Literary Yard

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Month: February 2019

Poem: In the middle

By Alan Berger In the middle of the night At the tail end of another tales thought flight I remembered I line That made me give back all the lines of advices I ever had bought “If you are scared…

Poem: Last Dance

By Michael Mogel An ancient rhythm a ritual that defies time like dancing the Argentine Tango. A frozen face like a mask hiding the fear of death. The touch of another invading a stream of movement. The tune is always…

A view from the top

By: Alan Berger I had the top bunk in jail. It wasn’t lonely at the top, or at the bottom in any of the bunks in dorm A. One of the most emotional sightings I had was in the first…