By: Alan Berger Been a bad dayLike the day beforeAnd the day before thatLet me sit in your living roomWith your cat on my lapSay something funnyYou know I love you like that Play your pianoIf you hit a wrong…
Linda S Gunther, a suspense novelist and children’s books author, tells Literary Yard in an interview about her transition from the HR role in Silicon Valley to being a fiction writer and how her first novel passed through different stages….
By: Livio Farallo in theory on the flooris the smell of hardwoodwhich paints furnace air heavy as a swamp.the small countries of cold misti lay withhave set up snow fencesto contain flame,to twist shadowsinto ash of fallen degrees.where antlers rub…
By: Duane L Herrmann When ‘Abdu’l-Bahá (Head of the Bahá’í Faith, 1892-1921) was speaking in the United States, He used the comparison of a writer’s ability to write as proof of the existence of God – an intelligent creator. For…
By: Mayumi Yamamoto Dear Mahmud, I have no idea where you have goneafter you passed away. You are a Muslim, andyou had never been religious before. Then, as you aged,you visited the mosque regularly again. Still,you insisted thatit was not…
By: Mayumi Yamamoto “My favorite hymn.”This is the title I was given to write something aboutfor a quarterly magazineof our small Anglican church.But it felt very difficult to choose just one. I spent my high school dayssinging Christian hymnsevery morning…
By: K Vanaja Malathy My grandson with his self assembled and engineered drone,one noon, led me into the openness of a field.The drone is his self-built toy,Rubbing his sagacious nose, my little fellow explained the navigationalflight control techniques of his…
By: Anna Cates *Odesan outskirtsfalling on disturbed soildry locust leaf*cold Aprilheavy on his shoulderair bomb*partisans fordthe swollen river—songbirds*red horizongiving sway to bluenight’s swathing peace*war orphanswhat their eyes absorbeach snowflake*the forest’s depththose who know the waygrow only more lost*one comrade winksanother…
By: Michael C. Seeger The Kite I carry you running across a field of grass nestledon a spectacular Sierra Nevada Mountain ridgeline in August below Heavenly ski resort high abovethe vast and noble hue of Lake Tahoe’s blueness, you are…
By: Todd Mercer Either nobody had information on what caused the restaurant blaze, or they’re all in on it. Each local station put out footage of smoldering char-wood that was previously the thriving Maguire’s Surf-n-Turf. Now it’s an issue of…