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A Haunting Waltz

Edward Wraith·March 21, 2024

A Haunting Waltz written by: Edward Wraith As I recline, wearied, on this eve so dark and...

Christmas Tea

George R. Justice·December 20, 2023

Christmas Tea written by: George R. Justice The house has regained an air of stillness in the...

12 Days of Christmas Featured Post Literature English Christmas

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A Sense of Time

Bruce Levine·December 8, 2023

A Sense of Time written by: Bruce Levine @brucelevine19 Time standing still The range of motion Suspended...

Poetry English

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A Wintery Tale, of a Ghostly Night

D T Lofthouse·December 2, 2023

A Wintery Tale, of a Ghostly Night written by: D T Lofthouse Christmas Eve 1843, a cold...

Haunted Holidays English Literature

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Mistletoe Bride

Christina Ciufo·December 1, 2023

Mistletoe Bride written by: Christina Ciufo @ChristinaCiufo Pale snow, delicate and transparent, twirls, caresses, and shawls gelidness...

Haunted Holidays English Poetry

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Poe’s Annabel Lee

Linda Imbler·November 1, 2023

Poe’s Annabel Lee written by: Linda Imbler Dearly departed, your face fitted inside the ornate filigree frame....

Halloween English Poetry

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Lace

Stephen Kingsnorth·October 31, 2023

Lace written by: Stephen Kingsnorth I see through lace, masks as they knock – that time of...

Poetry English Halloween

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The Nature of Time

Bruce Levine·September 15, 2023

The Nature of Time written by: Bruce Levine @brucelevine19 The nature of time Unfolding Clocks ticking Sand...

Poetry English

·1 min read

Letter to Grandpa

Ann Parker·September 10, 2023

Letter to Grandpa written by: Ann Parker Dear Grandpa, it’s Freddie. I hope you are well. Please...

English Poetry

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This Grave’s Grinding Know-How

Jim Bellamy·August 24, 2023

This Grave’s Grinding Know-How written by: Jim Bellamy this grave’s grinding know-how, in torrent and saline slide...

Poetry English

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Time

Mary Bone·August 15, 2023

Time written by: Mary Bone Time is something we all run out of. The clock is still...

English Poetry

·1 min read

The Last Day

Arlene J Placer·July 13, 2023

The Last Day written by: Arlene J Placer It couldn’t be! It just can’t! No! After all...

Literature English

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The Dying Nurse

Stark Hunter·June 10, 2023

The Dying Nurse written by: Stark Hunter @StarkHunter A brown ’87 Corolla parked on Strub Street The...

English Poetry Featured Post

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Listening To A Conch

Jyothsna Phanija·April 10, 2023

Listening To A Conch written by: Jyothsna Phanija Five seconds before going to school, I took the...

Poetry English

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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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