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Superintelligence: The Superior Villanelle

Noah Berlatsky·March 6, 2023

Superintelligence: The Superior Villanelle written by: Noah Berlatsky @nberlat Human brains, if they contain information relevant to...

English Poetry

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The Moment of Clarity

Steven Fortune·February 1, 2023

The Moment of Clarity written by: Steven Fortune Pardon the perplexities entangling the truth Verbal eccentricities impoverished...

Poetry English

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Rejected Success

RJ Tungsten·November 26, 2022

Rejected Success written by: RJ Tungsten without rejection there is no success there’s a difference in you,...

Poetry English

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Love’s Human Capital

Charlie Bottle·October 15, 2022

Love’s Human Capital written by: Charlie Bottle @CharlieBottle As a young lad, I worked the line, turning...

Poetry English

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Have Faith

Troy Allen Houston·June 13, 2022

Have Faith written by: Troy Allen Houston Ever since I was a little boy. I tried to...

English Poetry

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I Am A Mother and So Are You

Pallavi·August 26, 2021

I Am A Mother and So Are You written by: Pallavi I struggle as much as you...

Poetry English

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Keep…

Aisha Saidi Kingu·August 25, 2021

Keep… written by: Aisha Saidi Kingu @KinguAisha Keep moving, Keep fighting, Keep working hard, Keep doing your...

English Poetry

·1 min read

POISONED TREES AND YELLOW GRASS, EXCERPT II by Karen Clark at Spillwords.com

POISONED TREES AND YELLOW GRASS II

Karen Clark·January 30, 2021

POISONED TREES AND YELLOW GRASS EXCERPT II written by: Karen Clark The light was now receding; evening...

English Literature

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Hands-on

Abbas Soni·October 16, 2020

Hands-on written by: Abbas Soni I look at my hand And see fingers, like different phases of...

Poetry English

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My Words

Annette Tarpley·October 11, 2020

My Words written by: Annette Tarpley My words you read The content you critique You may not...

Poetry English

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Swift As You Come

Isioma Jemimah Okonicha·September 3, 2020

Swift As You Come written by: Isioma Jemimah Okonicha The shadow that chases me around The nightmare...

English Poetry

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La Mia Adolescenza

Stefano Polo·April 15, 2020

La Mia Adolescenza written by: Stefano Polo Fredde stanze nella mia vita frustate di vita… Nel mio...

English International Italian Poetry

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The Last Word

Welkin Siskin·August 9, 2019

The Last Word written by: Welkin Siskin Lest I discover you not In the realm of my...

English Poetry

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Life Is A Roller Coaster Ride

Urvashi Vats·May 14, 2019

Life Is A Roller Coaster Ride written by: Urvashi Vats @urvi12 Life is a roller coaster ride,...

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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