By: Srinjaya Lahiri As I meander through the different vicissitudes of life, my mind absorbs them all.Sometimes as a philosopher, sometimes as a skeptic, or sometimes as a mere onlooker who is just too baffled by the ways of the…
By: Team Literary Yard (‘The Roar at Twilight’ is a poetry collection written by Mahathi (Mydavolu Venkata Satyanarayana)). The Roar at Twilight is an ambitious undertaking: a 108-sonnet retelling, in English, of the Puranic legend of Hiranyakashipu, his devout son…
By: ALI Hasnain Instructions for Returning a Borrowed Moon Do not polish it.The fingerprints are the point. Carry it under your coatthrough the laundromat’s blue hour,when every dryer windowturns a small planet by itself. At the corner, a bus will…
By: Snigdha Agrawal An old vendor, half-lungi tied,settles beneaththe Gulmohar’s shade,his cart heapedwith chusni mangoes. As evening leans in,they come, as they always do;children who have missed a meal,unleashing laughterlike birds erupting from a leafy tree They are happy enoughwith…
By: Jim Bates Afternoon heatQuiet backyardSuddenlyBuzzingBuzzing, buzzing, buzzingCicadas callingEmerging from years undergroundInto the warm soilMales serenading femalesA true delight of summerThe old man sets aside his bookHe listensEntrancedA summer melodyUnlike any otherA singular symphonyHe smilesHeart warmedBy the buzzingBarrage.
By: Tim Law Lazy Sunday Sleep inBreakfast in bedNothing to doBut spend time with you Maybe watch a movieOr catch up on some restLazy Sundays with nothing plannedThese are the days I love the best I turn to me and…
By: Jim Bates Hot summer morningAn old couple stand quietlyLooking out the screen doorInto the front yard gardenSuddenly like magicA hummingbird appearsIridescent green feathersShining in the golden sunShe darts here and thereFeeding on purple coneflowersYellow rudbeckiaAnd candy colored phloxShe is…
By: James Aitchison (in 1928) George Orwell had a dream:one day he’d write a book! So first he went to Paris,like every writer did. Hemingway wrote well there,Scott Fitzgerald too. George found a rundown roomin the street of The Iron…
By: Kathryn Holeton Echoing Water Frogs croaking away,A cacophony of gold,Echoing water. Waving Singing cattails stand,their roots entrenched in thick mud-waving in water. Natural Spotlight Sunlight beaming down,down on common people-natural spotlight. River Under a Red Sun A sea of…
By: Goutam Roy Old sunken worldbeneath the Java Sea—a vanished landscapewhere giant creatures once roamed,a realm of survival,mystery, and time.The shallow seabedbetween the islandsseemed empty at first;but beneath its silt,the buried past awakened—fossils of ancient creatures,sleeping for a million years,silent…