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You, a poem by Phyllis P. Colucci at Spillwords.com

You

Phyllis P. Colucci·July 30, 2024

You written by: Phyllis P. Colucci @FictionTarot “You” were the smile on my face The Love in...

Poetry English Featured Post Phyllis P. Colucci

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Moving On

Adele Evershed·June 22, 2024

Moving On written by: Adele Evershed - On the radio, Simon and Garfunkle were singing about how...

Moving Day

Caroline Lewsey·April 10, 2024

Moving Day written by: Caroline Lewsey I never thought I’d like it here. When I moved to...

Literature English

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Deep Freeze

Cheryl Snell·February 2, 2024

Deep Freeze written by: Cheryl Snell It’s dropping snow, an avalanche of snow straight from the whitened...

Literature English

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I’m Not Scratchin’ That Itch!

Jennifer Geer·January 25, 2024

I’m Not Scratchin’ That Itch! written by: Jennifer Geer “Honey is that you,” that’s all he said,...

Poetry English

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Lost in Love

Breanna Hobbs-Dunning·January 17, 2024

Lost in Love written by: Breanna Hobbs-Dunning Away from home, I feel all alone. this place… Isn’t...

Poetry English

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Water Under The Bridge

Kay Lesley Reeves·January 10, 2024

Water Under The Bridge written by: Kay Lesley Reeves We stood together hand in hand Watching the...

English Poetry

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Each to Their Own

Christine Procter·November 27, 2023

Each to Their Own written by: Christine Procter Afterthought flowers – that’s what she used to call...

English Literature

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Lilies, a poem written by Polly Oliver at Spillwords.com

Lillies

Polly Oliver·November 10, 2023

Lilies written by: Polly Oliver You took the knife and hacked down Love; Slicing through tendon and...

English Poetry

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Message From The Other Side

Peggy Gerber·October 26, 2023

Message From The Other Side written by: Peggy Gerber @peggysue445 Everyone tiptoed on eggshells around Gracie, especially...

Literature Halloween English

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Anywhere but Nowhere

Richard M. Ankers·September 3, 2023

Anywhere but Nowhere written by: Richard M. Ankers @Richard_Ankers “Anywhere but nowhere.” A melodious whisper, her voice...

Restless

Arran James Grant·August 3, 2023

Restless written by: Arran James Grant @arranjamesgrant hello mister tired eyes we meet again do you remember...

English Poetry

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Notes of Life

Anitha Jayasankar·June 26, 2023

Notes of Life written by: Anitha Jayasankar Breathing in and out the notes of life, from first...

English Poetry

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Hold On

Kelli J Gavin·May 31, 2023

Hold On written by: Kelli J Gavin @KelliJGavin I always heard that when you find someone you...

Poetry English

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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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