Literary Yard

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Month: June 2023

desperate evicted male entrepreneur standing near window

Dear Friend – a poem

By: Kyle Callam With a leaden chest I must regrettably compileThe very last words that will come to defineYour very cruel and selfish last stanceAnd why you choose no more to danceAs to why you fled from a life of…

close up shot of wizards holding magic wands

The paramour of the sorcerer’s apprentice – a ballad

By: Paweł Markiewicz The moony, dreamy naiad is awakened,like pearl in the deepest marine finery.She-muser of eternity seeks for hoard.Choir: Muse’s treasure amaranthine-gentle. The naiad to dearest prentice: Magicalis a hidden cavity, the wind told me.< Apprentice: >We are awoken…

high angle view of cityscape against cloudy sky

Growing older in a modern world

By Debra J. White Home was a shabby brick apartment building in a working class, scrappy New York City neighborhood where families, even large ones, were packed into cramped quarters. I always knew I’d get old but it happened so…

She Got What She Deserved – A Novelette

By John RC Potter Chapter 1 ……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… It was late June and Victoria had just been down at the river’s edge looking at the stones that were scattered along the sloping banks, as well as others that she could see…

A nurse watches as a doctor

My Two Girls

By Marieke Steiner After having been admitted to the hospital several days ago for toxic shock syndrome from a menstrual cup, my youngest daughter Brittany is now septic. Brit’s health declined sharply after the antibiotics for the staph infection didn’t…

white cloud

‘In the Boudoir of the Day’ and other poems

By: Vyarka Kozareva IN THE BOUDOIR OF THE DAY The morning keepsBehind its curtainsPieces of human fragility:Micro-nuclei of pain,Droplets of hope, snippets of murkAll waiting to get collected diligently,Arranged carefully,And tied byParty-colored ribbons, cord or wire—According to the rate of…

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The Sewist, Mary Laura McNicol Mills

By: Brian Michael Barbeito  Prologue Inside the world that lost its way, Mary Laura McNicol Mills did not. she had no choice. not having what others had, she didn’t have the luxury of time, or the upbringing, to know the…