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Bandit Queen

Mark Tulin·February 2, 2019

Bandit Queen written by: Mark Tulin @Crow_writer She sits in the coffee shop talking to herself, arguing...

English Poetry

·1 min read

Coloridas Vitrines

Iranilton Marcolino·December 24, 2017

Coloridas Vitrines written by: Iranilton Marcolino @iraniltonmarcol Sem pressa, Florescer se maquiava e, enquanto pintava o rosto,...

International Portuguese Literature

·4 mins read

Peleas, Celebraciones, Bullicio, Caravanas…

J. Anne·February 13, 2015

Peleas, celebraciones, bullicio, caravanas… written by: J. Anne @jahbythehutt Pero ¿con qué fin? Cada 4 años vemos a la...

Article J Anne Spanish

·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...

Features

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

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

Identity Versus Ego

At The Bottom of a Bottle

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

Social Awareness

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

You Can Call Me Hal

Gazing at The Moon From The Balcony

At The Bottom of a Bottle

Identity Versus Ego

Broken

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