# Literary Yard > Search for meaning ## Posts - [Poem: Predator Practice](https://literaryyard.com/2013/05/10/poem-predator-practice/): By: Robert S. King Among clouds of attacking crows he spots the white bird and fires. That will put it out of its misery, he says. The bird dog waits below, pointing downward as the dove falls. The blue-collared dog... - [Writing diggers](https://literaryyard.com/2013/05/09/writing-diggers/): ‘Writing is like going back to dark places’ is a recent thing that fell into my ears. A renowned author has said this in an interview to a newspaper. He’s not the one to voice the pains involved in writing... - [Poem: Discord](https://literaryyard.com/2013/05/08/poem-discord/): By: Richard D. Hartwell  Not for the first time, Perhaps for the last, I note this is no monologue, Rather a continuing, one-sided dialogue. You, Sitting there embalmed On your judgmental stool. You, Calling yourself a person of discourse Are... - [Poem: Suffer the Children](https://literaryyard.com/2013/05/08/poem-suffer-the-children/): By: Richard D. Hartwell Suffer anguish of memory, family close as sticky-rice, grain to grain, gene to gene, coagulated and congealed. Cannot un-remember psychological molestation, brutality of hidden scars, rage of emotional rape. Dark memories filled with white lies, spoiled... - [Story: Selling Seashells From The Seashore](https://literaryyard.com/2013/05/08/story-selling-seashells-from-the-seashore/): By: Richard D. Hartwell  It must have been about 1955 or ‘56 when I was first a procurer for my cousin Jocelyn. I don’t recall whose idea it was to sell from door to door, but it fell to me... - [Poem: A True Friend](https://literaryyard.com/2013/05/07/poem-a-true-friend/):   By: Ruth Ann Hixson I wish I had a friend To cry with when I’m sad. I wish I had a friend To laugh with when I’m glad. A friend to be there for me When the sunshine turns to... - [Story: The Witness](https://literaryyard.com/2013/05/07/story-the-witness/): By: W. Jack Savage   I woke up, having planned to go in a little late and had told my employer so the night before. My son’s birthday was coming up and I knew what he wanted. It was a T-shirt... - [Story: Desire](https://literaryyard.com/2013/05/06/story-desire/): By: Lee Oleson Sylvia had a face too thin, eyes sunk deep, shoulders and body uncomfortably narrow, dark hair, and a neck a little too long, jumbled into what’s sometimes called unconventional beauty. She had made her way through life... - [Poem: Stray Walker](https://literaryyard.com/2013/05/04/poem-stray-walker/): Strayed into enemy’s, 23 years ago And taken prisoner And falsely implicated for spying And then sentenced to death! But with life caught in diplomacy Sarabjit finally returned home, Disfigured and dead, He was robbed of his heart and lung... - [Story: The Guitarist’s Fortune](https://literaryyard.com/2013/05/04/story-the-guitarists-fortune/): By: Erin F. Robinson It was his last night playing guitar at the tango salon as a bachelor. His band mates lined up at the bar, and as Flor poured them each a glass of gin, she raised the last glass... - [Story: Wanderer Overlooking The Sea Of Fog](https://literaryyard.com/2013/05/04/story-wanderer-overlooking-the-sea-of-fog/): By: John Michael Flynn   Christmas was a week away when Tillman Grossklag found Claudia Ruden face down in vomit on the floor of her Manhattan apartment. Tillman was the only person Claudia had entrusted with a key. Tillman removed the... - [Poem: Easter at Nana’s](https://literaryyard.com/2013/05/03/poem-easter-at-nanas/): By: Corey Cook   You lean against Nana’s charcoal grey Taurus – a monochromatic reflection of the midday sky. Hands in pockets. Hat pulled down. And watch your siblings search the boggy yard for “eggs.” Empty pantyhose containers heavy with... - [Story: Kid’s Books](https://literaryyard.com/2013/05/02/kids-books/):  By: Ian Cassidy    As a child I never read a kid’s book, I just didn’t get on with them. Narnia, Wind in the Willows, Winnie, Alice and William, I read them all later, as an adult, I think they’re... - [The Missing Queen, a novel launched](https://literaryyard.com/2013/05/02/the-missing-queen-a-novel-launched/): Mythology and storytelling are fused together in Samhita Arni’s new novel ‘The Missing Queen’, a stylish makeover of The Ramayana. Set in a contemporary Ayodhya, ‘The Missing Queen’ is a story of a journalist’s quest for the missing queen of... - [Poem: Dogs and Big Black Guys](https://literaryyard.com/2013/05/01/poem-dogs-and-big-black-guys/): By: Antonio Prata i played sports sometimes like basketball there were courts near the school sometimes i played with big black guys sometimes dad and i went to see the nets play he let me drink a beer when they beat the... - [Story: The Peacock Passenger](https://literaryyard.com/2013/05/01/story-the-peacock-passenger/): By: Vanessa Cutts A dusty old brass gramophone stood in the corner of the square, sparsely furnished room. The only other piece of furniture was a long wooden divan seat that doubled for sitting and sleeping. Black and white photos of... - [Story: Rain Smoke](https://literaryyard.com/2013/05/01/story-rain-smoke/): By: Richard Lutman   He hoped the long drive through the cold December rain would be worth it. The decision to see Nancy again hadn’t been an easy one. It had been a year since he’d seen her last. There had... - [Poem: Isle of Calypso](https://literaryyard.com/2013/04/30/poem-isle-of-calypso/): By: Josh Lisiuk I am about to start Allow the journey to depart Please have a read of my poetical story Its one that took place in the odyssey Our brave Hero, Odysseus fresh from the battle of troy A drift... - [Poem: My White Angel](https://literaryyard.com/2013/04/29/poem-my-white-angel/): By: Kharis Lund My cocaine angel speaks to me In psychedelic light Bring forth visions of ecstasy In moments that feel just right My needles are all rusty My veins, bruised purple-blue But my white angel still sings to me... - [Poem: Winter Never Dies](https://literaryyard.com/2013/04/29/poem-winter-never-dies/): By: Kharis Lund The dead brown grass resurrects itself The trees no longer stand like sterile skeletons The flowers rouse themselves in blooms of color And the sun comes out of hiding, brighter than ever But nature lied to her... - [Poem: Hardhearted](https://literaryyard.com/2013/04/29/poem-hardhearted/): By: Mitchell Krochmalnik Grabois I was drawn to all the wrong things ego ambition callousness Even after I understood I refused to be enlightened I dated women solely as an excuse to scare them half to death with my reckless driving... - [Poem: In Your Hands](https://literaryyard.com/2013/04/28/poem-in-your-hands/): By: Arthur Heifetz   In your hands, the fuchsia, which had never lasted, survived the winter and bloomed again in spring. At the first sign of frost, you took them in and placed them in a warm spot by the... - [Poem: The Jesus Door](https://literaryyard.com/2013/04/27/poem-the-jesus-door/): By: Anne Britting Oleson Ornate, wrought iron: I gently screw the plates into the doorjamb, a clockwise turn of the wrist tightening the dividers of my world, replacing a door which ages ago some previous resident of this house felt... - [Poem: Smoking Dynamite](https://literaryyard.com/2013/04/27/poem-smoking-dynamite/): By: Andrew J. Stone The game went like this: My brother and his friends would stand in a circle facing each other with a stick of dynamite in their mouths. They’d light the wick and whoever let it burn the... - [What is Poetry?](https://literaryyard.com/2013/04/27/what-is-poetry/): By: Geoffrey Hoffman What is poetry? In what form should it be written? Ought it to be written at all, or is it nothing but escapist nonsense behind which we shy from reality? These are questions so old that it... - [Story: The Heist of San Rafael](https://literaryyard.com/2013/04/26/story-the-heist-of-san-rafael/): By: Joseph Grant   The venerable old Grand Central Market was as good a place to meet as any, thought Eddie Ruggerio. It had been on Grand Street for almost a decade on the entire ground floor of the Homer Laughlin... - [Poem: Zin's 14th Street Demo](https://literaryyard.com/2013/04/25/poem-zins-14th-street-demo/): By: Kyle Hemmings We are glitter-puppies in a dance temple of extended happy hour truths. Some of us will die in our distressed jeans. Who is the closet lipster with too many au cell phone lives? So wasted in those buckled... - [Poem: The Music Room](https://literaryyard.com/2013/04/25/poem-the-music-room/):   By: Kyle Hemmings   At work, her father fights a losing war with paper men. Home, Zin imagines wind scorpion women without musical sense, exoskeletons in the morning, left-overs of love. Some girls are cursed with supernatural powers of hearing.... - [Poem: They Could Almost Breathe as One](https://literaryyard.com/2013/04/25/poem-they-could-almost-breathe-as-one/): By: Kyle Hemmings Her new step-mom keeps losing herself in supermarkets, especially in the aisle that sells kitty litter or retractable dog leashes. She loves little dogs & homeless cats & admits freely that she herself might be verging on extinction.... - [Poem: Dueling With The Snowman](https://literaryyard.com/2013/04/24/poem-dueling-with-the-snowman/): By Richard King Perkins II He squats naked and glorious. He does not move. Intimidated, everything comes to him. Light, substance, power. The naïve, the curious, the envious. It’s true and utterly transparent. I despise his perfection. He is far more... - [Poem: Where Does it Hurt](https://literaryyard.com/2013/04/24/poem-where-does-it-hurt/): By Richard King Perkins II   Where does it hurt when cardboard walls collapse in a sodden pile around you, snuffing the candle soaking a scrounged meal and your only change of rags?   Where does it hurt when city rain... - [Story: Important Meeting](https://literaryyard.com/2013/04/20/story-the-important-meeting/): By: Onkar Sharma The Monday morning blues kept on gripping me as I drove through the busiest Delhi-Jaipur highway in Gurgoan. There is an important meeting today with the client, I thought and accelerated. But then, something happened to vehicles... - [Poem: foretold](https://literaryyard.com/2013/04/19/poem-foretold/): By: Christopher Mulrooney the humpbacked whales you shouted in my ear as we ran along the highway something about the humpbacked whales over and over again - [Poem: Una Vida Sin Amor](https://literaryyard.com/2013/04/17/poem-una-vida-sin-amor/): By: Brenna Deane   The dark moon, a burnt out light bulb A translucent orb of molding cheese Cool light, sour life, quiet hum, dusty surface, bitter aroma Wide eyes absorb the gentle melody Armstrong’s first step into Space The... - [Poem: The Riverside spirits](https://literaryyard.com/2013/04/16/poem-the-riverside-spirits/): The river still waits for the boats that once sailed over to the other side with hopes to conquer lands beyond the distant hillocks. Centuries have gone by yet no fellow returned. Not even a descendant ever showed up. No news... - [Poem: love like winter](https://literaryyard.com/2013/04/13/poem-love-like-winter/): By: Linda M. Crate your eyes are the cruel garters of the sea, eroding away all sense of ego or self you see past me through me as if i am the invisible woman — you stare past my words,... - [Poem: Lullaby](https://literaryyard.com/2013/04/13/poem-lullaby/): By: Alex Bernstein     I’m on his shoulders. We’re at the beach. Playing in sawdust. Smiling in the ambiance of sweet nectarine sounds. Lapping on orange jungle gyms, in Batesville offices, and on spinning chairs. Sidelines at little league... - [Poem: Baptized](https://literaryyard.com/2013/04/12/poem-baptized/): By: Mark Williams   Baptized in flames Of fire restrained Me a love went up in smoke Ashes to ashes Dust to dust The Lord sent her away. Baptized in flames Heart burning in flames Heat spreading, surrounded me Dark... - [Poem: Katil husband](https://literaryyard.com/2013/04/02/poem-katil-husband/): By Onkar Sharma “I’ll freak you out with my disembodied voice. I’ll shriek you out though I’m stabbed thrice.” The Sound starts the blues and thrills the torso. It belongs dolefully to the oblivious world. The shuffle resumes and retreats.... - [Poem: G David Schwartz](https://literaryyard.com/2013/04/01/poem-g-david-schwartz/): By: G David Schwartz   I’ll Never See You Again G David Schwartz I’ll never see you again Never even anymore Not even if I go into Our most favorite store I no no more Will I ever see you... - [Interview: Stories Within Hang Borin](https://literaryyard.com/2013/03/30/interview-stories-within-hang-borin/):  By: Anna Spencer     Hang Borin is a Khmer writer whom I have had the great pleasure of meeting recently. He was born in a refugee camp in Thailand in 1987. His mother had made the perilous journey over... - [Story: Pick-Up Truck](https://literaryyard.com/2013/03/29/story-pick-up-truck/): By:  Diane L. Merkel   Just above a Geico bill and below a Chase credit card statement rested a white envelope. It was addressed to Leo in handwriting that was not unfamiliar to him; handwriting which debuted on the back cover... - [Will the Real Tim O’Brien Please Stand Up](https://literaryyard.com/2013/03/29/will-the-real-tim-obrien-please-stand-up/): By: Joe Peacock   On his title page of The Things They Carried, Tim O’Brien identifies these linked stories as “a work of fiction.”  