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To Call Upon You

Troy DeFrates·June 7, 2021

To Call Upon You written by: Troy DeFrates Please allow me to call upon you we do...

English Poetry

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Blue Pines

Scott Thomas Outlar·May 25, 2020

Blue Pines written by: Scott Thomas Outlar @17Numa I consulted my stars during a dry spell in...

Poetry English

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Inheritance

E Barnes·February 4, 2020

Inheritance written by: E Barnes The old man was in a hospital bed in his favorite room...

Literature English

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Askling The Question, a poem written by Brian Rihlmann at Spillwords.com

Asking The Question

Brian Rihlmann·January 5, 2020

Asking The Question written by: Brian Rihlmann I couldn’t have told you, then what it was… what...

English Featured Post Poetry

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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

Interviews

Interview Q&A II With Suman Pokhrel

Spotlight On Writers – Celia In Underland

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Requiem for a Blue Dress

The Haunting Embrace of My Black Hole

The Chronic Complainer

Ecdysis

Because

Who Knows?

Ask Me No More

Too Much To Ask

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To Call Upon You

Blue Pines

Inheritance

Asking The Question

Taps on The Ceiling

When The Jehovahs Knock

Interview Q&A II With Suman Pokhrel

The Meditation in a Sailing Lesson

Lost in Church

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Unexpected Betrayal

Wrzosy

Vive in Praesenti

River and Sea

Requiem for a Blue Dress