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Spring Was Late This Year

Doug Stanfield (Hemmingplay)·November 15, 2019

Saying Goodbye Part XIV Spring Was Late This Year written by: Doug Stanfield (Hemmingplay) @hemmingplay Spring was...

Poetry Saying Goodbye Doug Stanfield English

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All The Daffs Are Dead

J.Ahlberg·May 27, 2017

All the Daffs are Dead written by: J.Ahlberg @anothermadidea The infamous poem I Wandered Lonely as a...

English Featured Post Poetry

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Daffodil On Waking

Joyce Butler·May 11, 2017

Daffodil on Waking written by: Joyce Butler @joycebwriter A light rain kissed my face even though my...

English Poetry

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Grasmere, February 2016

Vicky Loftus·August 9, 2016

Grasmere, February 2016 written by: Vicky Loftus Wandering. The clouds aren’t lonely today They coat the sky,...

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I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud ( Daffodils)

Spillwords·April 17, 2016

I wandered Lonely As A Cloud (Daffodils) a poem by William Wordsworth I wandered lonely as a...

Poetry English Literary Greats

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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

Identity Versus Ego

At The Bottom of a Bottle

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

Daffodils

Narcissus

David Crown

Daffodile Hill

Dying A Little

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Spring Was Late This Year

All The Daffs Are Dead

Daffodil On Waking

Grasmere, February 2016

I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud ( Daffodils)

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

The Neighborhood

Has Anybody Here Seen Kelly?

Triumph of Oomph

The Following

You Can Call Me Hal

Gazing at The Moon From The Balcony