Had he not, readers could certainly fall into the mistaken impression that this work is indeed... - [Toast to International Friendship](https://literaryyard.com/2013/03/29/toast-to-international-friendship/): By: Valery Petrovskiy When he came, a book lay on my desk, just children’s book, no suspense. Mere travel notes of a man who spent a vacation in Siberia rafting with his friends: fishing around and hunting whenever possible, they... - [Amazon.com buys Goodreads](https://literaryyard.com/2013/03/29/amazon-com-buys-goodreads/): Goodreads (www.goodreads.com) which has been a favourite destination for readers and writers around the world, will now be operating under Amazon’s banner. Amazon.com, Inc. yesterday announced that it has reached an agreement to acquire Goodreads. It is, however, not easy... - [Short Story: A Fence of Ferns](https://literaryyard.com/2013/03/27/short-story-a-fence-of-ferns/): By Kersie Khambatta     The silverback sat in solitary splendour. His extended family was spread all around him, at a respectful distance. He chose to ignore them. Two young ones were bored. They walked about a bit, and found... - [Poem: Calvary](https://literaryyard.com/2013/03/26/poem-calvary/): By: Pamela Riley I remember the color of your eyes that day we drove to Calvary and how you said my smile could murder the moon. Everything I did that summer was for you – the shells rattling in old cans... - [Poem: Mad Woman](https://literaryyard.com/2013/03/25/poem-mad-woman/): By: Adreyo Sen Her madness was an open sore. A forgotten wound. It added years to a face closing in upon itself, like a government deposition. Her madness fled from her lined mouth and attacked us passers by, a snake... - [Show Us, Mr. Faulkner](https://literaryyard.com/2013/03/25/show-us-mr-faulkner/):  By:  G. D. McFetridge I picked William Faulkner because of his unique style and voice, and because many pundits and critics still laud him as one of the past century’s literary geniuses. From his book, The Long Hot Summer, I extracted... - [Poem: Xavier and Sixth](https://literaryyard.com/2013/03/24/poem-xavier-and-sixth/): By: Lisa Anne Maryniw The air is crisp Breath rising in the Winter midst Darkness covers the vacant Streets of Mind and Soul. The Body is frail Dying from absence of food and shelter The Soul is crying from the... - [Will the amended Copyright Act protect authors and artists from piracy?](https://literaryyard.com/2013/03/20/will-amended-copyright-act-protect-authors-and-artists-from-piracy/): The Literary Yard has received the press release from the Press Information Bureau of India on the Copyright Rules, 2013. The piracy has been a huge concern in India. Artists, authors and publishers have lost millions of rupees. In addition,... - [Who was your first reader?](https://literaryyard.com/2013/03/18/who-was-your-first-reader/): In most writers are hidden the stories of their struggle and how their talent–of writing– evolved, got recognised and flourished. Two hundred percent, every writer will become nostalgic about the precious moments from their childhood, of how a cousin of theirs... - [The stream of consciousness vs today](https://literaryyard.com/2013/03/13/stream-of-consciousness-vs-today/): By: Onkar Sharma The stream of consciousness, I’m sure, is not an unknown term to my literary pals. I am taking up this term for discussion today. Even though discussing literary terms on open platforms such as Literary Yard is... - [Where big and small publishers hang around](https://literaryyard.com/2013/03/06/where-big-and-small-publishers-hang-around/): After 3 successful years, Globalocal in its 4th year was held on an all new location. Strategically placed amidst the and New Delhi Book Fair, Globalocal tried to play a platform which provided various opportunities to meet new business partners... - [Bonsai Kitten at a reading session](https://literaryyard.com/2013/03/05/bonsai-kitten-at-a-reading-session/): Recently Leadstart Publications organised a book reading session for Lakshmi Narayan’s novel Bonsai Kitten in Hyderabad. A number of people were present, at least the pictures which Leadstart has posted on its Facebook page show this. Ms Narayan had launched the... - [What kind of a poet are you](https://literaryyard.com/2013/03/03/what-kind-of-poet-are-you/): One of the Linkedin connections recently raised a query: What kind of a poet are you? She gave three categories of poets to make it easy for the group members to choose from. Her statement was divided the entire poetry world... - [Tripathi completes Shiva Trilogy](https://literaryyard.com/2013/03/02/tripathi-completes-shiva-trilogy/): Amish Tripathi is back with the final book in the Shiva Trilogy: ‘The Oath of the Vayuputras. One thing is sure. There is a lot more in the myths discovered by this man who left his MNC job and held... - [Short story competition for budding authors](https://literaryyard.com/2013/01/16/short-story-competition-for-budding-authors/): Those of you who have always wished to be an author and have something to tell the world in your words through stories that have not seen the light of the day can now vent out your stories and get... - [Asura–Tale of the Vanquished](https://literaryyard.com/2013/01/13/12/): Irrespective of current novelists in India, what drew editor’s interest most was a mythological novel–‘Asura–Tale of the Vanquished’ by Anand Neelakantan. It is author’s debut book and really impresses with out of the league approach of treating a malevolent character... - [Online bookstores let you buy more books](https://literaryyard.com/2013/01/13/online-bookstores-lets-you-buy-more-books/): When buying a book–fiction, poetry, general–what do you do, where do you go to? Are you still buying books from bookstores in the mall near your house? Are you scared of going online and finding books on multiple online bookstores?... - [Story: The White Elephant Stall](https://literaryyard.com/2013/08/06/story-the-white-elephant-stall/): By Vanessa Cutts The sign said the Post Office closes at 2pm. It was 3pm and thirty two degrees in the suffocating humidity. Monkeys were foraging in residential gardens then returning back across the road into the bamboo and palms.... - [Story: The Blues](https://literaryyard.com/2013/08/05/story-the-blues/): By: Raymond Greiner Gazing out the single window of my small apartment the view is a littered alley with overturned trashcans. Two cats feud over food scraps and a homeless man sleeps in the fetal position on a sheet of... - [Comrades in Arms](https://literaryyard.com/2013/08/04/comrades-in-arms/): By William T. Hathaway From the Book RADICAL PEACE: People Refusing War RADICAL PEACE is a collection of reports from activists about their efforts to change our warrior culture. This chapter was contributed by an ex-soldier. Hi Mr. Hathaway, I... - [Poem: The Beggar](https://literaryyard.com/2013/08/04/poem-the-beggar/): By: Adreyo Sen You don’t need to look away till you realize she has your sister’s eyes. It’s the blackened, tear-smothered, matted-haired, haggard smell of your sister’s shame that follows you slyly as you drive by.   ******** [Adreyo Sen,... - [Poem: The Living Room](https://literaryyard.com/2013/08/04/poem-the-living-room/): By: Adreyo Sen It rained. My living room smelt of the damp. The flowers were trapped in their silences. Outside the living room that was the street was destroyed. The gathered came away. The kettle was locked back up. The children... - [Poem: A Lost Way](https://literaryyard.com/2013/08/04/poem-a-lost-way/): By: Kousik Adhikari You came running Splashing your eyes, Covering your face With the blue handkerchief Of some unheard design, Reminding me of the earth Out of black hole, ‘Oh! Can’t you hear me?’ It was a terrible afternoon At southern... - [Poem: This Forbidden Sea](https://literaryyard.com/2013/08/04/poem-this-forbidden-sea/):   By: Kousik Adhikari I used to say often ‘There’s no dream for us’, You bend your ivory face With a half serious smile, The room is a world With finer walls and no common Windows, did we know then? It... - [Happy Birthday, a collection of short stories by Meghna Pant](https://literaryyard.com/2013/08/03/happy-birthday-a-collection-of-short-stories-by-meghna-pant/): Meghna Pant who has already garnered accolades with her novel One & a Half Wife, has now written what her publisher’s note says “a beautifully written, compelling and emotionally intelligent collection of short stories.” An imprint of Vintage Books, Happy... - [Edgar Allan Poe manuscript 'The Conquerer Worm' sells for $300,000](https://literaryyard.com/2013/08/02/edgar-allan-poe-manuscript-the-conquerer-worm-sells-for-300000/): A poem can make our off-springs or maybe grandchild’s grandchildren rich in one go. You wanna know how. An original manuscript of a poem written by Edgar Allan Poe has recently sold for $300,000 at an auction in Massachusetts in... - [A Self-destroying Career?](https://literaryyard.com/2013/08/02/a-self-destroying-career/): What kind of a feeling runs through your veins when you hear of a dead author’s work garnering thousands of dollars in auctions? Does it surprise you, enthrall you or make you respect that author even more? Believe me none... - [Essay: Immortality? Perhaps](https://literaryyard.com/2013/08/01/essay-immortality-perhaps/): By: Patricia Daly-Lipe At times I wonder – what Just wonder what is meant By the wonders that I’ve wondered In times long past and spent.  (Daly Highleyman, author’s father)   Belief in God does not lead to a linear or one... - [Five Indo-Anglian Must Reads](https://literaryyard.com/2013/08/01/five-indo-anglian-must-reads/): By: Konika Mukherjee There are a lot of novels written in India every year in English. In some of them we can actually see a class of their own. However, a number of them deserve no more than a single read... - [Story: South America in Egypt](https://literaryyard.com/2013/07/31/story-south-america-in-egypt/): By Mariam Shaalan Everything goes for a reason. It goes to leave you wondering in the sunlight of sixth of October, a city. But he did it on purpose. He made our garden in the house we bought look and... - [Story: Myrna’s Story](https://literaryyard.com/2013/07/30/story-myrnas-story/): By: Raymond Greiner Myrna Davis was born in 1950 and raised in an American mid western town. A beautiful child genetically influenced by her mother combining with her quick and agile mind. Myrna was chosen homecoming queen in her high... - [The Real War Heroes](https://literaryyard.com/2013/07/29/the-real-war-heroes/): By William T. Hathaway From the book RADICAL PEACE: People Refusing War “That must be them.” Petra took one hand off the steering wheel and pointed to a group of soldiers about two hundred meters away, standing along our road... - [The Road Less Traveled](https://literaryyard.com/2013/07/29/the-road-less-traveled/): By: Raymond Greiner Travel and roads are synonymous lending credence to the popular philosophical phrase “Life is a journey not a destination.” Contemplating travel and roads metaphorically stirs a range of thoughts. The Universe exhibits infinite molecular diversity in a... - [Conflict in Achebe's Arrow of God](https://literaryyard.com/2013/07/28/arrow-of-god/): By: Sai Diwan   Take care then, mother’s son, lest you become a dancer disinherited in mid dance Chinua Achebe (Beware, Soul Brother)   These lucid lines provide the justification for the cacophony of various intertwined conflicts in Chinua Achebe’s Arrow... - [Story: Newly Retired](https://literaryyard.com/2013/07/27/story-newly-retired/): By: Fred Miller Like kelp in a gentle neap tide wave, his hair floated about, his head bobbing as if engaged in a silly Halloween game. His outstretched arms looked prepared to receive unseen friends from the depths below. No... - [Poem: Me and You](https://literaryyard.com/2013/07/26/poem-me-and-you/):   By: Bamgbose Gabriel  In your fears And tears I share When you ache I break When you are grieved I am bereaved I bear your curse And your shame – My cross of crucifixion – Because you are the... - [Tonepoem: "Two Strikes you're out!"](https://literaryyard.com/2013/07/26/tonepoem-two-strikes-youre-out/): By: Vilhotti The Greek gods and some lesser ones known as Chicanery, Gotcha, Adam Smith’s hand up your ass, Morta Fama and Doom sat watching this game they had encountered many many years before; seeing the likes of the great... - [Poem: The Glow After Afterglow](https://literaryyard.com/2013/07/25/poem-the-glow-after-afterglow/): By: Fredrik M Zander Yesterday’s saturation’s all a memory now, And the promise of this shining day Seems to have left me jaded for a moment Before I took my eyes where I put them, In compelling grass, Outside the... - [Story: Softly Come Her Steps](https://literaryyard.com/2013/07/24/story-softly-come-her-steps/): By: Khanh Ha 1 The letter said, “Madame Thị Lan is very ill. Be kindly advised of our necessary action to be taken for gravely ill residents. This will be the only correspondence from this office to our resident’s family... - [Poem: Hansel And Greta](https://literaryyard.com/2013/07/23/poem-hansel-and-greta/): By: G David Schwartz I live in Cincinnata I have all my life Mostly anyway And now here with my lovely wife She is a handsome woman Except when she calls me Hansel. Hansel! That just ought not be I... - [Poem: I Just Sit Here Thinking](https://literaryyard.com/2013/07/23/poem-i-just-sit-here-thinking/): By: G David Schwartz I just sit here thinking Why are there so many bees and why is there snow And where are my keys I do sit here and think It is difficult to blink Or break glasses when... - [Poem: Nature's Proposal](https://literaryyard.com/2013/07/22/poem-natures-proposal/): By: Linda M. Crate nature proposed to me with a rose and i said yes for she smells sweeter than the lies you drink so heavily of her musk finer than cologne shuddering confessions of lust silk softer than the... - [Poem: Connection](https://literaryyard.com/2013/07/22/poem-connection/): By: Linda M. Crate intimate dance beneath the sheets two tangoing hearts beating in sync the whole world paused forgotten as breaths beat with the ferocity of an angry rain lashing the windows — all that exists is you and... - [Story: The Institution - An Asylum-like Boarding School](https://literaryyard.com/2013/07/21/story-the-institution-an-asylum-like-boarding-school/): By: Kailash Sundaram The new Student McMurphy stands looking a minute, his hair out long and beard real shaggy. His And 1 Basketball Shorts sag below his boxers, almost like he’s inviting girls to check out his ass. His faded... - [Poem: Yet Another Day](https://literaryyard.com/2013/07/21/poem-yet-another-day/): By: Adesina Idris D. Yet another day. A day to right wrongs. A day not to wrong rights. A day to check the plugs The oil in the engine The fuel level The overall working combustions And not the external body!... - [Poem: The Victims](https://literaryyard.com/2013/07/21/poem-the-victims/): By: Adesina Idris D. The day was bright Such a day was good in sight! But a sound came with aplomb Deafening was it cos it was a bomb! Helter skelter we ran Searching for shelter that we can Find to... - [Poem: Desire](https://literaryyard.com/2013/07/20/poem-desire/): By: Shailendra Chauhan Translated By: Balkrishna Kabra ‘Etesh’ I left behind Sorrows Adversities I adopted silence No talks I walked Behind them For sometime Who misled me Later I found myself In the other direction I bowed down To the red... - [Poem: On the edge of time](https://literaryyard.com/2013/07/20/poem-on-the-edge-of-time/):   By: Shailendra Chauhan Translated by: Balkrishna Kabra ‘Etesh’ On the edge of time Withered is mind Lowered are Senses Cherished desire hangs Carefully like an arch Frigidity domineers Body and mind It’s hard To escape unarmed In this difficult time... - [Story: Body Park](https://literaryyard.com/2013/07/19/story-body-park/): By: Michael C. Keith Nearly all the best people are dead!   –– Punch “Hey, I ate a freaking jar of Pickled Snake Head Fish washed down by African Pee Cola, so you can do this,” declared Howie Clarkson. “Yeah,... - [Poem: In the Colored Morning of Light](https://literaryyard.com/2013/07/19/poem-in-the-colored-morning-of-light/): By: Kousik Adhikari In the colored morning of light Twenty insects hover Under the thick edge of green leaves In a wishful play, Like your coming after several storms Like you have to say something just now, It makes me conscious of... - [High Hopes of Rioting in the Streets of Paris](https://literaryyard.com/2013/07/18/high-hopes-of-rioting-in-the-streets-of-paris/): Cara Andréa, I am staying on Rue Marcadet it could be said to be la belle quartier, it starts from Rue Caulaincourt like St Germaine and ends on Rue Clignancourt the veritable ghetto. I am typing from a Parisian brasserie... - [If the Sea Were Whisky](https://literaryyard.com/2013/07/18/if-the-sea-were-whisky/): By Fayroze Lutta To you, Your surname means youthful, tender, smooth and in French pronounced souplé and all for me crémeuse. As you talk to a crowd you have an awkward stammer and stutter, slightly punctuating your speech .The way... - [Reflections on the Life and Works of J.R.R. Tolkien](https://literaryyard.com/2013/07/17/reflections-on-the-life-and-works-of-j-r-r-tolkien/): By: Vanessa K. Eccles The most basic writing advice writers ever receive is “write what you know,” but why is that so important? Behind all believable fiction, there is some true experience that the writer drew from his/her own emotions... - [Symbolism in Linda Goodman’s poem, “The Planets”](https://literaryyard.com/2013/07/16/symbolism-in-linda-goodmans-poem-the-planets/): By: Natana Vasuki   Linda Goodman was an ace American astrologer, writer and poet. All her works speak volumes about astrology. She had her own poetic voice and poetic technique of using astrological symbolisms in her poems. She was always deeply... - [Beyond Pipes and Dreams, an Inspirational story of Vithal Balkrishna Gandhi](https://literaryyard.com/2013/07/16/beyond-pipes-and-dreams-by-leena-gandhi-tewari-an-inspirational-of-vithal-balkrishna-gandhi/): Beyond Pipes and Dreams by Leena Gandhi Tewari is a biography of her late husband.  “Many years ago (seven to be precise) I embarked on a journey to discover my roots and to pen down what I thought is the... - [Poem: Lima Beans](https://literaryyard.com/2013/07/15/poem-lima-beans/): By: Claire Scott Every Sunday my mother serves burnt lima beans doused in bitterness and butter. Her special recipe. We tumble in from church where my father sings Bach in the filtered light of stained glass saints. Us kids in... - [Poem: Psych Ward](https://literaryyard.com/2013/07/15/poem-psych-ward/): By: Claire Scott They say a place of healing They say for your own good Doctors with white coats flapping, Starched storks armed with prescription pads like flight attendants. Coffee, tea, wine? Zyprexa, Geodon, Seroquel? Mix and match from day to... - [Story: Leila](https://literaryyard.com/2013/07/13/story-leila/): By: Bob Kalkreuter   Sometimes I think about my life before Cedar Springs. Before Leila. Before all hell broke loose. Although I’ve only been gone a month, it seems like forever. Like something that happened when I was three or... - [Poem: Les Mots that I lack](https://literaryyard.com/2013/07/13/poem-les-mots-that-i-lack/): By: Desirée Jung Quando aprendi a falar estrangeiro I was amazed by the strangeness Inhabiting my corpo, inside me. As palavras take emotions That search and do not find. São suspiros ininterruptos Surfacing my skin. São camadas de ar, That explode... - ["The Indian Uprising" by Donald Barthelme](https://literaryyard.com/2013/07/13/the-indian-uprising-by-donald-barthelme/): By: William T. Hathaway “The Indian Uprising” by Donald Barthelme is an iconic short story of the 1960s heralding the defeat of the US empire and the end of white male dominance. Written as the USA was mired in a... - [Destination: Dnipropetrovsk](https://literaryyard.com/2013/07/12/destination-dnipropetrovsk/): By: R.J. Fox As I headed toward my assigned gate at the Frankfurt International Airport – between my world and the new one that awaited me – I stopped for a bouquet of flowers along the way for my friend,... - [Poem: Snow Falling](https://literaryyard.com/2013/07/11/poem-snow-falling/): By: Duane L. Herrmann Each perfect star – six points miniature perfection uncreateable by hands multitudinous abundance and every one unique, absorbs all sound as they float down blanketing the sounds and ground; a presence here today and melt tomorrow.... - [Poem: Sitting Time](https://literaryyard.com/2013/07/11/poem-sitting-time/): By: Duane L. Herrmann Desperate relief lifetimes of stress, six decades of hell, numblingly welcome to simply sit, and do nothing. So the man sits in blessed relief; sitting, simply sitting: no objective, no goal, no action – to him, amazing... - [Milkha Singh's autobiography The Race of My Life set for launch](https://literaryyard.com/2013/07/11/milkha-singhs-autobiography-the-race-of-my-life-set-for-launch/): Since the release of the much-hyped Hindi movie—’Bhaag Milkha Bhaag’ is around the corner, it is time that people do also know from the legendary athelete his story. Maybe this is the reason Milkha’s autobiography ‘The Race of My Life’... - [Non-Fiction: A Mere Projection](https://literaryyard.com/2013/07/10/non-fiction-a-mere-projection/): By: Charles X. Madruga   The midnight ceiling of my unconscious celestial dome caves in, becomes invaded by slivers of silver light. A blinding alarm clock, like curtains being swung open in the middle of a vacation. My eyes follow... - [Poem: Father I Thank You](https://literaryyard.com/2013/07/10/poem-father-i-thank-you/): By: Mark Williams Father I thank you for watching over me Day and night you bring love into my life Morning until sunlight you gave me Hope, strength of sight to see A life to breathe A love to know Forever... - [Poem: The Wind and The Blue Shadow](https://literaryyard.com/2013/07/09/poem-the-wind-and-the-blue-shadow/): By: Walter William Safar When you want to come home again Just follow the wind. “How shall I know Which wind travels to the street of my childhood?” Ask your life’s compatriot, the blue shadow, Which rushes in front of... - [Poem: Me, The Wind, and The Old Shadow](https://literaryyard.com/2013/07/09/poem-me-the-wind-and-the-old-shadow/): By: Walter William Safar  Me and the eastern wind, surrounded by a wall of honorable antiquity, walk together influenced by our common destiny, and shadows hide across crosses, and drag along cemeteries like the quietest and saddest funeral procession. Next... - [Story: A Nice Dinner](https://literaryyard.com/2013/07/08/story-a-nice-dinner/): By: Vijay Johnson-Tanco My name is John Stature from a wealthy family of scientists. The statures have had a key role in providing a cure for the common cold, which mankind really had no need for. There is quite a lot... - [Poem: "Approved by the Comics Code Authority"](https://literaryyard.com/2013/07/07/poem-approved-by-the-comics-code-authority/): By: Gale Acuff Miss Hooker says I’m going to go to Hell if I don’t stop sinning but I don’t give a damn is what I told her although I really said darn and that was bad enough, I thought I’d... - [Story: Ruby Red](https://literaryyard.com/2013/07/06/story-ruby-red/): By: Raymond Greiner   A vast forest spans Western North Carolina, one of the largest tracts of forested land east of the Mississippi River including Pisgah and Cherokee National Forests extending into Tennessee. In the hamlet of Clear Creek, adjacent to... - [A crime novel: Compass Box Killer](https://literaryyard.com/2013/07/04/a-crime-novel-compass-box-killer/): ‘Compass Box Killer: An Inspector Virkar Crime Thriller‘ is a new novel in crime thriller category set in the by-lanes of Mumbai. Written by Piyush Jha, the novel starts with a murder. One muggy afternoon, a senior police officer is... - [Poem: A Cup of Tea](https://literaryyard.com/2013/07/03/poem-a-cup-of-tea/): By: Kousik Adhikari With that knitted scarf In your hand, you seemed a pakka sahari babu, You sometime call, ‘Dukhia, bring me a cup of tea’, I know, you like the raw with bits of ginger, Churned those delicate taste out,... - [Non-Fiction: My Search For Another Man’s Old House](https://literaryyard.com/2013/07/02/non-fiction-my-search-for-another-mans-old-house/): By: Brett Busang Columbus, Ohio is where my mother went to college for a few years; the painter George Bellows first noticed that he could draw the straight line that is said to elude non-artists; and where James Thurber, known for... - [Poem: And I Wrote it For You...Weep not](https://literaryyard.com/2013/07/01/poem-and-i-wrote-it-for-you-weep-not/): By: Ikwuagwu Osita Victor   In the beginning was the word, Now are these words-WEEP NOT.   Men know themselves when not ripe, And you come. And they deposit you in a bin. ….…..Weep not……….   Nations love war; War hate... - [Train to Delhi, a novel by Shiv K. Kumar unveiled](https://literaryyard.com/2013/06/30/train-to-delhi-a-novel-by-shiv-k-kumar-unveiled/): Set amidst the upheavals of Independence, Train to Delhi is a love story that boasts to challenge religious boundaries and suture the wounds of Partition. Sahitya Akademi awardee Shiv K Kumar brings us a Partition novel with a twist. While... - [Story: Savior](https://literaryyard.com/2013/06/29/story-savior/): By: Chris Wilkensen They hit it off at a bar and went to her place after last call, partly thanks to the drinks. He came on her blouse, too excited to wait for her to take it off. She laughed, trying... - [Poem: Phantom Pain](https://literaryyard.com/2013/06/27/poem-phantom-pain/): By: Paris Hughes I dodged mirrors after the surgery, Would even wrinkle my eyelids in a tight Squeeze near glass, not ready to view The twisted limb, to know why the pinched Nerves pushed out cries and curses in darkness.                 Months... - [The Villainous Ghetto: The Force of Naturalism in Stephen Crane’s Maggie](https://literaryyard.com/2013/06/26/the-villainous-ghetto-the-force-of-naturalism-in-stephen-cranes-maggie/): By: Amy Pollard In Maggie: A Girl of the Streets, Stephen Crane writes, “The building quivered and creaked from the weight of humanity stamping about in its bowels” (6). Perhaps no other quotation so vividly demonstrates the naturalism that permeates this... - [Review: Death to Stereotypical Zombies](https://literaryyard.com/2013/06/25/review-death-to-stereotypical-zombies/): By: Linda M. Crate As a writer and an avid reader to boot I’m always looking for new books. My friend’s suggested since I’m such a vehement supporter of Dram Stoker and ancient mythic type vampires Laurell K. Hamilton’s Anita... - [Poem: On My Deathbed](https://literaryyard.com/2013/06/25/poem-on-my-deathbed/): By: Adesina Idris My death is near It is sure and certain That out of this bed I shall not get! But A lot I have to say Yet I say so little! The world I met In peace But... - [Poem: Innocence!!](https://literaryyard.com/2013/06/24/poem-innocence/): By: Adesina Idris D. Its innocence Undisturbed Unpertubed By the turbulence Around it! A child’s innocence! Peaceful is its sleep Smiles on its lips Troubles escaping it Oblivious of the upheavals Roaming in the adult world! A child’s innocence! Soon!... - [Story: Finally She Had Her Son](https://literaryyard.com/2013/06/22/story-finally-she-had-her-son/): By: Mira Martin-Parker My grandmother cooked stews and left the bones in them. She prepared an excellent leg of lamb at Easter, and once at Thanksgiving she got mad and threw the turkey out the window. She was Italian and Irish,... - [Poem: What Goes Around, he said, Comes back Around](https://literaryyard.com/2013/06/18/poem-what-goes-around-he-said-comes-back-around/): By: Somrita Urni Ganguly And everytime I heard that song, I could see you next to me, hear your voice, feel your breath, sense your whispering passion. And so I stopped listening to that song; stopped looking for your smell in... - [Story: Remembering Life](https://literaryyard.com/2013/06/18/story-remembering-life-3/): By: Nicole R. Sander One day Ariana realized that the world had lost its meaning for her. She realized that its usual convincing and ever so charming shine had worn off. Like an old beloved garment, ripped at the seams... - [Rysa Walker, the Grand Prize Winner](https://literaryyard.com/2013/06/16/rysa-walker-the-grand-prize-winner/): The votes are in and Amazon customers have chosen Rysa Walker of Carey, N.C. as the Grand Prize winner of the sixth annual Amazon Breakthrough Novel Award contest for her young adult novel Timebound. The award was announced this evening during a ceremony at... - [Story: Ashes, Ashes](https://literaryyard.com/2013/06/15/story-ashes-ashes/): By Kathie Giorgio Linda didn’t know how the urn got to Goodwill. She only knew that it cost her ten dollars and it would look perfect on the antique spool table in her living room. Linda prided herself on being... - [Story: Winter is Always Coming](https://literaryyard.com/2013/06/13/story-winter-is-always-coming/): By: Michael C. Keith Ah Love! Could thou and I with Fate conspire To grasp this sorry Scheme of Things entire.  –– Edward Fitzgerald Sixty-eight wasn’t really old by 2014’s standards. In fact, some people said it was the new fifty-eight.... - [Poem: Nazneen](https://literaryyard.com/2013/06/13/poem-laila-majnu-retold/): By: Somrita Urni Ganguly (You’ve read the Laila-Majnu story, have you not? This one is slightly different. The poet wrote it after Majnu was lost to her.) Laila uttered Qais’s name like a prayer every night – his face was the blood... - [Story: Declaration](https://literaryyard.com/2013/06/12/story-declaration/): By: Shyama Laxman Her parents had named her Ruksana which at some point got truncated to Roxy. Ruksana might bring to mind a shy, demure, ever blushing Muslim girl, peeping through her burqa and forbidden entry into the male inhabited... - [Story: Notes from Above Ground](https://literaryyard.com/2013/06/11/story-notes-from-above-ground/): By: Fredrik Zander Before I live I write this message. There might be secrets for you to know as my feet were below the ground that fed me like a solemn plant that whispered secrets in my mute ear; I didn’t... - [Poem: Scattered in the Absent Wind](https://literaryyard.com/2013/06/11/poem-scattered-in-the-absent-wind/):   By: Fredrik Zander Estranged by adorers, Scattered in the absent wind; This vacuum is a bird of prey. Too late for the news of the world; Too soon for the fascination Strangers bring to light. “Could there be tomorrow”, I... - [Poem: Unvacuumised](https://literaryyard.com/2013/06/11/poem-unvacuumised/): By: Fredrik Zander I can’t remember the name of the game; I just remember to wear and to bear My shame, In someone else’s name.   To see apart from a point of view, Try develop a photograph Of dew, For... - [Story: Bruno](https://literaryyard.com/2013/06/08/story-bruno/): By: Divya Dubey   The dog had to be put to sleep. Since Sunday the thought had been revolving in Simran’s mind, making it impossible for her to focus her attention fully on any task. As she began to wipe... - [Amazon Storyteller: a tool to help writers and filmmakers bring their stories to life](https://literaryyard.com/2013/06/07/amazon-storyteller-a-tool-to-help-writers-and-filmmakers-bring-their-stories-to-life/): Ever wondered how the characters from your play or script would look like? Amazon Studios, the film and series production arm of Amazon.com, has come up with a new innovation for writers and filmmakers—Amazon Storyteller. Currently in beta, Storyteller is a... - [A.M. Homes emerges winner of the Women’s Fiction Prize](https://literaryyard.com/2013/06/06/a-m-homes-emerges-winner-of-the-womens-fiction-prize/): American novelist A.M. Homes has clinched this year’s Women’s Prize for Fiction. She won this Prize for her sixth novel, “May We Be Forgiven.” Other closest contenders were award winning writer Hilary Mantel and three other finalists for the $... - [Indian novels you should never read](https://literaryyard.com/2013/06/04/indian-novels-you-should-never-read/): It’s indeed an encouraging thing to know that Indians—the middle class Indians—are finally shelling out some of their earnings to buy books, especially fiction. However, it is painful to know that most of them spend on fiction which does not... - [Story: Pool Cleaner in the Yucatan](https://literaryyard.com/2013/06/03/story-pool-cleaner-in-the-yucatan/): By: Eric G. Müller Stacie looked out the airplane window. The last time she was in Cancun she got knocked up. That was fifteen years ago. An abortion, a string of boyfriends and a failed marriage lay between. Now she was... - [Poem: The Peace of a Child](https://literaryyard.com/2013/06/02/poem-the-peace-of-a-child/): By: Bamgbose Gabriel   In perfect peace She sleeps after being Coaxed with tender palms And lulled with soothing rhymes… …..The peace of a child She smiles from her dream Exposing her toothless Alveolar ridge, turning Several times to find A... - [Poem: It’s about to rain](https://literaryyard.com/2013/06/02/poem-its-about-to-rain/): By: Bamgbose Gabriel   The trees dance As the heavy wind whistles Like an umpire in the green field Opening the long-awaited march It’s about to rain The hackles of the firmament Has risen, risen and ready To vent their anger... - [Story: The Artist](https://literaryyard.com/2013/06/01/story-the-artist/): By: Joshua Medsker   Peter Loew dug his hands furiously into the hard clay. “Come on, you rotten son of a bitch.” Swearing at the clay helped him get on top of it and make it do his bidding. He... - [Commonwealth Book and Short Story Prize winners announced](https://literaryyard.com/2013/05/31/commonwealth-book-and-short-story-prize-winners-announced/): The Commonwealth Foundation has announced the winners of the 2013 Commonwealth Book Prize and Commonwealth Short Story Prize. The three female winners of this year’s prizes have written stories set in Trinidad and Tobago, British Columbia and Glasgow’s Hazlehurst estate... - [Tender is the Release](https://literaryyard.com/2013/05/31/tender-is-the-release/): By: Linda M. Crate I had decided that since I never had to read anything by the great F.S. Fitzgerald in high school or college that I would pursue one of his works on my own time. When I first... - [Rudyard Kipling's 'Plagiarism' in Jungle Book](https://literaryyard.com/2013/05/30/rudyard-kiplings-plagiarism-in-jungle-book/): A letter by Rudyard Kipling, which he’d written in 1894, has now surfaced in London in which he’d admitted to plagiarising some of his best known works, including parts of the famous—The Jungle Book. It has been reported by a London newspaper which... - [Poem: love or grief](https://literaryyard.com/2013/05/28/poem-love-or-grief/): punctured in love repaired in grief i‘ve dreams still left i know in brief i search for peace but not in leisure hard work is my duty that’s my only pleasure love was an ordeal it’s now a memory passions exist no... - [Poem: An act of plundering eggs](https://literaryyard.com/2013/05/26/plundering-eggs/): Once upon a timeI plundered eggsfrom a rickety khokhain my villagenestled in the hillsand ran into the corn fieldsthough chased by houndsand a gaunt owner. Hardly had I tastedthe albumin andchewed the yolkwhen a bolt of metalincapacitated meflattened meamid the... - [The Use of Myth and Archetype in “The Yellow Wallpaper”](https://literaryyard.com/2013/05/25/the-use-of-myth-and-archetype-in-the-yellow-wallpaper/): By: Shannon Del Ross Myth and archetypes permeate both modern and ancient literature. In some modern literature, however, use of such symbols can result in a reversal of their traditional meanings. In Gilman’s “The Yellow Wallpaper,” the narrator’s journey to madness... - [Story: That Day He Fell](https://literaryyard.com/2013/05/24/story-that-day-he-fell/): By: Ikwuagwu Osita Victor   The last fisherman stared at me suspiciously before walking, languidly, away with his fishing paraphernalia. I wondered what was going on in his mind. Perhaps he was thinking another youngster has gone bananas, or that... - [Amazon introduces “Kindle Worlds,” a New Publishing Model for Authors](https://literaryyard.com/2013/05/22/amazon-introduces-kindle-worlds-a-new-publishing-model-for-authors/): Amazon Publishing has announced Kindle Worlds, claimed to be the first commercial publishing platform that will enable any writer to create fan fiction based on a range of original stories and characters and earn royalties for doing so. Amazon Publishing, as... - [Amazon announces Winners in 6th Breakthrough Novel Award](https://literaryyard.com/2013/05/22/amazon-announces-winners-in-6th-breakthrough-novel-award/): Amazon has selected one winner in each of five categories: general fiction, mystery/thriller, romance, science fiction/fantasy/horror and young adult fiction. From now through May 29, Amazon customers are encouraged to read excerpts from the winning books and vote for their... - [Story: Considering the Razor’s Edge](https://literaryyard.com/2013/05/20/story-considering-the-razors-edge/): By: DC Foster Scar tissue mottled the old man’s hands, the thinner the lighter; it ran like Desert Storm camouflage from his wrists into his fingers toward the jaundiced nails that tipped each of his ten digits. No, nine digits. His... - [Poem: Can we speak again](https://literaryyard.com/2013/05/16/poem-can-we-speak-again/): Your sulky countenance, once source of infinite affection, now drives me angry impatient indifferent and repulsive. That feeling of innocent tussle which brought us closer each day has walked out unnoticed untold. The sunlit fields irrigated by our sweat replenishing... - [2013 Commonwealth Book Prize and Short Story Prize shortlists](https://literaryyard.com/2013/05/14/2013-commonwealth-book-prize-and-short-story-prize-shortlists/): The Commonwealth Foundation has announced the regional winners for the 2013 Commonwealth Book Prize and Commonwealth Short Story Prize. Representing Africa, Asia, Canada & Europe, Caribbean, and the Pacific regions, these writers will now compete to become the overall winner,... - [Poem: Widower](https://literaryyard.com/2013/05/13/poem-widower/): By: Morgan O’Connor At sun up she escaped by cab. I miss her as much as the time before I knew the taste of perfect bread, spice of exquisite soup. souls proudly inter-floundering, curl of a pounding wave. our searches are... - [Play: Breaking Point](https://literaryyard.com/2013/05/13/play-breaking-point/): By: Gary Beck   (a one-act play) Scene  (The kitchen of the Rawlins, a blue-collar family struggling to make ends meet in the economic downturn. The apartment is low-income. Enter Fred, carrying laptop, logged onto a site. He starts to... - [Poetry review: Why Photographers Commit Suicide](https://literaryyard.com/2013/05/11/poetry-review-why-photographers-commit-suicide/): It is usually our anticipation from any book that it will entertain us, take us on an exotic ride where varied emotions of life—surprise, love, desire, hatred, happiness, etc—can clash together and become alive through unheard anecdotes, tales, stories and... - [Non-fiction: Semper Fidelis](https://literaryyard.com/2013/05/11/non-fiction-semper-fidelis/): By: Richard D. Hartwell   She’d been plying him with gifts for a month or so. He started to stay over about halfway through the month. A few of his uniform things hung in her closet, but mostly the new things... - [Poem: Nowadays I Feel](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/02/poem-nowadays-i-feel/): By: Kousik Adhikari Nowadays I feel Accustomed with life-glorified life! Always dangling over head And yet sword’s magic shining! Moon-drops oozing on rain Sea caressing sands- Truly romance walks in ant’s legs Through spine! Till one hungry cock calls Till monarchs... - [Grace-Land](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/02/grace-land/): By: Raymond Greiner At the river daily I see the Heron wading. Classified as an aquatic bird; the Heron is equally reliant on land. The riverbank offers access to food sources, building its nest in a high tree relying on its... - [Story: The Hyenas](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/01/story-the-hyenas/): By: Sozou-Kyrkou Konstantina The Greek coffee froths and as he tries to grab the pot away from the primus stove the coffee spills and puts out the fire. He’s a real slowcoach these days. Everything seems to overtake him. A crust... - [The Revelation of the Wilde, Disillusioned Self](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/01/the-revelation-of-the-wilde-disillusioned-self/): By: Sai Diwan Readers of Oscar Wilde know better than to believe that the mirror projects the image of the self. As Dorian Gray caressed impressions of the past instead of facing the reality of his wilted self, his creator... - [Story: Parts Not Included](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/30/story-parts-not-included/): By: Robyn Segal I have not received a birthday card, letter or note from my father in years. I suppose the mail stopped when the emails began. Maybe the mail stopped when I was too old to get a birthday card.... - [David Gilmour comments over female writers](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/30/david-gilmour-comments-over-female-writers/): In the literary world, fashionable controversies are made around the battle of sexes rather than the battle of words. A bunch of male authors aren’t shying from decrying their female counterparts and vice-a-versa to claim superiority over one another. While... - [Federico Fellini – Author of Cinema](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/29/federico-fellini-author-of-cinema/):   By:  Gaither Stewart Federico Fellini’s favorite interview technique was to explain while denying he was explaining, or not explaining anything while claiming he was explaining all. The symbolist poet – film director Fellini was a mixture of denial and irony,... - [Story: Wolf Spirit](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/29/story-wolf-spirit/): By: Raymond Greiner The bush plane’s skis touched down on a frozen lake in Northern Ontario; from her co-pilot’s seat Amanda scanned the bleak winter landscape in the receding light. The fishing camp was closed and boarded up for the winter... - [Poem: egregious character flaw](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/28/poem-egregious-character-flaw/): By: Linda M. Crate you are as sour as a blue berry noxious as smog ruder than an adder’s sting or wasp’s bite sharper than the thickest blade of obsidian night cutting into the heart of day yet you