By: Jim Bates If Will Stevens cared what other people thought or even took the time to think about it, he’d probably figure that people would think he was nuts, spending his […]
The Sweeper
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Author is an umbrella name given to the contributors of the Literary Yard
Dorothy’s Goddamn Diamonds
By: Josh Adair I. Helen frittered her later years committing intentionally artless theft; she pilfered in protest of the squelched promise of her youth. The prettiest child in her family and a […]
Lucini
By Harrison Abbott He had figured the enormous slabs of blue and green would calm his retired self. An old, wealthy man watching the mountains from his windows. A new house within […]
Salem Saratoga Sadness
By: Rebekah Aran The friendship began with not a single thing, but a handful of moments– a look from across the store while working a particularly long shift–a hello in the hallway. […]
The Crow and the Shotgun
By: Mason Bushell His was the fourteenth post from the gate. The crow always perched there amid the barbs of the wire fence between the ditch and the field. Today the mists […]
A Storm’s Waltz
By: Mason Bushell Natalya screamed, cowering inside her walk-in wardrobe. Never had the weather been this violent. Why of all days did the storm come on prom night? A howl of wind […]
Poems, Tanka & Haiku by R.K. Singh
By: R K Singh 1. ENERGY BLOCK Frazzled and restless bouts of anxiety addiction, sleeplessness spinal degeneration pain in the neck and back numbness in the legs loss of teeth, libido anal […]
Marjorie Aflame
By: Steve Carr In 1927 Marjorie was nine years old. She lived in a big house with her parents, two sisters and four brothers on her parents’ maple sugar farm in upstate […]
‘Aerial Perch’ and other poems by Cynthia Pitman
By: Cynthia Pitman Aerial Perch I want to sprout vines and climb the water oak tree, clinging to the thick-barked branches, so rough they will scrape my knees and scrub the callouses […]
Ghost Town: A Memoir
By: Cynthia Pitman Death is a liar. I know. Almost fifty years ago, my father died. He was buried on a hot Friday in August. I remember looking at my future husband […]
