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The Man of Adria

S.S·September 19, 2020

The Man of Adria written by: S.S Midst the life’s continual tumults, I’ve sought, and found solace,...

The American President, A.D. 2169-2077

Tom Ball·February 26, 2020

The American President, A.D. 2169-2077 written by: Tom Ball As President, I said I wanted what was...

English Literature

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Darkness Ravens

Verona Jones·January 13, 2020

Darkness Ravens written by: Verona Jones @VeronaJ57 Darkness Ravens fall with joining Shadows so disappointing. Heavenward the darkness...

Poetry English

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Bathsheba

Ron Kempton·September 17, 2019

Bathsheba written by: Ron Kempton Cinnamon hue on fading earth casting rusty shadow Past shyness she steps...

Poetry English

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Maleficium

Cass Wilson·June 19, 2019

Maleficium written by: Cass Wilson Beneath the blood red hue of Hunters Moon Upon the crimson ground...

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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