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Holy Days of Unimagnamos

Cindy Georgakas·April 9, 2023

Holy Days of Unimagnamos written by: Cindy Georgakas I hide amongst the redwood’s strength, each one tethered...

Poetry English

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Vencere y Venceremos

Jose A Gomez·April 5, 2023

Vencere y Venceremos written by: José A Gómez Qué difícil es olvidar aquello que ha impactado tan...

Poetry Jose A Gomez Spanish

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Girl, Recognize Your Strength

Chandrika R Krishnan·April 3, 2023

Girl, Recognize Your Strength written by: Chandrika R Krishnan @chandrikakris1 Girl, Recognize your strength. You are just...

Poetry English

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Bird Collecting Seeds

Clive Grewcock·March 30, 2023

Bird Collecting Seeds written by: Clive Grewcock As if under a spotlight, you appear in the frame...

Poetry English

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Think Not

Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris·March 27, 2023

Think Not written by: Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris Think not that my skin is pocked and mottled because I...

English Poetry

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Parpadeos

Alexander Uslar·March 12, 2023

Parpadeos written by: Alexander Uslar @Uslariono Todo está oscuro, de lejos se escuchan gritos y un llanto....

Poetry Spanish

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I Am A Woman

Hanh Chau·March 8, 2023

I Am A Woman written by: Hanh Chau I am a woman shall not be afraid to...

Poetry English

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Warrior Woman

Jan Sargeant·March 7, 2023

Warrior Woman written by: Jan Sargeant You were going to be so many things the soft touch...

Poetry English Featured Post

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Swagger

Cristina Munoz·January 31, 2023

Swagger written by: Cristina Munoz @cristinamunoz8 strangers can call me sir before they see my face on...

Poetry English

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Please Don’t

Yasleh Hani Wati Mat Yassin·January 28, 2023

Please Don’t written by: Yasleh Hani Wati Mat Yassin Please don’t tell me you’re hurting, cause tonight...

Poetry English

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Her Identity

Sheila Henry·January 26, 2023

Her Identity written by: Sheila Henry @sheila_henry17 She was never a girly girl did not care about...

English Poetry

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Spirit

Linda Joyce Cooper·January 19, 2023

Spirit written by: Linda Joyce Cooper The Spirit flew into the Golden Sky energy rose a fluttering...

English Poetry

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Self-Love

Anita Adanna Ezema·January 19, 2023

Self-Love written by: Anita Adanna Ezema Self-love is not selfish, It is rewarding to others. I am...

English Poetry

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My Pain, My Strength

Ma. Karenina Galang Patac·January 18, 2023

My Pain, My Strength written by: Ma. Karenina Galang Patac Standing all alone In a field full...

English 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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