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Verses Composed to One Page from My Life-Book

Koushik Gain·July 24, 2023

Verses Composed to One Page from My Life-Book written by: Koushik Gain I have overcome to read...

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Lessons in Love - Unconditional Forgiven, poetry by Charlie Bottle at Spillwords.com

Lessons in Love – Unconditional Forgiveness

Charlie Bottle·May 14, 2023

Lessons in Love – Unconditional Forgiveness (Mother’s Day Tribute) written by: Charlie Bottle @CharlieBottle When we come...

Happy Mother’s Day 2023

Ricky Glenn·May 14, 2023

Happy Mother’s Day 2023 written by: Ricky Glenn Mom I write these words for you The one...

English Poetry

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Mama, My Love, My Eden

Imeon504·May 14, 2023

Mama, My Love, My Eden written by: Imeon504 Too many years passed And the details, I remember...

Poetry English

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The Surprise

Victor Roy Kirwan·May 13, 2023

The Surprise written by: Victor Roy Kirwan I “Oy!” Somebody in the seat behind nudged me. “The...

The Curse

Priyanka Chaya·February 15, 2023

The Curse written by: Priyanka Chaya @_prichaya “Please, Mom, one more book. Please!” His innocent, wide-eyed gaze...

Literature English

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Defeated by The Polar Bear

Angela Creasy·August 24, 2022

Defeated by The Polar Bear written by: Angela Creasy “Mommy,” a little voice squeaked from the backseat....

Literature English

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Locust Hill: Chapter 4, series by Carl Parsons at Spillwords.com

Locust Hill: Chapter IV

Carl Parsons·August 7, 2022

Locust Hill Chapter IV Farm Work written by: Carl Parsons 4.1 After the confrontation with my parents,...

Literature English Featured Post Carl Parsons Locust Hill

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Farewell Mom

Vessislava Savova·January 7, 2022

Farewell Mom written by: Vessislava Savova @vessislava_vls cries of crows I feel shuddering before the bad news...

English Poetry

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Dear Mom

Sheri M. Stewart·September 2, 2021

Dear Mom written by: Sheri M. Stewart Mom, you were the first to teach me love. Today...

Poetry English

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Mine

Karen Lynn·August 21, 2021

Mine written by: Karen Lynn Forward: cycle of abuse Reverse: cycle broken I am a bad...

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Cooking A Life With A Wire Spine

Barbara Harris Leonhard·August 14, 2021

Cooking A Life With A Wire Spine written by: Barbara Harris Leonhard @BarbaraLeonhar4 The recipe book that...

This Be The Verse

Spillwords·September 6, 2020

This Be The Verse a poem by: Philip Larkin They fuck you up, your mum and dad....

Poetry English Literary Greats

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Mom, Who Paints The Sky That Way

Elaine Marie Carnegie-Padgett·July 31, 2020

Mom, Who Paints The Sky That Way written by: Elaine Marie @ElaineMarieCar1 I watched my blonde-haired babies,...

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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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