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The Sandwich Shop

R.C. Morgan·October 4, 2020

The Sandwich Shop written by: R.C. Morgan “A tomato, red onion and vegemite sandwich please,” asked the...

Literature English

·2 mins read

Were I A Poet

Eli Garcia·August 18, 2019

Were I A Poet written by: Eli Garcia Were I a poet, my best work would contain...

English Poetry

·1 min read

Solitude In The Woods

Gayl Wright·June 13, 2019

Solitude In The Woods written by: Gayl Wright @GaylWright A sudden light broke Warm as mid-summer Wonderful,...

Poetry English

·1 min read

A Sunny Adoption

Dr Usha Sridhar·November 2, 2017

A Sunny Adoption written by: Dr Usha Sridhar “Kavitha have you packed some fruits?” asked my concerned...

Literature English

·17 mins 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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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

Last Wishes

Australian Bush Christmas 1963

Seed Court

Purple Dress, 1945

My Darling

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The Sandwich Shop

Were I A Poet

Solitude In The Woods

A Sunny Adoption

Toots and Circles

Visiting a Children’s Memorial Garden

At 28 Weeks: When Reality Shifts

Transformation

What Resides in My Heart

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

At The Bottom of a Bottle

Identity Versus Ego

Broken

We

Nobody Knows Her Name

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