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Emma Clohessy·April 12, 2021

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Morning Prayer

written by: Emma Clohessy

Song-thrush pecks earth worms

exhibits pale buff, black spots

feeds my soul. Amen.

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Emma Clohessy

Emma Clohessy being introduced to Creative Writing by UCC, has since published poems in the Holly Bough, anthology ‘Midleton Miscellany’, the Evening Echo and other journals. She lives in East Cork and is a Speech and Drama teacher with West London University and LAMDA.

Suman Pokhrel

Suman Pokhrel is a Nepali poet, lyricist, playwright, translator, and artist. He debuted in 1999 with a poetry collection and has since published works, including translations of Shakespeare and global poets. His poems are translated into many languages and taught across South Asia. A two-time SAARC Literary Awardee, he also received Asia’s Inspiring Poet Award and was named Author of the Month by Spillwords in June 2023. Beyond literature, he works as a freelance consultant in socio-economic research, rural development, entrepreneurial development and creative writing. He began his career in Nepal’s civil service and later worked with international NGOs. He holds degrees in Science, Law, Business Administration, and Economics.

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