Literary Yard

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Month: February 2023

The silence of the stones

By: Barbara Anna Gaiardoni the silence of the stonesfinal coldness* monkfish stewfar-out connections* water heats uppop lights* the casement windowhappy as a lark* chirps in the netmilitary drone* the sea in springchit chat* first ray of sunshinethe last problem

Jie Chunchang

By: Chen Ruizhe Moving house green plants by spring awake, waiting for the rain fine dust clothes.In exchange for the hair Yun Yan Mang, all ready to receive spring clothes. Lift up all thingsWake up by snow waterBroken by vernal…

Blink

After purchasing a piece of property on a remote island, Daniel finds the place is more than he bargained for. When the rumors of the homes dark history begin popping up, he must ask himself if his investment is worth as much as he paid…not to mention, his life.

Existence

By: Ethan Goffman In a ramshackle hut high on a lonely mountain peak dwelt the physicist Bernardx Gandalf, who understood the complexities of the universe. “The sun is the result of a rift into another dimension,” they explained (Bernardx is…

ChatGPT and Technophobia

By Vanaja Malathy The release of ChatGPT by California company Open AI will be remembered as a turning point in introducing a new wave of artificial intelligence to the world. ChatGPT’s ability to ape human speech and automate previously time-consuming…

Age and Thorn

By: Sushant Thapa Trapped and welcomedForsaken and giftedTwo boats in one riverWhen one sails?When one sinks?Decisions and chances,Houses that shelterThe blowing blizzard.Is it pain,Is it endurance?Larger-than-life idealWay too expensiveFor a cheap intuition.The rose of youthThe fragrance of gloryThat keeps repeatedly…

Compassion

By Eric Burbridge             The cool morning breeze attacked the exposed nerves of his rotten wisdom tooth. Twig Pike rubbed his jaw as tears ran down his cheek. He focused and continued to back the heavily armored rig into the…

‘Pickle’ and other poems

By: Annie Albright Pickle I pickled cucumbers that daybut as I was slicing the cucumbers I cut my thumband a drop of blood fell in the pickling liquida drop of salt in saltand I was remindedof the specimens in my…