Literary Yard

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Month: January 2018

Poem: Losing The Battle

By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick The voices are loud The voices are whispering, always present Racing thoughts, others pull up a seat Muddling the wires, recipe for obsession No peace No peace Never peace nor quiet Soothing music, sunshine upon the…

The Influence of Nature on Human Life

By: Indunil Madhusankha Nature is the life blood of all living beings on earth. All flora and fauna including us, the human beings are part and parcel of nature. According to Wikipedia, the free encyclopaedia, nature refers to the set of…

Poem: The slow lonely moments

By: Kara Roberts the slow lonely moments that drip by and drizzle like stampeding tar black and ugly. it’s a lanky sedated parade of disingenuous smiles barely rippling the surface of the ancient tongue-tied statue who can’t feel the grains of…

Poem: Election Blues

By: Edward Ahern There’s something about power That draws the worst of men, and puts their aberrations on magnified display. There’s something about supporters who vote for a defective yet claim to own what’s right, and cope in the surreal….

Poem: Good Afternoon Death

By: Edward Ahern I cannot force myself to fear a pleasant, sunny day, and yet that’s when most people kill people. Road rage, gang fights, bank robbery Car wrecks, drug deals, spousal slayings Suicides and matricides and random death. I…

The Gringo Wall

By Gaither Stewart Some years ago an amusing satirical article in the Buenos Aires leftwing daily, Pagina 12, made me want to cry. In five thousand words the Argentinean journalist José Pablo Feinmann, ridiculed, among other things, the whole concept…

Story: The way he makes me feel

By Maria Agostina Biritos Blue. My world is filled with blue. His eyes. His All-American fairy-fucking-tale prince-charming blue eyes. And he is all mine. He is blond. Dirty glossy honey blond with sunny highlights. And he is all mine. Dreamy…

Poem: Mount Sinai

By: Milt Montague eyes closed completely relaxed comfortably ensconced in recliner, feet raised air conditioning hummms ready for my next adventure floating up and away a thrill runs down my spine embarking upon a new experience I enter a vortex…

Poem: long long ago

By: Milt Montague long long ago before men learned how to destroy our only source of life by their own stupidity…. lived two great empires the Egyptians and the Hittites of biblical fame more or less peacefully for many generations…

Story: The Last Children

By: TM Blayte Seeing as it is the first day of school, I’m expecting anything, or almost anything; except for my girlfriend to tell me we’ve committed the unforgivable crime. I am walking out of the last class of the day,…