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In Honour of all Veterans

Carol Anne·November 11, 2024

In Honour of all Veterans written by: Carol Anne In the quiet of the morning mist, We...

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Soul Retrieval

Lasara Firefox Allen·October 18, 2024

Soul Retrieval written by: Lasara Firefox Allen - To my bones the ancient stones spelled home. Arriving in the Scottish Highlands...

English Literature

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51, poetry by Francisco Bravo Cabrera at Spillwords.com

51

Francisco Bravo Cabrera·August 23, 2024

51 written by: Francisco Bravo Cabrera I raise my arms to touch the blessed air that gives...

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Being 60

C H Elton·July 9, 2024

Being 60 written by: C H Elton @sdc130764 Well, where did that time go? When I was...

Poetry English

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She, a poem by Phyllis Souza at Spillwords.com

She

Phyllis Souza·May 17, 2024

She written by: Phyllis Souza In the middle of the night, the moon disappears from the sky....

Poetry English

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Comfort and Joy will Tide us Over

Linda Marie Hilton·December 22, 2023

Comfort and Joy will Tide us Over written by: Linda Marie Hilton From my stored winter cache...

English Poetry Christmas

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Just Around Midnight

Ken Gosse·December 14, 2023

Just Around Midnight written by: Ken Gosse Paws pause upon their rooftop. On hearing them stop, parents...

Poetry Christmas English

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Thanksgiving Dream

Andy Cooper·November 23, 2023

Thanksgiving Dream written by: Andy Cooper @AC0040 I shot upright, rubbing my eyes in a cold sweat....

English Poetry

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Middle Gratitude

Bob O'Cape Cod·October 2, 2023

Middle Gratitude written by: Bob O’Cape Cod I am thankful for the middle. I try to live...

Literature English

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Like a Ladybird on a Daisy

Patricia Furstenberg·August 9, 2023

Like a Ladybird on a Daisy written by: Patricia Furstenberg @PatFurstenberg A ladybird dashes through my field...

English Poetry

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The Black Dog

Nobby66·April 10, 2023

The Black Dog written by: Nobby66 @douglas97_s He’s here again, The looming bark that heralds the incoming...

Poetry English

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Imperfections

Sherin Abraham·March 24, 2023

Imperfections written by: Sherin Abraham I am imperfect, I know that… I know it very well I...

Poetry English

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Goodnight

Kirsten Curcio·March 11, 2023

Goodnight written by: Kirsten Curcio @ghosthumanbones The luminous, reassured smile your children show lifting blankets to their...

Poetry English

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Into 2023

Gina Carrillo·January 21, 2023

Into 2023 written by: Gina Carrillo Most life was living in the light Now I enjoy the...

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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