Literary Yard

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Year: 2019

Cow Hide

By: Alan Berger She grew up aware of the process of slaughter. She heard it. She saw saw it, she smelled it, she ate it. That is how it turns up down on the farm. This little big 10-year-old girl…

Portrait of a Naked Lady

By: Mark Kodama Our new neighbors Bill and Charlotte had a son Nathan’s age and we were eager to find a playmate for our three-year-old son. My wife and I had met them at an open house. He was a…

I thought I saw someone like you…

By: Annapurani Vaidyanathan In the library this morning, when I was picking up the books I had dropped while standing in the queue. I thought I saw your hazel eyes look up for a tick from the pile of newspapers…

The Assistant Town Drunk at Interregnum

By: Todd Mercer The Assistant Town Drunk doesn’t want the pressure that goes part and parcel with managerial titles. So he lives in Town Drunk’s shadow. Call it messing up at messing up. He has laid down and will again…

This Reporter’s Opinion

By Alan Berger I’ve been trying to get the angle On her latest story She said she loved me once Then she made me sorry Now she is hanging a new one On her line But it’s this reporter’s opinion…

Patient 347

By: Kaitlyn Reese saw the word “unique” when I was ten. It was hidden in an ancient book in my grandmother’s office, covered by a pile of tousled blue shirts, the same we’d all wear on Monday. I confided in…

Penitence

By: A. Richard Sogliuzzo Vincent glanced at the graffiti on the wall of the Flatbush Avenue/Brooklyn College subway station, and then laughed. Amidst the usual array of “fuck you, eat shit, etc.” on the walls was a declaration that resonated…