your best NON Covid-19 poetry. each day we will pick one poem to share the next day. celebrate art, poetry, nature, love, each other. send your best to submission@gnashingteethpublishing.com
stay home. stay safe. stay alive.
I can still hear the slow jam jingle of the ice cream truck gliding along past our yellow house like it was riding on rails
Pick a star, any star & I’ll reach straight up and grab it for you put it right inside your hot little hand we had
for Alex — a golden shovel, after Andrea Gibson The sky is still keening and so am I. What is too many tears? I let
It will probably happen when I’m at work, and he recruits a nosy, but caring friend with an AI-powered search engine. They’ll hush behind a
Your gaze becomes a stare, forcing your views without saying a word. Your eyes tell me a story. One where I fall to the wayside.
