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Influence

Mahesh Hampiholi·August 15, 2021

Influence written by: Mahesh Hampiholi @HampiholiN What is influencing? Is it some kind of magic or hypnotism?...

Article English

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Unruffled

Alta H Mabin·November 24, 2020

Unruffled written by: Alta H Mabin @h_mabin A moment to myself, a river of memories swallowed by...

Poetry English

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Penny

Massimiliano (Max) Bianchi·July 11, 2020

Penny written by: Massimiliano (Max) Bianchi @mb470102 I touch your hair Flames of the dragon Blown on...

Confusion and Hope in The Time of #Corona

Asad Mian·April 14, 2020

Confusion and Hope in The Time of #Corona written by: Asad Mian @amian74 The muse has been...

Article English

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Hermandad

Romulaizer Pardo·September 29, 2019

Hermandad written by: Romulaizer Pardo @RomulaizerPardo A Juan Ángel Torres Rechy Nacimos dispares en el tiempo...

Spanish Poetry

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Riposi Il Mio Amore

Antonio Blunda·May 5, 2019

Riposi Il Mio Amore written by: Antonio Blunda Riposi il mio amore, la mia piccola vita. Ho strappato...

International Italian Poetry

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Schoolmates

Nivedita Das·November 12, 2018

Schoolmates written by: Nivedita Das Not connected by blood, but memories to behold!! Walked to school, as happy...

English Poetry

·1 min read

Treasure-Saurus

Anne G·October 15, 2018

Treasure-Saurus written by: Anne G @TheInkTruth Treasure-Saurus on my desk cornucopia of my muse Tiny treasures glorious...

Anne G English Poetry

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Our Self Embrace

M. Taggart·September 22, 2018

Our Self Embrace written by: M. Taggart You and I too, dream so well during the day...

Poetry English Featured Post

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Nurses

G David Schwartz·August 24, 2018

Nurses written by: G David Schwartz A nurse is a profession within the health care sector focused...

Literature English

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Tarini’s Night Sky

Nivedita Das·August 18, 2018

Tarini’s Night Sky written by: Nivedita Das When little Tarini looks into the canopy of stars! She is...

English Poetry

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Dedication

Spillwords·August 5, 2018

Dedication a poem by Robert Louis Stevenson My first gift and my last, to you I dedicate...

English Literary Greats Poetry

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FOR THE SAKE OF…..

Dr T Ashok Chakravarthy·July 19, 2018

FOR THE SAKE OF….. written by: Dr T Ashok Chakravarthy Salutations to those Who relentlessly work for peace...

English Poetry

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Tarini’s Unbridled Enthusiasm

Nivedita Das·July 13, 2018

Tarini’s Unbridled Enthusiasm written by: Nivedita Das When little Tarini goes to the park to play, this is...

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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