Literary Yard

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Poetry

By: Moulay Cherif CHEBIHI HASSANI The suffering sun eclipses and takes its distanceTired of our funeral chants and slandersRegrets are hard to be found in its cooled shelves.Since then, our madness has been emboldened by its false defects. The fog…

Fiction

By: James Bates I remember hearing the song by Three Dog Night, “One Is the Loneliest Number,” and thinking, Yeah, that’s me. All by myself. No one cares. Now I see that thought for what it really was, a cry…

Poetry

By: Amrita Valan The mind is a repository, a church,A museum, a junk yardAn attic, a trunk,Stashed away with treasures, puzzlesGems, obsolete ciphers. I have been seeingThe tiny corner tableFrom early childhood todayWith the cumbrousBlack telephone atop. Recalling calls received…

Poetry

By: S.M. Moore “my thoughts on an obituary” An elegance tends to possess the mindIn dismayI hear about the wind floating along the sea foamAnd how it brushes over the wave caps A woman says: my lover, my lifeYou have…

Essay

By: Dennis Vannatta Mid-winter this past year, I lost the ability to write.             Of course, what you are presently reading is writing of a sort, but I’m here speaking of Writing with a capital W.  The real stuff.  The…

Poetry

By: Suchoon Mo in the middle of the desertthere is a kingdom in the middle of the kingdomthere is a casino in the middle of the casinothere is a chapel in the middle of the chapelthere is a casket the…

Fiction

By: Richard C Lin Legend has it that Dad was once a very different person. San Bo (third paternal elder uncle) shares tales of Dad as a skinny and mischievous scamp. Like the mythical Monkey King Sun Wukong, he would…

Fiction

By: Dexter Alex Being locked away was the best part of being alive these days, I was kept sedated and restrained so I wouldn’t take my own life. I had tried, fractured my skull in the process but somehow they…

Fiction

By: Alan Swyer Waking up in the morning, which had long been a joy for Ed Rubin, turned instead into a source of dread once Valerie, along with two other junior account execs, lost her job at an ad agency….

Fiction

By: John E.C.         for R.N. The reason? To heighten, within the populace, the fear and hatred of the perceived enemy’s threat, in order to increase the state’s authoritarian grip. A straight up and down Black Op job, of course….