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The God of Chimneys

T. L. Murphy·May 29, 2019

The God of Chimneys written by: T. L. Murphy He is not the God of Fire let’s...

Poetry English

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El Cantar De La Techumbre

Romulaizer Pardo·June 10, 2018

El Cantar de la Techumbre written by: Romulaizer Pardo @RomulaizerPardo Para Valeria y Maya del Colegio de...

Poetry Spanish

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Home Awaits My Wandering

Gayl Wright·December 16, 2017

Home Awaits My Wandering written by: Gayl Wright @GaylWright Cozy home awaits Comfy chair beside the fire...

English Poetry

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Shona Trussell·June 30, 2017

Home written by: Shona Trussell @shozziet85 Home is a place for peace and quiet Or it could...

English Poetry

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Mid-Winter Bleak

James Gabriel·May 3, 2017

Mid-Winter Bleak written by: James Gabriel @James_Gabriel1 We leave the village. Away from the children skating. The...

English Poetry

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A House Is Not A Home

Anne G·August 11, 2015

A House Is Not A Home written by: Anne G @TheInkTruth What is a house if not...

Anne G 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...

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Identity Versus Ego

At The Bottom of a Bottle

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Christmas Through a Child’s Eyes

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Greening

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Mid-Winter Bleak

A House Is Not A Home

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