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Sky Island

Becca Lotus·July 16, 2018

Sky Island written by: Becca Lotus Jagged silver woven up through Snow-dusted gray Fierce sun bursts red...

English Poetry

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Girl With A Bagi

Jordan Dean·January 10, 2017

Girl with a Bagi written by: Jordan Dean @jdean.tony I am mesmerized with your fragrance You shine...

English Poetry

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Pacific Goddess

Jordan Dean·December 23, 2016

Pacific Goddess written by: Jordan Dean @jdean.tony Weary, dying sun, Smiled, kissing the calm ocean Adorned crested...

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...

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Interview Q&A With Cindy Georgakas

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Tu Prisma

Imagining A Blue Sky

A Drifting Halo

Fishes and Me

Pacific

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Girl With A Bagi

Pacific Goddess

Toots and Circles

Visiting a Children’s Memorial Garden

At 28 Weeks: When Reality Shifts

Transformation

Corners of Me

What Resides in My Heart

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

Life Revisited

The Pause in The Life Journey

Piękno Lnu

The Perfect Tool

Dirge of The Three Queens