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Poem: there was a puppy

crushed to death in utter din on its way to across the river of vehicles in a rush of honking cars, pickups, SUVs in broad day light its entrails laid flat with wheels mercilessly grinding them to dust will the world…

Today The Literary Yard Turns Two

Today, The Literary Yard has turned two. And I must congratulate all stakeholders – authors who produced great content and readers who encouraged us to go on. In these two years, The Literary Yard has published hundreds of stories, poems,…

Poem: Still

By: Pijush Kanti Deb Still enchanting the fragrance of the naked rural soil- playful in the rain now captive in the odor of burnt lime and rusted iron. Still reverberating the sweet tweeting of the feathered singers in the poor…

Poem: A work call

By: Debleena Majumdar A friend called at work, Stepping onto the battleground. Narrowly missing the latest new missile, A strategic powerpoint file. A friend called at work, Reminding me of the plans made for lunch. But it was not A good…

Poem: A Sensible Editor’s Pang

I’m an editor, not a brainless salesman And I don’t review or publish porn Maybe the nextdoor nerds will love it Dump your scripts at their door If you believe I missed the psychological conflict Veiled behind the exceedingly damn’d…

Story: Double Trouble

By: Prachi Sharma How the hell do I take out that bitch Marilyn, Nick pondered, as he slumped on the giant bed in his opulent suite in Waldorf-Astoria, New York City. The AC was on full blast, yet his expensive…

Poem: And Not

By: Kousik Adhikari As the night alights, I fear to look At the drowsing sky, because it’s dark now Dark like the dark- Like the dark ink our mothers Draw on child’s forehead, cursing Satan, cursing eyes, I don’t know…