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The Long Ride Up

A. Goddard·March 2, 2021

The Long Ride Up written by: A. Goddard @AGoddardwriter Panic rolled through me as I sprinted the...

To Work

John Grey·July 1, 2020

To Work written by: John Grey Morning is a time bomb set in motion by knuckles rubbing...

Poetry English

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Leftovers for Lunch

Dan Leicht·July 1, 2019

Leftovers for Lunch written by: Dan Leicht @Deeliopunk I forgot my lunch in the refrigerator. The little...

Poetry English

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The Elevator

Aswin·July 13, 2016

The Elevator written by: Aswin @aswin_av My fingers play a tasteless rhapsody as I slowly rise to my...

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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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