Literary Yard

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Month: May 2018

Poem: Four

By: Prathap Kamath As the fourth one I always smelt victory, mouth watering standing close to the third, but never had it. The victory stand had room only for three. I lived in the middle land between the wanted and…

Nurses a Boon to the ailing patients

By: Col Binu Sharma, Senior Vice President- Nursing Services Columbia Asia hospitals have created an environment that supports nursing practice and focuses on professional autonomy from decision making at the bedside, nursing involvement in determining the nursing work environment, professional…

Poem: Keeping Warm

By: Emily Strauss woolen wraps, down quilts piles of dry leaves a tent tethered in a desert wash bowed against a lashing storm a sail tearing from a small mast. a lone figure inside, fighting to breathe against the wind ripping…

Poem: Christmas, 1956

By: Emily Strauss Black tire marks on the pavement— high school toughs with their cans of Pabst Blue Ribbon challenged each other to drag races in their Chevy hot-rods, peeling out, tires screeching down the cold empty streets late at night…

Story: Copy-Paste Work

By: Ramprasath Madan stood next to the great Indian actor Irfan Khan and this is not a filmfare award function stage but Madan’s personal computer. Madan adjusted brightness and contrast to balance the colors to make his morphed picture look real….

Poem: Swimming against the current

By: Milton P. Ehrlich  Hurt pricks like a thorn, waiting when waiting pains. Routines of humiliation and kindness shape the changes in your heart. The wail of Minarets reminds us to weep. Infidels in a foreign land reside in an Indian…

Poem: Mates

By: Milton P. Ehrlich My old lady is now an old lady. She used to cut a rug as a jitterbug at the USO back in the 1940’s. These days she sashays across a kitchen floor in a sedate but sensuous…

Poem: Hunger

By: Milton P. Ehrlich Casualties of agreed-upon lies fuel their guts with fire and smoke, in a rage that cannot be quelled. They feast on glassy-eyed fish heads that even the seagulls throw away. Buckets of bumblebees sooth the palate. Like…

Poem: A fine day for writing

By:  James Aitchison The weather washes away yesterday’s words. Exhausted leaves carpet the feet of scholarly trees. Birds peck at grammar on the roof. The drizzle embraces my solitude. It is a very fine day for writing.

Germany’s new right wing

By William T. Hathaway Since parliamentary democracy was restored in Germany after World War Two, several right-wing parties have sought to get the required 5% of the popular vote to be represented in parliament. They all failed until 2017. In…