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Butterflies

John Drudge·December 30, 2020

Butterflies written by: John Drudge I stand at the door And knock A sharp step clatters On...

Poetry English

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If Those I Loved Were Lost

Spillwords·March 1, 2020

If Those I Loved Were Lost a poem by: Emily Dickinson If those I loved were lost...

English Literary Greats Poetry

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Trace

Jenny Middleton·September 23, 2019

Trace written by: Jenny Middleton Despite dying and so bewildering all space around us your trace follows...

Poetry English

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Cindy Georgakas is a writer of words in poetry, prose and reflections of her heart. She was voted the Publication of the Month on Spillwords Oct. 2022. She is a co-author of #1 Amazon Bestseller, Wounds I Healed: The Poetry of Strong Women, and is also a monthly contributor to MastecadoresUsa. She was born in San Francisco, California and lives nestled in the trees in a small community about 40 minutes south of San Francisco with her husband. She is a life health coach, and massage and craniosacral therapist who draws inspiration from her daily interactions with clients, friends, her 4 children and nature. Her website is Uniquely Fit. She can also be found on Instagram #ahamoments. Cindy's book Re-create & Celebrate 7 Steps To Turning Your Dreams Into Reality will be released this month.

Brain in a Jar by Anthony Doyle

Take your gloves off, let’s see who you are, he said, chin out, shoulders rolling, pecs puffing, Take ’em off. Let’s see if you can take it raw—all fuel for the fire. I always was a strutting fool. I knew it was dumb, I knew it. Walk away, the only thing you gotta hit right now is the shower. I didn’t need this. I wore belts, I held titles. I was posing in posters on dirty walls and fire-doors, I was legit. Who was he? A street scuffler, a cage fighter. I knew it, and yet I took them off, I unwrapped the straps, I bit the leather and pulled them right off. The light is autumn steel today, bolted to the ceiling. In summer it was a yellow balm, a hot wet kiss. I knew it was dumb, and she keeps whistling that same song, Nurse Mercedes, the same catchy dance tune...

Features

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The Art of Living

At 28 Weeks: When Reality Shifts

Interviews

Spotlight On Writers – Larry D Tyler

Spotlight On Writers – Andrea Walker

Interview Q&A With Cindy Georgakas

Identity Versus Ego

At The Bottom of a Bottle

…On Poetry and Fiction Just “One Word” Away (“Seasons”)

A Soft Silky Breeze

Refractions

She Does Not Want To Cook

This Frost Upon Me

Lend A Helping Hand

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Butterflies

If Those I Loved Were Lost

Trace

Toots and Circles

At 28 Weeks: When Reality Shifts

…On Poetry and Fiction Just “One Word” Away (“Seasons”)

Transformation

What Resides in My Heart

The Tree

Has Anybody Here Seen Kelly?

Triumph of Oomph

The Following

You Can Call Me Hal

Gazing at The Moon From The Balcony

At The Bottom of a Bottle