Literary Yard

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Year: 2018

Aisle Shades

By: Jourdan Lobban It was a scorching Saturday. I had to get my hair done no matter the cost. But my Wawa regiment had to be satisfied first. I had done the routine countless times: I’m in with my money,…

Poem: Lunch, Post-Treatment

By: Alyssa Trivett We sat at the round table in afternoon dust as the revolving doors roller skated in frigid breeze and our froggy throats talked about the weather and how your treatment went. And we sat with folded hands…

‘Sweet Memories’ and poems by Eterigho

By: Eterigho Oghenekome Humphrey SWEET MEMORIES Memories, don’t ask me of the last names I loved- Tell winds to halt echoing their whispers to my head; For my travelling feet leave them behind each year- Away from my eye’s sight, they…

Poem: Death

By: Rimli Bhattacharya   Death exists, Though she denied it, In front of her lay the lifeless soul of her son, He was buoyant day before yesterday. But today – Death exists, The mother in her wailed, Her world has gone…

In the Final Analysis

By: Connie Woodring Birth… No choice here. An infant is placed on a roller coaster seat. The operator asks nonchalantly, “Oops! Did I fasten the seat belt?” after the car has made its initial climb. Gender… An exaggerated, distorted extravaganza of…