Literary Yard

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By: Ian Fletcher


Night is falling
drawing the day
into its own oblivion
a day like all days
unique, irretrievable
by word or image
or the world’s recall.
So it is with me
for my night falls
and my oblivion calls.


Born and raised in Cardiff, Wales, Ian has an MA in English from Oxford University. He lives in Taiwan with his wife, two daughters and cat. He teaches English in a high school. He has had poems and short stories published in Tuck Magazine, The Ekphrastic Review, Literary Yard, 1947 A LiteraryJournal, Spillwords Press, Dead Snakes, Your One Phone Call, The Drabble, Schlock! Webzine,, Anotherealm, Under the Bed, A Story In 100 Words, Poems and Poetry, Friday Flash Fiction, and in various anthologies.

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