Literary Yard

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Month: July 2019

Home Invasion

By: Nell Cunningham There is a picture of us. It is September 14, 2002, our wedding day. I am thirty-seven and you are thirty. It is just after dinner, nearly time for us to leave the head table and take…

Green Is Green

By: Emmanuel Stephen Ogboh green is green be it lush as the grazings of Nigeria dark as the envy in the bladders of our ‘leaders’ cool as the essence of grape plummy as fresh green apples or unripe as the…

Letting Go

By: Mukund Gnanadesikan It’s OK, officer. You seem like a nice young man. I’d like to think that I was once like you. Back away from me. Go back down those stairs, please. For your own sanity. You ask me…

The coin toss

By: Susana McArthur Memories of that last year at the University came flooding back as he sat on the hard bed. Closing his eyes, his mind re-lived that fateful last year and he admitted to himself that those had been…

Wilderness – a poem

By: Mythili Nagarajan I dived deep Into the past To collect The scattered self. Where Self remained Still With Wild guts. The collective remains Sheathed The me With Haunting shield. Lost in Own wilderness Me in me Crawled And Creeped…

Longing for normal

By: Dave Gregory Two tanned, barefoot, young men in wet swimsuits sit on white sand in the shade of a long, lofty row of Casuarina trees. Elongated green leaves, resembling brushstrokes in a French Impressionist painting, sway in a warm…