Literary Yard

Search for meaning

Year: 2016

Poem: Solitary Clouds

By: Denny E. Marshall Yesterday lots of clouds Today clear skies Few hours’ later One cloud appears Perhaps loneliness Is all about Being a day or two behind Two hours later Another single cloud appears

Story: The Bubblegum Muddlebum

By: Vanessa Cutts One day Monica was getting dressed for school and she could only find one shoe. She looked everywhere, under the bed, in the toy box and in the bottom of the wardrobe. But Monica’s shoe was nowhere to…

Story: Encounter

By: Sri Ram The container trucks that transport brand new cars between states, lorries carrying sacks of rice and wheat and jewelry shops are among a few that Arun have laid his thieving hands on yet, the police never rounded…

Poem: The Grapes

By: Lynn White The pub on the corner was known as ‘The Grapes’. I used to go there a lifetime ago, with one friend or another. It was my local, my space, my place, friendly and safe. I had no money,…

Poem: Who Am I

By: Lynn White When did I last know who I am? I wonder if it when I was a child, when I made up stories from my imagination. Was I separate then from the imaginary children with imaginary parents and imaginary…

Story: Festival

By: Sri Ram Contract killers Mani and David were given assignment for the month. The assignment sheet said that they were to kill a guy named Arul, aged 35, an ex-military man. There was a photograph that clearly showed Arul…

Poem: Impression of Love-Mercy

By: Jeo Jenny Momma, what is Mercy? Cha-cha, mercy is something beyond vengeance and ego It can catch wounded hearts and nurses it Travels across the walls of ego Knows no harm even to the harmful The best example is “Love…

Poem: i hope for better tomorrows

By: Linda M Crate i fear for our country each choice seems like a bad choice i pray that we don’t die because of politician’s greed, and i pray for more tomorrows, and a better future; i pray because our…

Poem: Vexed flower child

By: Linda M Crate i prefer to be kindness and flowers persephone dreaming in demeter’s garden, but sometimes you force me to become artemis or athena driving into war with animals and fury and bloodshed using wisdom as a weapon…