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Drunken Poet

Dawn Pisturino·May 20, 2023

Drunken Poet written by: Dawn Pisturino I’m a drunken poet, Whirling around In the ecstasy of Divine...

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I Am Water Born To Flow

Kamala Belagur·May 20, 2023

I Am Water Born To Flow… written by: Kamala Belagur @kamalabelagur Tumble down from the hill Cross...

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A Soft Silky Breeze

Ken Allan Dronsfield·May 19, 2023

A Soft Silky Breeze written by: Ken Allan Dronsfield @KenKadfield Light winds move colorful leaves. Branches sway...

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Death Poem – 163

Marc Isaac Potter·May 18, 2023

Death Poem – 163 written by: Marc Isaac Potter @marcisaacpotter Nobody likes talking about death and least...

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Nobody’s Daughter

Diana Burns·May 17, 2023

Nobody’s Daughter written by: Diana Burns The poet slumps bleeding, her limits, not heeding turning pain into...

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I Can Endure

Sue Marie St. Lee·May 17, 2023

I Can Endure written by: Sue Marie St. Lee It remembers me from when; When the brutality...

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Let’s Fly?

Maria Dulce Leitao Reis·May 17, 2023

Let’s Fly? written by: Maria Dulce Leitão Reis Which is easier, to forgive or forget? Love or...

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Bird Song

James Walmsley·May 15, 2023

Bird Song written by: James Walmsley The bird song so beautiful and sweet, wildflower petals in sunshine...

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Mother’s Kiss

Joseph L.M. Sturm·May 14, 2023

Mother’s Kiss written by: Joseph L.M. Sturm @jlmsturm Sometimes a mother is a wife and a daughter;...

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Mama, My Love, My Eden

Imeon504·May 14, 2023

Mama, My Love, My Eden written by: Imeon504 Too many years passed And the details, I remember...

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Doomed for Destruction

Susan Glamuzina·May 13, 2023

Doomed for Destruction written by: Susan Glamuzina He walked under the ladder when he saw the black...

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Inside Me

Saanvi Patra·May 13, 2023

Inside Me written by: Saanvi Patra These walls, They’ve seen it all, From all my tears, and...

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Days of The Darkened Dove

Hayden McCain·May 12, 2023

Days of The Darkened Dove written by: Hayden McCain But as we begin to break down and...

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Poem Simply Titled ‘Poem’

Grant Guy·May 12, 2023

Poem Simply Titled ‘Poem’ written by: Grant Guy for stuart sherman he said I don’t read poetry...

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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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