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In Light of Recent Humiliations

David Lohrey·June 21, 2022

In Light of Recent Humiliations written by: David Lohrey Menke opened up about his soft drink fixation,...

English Featured Post Poetry

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Things Unsaid

Christopher Johnson·April 7, 2022

Things Unsaid written by: Christopher Johnson @cjohnsonwrite When I was a teenager—sixteen, to be exact—I worked at...

Literature Featured Post English

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Civilization of Humiliation

Nivedita Roy·March 5, 2022

Civilization of Humiliation written by: Nivedita Roy @Roynivi3 Canary sky, when blue is blind I turn my face...

Poetry English

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Cry of The Indigenous Child

Saher Lalani·August 24, 2021

Cry of The Indigenous Child written by: Saher Lalani for the Indigenous children stolen by the residential...

Poetry English

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Sati

Manoj Krishnan·July 20, 2020

Sati written by: Manoj Krishnan Tonight her impassive eyes were staring at his lifeless body, Somewhere in...

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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