Literary Yard

Search for meaning

Year: 2019

The Lucky Bastard

By: Alan Berger How the fuck did I get the nickname “Lucky”, lucky asked the mirror before him while attempting to hold his razor steady as he started to shave. Maybe it’s like when they call a bald guy “Curly”,…

Cosmic Depression

By: Constance Woodring Humans exist for only a zillion zillionth of a second, and yet there are those who cannot endure even breathing that brief air of the universe.

A 2016 Carol

By: Austin J. Dalton “Frankly, it’s quite possible I could get used to you, because one day I will grow old enough or come to some point down the road and there won’t be anyone there but you.” The author…

Sumptuous Naan and Puthena

By: Pavle Radonic Following some weighing late afternoon Nilla it was that would be given a try for their naan. An initial look at the veg. counter proving underwhelming, a turn on heel and march out the door almost ensued….

Poem: 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…

Story: Falling Stars

By Emon NC Shimmering amidst the pitch black velvet of the night, were a million diamonds of neon dreams. They created a fervent silvery shiver that danced in unison to the rhythm of it’s own creation. The sky above pales…

Poem: When you are not around

By: Aruna Subramanian I stay awake and silence the sounds around awaiting your call Or a single text.. I search your timeline for any updates.. I scroll my newsfeed Looking for your likes In any of the posts.. I check…

Story: Survivors

By: Michal Reibenbach Climbing up the wall of my house are two Bougainvillea bushes, they partially creep over my bedroom’s window. The bushes are a joy to me. Their branches which turn in random ways are decorated with glossy, dark…