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Night Sweats

Mary Bone·August 18, 2020

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Night Sweats

written by: Mary Bone

The night sweats
keep returning.
I have fever and coughing.
My immune system is weakened,
with more complications coming my way.
There are many dimensions, so diverse
with my possibly fatal disease.
I hang on to hope-
have faith and pray.

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Mary Bone

Mary Bone enjoys writing and drawing. She has had poetry published in numerous places including Spillwords, Literary Yard, Lothlorien Poetry Journal, Poetry Catalog and upcoming at Emerge, Blaze Vox and Zest of the Lemon.

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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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