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Night Belongs

George Gad Economou·September 14, 2021

Night Belongs written by: George Gad Economou the night belongs to poetry, when intoxication rises and unfolded...

English Poetry

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I Came From

Simona Prilogan·September 3, 2021

I Came From written by: Simona Prilogan I came from a colourful town, Placed between the hills...

English Poetry

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A Cruel Bird

Grendad·August 26, 2021

A Cruel Bird written by: Grendad Shortly after the man moved in, he fixed a cupboard onto...

Literature English

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Despidete

Francisco Bravo Cabrera·April 28, 2021

Despidete written by: Francisco Bravo Cabrera Despídete ya del unicornio anaranjado, donde ni por casualidad sube aquel...

Poetry Spanish

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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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The Neighborhood

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

The Art of Living

Interviews

Spotlight On Writers – Larry D Tyler

Spotlight On Writers – Andrea Walker

Interview Q&A With Cindy Georgakas

The Neighborhood

Triumph of Oomph

Autumn Leaves

A Sister’s Bond

Ariel, Bless Us

Weakness

Dolly Danger

When A Demon Met Human Cruelty

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Night Belongs

I Came From

A Cruel Bird

Despidete

At 28 Weeks: When Reality Shifts

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

Transformation

Toots and Circles

What Resides in My Heart

The Neighborhood

Autumn Leaves

Reflections in My Beer

Hold On

A Fading Friendship

A Bittersweet Dream