are... - [Poem: lottery ticket prayers](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/28/poem-lottery-ticket-prayers/): By: Linda M. Crate dark lipstick tainted too darkly a consuming melody of tragedy thin wisps of blonde locks vacant sapphire eyes smudged with disapproval an elderly woman scratches off a lottery ticket as if it’s the only prayer she... - [Poem: shattered sky](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/28/poem-shattered-sky/): By: Linda M. Crate petals of my joy have been burned away from me you were an inspiration to become a better person, but you were a fraud not the moralistic wholesome christian man you made me believe you were;... - [Poem: hymn of the raven](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/28/poem-hymn-of-the-raven/): By: Linda M. Crate the white raven knows darkness it kissed her in the form of a silver serpent pretending to be a wolf loyal and true; his intentions a little more sinister than she cares to remember untrue and... - [Poem: Poem of Water](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/27/poem-poem-of-water/): By: Taslima Nasrin Translated by: Kousik Adhikari I have written one Unique poem of water Plucked out a lotus from water Red lotus Water-lotus. Whom to give this water-lotus This poem There was one to give, He had an urge to leave... - [Poem: The Body](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/27/poem-the-body/): By: Taslima Nasrin Translated by: Kousik Adhikari Much have been said About farming, cards, history, And of the two swans Walking on the grassy field In neighbor’s house! Now, let’s talk about body. Let’s touch skin, pores, Putting out evening lamp, incense... - [Poem: When it Died](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/26/poem-when-it-died/): By: April Salzano it didn’t make any of the sounds I had expected. No wailing howl, no shrill scream, not even a broken sob that lasted into that first night alone. No angry hyperventilating choke, no empty gurgle of loss, no... - [Poem: Windows Are Rolled Down](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/26/poem-windows-are-rolled-down/): By: April Salzano I cannot remember the last time I drove like this, the air of autumn filling every space of my interior with warm rhythm, uneven presence. I am not sure how a song by this title has much to... - [Poem: From Age This Blindness](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/26/poem-from-age-this-blindness/): By: April Salzano Latent Farsightedness, a hidden prescription you have compensated for all of your life, the eye doctor said. My pupils swallowed his face and most of the light in the room, dilated in ocular contraction. In other words, I... - [SAMs for Uncle Sam](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/26/sams-for-uncle-sam/): By William T. Hathaway From the Book RADICAL PEACE: People Refusing War   Merna al-Marjan is a young Iraqi who is currently in Germany studying European history. We talked in her dormitory room, a spartan but functional cubicle in a... - [Poem: If You Identify As](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/25/poem-if-you-identify-as/): By: Christiane Demack “White, please tick this box, And welcome back – To the United States.” Identification encompassing All the glowing clouds The airplane coffee spills Encompassing the sand setting Desert silent, the children Fingers darting through the Flame playful, broken... - [Poem: Into Your Freedom](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/25/poem-into-your-freedom/): By: Christiane Demack I want to make you feel good Feel safe; feel thrilled I am all you need I’ll stumble Stumble honestly So you can catch me And let go of the façade That freaks me out and leaves you... - [Poem: Airplane Coffee](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/25/poem-airplane-coffee/): By: Christiane Demack Clean thrill, rising, again Spilled coffee, plastic cup White paper, ink – as The red roofs drop Into a warm picture Of Home. That comforting voice, Soothing, the voice of Arrivals & Departures, & Pleasant stays, High Over... - [Poem: A Path Extending](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/25/poem-a-path-extending/): By: Christiane Demack Can you see the joys of the mountain-tops, The grandmother’s silver in your golden hair? Can you feel his arms around you, can you smell The fire of the camp-site, and feel The sheer power of the wolves?... - [Poem: Passing Heritage](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/24/poem-passing-heritage/): By: Neelam Dadhwal I looked out of the container a refreshing life, as if cells could soak oxygen. Tripled on its contents on way with friends and half down the valley we lay wreath on our expedition. Half of truths, being... - [Poem: faces](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/24/poem-faces/): By: Shobhana Kumar suddenly, i remember faces only alive in fading photographs. today, it is the benevolent face of a grand uncle, whose freshly Cinthol-soaped face and silver white stubbles always held a smile for me. he, who i haven’t bothered... - [Launch: Love Potion Number 10 by Betsy Woodman](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/23/launch-love-potion-number-10-by-betsy-woodman/): Random House India has announced the release of the second book by Betsy Woodman this October. LOVE POTION NUMBER 10. It is the second book in the Hamara Nagar series followed by the very well acclaimed Jana Bibi’s Excellent Fortunes.... - [Poem: Frozen Space](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/23/poem-frozen-space/): By: Chandra Shekhar Dubey Looks of love lurk in the shades Of frozen cuddle Hiding forms of elegance Stealing aroma of bodily blossoms Eyes float in skin’s supple waves Rippling, rolling and beating. The rapturous whispers of passion Run through... - [Poem: Natural Progression](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/21/poem-natural-progression/): By: A.J. Huffman I walk the tidal line on tired feet, forced forward, mostly by determination. The sand in my toes lends encouragement with gentle tickle of coolness. Another mile falls behind me. My breath begins to strain. The wind responds,... - [Poem: I Am Little](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/21/poem-i-am-little/): By: A.J. Huffman black dress, timeless necessity. I am standard, issued as staple, dependable go-to. An easy decision, I am appropriate accessory for every occasion. ***** [A.J. Huffman has published six solo chapbooks and one joint chapbook through various small presses.... - [The Aureate lights](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/20/the-aureate-lights/): By: Shruthi Vatsyayani It’s a good feeling, flying back home, to the warmth of the familiarity, something you have known all your life, after a tough semester. The small interval of time before boarding the flight and after collecting the... - [Story: Around in the Dark](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/19/story-around-in-the-dark/): By: L.E. Schwaller Don’t you know there ain’t no devil, there’s just God when he’s drunk –Tom Waits It had taken three hard days and nights of drinking his way through Dublin to get Thomas to the front steps of The... - [Poem: Strangers](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/18/poem-strangers/): By: Patrick P. Stafford Something there is that holds the anxious heart in check, That offers only to the eyes the total essence of you, Shows in the hair and face, in the lovely curve of neck, How much I yearn... - [Poem: Gardens and Memories](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/18/poem-gardens-and-memories/): By: Patrick P. Stafford I know it’s time to go to sleep. I know it’s time to shut out light. And now because all hope is gone, I know it’s time to say goodnight. Winter has filled this empty room, Though... - [Poem: The Sand](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/18/poem-the-sand/): By: Patrick P. Stafford There we stood years ago, upon our emerald beach, With pure love between us, and pure happiness within reach. Years ago when you held my heart in the palm of your hand, And I would caress your... - [Poem: Full Moon Day](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/17/poem-full-moon-day/): By: Aditya R   On a full moon day, walking by the roadway. Silver light hitting everything, a visual song of night, to sing. Song triggers, the mixed melancholic notes Whispers of rustling leaves, caressing bamboo, A mystical eerie Enchanting Silver... - [Poem: Girl and Sandman](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/17/poem-girl-and-sandman/): By: Aditya R    A silent girl never speaks much. Glittering yet hollow eyes, Body and face, a sculptors paradise. A sudden flinch in the mouth, A curious contraction of brow So as sandman i follow, She finally sits, on an... - [Story: Autumn Winds](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/16/story-autumn-winds/): By: Saheli Khastagir   She is wearing a red saree. Maroon, really. There are little white spots, possibly flowers, or maybe leaves printed on the entire length. It’s not clear, maybe because of the little wrinkles spread out on it, blurring... - [Story: The Weeping Wall](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/16/story-the-weeping-wall/): By: Pamela  Q Fernandes I strongly believe that the reason God gives us children is to remind us of our own childhood. The days when we feared nothing, when we lived without a care in the world, knowing that we would... - [Poem: Candlelight](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/16/poem-candlelight/): By: Robyn Tocker I was playing “I Won’t Say” on the piano when I realized Daddy was dying and I went to bed humming “I Won’t Say” because maybe if I don’t say God will let me keep Daddy for one... - [Poem: Envious Witch](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/15/poem-envious-witch/): By: Aftab Yusuf Shaikh Who is this woman in the mirror that looks back with discern? So what if she had in a life too many heartbreaks for one four roomed heart, why does she look at my beauty with contempt,... - [Poem: Noise Umbrella](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/15/poem-noise-umbrella/): By: Aftab Yusuf Shaikh I have forgotten my umbrella; Not that I am irresponsible, I was going insane That was possible, The deafening thump of The hundreds of rain drops, The loud crack of clay, and The timid lightening That cracks... - [Poem: Advertisements](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/14/poem-advertisements/): By: Dane Cobain I am immune to your bad advertisements, Thou ageing hipsters with electronic cigarettes Breeding discontent in board rooms; These days, everything causes cancer, And the joy is finding which silver bullet Is The Ruination. Sometimes I do dumb... - [Poem: Azuma](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/14/poem-azuma/): By: Dane Cobain I am so high I see mountains, the smell of crystallised shit is a foetid reminder of the civilisation I used to remember, the tree-lined fields of the one true childhood, gigantic metal spiders which traipse through my... - [Poem: People](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/14/poem-people/): By: Dane Cobain It’s just line after line in some great drawing multi-dimensional phosphorescence or Alex Connor sculpting crazy visions he saw in drunken haze, Alex Connor drinking barrel hatching crazy plans and schemes; Alex Connor, half dead in hospital beds... - [Story: Blackbirds](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/13/story-blackbirds/): By: Rati Girish I have often heard my father say, “This is a dog eat dog world.” He would be flipping through the pages of the newspaper, when suddenly his eyes would focus on a particular section. He would stop, squint... - [Story: The Oculus Eye](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/13/story-the-oculus-eye/): By: Caroline Healy   he sat at the bar and drank. Intermittently, he glanced at the headlines of the newspaper on the table in front of him, scanning the tragic and the comic, hoping that something would jostle him, evoke... - [Review: 'My Journey', another classic by Kalam from own life](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/12/review-my-journey-another-classic-by-kalam-from-own-life/): “My Journey” by APJ Abdul Kalam, fomer President of India, is a journey into the vintage time of India’s yore years which garners true events from Kalam’s life. The book records the transformational journey Kalam went through to emerge first... - [Indian Lit: The Retelling of 1980s](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/12/indian-lit-the-retelling-of-1980s/): By: Sai Diwan PART TWO An age cannot escape history. And an age with history cannot escape literature. That is the story of the 1980s in India. It was the decade that commissioned the awakening of the Unnamed Genre. As... - [Poem: The Flowers of Your Garden](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/06/poem-the-flowers-of-your-garden/): By: Kousik Adhikari I walked into the garden Light decorated the offspring of light, So many flowers inexperienced Before the first rain, first fraud, Innocent breeze playing magic, Enchanting every live, every leave, But some moths waiting for first dream, Patiently... - [Poem: The Full Story](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/06/poem-the-full-story/): By: Kousik Adhikari Dear. Charming-Artemis! Urbashi! I have sprinkled all These name-traps To catch your bird like beauty Galloping from twigs to branches, Blazing sword glances Over Adam’s progeny In what furious dance! Men curious from birth Dealing with roses-... - [Story: Fellow Travellers](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/05/story-fellow-travellers/): By: Shloka Shankar  Another school year came to an end, and another heady, dizzying summer lay ahead of us. Earlier that week, my school had closed after what seemed an interminably long academic year, and I had passed into fifth grade... - [Poem: Rains](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/05/poem-rains/): By: Shloka Shankar  Incessant rain pattered Across my shoulders; I soaked in the atmosphere And smelt the earth-ravished scent That kindles a passionate desire So well-known, and yet so indefinable. Bleary-eyed, I waded through Puddles and lost myself in Childhood’s delight;... - [Poem: Many a Moon](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/05/poem-many-a-moon/): By: Shloka Shankar   The clock looks at me indignantly And I wonder what I did to upset Time; I’ve whiled away countless minutes Twiddling my thumbs, Or contemplating a lost thought, Or in self-delusion. I’ve had my share of insomnia,... - [Poem: Distance](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/05/poem-distance/): By: Shloka Shankar  There was a time when Things were surreal; I was happy. . . As evasive as that vixen is, I’ve been abandoned Time and again. From us and we, I stand as my lone self; Something was between... - [Story: Let's Get Lost](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/05/story-lets-get-lost/):  By:  Debashis Deb She asked ‘Did you ever get lost?’ He was almost breathless after walking uphill along the winding cobbled path which cut through the exuberant tall green grass and the purple rhododendrons. The clear blue sky appeared silent and... - [Dialogue with Kurt Vonnegut](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/04/dialogue-with-kurt-vonnegut/): Anarchist and Social Critic By Gaither Stewart   (Note: After my early enthusiasm about the writer and man Kurt Vonnegut, I became skeptical of his skepticism. Was he a phony, I began to wonder? After I met him, his life... - [Story: The Technology of Nature](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/03/story-the-technology-of-nature/):   By: Raymond Greiner The year was 2020; Phil Gordon was 24, with a remarkable body of achievements for such an early time of his life. He excelled academically embarking on a career in technology working for a prominent consulting... - [Poem: The Kiss](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/02/poem-the-kiss/): By: April Mae M. Berza Intoxicated with the words evaporating from your lips, I surrender to the innocent passion throbbing inside my chest to unearth the treasure. Silence imprisoned me for a moment until I lose all the fears, my senses... - [Poem: Words under vertigo](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/02/poem-words-under-vertigo/): By: April Mae M. Berza like a falling debris from a construction site slowly committing suicide as it touches the ground, again I looked up to witness how words magnetized the tongue to remain silent as if under oath, the oath... - [Poem: Bipolar](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/02/poem-bipolar/): By: April Mae M. Berza A psychologist asked me my dream last night. I never told her about you, that you colonized my subconscious, paralyzing me until I wake up. I surrender to the idiopathic pain when I realize you are... - [Story: Ravine](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/02/story-ravine/): By: Brian Michael Barbeito It was in the day and about a couple of hours before dusk when I went out walking. Going down the park path, there was, on the right, the major road and its hustle. Standing there... - [Story: For Brunettes Only](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/01/story-for-brunettes-only/): By: Arthur Davis The midpoint of my unforeseen journey began in this small, soundproofed enclosure, which boasted one television conspicuously absent a channel selector, four ordinary upholstered chairs, and sofa sitting on a sanguine blue-green oriental carpet. The Blue Room, as... - [Poem: A letter to my unborn child](https://literaryyard.com/2013/08/31/poem-a-letter-to-my-unborn-child/): By: Adesina Dolapo   Faraway in an unknown Unknown distant land Land she sleeps And wakes all alone All alone she lives Lives and waits Waits for me to come Waits for me to come Come take her to be mine.... - [Poem: Silent Stage](https://literaryyard.com/2013/08/31/poem-silent-stage/): By: Elancharan Gunasekaran Candles lit on waxed parapets Flame tips align Piercing the night skies Holding the heavens in place For, The show is about to begin Sneaking a peak She rotates gracefully Facing the spotlight The moon basks In glamour... - ["The Dream Chasers", another campus novel now from a bureaucrat](https://literaryyard.com/2013/08/31/six-friends-six-lives-one-gang-another-campus-novel-now-from-a-bureaucrat/): ‘The Dream Chasers’ is one of those campus novels wherein friends make fun, do everything like we can expect and love the same girl. Set for launch this September, the novel is priced at Rs 199. Its story goes like... - [Poem: Artifice](https://literaryyard.com/2013/08/30/poem-artifice/): By: Rati Agnihotri To get fascinated By the morbid details of other peoples’ lives To locate art In the slip discs of a chaotic composition To whisper stranger, stranger In the middle of the night And then paint all night... - [Poem: Moon –whip](https://literaryyard.com/2013/08/30/poem-moon-whip/): By: Rati Agnihotri Please Crack the moon-whip Please No Under surveillance humanity But as i say Please crack the moon-ship Shhh, the priests sitting outside the graveyard are listening And the moon is shifting its gaze to your side of... - [Poem: In Ink](https://literaryyard.com/2013/08/30/poem-in-ink/): By: Rati Agnihotri Write on me in ink the deep blue language of moon famed silt and then print on me in ink those defamed chunks of moon mad memoirs . Look at me in ink The deep red ink... - [Poem: Contained Parentheses](https://literaryyard.com/2013/08/29/poem-contained-parentheses/): By: Sneha Subramanian Kanta Sometimes stagnant ink dries; And at others the paper is crumpled. His eyes have stopped speaking now for long Yet silences move across nudging distances unsaid. Brinks of a brown coloured table Hold two candles on a... - [Poem: A Column of Broken Thoughts](https://literaryyard.com/2013/08/29/poem-a-column-of-broken-thoughts/): By: Sneha Subramanian Kanta Sometimes when words delude One may hope to start with a prelude Quiet corners have intense rumblings profound With fire like flames burning ceaselessly around. Surrender to the dark For ’tis the only companion that doesn’t mock... - [ The Pseudonym and The Cuckoo's Calling](https://literaryyard.com/2013/08/29/the-pseudonym-and-the-cuckoos-calling/): By: Konika Mukherjee The hyped revelation of Rowling’s book ‘The Cuckoo’s Calling’ under a pseudonym and an assumed background of an army personnel has led us again to wonder about the need of hiding behind an unknown persona. There was... - [Poem: Serenity](https://literaryyard.com/2013/08/28/poem-serenity/): By: Neelam Dadhwal Absorbed in echoes of moonlight reflecting on calm waters, serenading in cosmic universe full of tornadoes, tidal waves rushing to me. The moon among palm leaves, among clouds, emerges in shades leaving me to interpolate rightly something unachievable... - [Story: The Dragonfly](https://literaryyard.com/2013/08/28/story-the-dragonfly/): By: Linda M. Crate They lived in a lonely, nowhere town. A goodbye place, a place of new beginnings or endings. It was a rural place full of dirt roads, and a familiarity that could provide comfort and peace of... - [Story: Six](https://literaryyard.com/2013/08/27/story-six/): By: Nikita Gill August echos of emptiness. **** We parted in July. I loved you too much. I had not thought that would become too much for you to handle. And that we would part on a technicality. It was... - [Comparing Evils](https://literaryyard.com/2013/08/26/comparing-evils/): By William T. Hathaway From the Book RADICAL PEACE: People Refusing War Jamal Khan is an Afghan journalist who fled his country because of Taliban persecution and now lives in Germany. We met in the apartment of a mutual friend... - [Story: Stay Well](https://literaryyard.com/2013/08/26/story-stay-well/): By: Merlin Flower The house looked as if it resented the conversion to a clinic. The notice board announcing, ‘Dr. Baanshyam, M.D., Senior Psychiatrist. Chennai- 89” failed to give a clinical air. I opened the rusty gate destroying a new... - [Poem: I've Torn Apart The Laughter ](https://literaryyard.com/2013/08/26/poem-ive-torn-apart-the-laughter/): By: G David Schwartz I’ve torn apart the laughter To let you go trembling after But I guess you didn’t know I didn’t want you to go And thought you went silently You didn’t even think of me If that’s... - [Story: The Verdant Palms of August](https://literaryyard.com/2013/08/23/story-the-verdant-palms-of-august/): By: Brian Michael Barbeito   The stucco walls there, always in the day, and shining from sun that goes to visit. Jacob could hear the ocean gathering strength, at first almost silently, but it was a force that would grow... - [Story: Iwo Jima](https://literaryyard.com/2013/08/23/story-iwo-jima/): By David Hariman He’d promised Jack Borger’s widow he’d “stop by some day” to pay his respects. At the time, he never could have foreseen that a flight of steps would make that a physical impossibility. Gordon Zane looked across... - [Story: Sisters](https://literaryyard.com/2013/08/23/story-sisters/): By: David Hariman Her makeup was garishly overdone. There was too much eye shadow, eyeliner and mascara. Her lips glared in fire-engine red lip gloss. Her fingers were tipped in acrylic French nails. Her hair, well, her hair was to... - [Story: The Deep Blue Goodbye](https://literaryyard.com/2013/08/21/story-the-deep-blue-goodbye/): By: JP Miller Jack leaned carefully back in the white plastic chair, testing its strength. The dried, sun-bleached seat was thin and chipped, springy and withered. It cracked and moaned with his weight. He kicked off his sandals, leaned backwards,... - [Literature: Compromise and Commitment](https://literaryyard.com/2013/08/20/literature-compromise-and-commitment/): By Gaither Stewart “Just as over the portal of the antique world there was written the Delphic maxim, ‘Know thyself’, just so over the portal of the new world, ‘Be thyself’ shall be written.” [Oscar Wilde, The Soul of Man... - [Review: A terrible beauty is born](https://literaryyard.com/2013/08/19/review-a-terrible-beauty-is-born/): [A review of I Call Myself Earth Girl, A novel by Jan Krause Green] By William T. Hathaway She’s 46. She just found out she’s three months pregnant. Her husband has been away, and she hasn’t had sex in six... - [Story: The Courier](https://literaryyard.com/2013/08/19/story-the-courier/): By David Hariman It was uncomfortably hot in Sierra Leone this time of year; the cooling, sometimes torrential, rains wouldn’t come for four months. The taxi jolted, hitting yet another pothole. The lone passenger in the front seat, unfazed by... - [The Top 15 Richest Authors Of 2013](https://literaryyard.com/2013/08/16/the-top-15-richest-authors-of-2013/): Unless one gets published, there are pains – a whole of lot of them. But once the first hurdles are behind, the race onto reaching the best of you, getting more name and amassing more wealth begins. Many literary artists... - [Poem: Like the Village](https://literaryyard.com/2013/08/15/poem-like-the-village/): By: Taslima Nasrin Translated by: Kousik Adhikari You look like that village On whose sky no sun rises, Only scarecrow clouds gather, Even the moon hides It’s burned face, Trees naked like old pros- No flower blossoms anywhere, In the advent... - [Poem: With an Invaluable Jewel Near](https://literaryyard.com/2013/08/15/poem-with-an-invaluable-jewel-near/): By: Binoy Mazumdar  Translated by:  Kousik Adhikari Like walking With an invaluable jewel near A tension makes me pained always, I hear different flowers are there, But bathing in ocean of a person Having cuts, fear shadows my mind, Thinking where... - ['A Cool Dark Place' a debut novel by Supriya Dravid](https://literaryyard.com/2013/08/15/a-cool-dark-place-a-debut-novel-by-supriya-dravid/): The loss of someone dear does not mean that you’ve lost everything. There might be something hidden in the past. The present problems in the family must an outcome of the issues in the past. Here is a novel “A... - [Story: Moon and the China Cottage](https://literaryyard.com/2013/08/14/story-moon-and-the-china-cottage/): By: Brian Michael Barbeito The China Cottage was not a cottage. It was a restaurant on the one lane highway nobody really patronized save for the odd travelling soul. Moon was not the moon as in the one that sits in... - [Jhumpa Lahiri's The Lowland set for launch this September](https://literaryyard.com/2013/08/14/jhumpa-lahiris-the-lowland-set-for-launch-this-september/): Jhumpa Lahiri is back with the next fictional work. Her new novel ‘The Lowland’ is set for launch in September and is getting pre-orders on popular online book stores such as Flipkart.com and Homeshop18.com, etc. The Lowland sets the tragic... - [Language Endangerment and India: A Critical Study](https://literaryyard.com/2013/08/13/language-endangerment-and-india-a-critical-study/): By: Kousik Adhikari Imagine that you are the last speaker of your language! Every other person who ever spoke your language has passed away. You have no one to talk in your own mother tongue; your children never learned your language and... - [Indian Lit: The Unnamed Genre](https://literaryyard.com/2013/08/13/indian-lit-the-unnamed-genre/): By: Sai Diwan PART ONE Curtain. The colonizer has bowed out, and India remains the last man standing. The spectators gather their coats, and cheer their appreciation of the long struggle for independence one last time. And yet, Indian remains... - [Story: Void](https://literaryyard.com/2013/08/12/story-void/): By Jennifer Hutchison Nancy lowered her head over the toilet bowl, forced herself to throw up again. She couldn’t stay in the bathroom much longer. Bubble Guppies would soon be over. The rest of the cookies, chips, crackers, and granola... - [The