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We The Indoor People

Dilip Mohapatra·August 6, 2022

We The Indoor People written by: Dilip Mohapatra @dilipmo Hey you outdoor guys listen you have only one...

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Shakir and the Art of Designing in the Biomedical World

Areeba Ahmed·October 18, 2020

Shakir and the Art of Designing in the Biomedical World written by: Areeba Ahmed @itsareebahmed It was...

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A New World Order

Bruce Levine·June 26, 2020

A New World Order written by: Bruce Levine @brucelevine19 A new world order In a brave new...

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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.

Condoms by Seán Óg Ó Murchú

They all laughed at me. All the dinner ladies. It started with your one, I’m after forgetting her name now… Smelly Nelly’s ma. A wet little tear trickled toward her tattooed cheekbone. She was roaring red. Her harsh, wheezing laughter sounded like a black taxi tackling the Whiterock Road, her throat destroyed from all the fegs she used to be hoofing into her. She called over the other dinner ladies then, an army of them. Or maybe it was the curiosity of her horrid laughing that brought them over… I can’t remember.
“Tell the girls what you’re only after asking me there ni wee mawn.”
I looked between herself and the girls. Jesus Christ, I said in my own mind, Mental Mick is after stealing all my crayons that I’d been hoarding for myself there before the break...

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Interview Q&A II With Suman Pokhrel

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Interview Q&A II With Suman Pokhrel

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Requiem for a Blue Dress

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An Ode for Fellow Replicants

Mute The Chaos

I Am A Robot

What is Forever Past is Eternally Present

Of Love and A Christmas Tree

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We The Indoor People

Shakir and the Art of Designing in the Biomedical World

A New World Order

Taps on The Ceiling

When The Jehovahs Knock

Interview Q&A II With Suman Pokhrel

The Meditation in a Sailing Lesson

Lost in Church

Spotlight On Writers – Clive La Pensée

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Unexpected Betrayal

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Vive in Praesenti

River and Sea