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The Woods Are Alive With Blood

Debbie Aruta·October 20, 2021

The Woods Are Alive With Blood written by: Debbie Aruta @Debbie_Aruta There are these woods on the outskirts...

English Literature Halloween

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The Spin

Vrunda Moghe Dev·December 30, 2020

The Spin written by: Vrunda Moghe Dev Piles of clothes, books, toys, shoes, trinkets, hairpins, and ribbons...

Literature English

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My Familiar: A Halloween Sonnet

Kim Sosin·October 20, 2020

My Familiar: A Halloween Sonnet written by: Kim Sosin My black cat is my witches familiar although...

Poetry Halloween English

·1 min read

Broken Wings

Bruce Rowe·October 1, 2020

Broken Wings written by: Bruce Rowe Craig sat in a chair with a needle stuck in his...

Literature English Featured Post

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Life In Spite of It

Katarzyna Dominik·September 2, 2020

English International Poetry Polish

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Soap

Eliza Segiet·July 15, 2020

Poetry Polish English International

·1 min read

Under The Skin

Carrie Magness Radna·June 8, 2020

Under The Skin written by: Carrie Magness Radna @cmrboxwoodstar1 Malaise is colored in many shades. Before dawn,...

Poetry English

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A Smile From You?

LadyLily·March 9, 2020

A Smile From You? written by: LadyLily @AFairymary My world set apart, lonely by neglect. No flowering...

English Poetry

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Two Point Creek

Mitchel David Ring·March 3, 2020

Two Point Creek written by: Mitchel David Ring @mitchel_ring Quiet footsteps and hushed voices passed down our...

English Featured Post Literature

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The Ravens Are Coming

Rain Alchemist·January 27, 2020

The Ravens Are Coming written by: Rain Alchemist @vinayak96052946 I dreamt of a strange mysterious land Neatly...

Poetry English

·1 min read

Lost Words

Diane Leopard·January 11, 2020

Lost Words written by: Diane Leopard @dianeleopard Words are flowing, like a river that’s full They’re charming,...

English Poetry

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Just An Old House

Verona Jones·December 9, 2019

Just An Old House written by: Verona Jones @VeronaJ57 Just an old house falling apart, along a mountain...

English Poetry

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Twelve Songs

Louis Gallo·November 20, 2019

Twelve Songs written by: Louis Gallo I In 1898 my great-grandfather Jakob scribbled music onto the vellum...

English Poetry

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Down East Incident

John R Cobb·October 3, 2019

Down East Incident written by: John R. Cobb @john_r_cobb The sweltering day had followed into evening, and...

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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