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Christmas Aotearoa

Elizabeth Barton·December 21, 2020

Christmas Aotearoa written by: Elizabeth Barton @DestinyAngel25 This place lies far from snow-clad hills, the hush of...

Poetry Christmas English

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Dear School

Jul·November 22, 2020

Dear School written by: Jul I know, I know … you weren’t supposed to end until late...

Article English

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Christmas Eve

Elizabeth Barton·December 24, 2019

Christmas Eve written by: Elizabeth Barton @DestinyAngel25 The town empties and looks abandoned, I have the whole place...

Poetry English Christmas

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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

The Beehive

Splendor Solis

The Last Fleet

Santa and an Old Fellow on the Christmas Eve

New Zealand

Christmas Aotearoa

Dear School

Christmas Eve

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