Literary Yard

By: Elryn Westerfield Fallible I am fallible, Fall-able; I am my musings, imitations, Mutations; I am an imposter, Postulator. I hand out my lily Lies, As plucked petals of fiction, Not to […]

By: Annapurani Vaidyanathan That at home or away, I’m always bound by rules. That, I don’t have the privilege to choose. That, I will always be judged, whether I win my battles […]

By: Ken W Simpson Apathy You can tell an America the truth but you can’t make it think. The Fake Race An elephant in every room smoke and mirrors and clowns dressed […]

By: Rex Chilcote Early Morning It’s early in the morning when the only sounds you hear are the hum of the refrigerator and the stray car going down the road. If you […]

By:  M.L. Fenton Shopping list She had beautiful penmanship (something. I’ve always lacked) I thought as I looked at her Shopping list: Pudding Hot dog relish Bananas (two, ripped from the bunch) […]

By: Alan Berger It looks like someoneBeen chewing on my noseToo much sunAnd coke I supposeWhere I left my keysWho the Hell knowns?My pants are to bigFor my prick and my assGlass […]

By: Phillip Knight Scott  colors I love you as 
 the night
 hangs gently from your brow, playing towards 
 a twinkle, determined to turn your lips ( 
 revealing the bliss […]

By: Mahala Spillers Terpsichore Leather bound arcane gesture; I feel it on my pulse. As I yield my wrists up to you, Terpishore sways between the air gaps, Busting the pipeline alive […]