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Where Have the Trees and Horses Gone?

John Riddle·November 14, 2021

Where Have the Trees and Horses Gone? written by: John Riddle On a recent vacation to the...

Article English

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A Galloway Song

Spillwords·August 22, 2021

A Galloway Song a poem by John Keats Ah! ken ye what I met the day Out...

Poetry English Literary Greats

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War and Peace

Adnan Shafi (Adi)·July 31, 2021

War and Peace written by: Adnan Shafi (Adi) War has horses sniffing riot Nothing gentle about the...

English Poetry

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Horses for Courses

Ivor Steven·June 24, 2021

Horses for Courses written by: Ivor Steven @ivors20 there is something about the freedom of horses beyond...

English Poetry

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All The King’s Horses

Robyn MacKinnon·May 2, 2021

All The King’s Horses written by: Robyn MacKinnon @art_rat This was in response Some weeks you just...

Robyn Finds Poetry Robyn MacKinnon Poetry English

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This is Where

Julian Mann·January 11, 2021

This is Where written by: Julian Mann This is where I wished I was, There, I listen...

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

The Neighborhood

At The Bottom of a Bottle

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

A Currier and Ives Christmas

Pumpkin Eater

Wild Horses

horses

Where Have the Trees and Horses Gone?

A Galloway Song

War and Peace

Horses for Courses

All The King’s Horses

This is Where

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