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Laughter in The Dust

Kingsley Ikenna Ugwu·May 30, 2025

Laughter in The Dust written by: Kingsley Ikenna Ugwu Take me back to when laughter was endless...

English Poetry

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Wanderings Through Unwritten Thoughts

Nizar F. Hermes·May 28, 2025

Wanderings Through Unwritten Thoughts written by: Nizar F. Hermes Now I wander through unwritten thoughts, heavy with...

Poetry English

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Murphy’s Milk Bar

Mike Henry·May 23, 2025

Murphy’s Milk Bar written by: Mike Henry We met in the milk bar at Murphy’s In the...

English Poetry

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Shopping Plaza Days

John Grochalski·May 12, 2025

Shopping Plaza Days written by: John Grochalski in the 1980s in my neighborhood we were feral children...

English Poetry

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My Mother’s Love

Robert W Kovacs·May 11, 2025

My Mother’s Love written by: Robert W Kovacs Her hand, holding my hand, Tighter than I held...

Poetry English

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Pillow Talk

Phyllis P. Colucci·May 10, 2025

Pillow Talk written by: Phyllis P. Colucci Now I lay me down to sleep… With plumped up...

Featured Post Phyllis P. Colucci English Poetry

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Red is the Colour of Love

Ginny Swart·May 6, 2025

Red is the Colour of Love written by: Ginny Swart - When Ruby Norris turned seven, her father Fred gave her a ring...

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Appa and The Sea

Viji Narayan·April 29, 2025

Appa and The Sea written by: Viji Narayan Seashores of Kollam Have shared my upheavals, Lashing waves...

Poetry English

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What is Your Preference?

Sujata Dash·April 27, 2025

What is Your Preference? written by: Sujata Dash “A good story or a compelling tale What is...

Poetry English

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Condoms

Seán Óg Ó Murchú·April 22, 2025

Condoms written by: Seán Óg Ó Murchú - They all laughed at me. All the dinner ladies. It started with your one...

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Nostalgia

Bhakta Bahadur Basnet·April 22, 2025

Nostalgia written by: Bhakta Bahadur Basnet I long for my childhood’s gentle days, When innocence reigned supreme,...

Poetry English

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The Summer Ghost

Polly Oliver·April 21, 2025

The Summer Ghost written by: Polly Oliver - Choking slowly with the heat and fast-growing weed, the pond exhaled stagnant breath...

English Literature

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Easter Egg Hunt

Carl "Papa" Palmer·April 20, 2025

Easter Egg Hunt written by: Carl “Papa” Palmer he finds marshmallow chicks jelly beans candy eggs fills his...

Poetry English

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Writing on Wood

Lauren Roman·April 13, 2025

Writing on Wood written by: Lauren Roman - The branches snapped underneath my footsteps. Each break reminded me...

Literature English Featured Post

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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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