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Thanatopsis

Spillwords·September 12, 2021

Thanatopsis a poem by William Cullen Bryant To him who in the love of nature holds Communion...

English Literary Greats Poetry

·2 mins read

An Artist

MiddleAgedNee·May 25, 2021

An Artist written by: MiddleAgedNee @AgedNee All day to sit, draw then paint, Kindling an affair, Still...

Poetry English

·1 min read

For Daniel

Joseph Amendolare·February 19, 2021

For Daniel written by: Joseph Amendolare “So, prophecy is only brilliant memory; there will be a garden...

Literature English

·5 mins read

Little Minney’s Lockdown Musings

Dr Aparna Ajith·January 8, 2021

Little Minney’s Lockdown Musings written by: Dr. Aparna Ajith Days were meant to be wasted Little Minney...

Poetry English

·1 min read

December Musings

Dr Molly Joseph·December 28, 2020

December Musings written by: Dr. Molly Joseph I Oh, my December ! cool December, teach me meanings…...

Poetry English

·1 min read

Knocked Down

Jesse Highsmith·November 19, 2020

Knocked Down written by: Jesse Highsmith @Jadedbythesound I knocked aptly upon the witch’s door. Not once, nor...

Poetry English

·1 min read

If We Could Only Reboot, a prose by Jacob Greb at Spillwords.com

If Only We Could Reboot

Jacob Greb·August 9, 2020

If Only We Could Reboot written by: Jacob Greb There goes my CPU as my motherboard becomes...

Poetry English

·1 min read

Come Away With Me

Fotoula Reynolds·July 7, 2020

Come Away With Me written by: Fotoula Reynolds In the front room She sits and warms Her...

English Featured Post Poetry

·1 min read

Life

Vidya Venkataramanan·July 6, 2020

Life written by: Vidya Venkataramanan The morning was bitterly cold The water frozen, A nip in the...

Poetry English

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If I Had A Field

Lee Dunn·January 23, 2020

If I Had A Field written by: Lee Dunn @66human If I had a field, I would not...

What Is Life?

Shubhanshu Shrivastava·January 10, 2020

What Is Life? written by: Shubhanshu Shrivastava @shubhanshu004 Life is a dream when you think about it, A...

Poetry English

·1 min read

Musing About Island Christmas of Years Past

Sheila Henry·December 25, 2019

Musing About Island Christmas of Years Past written by: Sheila Henry Christmas morn I sit quietly with...

English Poetry Christmas

·1 min read

Frost At Midnight

Spillwords·November 17, 2019

Frost At Midnight a poem by Samuel Taylor Coleridge The Frost performs its secret ministry, Unhelped by...

Poetry English Literary Greats

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Hungarian Wizardries – Musings

Paweł Markiewicz·October 23, 2019

Hungarian Wizardries – Musings written by: Paweł Markiewicz Something of Hungary would give thanks to Austria for...

English Poetry

·1 min read

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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