Literary Yard

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Month: June 2022

The River-ness

By: Kelvin J. Shachile I To proceed towards the west, the escarpments looking like the end where the sky meets the earth. The silence of a world you’d guess Jesus visits everyday but sinners still roam around free like prisons…

Thinking to Return

By: Rakibul HassanTranslated by: Mohammad Jashim Uddin Thinking to return—My Western windIntoxicated kissWildly uncontrollable youthWill return with everythingMy sunshine hasn’t become mineSeeing frightened of my hellish fireAngel of paradise returns to ParadiseMy extreme formidable reddish extended hood of surgesUrban-lady is…

Dreamer of Utopias

By: Tom Ball No one thought much about Tom in his youth. He was an ordinary boy. But when he grew up, he changed into a man who had ideas for the future. For example, he said, “Women should rule…

The Cherry Now

By Anna Cates Ignatius Yeats had just settled down for afternoon tea when a knock sounded at the door.  He jumped as if a ghost had spooked him.  That someone would occasion upon him was frightening.  Nobody ever visited him. …

‘Don’t Think’ and other poems

By: Jon Carter don’t think how long mustthe soul remainunfed- the leafless treesare pale yellow miragesof themselvesof the springstoic atop frosted hills… …but on the bus when I close myeyes I make themgo away-power? no, only perception. opening my eyes…

Unstable Skies

By: Michelle Faulkner This is not a quaint case of the bluesNo handkerchief for a dainty cheekI want to howl, I want to shriekI want to tear the world in two As you safely standIn your well-dressed landHanding out ornate…

‘Beautiful Trees’ and other poems

By: Louis Efron Beautiful Trees Petrified roots cemented deepIn the rigid jaws of Earth Arms struggling against another stormFruit and leaves dead yet unfallen Thrust to crackCrack to break Limb to limb, serpentine rainFills the spaces between Two imposing figures…

The marvel of the freedom: In patches

By: Pawel Markiewicz The vault opens itself at dawn.The calyx of an Arctic alpine forget-me-not reopensfor an enchanting glory of the sunshiny dreams,because of the eternally august poem,that reads lenient and benignant. Throughout the day:there is up there a paradisiacal…

‘On hold’ and other poems

By: J.K. Durick On Hold It’s another worldYou dial intoIt rings twice andYou’re thereA voice greets you andTells you thatYour call is importantTo themAnd to stay on the lineAndYour call will be answeredIn the order it was receivedThen the music…