Tragedy of Power In Sophocles’ Antigone](https://literaryyard.com/2013/08/11/the-tragedy-of-power-in-sophocles-antigone/): MAN AND LAWS OF THE LAND  By: Gaither Stewart Antigone’s travail begins when she learns she was born of the incestuous union of Oedipus, the former king of Thebes, and his own mother, Jocasta. After the blindness of her father-brother, Antigone... - [Poem: destroying the sky](https://literaryyard.com/2013/08/10/poem-destroying-the-sky/): By: Linda M. Crate when there’s thunder there’s lightening and always a surplus of rain colder than moon silver to kiss me with the stain of his melancholy or rage; wiping smiles so easily away as if they were constructed by... - [Poem: loss](https://literaryyard.com/2013/08/10/poem-loss/):   By: Linda M. Crate   maybe it’s your loss but it feels like mine all i know is we are meant to be together intuition, i guess; as the grass knows to grow and dew knows to fall birds to... - [The Zigzag Way, a magical novel, is back with watercolour cover](https://literaryyard.com/2013/08/10/the-zigzag-way-a-magical-novel-is-back-with-watercolour-cover/): Anita Desai is one of the leading literary fiction artists in India today. Her novels have made a couple of time to the Booker shortlist, though she never won one. Recently her novel ‘The Zigzag Way’ launched in 2004 got... - [Self-word: 2nd Edition for “The Tales of the Storm”](https://literaryyard.com/2013/08/09/self-word-2nd-edition-for-the-tales-of-the-storm/): By: Francis Allenby The first edition of TALES OF THE STORM has gone almost unnoticed. Let us just say that, due to some strict editorial policies, the e-book was published as the publisher wanted it, not taking into account the suggestions... - [Non-fiction: Remembering Uncle J.P.](https://literaryyard.com/2013/08/08/non-fiction-remembering-uncle-j-p/): By: Raymond Greiner I lived in Vienna West Virginia until age 11, we then moved to Marion, Ohio where I entered the 6th grade, in 1951. We all have memories of our early years as we awakened to the world,... - [Non-fiction: Dear Professors](https://literaryyard.com/2013/08/08/non-fiction-dear-professors/): By: Damon Ferrell Marbut You could have told me anything about relationships when I was in graduate school, anything about how they function or operate, and I generally would not have listened. Love? I was all in because I saw it... - [Story: Avenue Kleber](https://literaryyard.com/2013/08/07/story-avenue-kleber/): By: Brian Vowels   Marie hopped off the Metro at the Kléber station because she decided her remaining precious days in Paris shouldn’t be spent riding in an underground train nor in a taxi nor in a hotel lobby for that... - [Poem: Hostages](https://literaryyard.com/2013/12/16/poem-hostages/): By: Claire Scott We hold our dead hostage Squeezing every memory Every story every feeling As though they were oranges With eternal juice Keeping faded photos Old diaries– ways to keep Them more alive than dead Keep them hovering Listening to... - [Poem: Cancellation](https://literaryyard.com/2013/12/16/poem-cancellation/): By: Claire Scott The past cancels the present Closing doors and windows With clicks and slams Circling and circling In a closed space The continuous curve Of a mobius strip The past sucking possibility Eating our present minute by minute Hour... - [Poem: PARENTHESES](https://literaryyard.com/2013/12/16/poem-parentheses/): By: Claire Scott I live inside parentheses My home since I was six At night I gently lift one Or the other and slip out Tentative, tactful Not upsetting syntax Not capsizing capital letters Or kicking commas To the foot of... - [Poem: GOD STOPPED BY](https://literaryyard.com/2013/12/16/poem-god-stopped-by/): By: Claire Scott the other day wearinga heavy overcoattall rubber bootsa plaid scarf wrappinghis heavenly neckcoughing, his voice nasal fromscotch and cigaretteslooking slightly stoutlooking slightly bentstubble on his divine cheeksoccasional nose picking a bit grouchy, complaints ofstuck bowels, arthritic knees he... - [Story: Highways](https://literaryyard.com/2013/12/14/story-highways/): By: Brian Barbeito He pulled up to the place where they once sat together. That was the place on the outskirts of the suburbs, where the highway stretched south towards the major city and all that it entailed. To the... - [Story: The Asthmatic](https://literaryyard.com/2013/12/10/story-the-asthmatic/): By: Brian Michael Barberton He was almost six feet tall and didn’t know what to do with his height or anything much at all for that matter. It was early in September, and we had not played our first game.... - [Story: Intersections](https://literaryyard.com/2013/12/10/story-intersections/): By: Brian Michael Barbeito There is a place I saw by 16th side road and Don Mills Avenue. I was headed north and away from cities. It was to the left, a small strip plaza new and unencumbered by the... - [From Dropout Doper to Award-Winning Novelist](https://literaryyard.com/2013/12/09/from-dropout-doper-to-award-winning-novelist/): By: William T. Hathaway At the age of 15 I decided I was going to be a writer. I loved books, and writing them seemed to be the greatest thing in the world to do. Now after eight books it... - [Story: The Miracle Of the Shoe Laces](https://literaryyard.com/2013/12/07/story-the-miracle-of-the-shoe-laces/): By: Gaither Stewart  Directly across the road from my store, Andrey is sitting on the wall that overlooks the long green valley. In this moment, his eyes are fixed on a bizarre figure in blooming pants and an over-sized wind... - [Poem: Forlorn Son](https://literaryyard.com/2013/12/06/poem-forlorn-son/): Did he mourn the demise of his old mother who‘d walked into the sunset forever? Did he confront the flashbacks of unforgettable moments which billowed from the smoky ashes? Was he dying for the golden moments he had once lived because... - [Story: The Flying Flies](https://literaryyard.com/2013/12/05/story-the-flying-flies/): By: Michael C. Keith No good deed goes unpunished. –– Claire Boothe Luce At an early age, Abdul Karim noticed he could transfer the bothersome floaters that cluttered his vision to another person. It was a great relief to him... - [Poem: A Dullard down the Way](https://literaryyard.com/2013/12/05/poem-a-dullard-down-the-way/): By: Sonali Raj He will go out on his bicycle when no one rides bicycles except dressed in fluorescent; He will go in everyday clothes, take the dullest road, by the ruins idle boys play cricket in, by the city drains,... - [Poem: barren](https://literaryyard.com/2013/12/05/poem-barren/):   By: Sonali Raj don’t say i used your body …….say liquor women whisky …….husk women liquor city musk, your eyes …….lie about where you’ve been - [If I was a Talking Animal in a Story](https://literaryyard.com/2013/12/05/if-i-was-a-talking-animal-in-a-story/): By: Michael Andreoni I wouldn’t be good. For you. It might begin with a sense of uneasiness as to why I’m there. A suspicion that my character conceals something or someone you wouldn’t like if I were said plainly. But my... - [Story: An Urban Diary](https://literaryyard.com/2013/12/03/story-an-urban-diary/): By: Raymond Greiner I awaken to the hydraulic whine of a trash truck. Nearby a massive waste incinerator emits a polluting stench mixing with the incessant rumble of traffic. Detroit, once a grand city is in steep decline with eroding... - [Story: The Wooden Engine](https://literaryyard.com/2013/12/02/story-the-wooden-engine/): By: Siddhartha Choudhury The boy was about three years old, and his large round eyes grew vibrant with delight upon seeing the wooden train engine. He tugged at his mother’s hand and said, ‘I want that engine.’ The mother of the... - [The Iliad and Paradise Lost: A symbiotic relationship](https://literaryyard.com/2013/11/30/the-iliad-and-paradise-lost-a-symbiotic-relationship/): By: Sai Diwan The tenacity of the conjunction of Good and Evil has lured many writers to explore this tie. The many implications of this conflict ensure the novelty of each representation, though the genesis of each is the same idea.... - [The Partition Literature and Popati Hiranandani’s Writing on Partition.](https://literaryyard.com/2013/11/29/the-partition-literature-and-popati-hiranandanis-writing-on-partition/): By: Kousik Adhikari In 1947, India got freedom from the British raj after some two hundred years of foreign yoke and consequently partition. Partition is such a major event that it can be described as the watershed in not only India’s... - [Poem: The Pastor](https://literaryyard.com/2013/11/28/poem-the-pastor/): By: Harrison Maxwell Peter Haines The Pastor’s hand slipped through the holy water nimbly, like the babbling tide of blood filled oceans. Baptised in autumn he stands in the rain, droplets sketch his lips and drown his dark green irises.... - [Story: JFK--Remembering That November Day](https://literaryyard.com/2013/11/28/story-jfk-remembering-that-november-day/): By William Norris  The lunchroom buzzed in anticipation of Thanksgiving. Don was first, his role to stake out our table. His eyes framed Karen Palou. She’d saunter by, wearing a tight gray dress; her mere scent brushing our appetite to the floor. Some... - [Poem: A Song Of Love Beyond](https://literaryyard.com/2013/11/26/poem-a-song-of-love-beyond/): By:  Deeya Bhattacharya Far-flung bell-beat of wings Flapping against the orange sky In the sun-kissed beach of Any sea-side city- Reminds me of a firm and desolate Tie with myself My mind and soul vie Contrary to each other- The sparkling... - [Review: Four Elemental Bodies by Claude Royet-Journoud](https://literaryyard.com/2013/11/25/review-four-elemental-bodies-by-claude-royet-journoud/): By: Thomas Sanfilip These days literary theory often plays a more significant role in culture than creative works themselves. In the case of poetry, even a cursory exposure to theory can manage to work an often insidious influence on the... - [The Big Fix](https://literaryyard.com/2013/11/24/the-big-fix/): By: G. D. McFetridge “The New York Times bestseller list is the most prestigious and important banner in publishing. However, it includes only a small fraction of total book sales nationwide.” I gleaned this quote from a writers magazine. But what... - [Story: Nightmares](https://literaryyard.com/2013/11/23/story-nightmares/): By: JP Miller Looking down at the smallness of the world from atop a mountain will put time and distance in perspective. Iraq was a world away. And, in the light and color of the hills, the sky really put... - [Story: Transformation](https://literaryyard.com/2013/11/22/story-transformation/): By: Raymond Greiner Chicago’s government housing project was built in the mid sixties. Aging has taken its toll, diminishing original intent of quality housing for those economically oppressed. Only one elevator is in working order and used infrequently from fear... - [Poem: Opposite of Life](https://literaryyard.com/2013/11/21/poem-opposite-of-life/): By: Amanda Trujillo I will listen to you grind your teeth; your impatience growing much like trees, slow, steady until their branches reach to the heaven above – cool breezes, on a particular rainy day, my soul you’ll take. Snow melting,... - [Poem: Untitled](https://literaryyard.com/2013/11/21/poem-untitled/): By: Amanda Trujillo Exhaustion besieges my eyelids, first the drought officers settle into the wedges of my eye sockets. ….…The less-than ….…spaces, ….…that embrace my nasal bones. Close behind, is the cargo deputy with an ample load for my eyelids.... - [Odysseus and Return](https://literaryyard.com/2013/11/20/odysseus-and-return/): By: JD DeHart The genius that might have been Homer knew some truths about humanity. One of the primary ideas echoed in the sometimes verbal and sometimes written bard’s work is that people want others to remember them. The Iliad focuses... - [Story: Car wash](https://literaryyard.com/2013/11/19/story-car-wash/): By: Jonathan TAN Ghee Tiong “The heat had beaten the senses out of everyone,” Ashad’s manager said after the brawl. Ashad could have knocked the man over with his knuckles. Or he could just walk away and rise above it all,... - [From Cheerleader to Enemy of the State](https://literaryyard.com/2013/11/17/from-cheerleader-to-enemy-of-the-state/): By:  William T. Hathaway From the Book RADICAL PEACE: People Refusing War The long, flouncy curls from Judy Davis’s cheerleader days are gone. Her straight blonde hair is now cut short. Large blue eyes stand out in a face pale... - [Poem: The Storytellers of the Sagging Steps](https://literaryyard.com/2013/11/17/poem-the-storytellers-of-the-sagging-steps/): By: LeeEl Yehezkel An old house, a bad paint job, and three old men in the doorway to match; George, Joseph, and Eli. Around them, a children’s soccer game is in motion, and their joking threats escape into the air.... - [Poem: Life of a Rose](https://literaryyard.com/2013/11/17/poem-life-of-a-rose/): By: Shagnik Saha I can’t see, fragile sepals shroud me, Wisps of the sun I glimpse, I hear the tumult, distant melody, Unlike the calm inside, suffocating insanity, There is so much to do, So much to be, All, If I’ll... - [Poem: Faces](https://literaryyard.com/2013/11/16/poem-faces-2/): By: Natana Vasuki Faces! Faces! Pervasive in the world Feed my sight every day Gentle like frolicking lambs Invite attention with their sweet innocence Ferocious like majestic tigers Ready to threaten with their powerful symmetry Jaunty, amiable and ebullient Serve... - [Ethnographic Surrealism: Authorship and Initiation in the Works of Alejo Carpentier and Lydia Cabrera](https://literaryyard.com/2013/11/15/ethnographic-surrealism-authorship-and-initiation-in-the-works-of-alejo-carpentier-and-lydia-cabrera/): By: JT Torres Oral traditions, especially those complicated by diaspora, typically retain shared levels of discourse by syncretizing the subjugated with the predominant aesthetics. By adopting methods popular with the oppressors, the oppressed preserve the forms and conventions necessary to... - [Poem: Peaceful