Literary Yard

Search for meaning

Year: 2019

Wrath Revealed

By: Samuel Evans Jimmy Whiteman stared deeply into the campfire.  Its orange glow flickered and pulsed in the wind.  He could hear the distant howling of coyotes piercing through the night, mingling with the sound of the breeze whispering through…

Simon Perchik’s poetry

By: Simon Perchik Step by step you limp behind yet it’s the Earth that’s whittled down holds on to the scraps as mornings and the little stones these graves heat with sunlight –you’re warmed the way one shoe lights up…

Hungarian Wizardries – Musings

By: Paweł Markiewicz Something of Hungary would give thanks to Austria for the historic-ontological suitableness, a weird-like spirit. I was with my hound in front of the primordial oak I harvested there tree glamorous-meek acorns I have left behind the…

Barry Barabbas

By Russell Richardson “You really are reformed,” said Edward Getty with a twisted smirk. Barry Barabbas sat bent over a small Formica table in his friend’s tiny kitchen and studied dirty scratches that marred the tabletop. Edward had been using…