Literary Yard

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Month: January 2019

I am but a small mouse

By: Constance Woodring skittering through the edges of your life. So tiny, and yet so much power do I have over the female gender. They are taught by the age of three to scream “EEK!” at the sight of me,…

Not facing the music

By Alan Berger I certainly can’t blame you For throwing me out of our band Let us face the music I had a heroin addiction as big as the land Remember when they built that tour bus Just for our…

Sweet Wood

By: Mehreen Ahmed Late afternoon drizzles blighted the lights. Layered clouds, hung over in translucent folds. Dusky shadows fell upon a gully’s end. Next to this, a cinnamon farm lay stretched to the horizon. Tia Magnolia stood on this farm,…

Poem: Woman looking for a tongue!

By : Amirah Al Wassif   they said your voice shouldn’t be heardwe need a woman without soundthen I asked my godo lord, do I count?and he answered me in shortraise your voice and shoutthey said we need a perfect…

No Man’s Land

By Gaither Stewart Get out your atlas. You will likely need it when you read farther here about the intriguing but little known story in a lesser known part of Alpine Europe: Italy’s northern territory of Alto Adige, better known…

Poem: Old Friend

By: Steven Jakobi for Wally A bright blue morning, clean and fresh after the rain. An ordinary day of ordinary lives and ordinary tasks. Except that you left us today. A Wednesday in August. Like any other Wednesday during your…

Poem: Boiling Sap

By: Steven Jakobi Deep snow stills the woods, ice sparkles in the morning sun, but the longer days are brighter and the wind is a bit kinder. The February sky is filled with the nasal chords of geese, the sonorous…

My magic dream, which calls itself eternity

By: Pawel Markiewicz The Angels are flying in pairs through dreamy eternity the legendary fairies dreaming overnight the dwarfish primal world with a dreamed imagination the Leprechauns on the open sea Dream gull escapes with high tide Apollo’s wings in…