Literary Yard

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Year: 2025

a woman relaxing in swimming pool during winter

Winter Refrain

By: Bruce Levine Counting snowflakes As winter lingers Framing the landscape Like the sash of a window Frames the glass panes Divided lights Outlining snowdrifts As the lines on a calendar Divide months into weeks and days The season progresses…

person holding lighted firecracker

 An App for That

By: Carl Papa Palmer We watched birthdays of our grandsons in Nebraska this year,watched from Washington those there singing Happy Birthday,watched the boys blow out candles, watched them open gifts,watched those there get hugs and kisses which we most missed….

close up photography of cup of coffee

Almond Cappuccino

By: Ryan Howarth He mops his stomach with a sock, gets up from his bed and goes into the bathroom. His reflection antagonises him with shame. The expression shifts to delight. He’s impressed with his physique today. In the shower…

The Omar Khayyam Mysteries

By James Aitchison The final two words of Omar Khayyam’s famous poem The Rubaiyat are inextricably linked with Australia’s most bizarre murder investigation.  The Tamam Shud Case, often called the Somerton Man Mystery, presents a tangled thread of clues and…

woman walking on fence

Toward Optimism

By: Bruce Levine Foolishness allowsStrains of laughter making songs Phosphorescent skies Lazy brooks and streamsTrout swimming by silentlyTranquil days and nights Living for todayEncouraging tomorrowThe future comes clear Yesterday is goneKeep looking toward the futureKeep moving forward

rain of snow in town painting

A day from life of Klaus Werner Swamp-Man

By: Pawel Markiewicz The marvelous winter has comewith the most tender Christmas Eve Klaus Werner Swamp-Man awaits dreamaugust Moment is revealed Klaus a forester lives alonein a clear home amidst the grove In the evening praying by tablehe enjoyed freedom…

stacked of stones outdoors

Serenity

By: Tanmoy Dutta Gupta Your tranquillity remains untouchedA heaven, where time stands stillA scent of flowers whispers lowA gentle breeze that rustles the heart’s deep will In the moon’s silver glow, shadows softly fallA midnight hour, when darkness hears it…