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Imposter Syndrome

L.M. Lydon·August 13, 2023

Imposter Syndrome written by: L.M. Lydon So, I dreamed my best-selling fantasy novel last night. It began...

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The Kitty

Hemu Aggarwal·June 9, 2023

The Kitty written by: Hemu Aggarwal @hemuaggarwal15 Taking a walk on a fine day Walking in a...

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Temporary Sherry

Judge Burdon·August 2, 2022

Temporary Sherry written by: Judge Burdon The diamond in her wedding ring has lost its glimmer Gone...

English Poetry

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Carrying the World in a Broken Laundry Basket

Barbara Harris Leonhard·April 15, 2022

Carrying the World in a Broken Laundry Basket written by: Barbara Harris Leonhard @BarbaraLeonhar4 Isn’t easy to...

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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