Literary Yard

Search for meaning

Year: 2022

‘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…

The Vacation

By: Bruce Levine Friday seemed like it would never come. If the time was distance and it was measured in lightyears it would still be incalculable. For Wendi Blake time had definitely stood still. The reality was that it was…

Is lasting peace possible?

By William T. Hathaway The wise men of the establishment are again telling us that hopes for lasting peace are a delusion. They declare that human nature makes it impossible, that war is built into our genes. They point to…

‘Along Muddy Banks’ and other poems

By: Jim Brosnan Along Muddy Banks On a gray morningin the early hoursafter first light, I follow a mile longwooden boardwalk,binoculars in hand, sight a pair of whiteegrets and an ibisamidst thick reeds. In an estuary sixhundred yards awaya teal-headed…

Dressed for Tea

By: Carl Papa Palmer He wears the blue blazer every dayfor breakfast, lunch and dinnersince the lovely lady in room 18invited him to her table during teasaying how dapper he would lookin a sport jacket matching his eyes. Her eyes…

The Major

By Stephen Tillman        Major Brett Stempin needed his cane as he painfully ascended the steps to his front porch. He’d been wounded near the end of his twelve-month deployment and spent several weeks in a hospital. The army doctors…

‘Wordless’ and other poems

By: Richard LeDue Wordless A grey sky says it allwithout a single word,even if it leaves mesearching for a wayto express sadness that isn’t heavyas lead, while his cancer diagnosissinks in- my mind listening to the silencethat sounds a lot…

‘Why Fear the Future?’ and other poems

By: Pramod Rastogi Why Fear the Future? Not even a nanosecond to lose has Time,It has been on its trot since the Big Bang.The future continually recedes into the pastAs Time moves into the mists of infinity. The threads of…