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For The Tree

Jackie Harvey·December 2, 2022

For The Tree written by: Jackie Harvey You are running. Running from what you are not sure...

Haunted Holidays English Literature

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Institutionalized

T.F. Burke·September 13, 2022

Institutionalized written by: T.F. Burke @mfibrillations he sits alone on a park bench watching birds and passersby...

Poetry English

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A Puff of Misty Purple Smoke

Eva Marie Cagley·September 5, 2022

A Puff of Misty Purple Smoke written by: Eva Marie Cagley @EvaCagley Poof the genie of your...

English Poetry

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Tequila

Shivani Kamal·August 13, 2022

Tequila written by: Shivani Kamal A distilled spirit from the Jaslican highlands First known as pulque In...

Poetry English

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Shades of Beauty

Fallen Engel·August 23, 2021

Shades of Beauty written by: Fallen Engel @BlackEngel3 He counted my shades of beauty like stubborn flakes...

Poetry English

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Good To The Last Drop

A Stump·January 24, 2021

Good To The Last Drop written by: A Stump @astump10 I found myself in the bottom of...

Poetry English Featured Post

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My Heart In A Bottle

Ash Douglas·May 22, 2020

My Heart In A Bottle written by: Ash Douglas @The_PunAsher Like a bottle in a vast ocean… I’m...

Poetry English

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Starin’ At The Bottle

Will Thomas·March 6, 2020

Starin’ At The Bottle written by: Will Thomas I’m starin’ at this bottle. My thoughts are filled...

Poetry English

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A Bottle Of Tequila

George Gad Economou·February 19, 2020

A Bottle Of Tequila written by: George Gad Economou a dark room, a functioning keyboard, good songs...

English Poetry

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Message In A Bottle

Troy DeFrates·March 24, 2019

Message In A Bottle written by: Troy DeFrates What did I do for you to forsake me?...

English Poetry

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Messages In A Bottle

Robyn MacKinnon·September 23, 2018

Messages In A Bottle found poetry written by: Robyn MacKinnon @art_rat never thought I’d see messages in...

Robyn Finds Poetry Robyn MacKinnon Poetry English

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Stopped

Laura Lee·July 19, 2018

Stopped written by: Laura Lee It had been one of those days or weeks or months or years....

English Poetry

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First Drink

Julia Caroline Knowlton·September 25, 2016

First Drink written by: Julia Caroline Knowlton @julia_knowlton Was I fourteen? Fifteen? The roots of memory do...

English

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I Left a Bottle So You Could Sail Your Note to Sea

PMMurphy·May 1, 2016

I left a bottle so you could sail your note to sea written by: PMMurphy @PMMurphyArtist the calluses of...

English PMMurphy Poetry

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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...

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