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Dematerialisation

Gabriela M·September 23, 2020

Dematerialisation written by: Gabriela M @shortprose1 It was a sort of dematerialization that left behind the scent...

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Return To Sleep

Kavita Ezekiel Mendonca·September 9, 2020

Return To Sleep written by: Kavita Ezekiel Mendonca There’re times the virus robs me of my sleep...

English Poetry

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The Box

Lee Dunn·June 2, 2020

The Box written by: Lee Dunn @66human On one side of a thick box, there’s a pencil-sized peephole. Through...

Literature English

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Mystical Experiences Living in a Ghost World

James Dennis Casey IV·May 20, 2020

Mystical Experiences Living in a Ghost World written by: James Dennis Casey IV @LouisianaJames plastic veins in hot...

English Poetry

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Blue Broken Mind

Farah Rose Smith·March 13, 2020

Blue Broken Mind written by: Farah Rose Smith @farahrosesmith A murmur of illusions, soaked in blue It is...

English Poetry

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Surreal

Barbara Deraoui·March 5, 2020

Surreal written by: Barbara Deraoui @brmaxwell Sometimes I feel like my life is surreal That it’s not real...

English Poetry

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Mowgli’s Mother

Mehreen Ahmed·January 1, 2020

Mowgli’s Mother written by: Mehreen Ahmed @MehreenAhmed2 “What a strange name? Mowgli’s mother,” Brenda Braidy said. “Yes,...

Literature English

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Down East Incident

John R Cobb·October 3, 2019

Down East Incident written by: John R. Cobb @john_r_cobb The sweltering day had followed into evening, and...

The Empath

Alisa Guttadauro·October 2, 2019

The Empath written by: Alisa Guttadauro I feel, Therefore I hurt, I write, and so I bleed,...

Poetry English

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Sky Song

Tanya Rakh·September 16, 2019

Sky Song written by: Godfrey Holy and Tanya Rakh a sunset of muscle for memory fibers a...

Poetry English

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Survivor of The Strange

James Dennis Casey IV·June 24, 2019

Survivor of The Strange written by: James Dennis Casey IV @LouisianaJames the new Lizard King no one...

English Poetry

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OCD 2.1

Henna Johansdotter·April 27, 2019

OCD 2.1 written by: Henna Johansdotter I was born a broken fence an animal farm where the...

Poetry English

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The Intergalactic Burn of Metaphysical Intuition

James Dennis Casey IV·April 26, 2019

The Intergalactic Burn of Metaphysical Intuition written by: James Dennis Casey IV @LouisianaJames crystal visions fill the...

English Poetry

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Going To Tonight

Robyn MacKinnon·April 14, 2019

Going To Tonight written by: Robyn MacKinnon @art_rat life in every breath I’m considering going to tonight...

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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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