By: Aneesha Roy She strolls into her study in Her characteristic, Neanderthal gait; Her shoulders drooping, Her skin misted with sweat; Her breath heavy And her day laid waste. She approaches her mahogany desk Under the ornate ceiling And devours…
By: Raymond Greiner My name is Howard Woodward. I have lived in this city for twenty years, have a good paying job and live in an up scale apartment. During formative years I dreamed of city life, an ever-busy place…
By: William T. Hathaway From the book RADICAL PEACE: People Refusing War I first met the man we’ll call Trucker in 1970 at a rally against the Vietnam War. Our demo was going to start on the Berkeley campus…
By: Milt Montague Bows dancing on strings Sounds piercing my heart Searing my soul A plaintive cry Out of the past The Renaissance Reconnecting To the ancients Lights on once more After a long desolate night Viola da Gamba’s sonority…
By: Mit Montague fifteen years ago it arrived barely one foot high a gift from Evelyn’s son Steve after her knee surgery the years have slipped by Evy’s leg healed beautifully restoring pain-free mobility to our active lives the tree…
By: Milt Montague a glass of wine is fine red or white will do as well to relax both mind and body enhance enjoyment of a meal promote conviviality drink a toast to loved ones who make us greater than…
The Literary Yard in order to improve the backend and enhance the front-end of the website seeks support from its vast community of authors, readers and followers, among others. Since its inception in March 2013, the e-journal has established its name worldwide, but…
By: Paulo Lorenzo L Garcia IT was a dark and dreary midnight, tenebrous rain clouds hovered pensively up in the sky, swirling back and forth to conceal the moon. The silver rays of moonlight had once again unveiled itself upon…
By: Debadatta Pati ‘Mile sur mera tumhara’ was my mother’s favorite song when I was hitting puberty. I was twelve, maybe thirteen. I don’t remember the exact time when she started humming this song all the time. The song had…
Mountain Echoes Literary Festival, which turns five this year, claims to bring together writers, biographers, historians, environmentalists, scholars, photographers, poets, musicians, artists and film-makers to engage in cultural dialogue, share stories, create memories for three blissful days in the mountains….