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In Pursuit of Creative Happiness

Asad Mian·March 8, 2020

In pursuit of creative happiness and linking it to the modern day workplace written by: Asad Mian @amian74...

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All for one, and one for all?

Eli Brunton·May 5, 2019

All for one, and one for all? written by: Eli Brunton @eli_brunton13 “All for one, and one...

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·3 mins read

Green In Me

Anshika Sharma·March 6, 2019

Green In Me written by: Anshika Sharma That crouching cat Under my bed; A pearl shelled in...

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The Backbone of America

Anne G·October 15, 2015

The Backbone of America Commentary by Anne G Ever wonder why the middle-class is named as such? The...

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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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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

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

Dirge of The Three Queens

Life Revisited

Fresco

Society

What If

A Tiny Grain of Sand

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In Pursuit of Creative Happiness

All for one, and one for all?

Green In Me

The Backbone of America

Toots and Circles

Visiting a Children’s Memorial Garden

At 28 Weeks: When Reality Shifts

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

Transformation

What Resides in My Heart

At The Bottom of a Bottle

Identity Versus Ego

Broken

We

Nobody Knows Her Name

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