Literary Yard

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Year: 2013

Poem: I Am Little

By: A.J. Huffman black dress, timeless necessity. I am standard, issued as staple, dependable go-to. An easy decision, I am appropriate accessory for every occasion. ***** [A.J. Huffman has published six solo chapbooks and one joint chapbook through various small presses….

The Aureate lights

By: Shruthi Vatsyayani It’s a good feeling, flying back home, to the warmth of the familiarity, something you have known all your life, after a tough semester. The small interval of time before boarding the flight and after collecting the…

Story: Around in the Dark

By: L.E. Schwaller Don’t you know there ain’t no devil, there’s just God when he’s drunk –Tom Waits It had taken three hard days and nights of drinking his way through Dublin to get Thomas to the front steps of The…

Poem: Strangers

By: Patrick P. Stafford Something there is that holds the anxious heart in check, That offers only to the eyes the total essence of you, Shows in the hair and face, in the lovely curve of neck, How much I yearn…

Poem: Gardens and Memories

By: Patrick P. Stafford I know it’s time to go to sleep. I know it’s time to shut out light. And now because all hope is gone, I know it’s time to say goodnight. Winter has filled this empty room, Though…

Poem: The Sand

By: Patrick P. Stafford There we stood years ago, upon our emerald beach, With pure love between us, and pure happiness within reach. Years ago when you held my heart in the palm of your hand, And I would caress your…

Poem: Full Moon Day

By: Aditya R   On a full moon day, walking by the roadway. Silver light hitting everything, a visual song of night, to sing. Song triggers, the mixed melancholic notes Whispers of rustling leaves, caressing bamboo, A mystical eerie Enchanting Silver…

Poem: Girl and Sandman

By: Aditya R    A silent girl never speaks much. Glittering yet hollow eyes, Body and face, a sculptors paradise. A sudden flinch in the mouth, A curious contraction of brow So as sandman i follow, She finally sits, on an…

Story: Autumn Winds

By: Saheli Khastagir   She is wearing a red saree. Maroon, really. There are little white spots, possibly flowers, or maybe leaves printed on the entire length. It’s not clear, maybe because of the little wrinkles spread out on it, blurring…

Story: The Weeping Wall

By: Pamela  Q Fernandes I strongly believe that the reason God gives us children is to remind us of our own childhood. The days when we feared nothing, when we lived without a care in the world, knowing that we would…