Literary Yard

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Month: February 2019

Vocabulatrophy

By: Austin J. Dalton The day already seemed to be a less than auspicious one when I glanced over at the alarm clock from where I was positioned on the couch. Ten in the morning, I’d missed my academic advising…

Poem: It’s About Time

By: Alan Berger We get born, then we dieIn the middle We love, try, laugh, and cry I Need a break to de-charge my batteries Need a push to forgive my enemies Need to lay under a tree With a…

Story: The Coyote

By: The Birch Twins He closed his eyes against the dust as the bus drew away. Walking down the middle of the highway, he exchanged looks with a mangy looking coyote. Typical of her. She wouldn’t even feed the hungry…

Poem: Fishing the Highland Lochs

By: Don Thompson (Norman MacCaig) His manuscripts must’ve smelled like cigarettes, stained by coffee cup rings, with notes to himself in the margins about which lures to take on the next fishing trip— Dunkell, Black Pennell, Wickham’s Fancy… I can hear…

Poem: Chrysalism

By: Gizelle Verduzco Light taps of rain cleanse the earth, Almost like a toddler running on top of my roof. A mirage of grey tears fall from the dim sky, The sun disappears into an abyss. The crackling release of…

Story: Old Clothes

By: Michal Reibenbach For several years now my friend Shifra and I have been in the habit of collecting old clothes from our family and friends. When we have managed to gather together a substantial amount we load the clothes…

Story: The Cemetery

By: Michal Reibenbach “I always visit my sister’s grave at this time of year, just before Yom Kippur. Would you come to the cemetery with me tomorrow for I really hate going alone?” Elia asks me over the phone. “Yes,…

Poem: Even a king

By: Alan Berger Even a KingThat is going to breakHas not a clue of his impending fate Any promise I hurl at youSoon in time Will turn on me like a screw When the rain comes in To shower my…