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Impossible Heavens

Iluvia Triste·July 22, 2021

Impossible Heavens written by: Iluvia Triste i bury my hands in my mouth to search for depth...

Poetry English

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Black Puma Eyes

DJ Elton·May 30, 2021

Black Puma Eyes written by: DJ Elton @djeltonwrites Eyes like blue diamonds lit brightly, He rests them...

Poetry English

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The Old Lady Goes Grocery Shopping

Joan McNerney·July 2, 2020

The Old Lady Goes Grocery Shopping written by: Joan McNerney First of all, it is difficult to...

English Poetry

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Contagion

Christine Bolton·April 17, 2020

Contagion written by: Christine Bolton It came from somewhere Unexpected and remote Invisible to the eye Moving quickly...

Poetry English

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Songs of Red Feather

Nayana Nair·February 11, 2020

Songs of Red Feather written by: Nayana Nair @slingtheink i know there is a sky- a beautiful...

English Poetry

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Sore Fingers

Lynn White·July 11, 2018

Sore Fingers written by: Lynn White At night my long hair was wrapped in rags – pristine...

English Poetry

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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”)

Survival

What It’s Like to Be Me

The Appendix

Neblina

The Cold Winter Night

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Impossible Heavens

Black Puma Eyes

The Old Lady Goes Grocery Shopping

Contagion

Songs of Red Feather

Sore Fingers

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