By: Tony G. Rocco Oscar had been in the museum most of the day, roaming its marbled floors of paintings, installations and sculptures, when hunger and thirst drove him into Denizens. The […]
Denizens
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Author is an umbrella name given to the contributors of the Literary Yard
Poem: Once
By: Cynthia Pitman Not too long ago, the backyard had an old orange tree. Too tall and very spindly,it one day split a dry crack down its trunk, sealing its fate. After […]
Three Journeys
By: Srinivas S (for Preethi, who was part of the best of them) It seems almost clichéd these days to say that journeys are more important than destinations. In my case, though, […]
A momentous day
By K.S. Subramanian Around 12 a.m on Dec 31 the new dawn breaks though in the dark womb of the night. Its birth is heralded by the burst of fire crackers if […]
Poem: Human
By: Ron Ridenour Human is inhumane Greed is human Humanism is inhumane Exploitation is human Oppression is human Repression is human Torture is human Murder is human War is humane Love of […]
Negative Butterfly Effect
By: Kim Farleigh “Hello,” Abed sang out. “Welcome to Hebron.” “Thanks,” the tourist replied. Palestinian dresses hung from coat hangers above a trestle before Abed’s business, red thread, in black velvet, like […]
Poem: Ocean of Sorrow
By: Yasmin Hemmat I’m drowning in the ocean of sorrow Going down and down beneath the cold, dark water I feel the Piranhas’ razor teeth in my skin My flesh is being […]
A Time To Rejoice
By: Mary Bone Beyond the cracked sidewalk, and the telephone pole with layers of flyers in a rainbow of colors, and the patch of brown grass there stood a ten foot high […]
The Refugee
By Mark Kodama Le and his five friends launched the eighteen-foot bamboo fishing boat into the gentle white tipped surf of Cam Ranh Bay. It just was past midnight on the moonless […]
‘God is Ourselves after Waking up’ and other poems by Chinese Poet Yuan Hongri
Written by Chinese Poet Yuan Hongri Translated by Yuanbing Zhang God is Ourselves after Waking up You can’t catch worldly everything as if you can’t retain the days. You can’t see the […]
