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The Solar Eclipse April 8 2024

Angel Edwards·April 8, 2024

The Solar Eclipse April 8 2024 written by: Angel Edwards @vancouverAngel Solar eclipse myths Terror fear of...

Poetry English

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Blood Belt

James Hancock·February 20, 2024

Blood Belt written by: James Hancock @JimHank13 When black crows circle over rotting dead, and eyes of...

English Literature

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Ìtàn Ìfé (The Story of Love)

Adédoyin Àjàyí·January 29, 2024

Ìtàn Ìfé (The Story of Love) written by: Adédoyin Àjàyí @AjayiAdedoyin14 The sun was dying. It cast...

English Literature

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A Little Help

Gabriella Balcom·December 19, 2023

A Little Help written by: Gabriella Balcom Glancing around him, Reuben saw all the desks were empty....

Christmas Featured Post English 12 Days of Christmas Literature

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Island Beauty

Mike Ricketts·October 15, 2023

Island Beauty written by: Mike Ricketts The Sun was burning ever so bright, glinting on the turquoise...

English Poetry

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Angry Gods

LCF-M·September 1, 2023

Angry Gods written by: Lorraine Murtagh The Gods took anger against the world. Neptune ran rage and...

English Poetry

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A Musical Instrument

Spillwords·March 12, 2023

A Musical Instrument a poem by: Elizabeth Barrett Browning What was he doing, the great god Pan,...

Literary Greats Poetry English

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The Cusp of Time

RC Larlham·February 10, 2023

The Cusp of Time written by: RC Larlham @Mohawk742 Standing on the cusp of time, wishing we...

Poetry English

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Red Clay

William Wright·January 20, 2023

Red Clay written by: William Wright, Jr. @loftydreams101 They treat his mind like an empty parcel Planting...

Poetry English

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Iphigenia’s Womb

Eric Robert Nolan·January 4, 2023

Iphigenia’s Womb written by: Eric Robert Nolan Once I knew a girl Whose porcelain upturned face Beseeched...

Poetry English

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The Celestial Platypus

Robyn MacKinnon·November 27, 2022

The Celestial Platypus written by: Robyn MacKinnon @art_rat the Celestial Platypus angering the power gods! “Psst…how stoned...

Robyn Finds Poetry Robyn MacKinnon English Poetry

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Out of The Jungle

Kathy Whipple·August 4, 2022

Out of The Jungle written by: Kathy Whipple For weeks, Nana was convinced someone was stealing yams...

Literature English Featured Post

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The Planet Gods

Hunter North·July 23, 2022

The Planet Gods written by: Hunter North It was a place outside of time, perhaps outside of...

Literature English

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If I Were a Book

Anoucheka Gangabissoon·June 23, 2022

If I Were a Book written by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon If I were to be a book, My...

English Poetry

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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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