Literary Yard

Search for meaning

Year: 2021

Why

By: James Aitchison Why did I write a particular poemon a particular day?What strange convergence of forcessuddenly came into play? Did I catch words as they fell free from God?Were my thoughts plucked from the sky?If so, I am grateful…

Yellow

By: Bluford Birdsong Jill shuts down the treadmill after running three eight minute miles, proud of herself and thankful for a couple of hours alone. Still panting, she opens the stainless steel door of the new fridge and grabs a…

Hopes for 2021

By: Rajiv Khandelwal  The Greek-Roman God Janus                            Pondered all plus and minus                              Plans…

The Photographs

By: Anita Lekic I enter the small jewelry shop in our little town.  There are two or three people ahead of me, hunched over the glass counters, perusing the gold pendants and rings and other assorted jewelry on display.  The…

The Muse

By: Adam Kluger It’s weird. The business of meeting a muse.  The artist known as Dreck didn’t expect much when he started an online correspondence with a mystery woman named Cricket who posted no photographs online. It was intriguing to…

Abel’s Cats

By: Michal Reiben Nia ushers the reporter into her sitting room. “Please sit down, make yourself comfortable.” “Thank you.” He drags a wicker chair towards the table and perches himself on its edge, places his tape recorder on the glass…

Atonement Decaf

By: Peter Nemenoff He had a nervous demeanor.             Elijah sat in a café, a full latte in front of him. He occasionally picked it up, and blew on it, even after it had cooled down, but would ultimately put…

A Chance to Live

By: Padmini Krishnan I felt that something was not quite right as I boarded DSL-231. Vimmi seemed relaxed and her eyes shone with excitement. We were going home to Sheila. I opened my laptop as soon as we settled down….