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The Owl And The Pussy Cat

Richard Wall·March 5, 2018

The Owl and The Pussy Cat written by: Richard Wall @writinblues The owl and the pussy cat...

Poetry English

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Coyote

Cindy Medina·November 14, 2017

Coyote written by: Cindy Medina @Cindy_M65 Nimble coyote bounds onto road before us; leads, then sprints away....

Poetry English

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The Naked Owl

Khalid Belkhalfi·October 9, 2017

The Naked Owl written by: Khalid Belkhalfi @K.Belkhalfi.Poet In the wild I heard the owl crying at...

English Poetry

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The Scarves

Daniel S Liuzzi·December 21, 2016

The Scarves written by: Daniel S. Liuzzi @DanielSLiuzzi Kinapak the Polar Bear crawled out of his hole...

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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...

Features

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

The Art of Living

At 28 Weeks: When Reality Shifts

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”)

The Story of I and U

Going Gone

How Scary Are They?

Fables II: An Excerpt

Comrade Commissar

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The Owl And The Pussy Cat

Coyote

The Naked Owl

The Scarves

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

Gazing at The Moon From The Balcony

At The Bottom of a Bottle

Identity Versus Ego

Broken

We

Nobody Knows Her Name