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Crossing You

Massimiliano (Max) Bianchi·September 21, 2019

Crossing You written by: Massimiliano (Max) Bianchi @mb470102 Crossing you Every day You said I never noticed...

English Poetry

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But You Have Read The Book

Matthew Groeger·September 17, 2019

But You Have Read The Book written by: Matthew Groeger @groegerwriting You come into the bathroom. It’s...

English Literature

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Try Her Up

PYG's Whisper·October 1, 2018

Try Her Up written by: PYG’s Whisper @YounggiePYG 3 am in the morning Everybody is sleeping Some...

English Poetry

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jamshe·May 8, 2018

Ex written by: jamshe I’m sorry I did not die In a fiery high speed crash Or...

English Poetry

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Good Luck

Dan Leicht·October 2, 2017

Good Luck written by: Dan Leicht @Deeliopunk With a pen, its ink almost dry, he sat down...

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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Crossing You

But You Have Read The Book

Try Her Up

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Good Luck

Taps on The Ceiling

When The Jehovahs Knock

This Man’s War

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Interview Q&A II With Suman Pokhrel

Requiem for a Blue Dress

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The Haunting Embrace of My Black Hole

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