Literary Yard

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Month: November 2016

Poem: The Lady Fair

By: Wylie Strout A stout woman with Her aged shoulders Broadly raised Flicking sticky tentacles here and there Birthing tentacles yes, here and there Oh, Mother of mine A tough old lady’s aspirations: throbbing, growing, dreaming, tugging, pulling, seizing Seeking the…

Poem: Dove

By: Wylie Strout Forgive me, for being human For being someone you did not expect to find For being true to myself For forgetting Forgive me, for having a spiritual side For being marginal at life For seeking new ground,…

Fight back or go under

By: William T. Hathaway The presidency of Donald Trump is going to be a slap in the face of American workers that will wake us up to the reality of social class. Big T’s pedal-to-the-metal policies will show us clearly…

Poem: Sonam Gupta, Where Are You?

I was ceaselessly awake Tweeting Typing Tapping Trundling Tumbling In the hope to see Sonam Gupta Have I heard it right ‘Sonam Gupta bewafa hai’? I left no denomination without Scribbling Striking Stroking Shooting Sending In the hope to defame…

Story: The Election

By: Reese Scott They all waited till it was daylight. All the homes. All the apartments. All the cars. All the ferries. All the planes stopped. Each person went outside making sure that they had removed their modern day white…

Story: Armless

By: Sri Ram “So, hunting for a job you ended up in here?” Ryan asked. “Yes. Is there a problem with it?” David replied politely. “There is a problem dude. Have you ever looked at yourself in the mirror? You…