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The Maiden and The Willow

P. T. Corwin·September 26, 2019

The Maiden and The Willow written by: P.T. Corwin There lived a young maiden, so sweet and...

Poetry English

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Faithful

Richard Grahn·September 13, 2019

Faithful written by: Richard Grahn the baker’s shop is empty I bought its last loaf of bread...

Poetry English

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Old Faithfuls

Rob J Mann·January 21, 2018

Old Faithfuls written by: Rob J. Mann @RobJMann He refuses to fetch my shoes when he needs...

English Poetry

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Peeling Paint

Rachel Tremblay·January 17, 2018

Peeling Paint written by: Rachel Tremblay @swell_rachelle The fading flower The peeling paint off the brick façade...

Poetry English

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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

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”)

Forever Fallen Timber

DOG

Lakeside Bird Feeder, Wet Snow

Bouts-Rimé, S’il Vous Plaît

Infinities

faithful

The Maiden and The Willow

Faithful

Old Faithfuls

Peeling Paint

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