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Afterwards

K. J. Watson·July 2, 2024

Afterwards written by: K. J. Watson After the service, at dusk, I left quickly, on my own,...

Poetry English

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Darkness

Bipul Banerjee ('Dusk')·March 13, 2024

Darkness written by: Bipul Banerjee Let me move into the darkness Without a ray of light For...

English Poetry

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Treetops

Zach Zajac·February 3, 2024

Treetops written by: Zach Zajac @zakzakzajac Treetops lick the sky like towering plumes of flame cracking the...

Poetry English

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The Night Before

Michael H. Brownstein·October 30, 2023

The Night Before written by: Michael H. Brownstein Night, cool, a slight breeze, less fanfare, a scraping...

English Poetry Halloween

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A Halloween Legend is Born

Bill Tope·October 25, 2023

A Halloween Legend is Born written by: Bill Tope Dusk shrouded the landscape in dense shadows as...

English Literature Halloween

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Nature! A Mystical Creative

LadyLily·October 6, 2023

Nature! A Mystical Creative written by: LadyLily @AFairymary Nature! A Mystical creative, Light pinpoints each petal On...

English Poetry

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Lune Poems to Florida

Carmen Frech Oliveri·September 22, 2023

Lune Poems to Florida written by: Carmen Frech Oliveri Hide me, deep, beneath palm trees, green. In...

Poetry English

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Bells

Spillwords·July 23, 2023

Bells a poem by: Sara Teasdale AT six o’clock of an autumn dusk With the sky in...

Literary Greats Poetry English

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Wanderings

Abha Das Sarma·July 18, 2023

Wanderings written by: Abha Das Sarma @abhadassarma of soul unguarded in flesh- shirking shadow drenched in sun....

Poetry English

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The Sky at Night

Andrea Walker·July 4, 2023

The Sky at Night written by: Andrea Walker At dusk the moon rises And swipes the sun...

English Poetry

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Nature’s Love..!!

Monika Ajay Kaul·June 21, 2023

Nature’s Love..!! written by: Monika Ajay Kaul While this endless summertide dawdles in our memories.. Nature reposes...

Poetry English

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Open Mike

Susan N Aassahde·June 12, 2023

Open Mike written by: Susan N Aassahde @poetry_curfew dusk vacation – the sovereign of a quivering weep...

Poetry English

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The Darkness Did Not Know

Michael Zeller·April 7, 2023

The Darkness Did Not Know written by: Michael Zeller @Zell_man The darkness did not know, as light,...

English Poetry

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Summer on Pine Street

Wieslaw W Falkowski·March 15, 2023

Summer on Pine Street written by: Wieslaw W Falkowski translated by: Renata Hildich - in the very corner of the nicely swept room colourful beads are flashing ...

International Poetry Polish 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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