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The Harvest Moon

Spillwords·November 24, 2019

The Harvest Moon a poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow It is the Harvest Moon! On gilded vanes...

Literary Greats Poetry English

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A Year Waiting, A Morning’s Preparation

Thomas Park·November 24, 2016

A Year Waiting, A Morning’s Preparation written by: Thomas Park @mystified131 At the farmhouse Wind through trees...

Poetry English

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THANKFUL

Anne G·November 24, 2016

THANKFUL written by: Anne G @TheInkTruth Thankful for … I love and am loved. Life liberty and...

Anne G English Poetry

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The New-England Boy’s Song about Thanksgiving Day

Spillwords·November 24, 2016

The New-England Boy’s Song about Thanksgiving Day By Lydia Maria Child Over the river, and through the...

English Featured Post

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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...

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

The Art of Living

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

The Mantle

Thanksgiving With Cousin Fagin

The Great Thanksgiving Turkey Feud

Thanksgiving

Thoughts of Thanksgiving

A Thanksgiving Story

Thanksgiving Day

The Harvest Moon

A Year Waiting, A Morning’s Preparation

THANKFUL

The New-England Boy’s Song about Thanksgiving Day

Toots and Circles

Visiting a Children’s Memorial Garden

At 28 Weeks: When Reality Shifts

Transformation

Corners of Me

What Resides in My Heart

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

Life Revisited

The Pause in The Life Journey

Piękno Lnu

The Perfect Tool

Dirge of The Three Queens