Literary Yard

Search for meaning

Year: 2015

Poem: the island

By: Linda M Crate no man is an island they say, but i am no man; i find myself at my most comfortable when i am alone there are no illusions and people pleasing no having to deal with people…

Poem: just a past love

By: Linda M Crate you said i was marie and kikyo always your past love never your last even in the present of the moments we shared together, and i don’t know why i didn’t nail the holes of your…

Poem: More condescending than peacocks

By: Linda M Crate you’re the devil except you don’t wear prada just tennis shoes, and an attitude more condescending than a strutting male peacock; you think the whole world should bow down and serve your lazy entitled rear— you…

Poem: From Another Room

By: JD DeHart From another room, I can see you seeing me.  I only know what my hands looks like, and I hate the sound of my own voice recorded, reading back to me. I avoid mirrors when I can….

Poem: Confines

By: JD DeHart She speaks with the mouth of a creature who begs the stage. She wants, needs, absurdly craves to tell her story over and over and loud. She is confined by her own shackles of perception, caged by…

Poem: Communication

By: JD DeHart I raise my eyebrow at the dog and he (she?) does not know what I mean. When I hold you close and you make a sound, does that auditory phenomenon mean what I hope it does? When…

Story: Hanging On

By: Gaither Stewart Professor Emiliano Madero liked to profess publicly that he felt he was in the midst of an epic battle between the two gods of ancient Mexico: Quetzalcoatl, the hero–founder of agriculture and industry, and Tezcatlipoca, the ubiquitous…

Poem: Thank You for Your Love

By: Zunayet Ahammed You’ve hyped my life more than I’ve ever been So a big floral thank you to you for all your love and fragrance you proffer Whenever I cherish someone in my croft You’re there to sit close…

Poem: Five

By: Tanmoy Biswas  ***** Groom could not be found for Shontu’s sister. She was squint-eyed. She buried her life behind the noisy sewing-machine and inside dumb kitchen. Once Shontu took her and their old mother to Darjeeling. when in the cloud-free…