Literary Yard

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Year: 2021

What Liars They Are!

by Frank Kowal      It was 1954, and I was six years old, watching TV by myself on the floor of my living room. In those days the TVs were black-and-white and were housed in large cabinets.      Suddenly a…

Flying Dreams

By: L.W. Smolen Heck hit the street on their 30th Wedding Anniversary critical-mass disgusted – and not just with Seattle. He headed out his hotel front door onto Western Avenue, passed-up Eno’s – skipped his breakfast – his wine flip…

Friday Night

By: Bruce Levine Phillip closed the book. He’d been reading for a couple of hours and his eyes were tired. Friday would be a good night, he thought as he rubbed his eyes. He knew he should have been working,…

What the Sun Can’t Heal

By: Joan Gelfand Blood Memory By Gail NewmanMarsh Hawk Press, 2020$15.00ISBN: 978-0-9969911-9-3      The strong and steadfast Los Angeles sun no doubt has restorative powers. Well-being emanates from its bright light, an outdoor lifestyle is perennially uplifting; flowers, fruit and trees…

Nightmen

By Robert Prochaska Bud sat soaking his gout-ridden feet in warm water. The purple flesh that had ballooned to three times its size at his ankle made me flinch. As I turned away from looking at the stumpy mass, he…

Black

By: Mihika Saraf The color Black,Black is an ominous color,It represents the sign of death and sadness,It is the colour of the silence, the language in which the silence utters consequences,In ebony crowded around a casket void of a whisper.Black…

‘The Flood’ and other poems by Mahathi

By: Mahathi THE FLOOD(In India modern dams are constructed without arranging alternate habitat to the displaced people, who are mostly tribals living on the forest resources. The dams on other hand are causing great environmental danger by razing down forests,…

Dream of Disillusion

By Clark Zlotchew Plunged into darknessalleviated by flaming torcheson rough-hewn rock walls,damp walls of a cavern.Flickering flames cast shifting shadowson stone surface in disturbing dance.I plod and I trudge in slow motion. Before me suddenlya narrow tunnel appears.I squat in…