Literary Yard

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Year: 2015

Poem: i want silence

By: Linda M Crate you always make love or argue, and i hate hearing it all the time reluctant to call the landlord because i want to be a good neighbor my patience is waning thin; it’s hard to concentrate…

Poem: the greatest revenge

By: Linda M Crate you have a way with words like no other piercing my heart with the silver sword of your tongue, and i want nothing more than to sever the offending adam from your mouth; but that is…

Poem: when karma kicks you

By: Linda M. Crate lost in the music and magic of the land i buried my face in your musk, and you smirked like a wolf; i never let it bother me i thought maybe you didn’t like to smile…

Poem: pandora’s box

a rabbit hearted girl i was before you broke me i rose from my ashes a battle raven ready for war, and i will not smile kindly upon your countenance should we meet again; i will dismiss you without a…

Literature in Speculative Times

Literature in vogue today combines myriad forms and types. Hollywood, a term which I’m deliberately using to refer to all kinds of ‘woods’ that exist around the world including Bollywood and Tollywood, has been a major driving force behind the…

Poem: A tale of two paperboats

By: Debleena Majumdar One sunshine morning, We floated side by side, Two identical paperboats. Our paper sails nodding Gently, in tune with our Familiar breeze of stories. Across the orange sunset, Floated our magic castle, On a winding stairway of…

Poem: two old men

By: Milt Montague two old men met when young and this crazy world was at war once again three psychopaths made a pact that only their countries would rule our planet in this mess these two met preparing to defend…

Poem: awake in the dark

By: Milt Montague awake in the predawn dark sleep impossible night is endless I am alone… alone wretchedly alone in a barren void desperate to find another soul hear another voice to contravene the emptiness to confirm my reality to…

Story: In the Bed

 By: Sam Rapth In the hall, on the TV, a doctor was uttering the following in an excitedly composed tone. “What is a body? Muscles and Nerves!! Practice for four days, lunch at 3 O clock and on the 4th day,…

Poem: When a Homeless Girl Dies

By: Adreyo Sen Some are cold hints of an elegy where they stand. Their silence, a promise they will be remembered. No one could see her. Her hunger made her invisible to people more practiced in smiles. She was distemper on…