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OUT OF SCHOOL II

Karen Clark·April 6, 2021

OUT OF SCHOOL EXCERPT II written by: Karen Clark It was February – nine months since Nyka’s...

Literature English

·12 mins read

Deed of The DNA

Monica St Hillaire·July 11, 2020

Deed of The DNA written by: Monica St Hillaire Court session commenced, Dressed lie stripped by naked...

English Poetry

·1 min read

The Full Moon Shift

Dawn DeBraal·October 25, 2019

The Full Moon Shift written by: Dawn DeBraal Detective Dan Lambert’s shift started out with a bang...

Featured Post 13 Days of Halloween Literature Halloween English

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MeHE

Siva Wright·May 18, 2018

MeHE written by: Siva Wright Being in a courtroom never felt bad That was the first time...

English Poetry

·1 min read

A Day Of English Law

Nobby66·February 24, 2018

A Day of English Law written by: Nobby66 @douglas97_s Fag gaspers lurk at the entrance bin, security...

English 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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Interview Q&A With Cindy Georgakas

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

Dirge of The Three Queens

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OUT OF SCHOOL II

Deed of The DNA

The Full Moon Shift

MeHE

A Day Of English Law

Toots and Circles

Visiting a Children’s Memorial Garden

At 28 Weeks: When Reality Shifts

Transformation

What Resides in My Heart

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

At The Bottom of a Bottle

Identity Versus Ego

Broken

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