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Lower Lights

N.T. McQueen·May 11, 2023

Lower Lights written by: N.T. McQueen @NTMAuthor Since he was twelve, Homer Bagby never worked the same...

Would You?

Wayne Jermin·April 1, 2023

Would You? written by: Wayne Jermin @waynejermin Would you come to my funeral, If I died today?...

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Paramour

Fallen Engel·August 26, 2022

Paramour written by: Fallen Engel @BlackEngel3 Past is behind you it’s on your back now I throw...

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She’s The Kind of Woman Who…

Ingrid Bruck·May 22, 2022

She’s The Kind of Woman Who… written by: Ingrid Bruck @bruck_ingrid plays classical music and hymns organ...

Poetry English

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Concord Hymn

Spillwords·July 4, 2021

Concord Hymn a poem by Ralph Waldo Emerson By the rude bridge that arched the flood, Their...

Literary Greats Poetry English

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Three Dreams of Winter

Meg Smith·March 18, 2021

Three Dreams of Winter written by: Meg Smith @MegSmith_Writer We sang a hymn in a lost language....

English Poetry

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Country Hymn

Christian Garduno·May 7, 2020

Country Hymn written by: Christian Garduno last time I saw you, I knew it would be the...

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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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