Repose](https://literaryyard.com/2013/11/13/poem-peaceful-repose/): By: James G. Piatt There are images within my weary mind, Like the tide rising from the cobalt deep, Illuminating tenacious absurdities that I find, Stirring in deep nomadic longings, as I sleep. …..How do I gain an entrée to a... - [Poem: He is...](https://literaryyard.com/2013/11/13/poem-he-is/): By: James G. Piatt He is a divided self, Divergent egos with flights Into memories without maps, Detached, intoxicated with his Own importance: He is at war with himself, In a metaphysical battle Against unfathomable enigmas, He exists between reality and... - [Poem: I Marvel About Life](https://literaryyard.com/2013/11/13/poem-i-marvel-about-life/): By: James G. Piatt I devour the rocks that lie Beneath my wandering feet,The bushes with red flowersThat line the hungry brook,Then I digest nouns, verbs andPrepositions that paint the Landscape with edible poems. I listen to the grumbling earth, the... - [A Girl That Loves, Loves, Loves](https://literaryyard.com/2013/11/12/a-girl-that-loves-loves-loves/): By: Linda M. Crate Music moves me. I think it moves all of us. There’s just something in the poetry of words sung out loud to the chorus of a beat or melody that dances emotions to life in the... - [Story: An Earth Story](https://literaryyard.com/2013/11/12/story-an-earth-story/): By: Raymond Greiner My name is Caleb. I am 16 years old and documenting my life thus far. I have no parents or siblings. I was scientifically created and live in a barracks facility among 100 males my age with... - [Poem: Near Cleopatra’s Door](https://literaryyard.com/2013/11/11/poem-near-cleopatras-door/): By: Kousik Adhikari For the last few days rain shut me indoor, Lying on my ancestral bed that shrieks with every Splash of body I see the rain’s youth dancing On roofs, leaves, street’s black face, Water hissing, galloping the streets,... - [Poem: Simple](https://literaryyard.com/2013/11/11/poem-simple/): By: Kousik Adhikari Simply you have to mount a taxi That knows the history and geography of roads And fall on Southern Avenue, You will not fall. May I promise? Simply you have to tap the door That gets rusted waiting... - [The Nation as Mother in Bankimchandra’s ‘Anandamath’: A Critical Study](https://literaryyard.com/2013/11/11/the-nation-as-mother-in-bankimchandras-anandamath-a-critical-study/): By: Kousik Adhikari Bankim Chandra Chatterjee (1838-1894) has been undoubtedly and truly the finest product of the 19th century literary renaissance and the pioneer of the novel form in Bengal as the then capital of British ruled India. His first... - [Poem: The World Series in October](https://literaryyard.com/2013/11/10/poem-the-world-series-in-october/): By: Danny P. Barbare Sitting in the lounge chair by the fire place watching the World Series on a cold October night eating a pumpkin cookie and sipping on sweet apple cider. - [Poem: A House Chore](https://literaryyard.com/2013/11/10/poem-a-house-chore/): By: Danny P. Barbare Cleaning the bathroom it’s not a flowery chore so womanly or pretty just ask the shiny tile once covered with mildew or the polished fixtures once covered with scum. - [Poem: Haven't put it down](https://literaryyard.com/2013/11/09/poem-havent-put-it-down/): By: Kuzhoor Wilson Translated by : Anitha Varma The forgotten umbrella Fretted Did he get wet? Cry because it was missing? Would his mother have given him a beating? Benches and desks Are cozing The board still retains The day’s remnants Night... - [Story: Old Rum Bottles](https://literaryyard.com/2013/11/09/story-old-rum-bottles/):  By: Narasimha Sharma Veturi I opened my eyes to the frantic chaos of porters pushing my fellow passengers to come in and be the first to carry the luggage of the seemingly rich people. I was reasonably hungry and as I... - [Amazon releases Best Books of 2013 List](https://literaryyard.com/2013/11/08/amazon-releases-best-books-of-2013-list/): I’m sure you are interested in knowing the best books for 2013. So Amazon.com announced its selections for the Best Books of 2013. The annual feature includes the editors’ picks for the Top 100 Books of the Year as well... - [Poem: The Best Kind of Travel](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/31/poem-the-best-kind-of-travel/): By: Divya Rosaline I do not have the money to travel But I have traveled far and wide I’ve traveled the songs of dark – eyed women With strange men by their side And I have traveled my country’s pain That... - [Poem: Maudling](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/31/poem-maudling/): By: Divya Rosaline My past is fractured with memories of you Some injuries, they say, don’t heal. And while I’m one for pragmatisms I’m entangled in those Minutes Seconds Hours and Days When our orbits used to be the same. Not... - [Today, I will write](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/31/today-i-will-write/): By: Divya Rosaline Today, I will write. For myself. My words won’t weave themselves around people’s expectations of it. They won’t skirt around vulgarity and offense. They won’t refrain for the sake of opinions and criticism and judgment. They will breathe... - [The Romantic Sublime: What Wordsworth Said](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/30/the-romantic-sublime-what-wordsworth-said/): By: Sai Diwan ‘Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquillity.’ William Wordsworth (Lyrical Ballads) While it is these words that have made it into anthologies of Romantic poetry, it is... - [Amazon Publishing launches Day One--A Literary Journal](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/30/amazon-publishing-launches-day-one-a-literary-journal/): Dear Friends, You would be glad to know that Amazon Publishing has also jumped in the fray with its own Literary Journal–DAY ONE. I’ve received a press release from the company and so have posted for your convenience. You can... - [Story: The Grinding stone](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/30/story-the-grinding-stone/): By: Maya Unnikrishnan She waited for him. He was coming home after 25 years. She has changed, not the woman he brought home .She had that unsure gait in his presence, as though wanting to be there yet uncertain. He... - [Story: Owl in the Water Pit](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/28/story-owl-in-the-water-pit/): By: Gaither Stewart Martin was one of those persons to whom unusual things often happen. It was unclear whether he attracted the odd events or if the events attracted him. What is more, Martin implicated others in the things happening... - [Prose Poetry to Beat Writer’s Block](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/26/prose-poetry-to-beat-writers-block/): By: Shloka Shankar   Have you ever succumbed to writer’s block? Do the blinking cursor and that blank page on your monitor get the better of you? Have you ever felt the urge to write something, anything at all, to break... - [Oct. 31 Deadline Nears for 2014 Tucson Fest of Books Literary Awards](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/26/oct-31-deadline-nears-for-2014-tucson-fest-of-books-literary-awards/): The deadline for submitting fiction, nonfiction and poetry entries in the second annual Tucson Festival of Books Literary Awards is 5 p.m. Thursday, Oct. 31. First-place winners in each category will receive $1,000, second-place winners $500 and third-place winners $250.... - [Poetry and High Sensitivity](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/23/poetry-and-high-sensitivity/): By: Shailendra Chauhan Pearl S. Buck, (1892-1973), recipient of the Pulitzer Prize in 1932 and of the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1938, said the following about Highly Sensitive People: “The truly creative mind in any field is no more than... - [2 million copies of The Shiva Trilogy sold](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/23/2-million-copies-of-the-shiva-trilogy-sold/): The Shiva Trilogy, written by Amish, is a fictional tale of a Tibetan tribal called Shiva, whose adventures nearly 4000 years ago, morphed into the mythical legends of the Hindu God Shiva. The Shiva Trilogy (The Immortals of Meluha, The... - [Poem: midnight errands](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/22/poem-midnight-errands/): By: – Linda M. Crate always some errand to do something left forgotten spilling into the happiness of autumn, interrupting the peace; wish i had a broom like you could just zoom off and fly to mend any error with a... - [Poem: let me bee](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/22/poem-let-me-bee/): By: Linda M. Crate oh, let me bee, i would like to roam free through the skies pollinating flowers with the butterflies – you are sweet with your hair of goldenrod and eyes so blue, but i‘m sorry i tire... - [Poem: the brightest sunlit pool](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/22/poem-the-brightest-sunlit-pool/): By: Linda M. Crate  i‘m just the girl that can’t let go holding onto things long since rotted trying to wish friendships back to life, but once people forget they don’t like to remember or so it seems; i always seem to... - [Poem: not your song](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/22/poem-not-your-song/): By: Linda M. Crate  the sun looks at me lovingly peeping from beneath white clouds, and a bright blue sky pushing me to move on and some days i don’t think of you anymore; but on days like today you‘ve carved... - [Story: Kurri Thatha](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/21/story-kurri-thatha/): By: Maya Unnikrishnan His face was crisscrossed with lines, deep lines that formed seams across. His shirt hung loose on his thin bony frame, He had a crop of white hair which contrasted with his skin weather beaten and darkened by... - [Story: One For The Road](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/21/story-one-for-the-road/): By: Akash Vikas Rumade It was evening of Dusserah. The moon shone brightly in the dark blue skies although the grey clouds were trying hard to conceal it. On such a wintry night Arnab parked his bike at the pool... - [Story: Moderate Merlot](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/19/story-moderate-merlot/): By: Ross Durrence She always made full use of the full-length mirror in her apartment. Before she ever left the house she would take much more than a cursory glance at her appearance, surveying her form from head to toe. She... - [Story: June-bug](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/19/story-june-bug/): By: JP Miller Jacob sat at the porch table, lunching on a tomato sandwich, and stared through the rusty screen door at June-bug. Carefully, tenderly, June-bug whipped the axe through the air and divided a log of oak into two... - [Even Writers Need A Fix](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/18/even-writers-need-a-fix/): By: Richard D. Hartwell   My Morning Journal opening entry seems to capture an element of my fixation as a writer. Is there really a compulsion to write? For some there must be, but I think my own compulsion is now... - [Story: What a Trip!](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/18/story-what-a-trip/): By: Richard D. Hartwell You could say that the trip decided itself. In the car, on the way to Adalanto, neither of them can agree who had brought up the idea first, let alone how it was finalized. But by six-thirty... - [Poem: Two Extremes](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/17/poem-two-extremes/): By: Chandra Shekhar Dubey I stretch like an endless desert You flow like a perennial river I have nothing to hide, nothing to give you have in your sleeve a store of a giver. In your eyes there is confluence... - [Kobo introduces eReader in India](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/17/kobo-introduces-ereader-in-india/): Kobo and Indian booksellers Crossword, WHSmith and electronics retailer Croma, have announced the arrival of Kobo’s digital reading platform in India. Starting today, Kobo will be available in retail locations across India through its partnerships with Crossword, WHSmith and Croma.... - [Poem: A Disturbance](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/16/poem-a-disturbance/): By: Dr. James G. Piatt The burnt Willow trees On the smoldering edge Of the lazy torpid brook, Bend to the wind like a Nervous, anxious crowd Waiting for the night train, I watch in silence, feeling a Disturbance in the... - [Poem: Only a Memory](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/16/poem-only-a-memory/): By: Dr. James G. Piatt In the room Where the broken Vase exists Dead roses weep In sorrow, Darkness Covers the Rumpled bed, Splintered glass The diary… unfinished, Too late… Lost in Shadows, A window Broken by False promises Of love... - [Poem: Where are the years?](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/16/poem-where-are-the-years/): By: Dr. James G. Piatt I smelled of Birch leaves, a Flowing brook, small pebbles and Youth. My heart was composed of Summer flowers, bumble bees, and The scent of timelessness, my mind Contained colorful ancient rhythms, New poems, and thoughts... - [Story: Autumn](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/16/story-autumn/): By: Ketaki   She sat down and flicked her hair. There was no need to talk she had said. Everything is spontaneous. No words from the either of us, but the silence not awkward. Thoughts that were obvious conveyed through the... - [Story: Visiting Uncle Charlie](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/15/story-visiting-uncle-charlie/): By: Trevor Conway    “DNA is a large organic molecule composed of a series of sub-units called nucleotides.” Nucleotides. Nucleotides. “Each nucleotide consists of a phosphate group–” Phosphate group. “…a five-carbon sugar, deoxyribose–” Deoxyribose, a five-carbon sugar. “…and one of four... - [Chasing doors; the gypsy mover](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/14/chasing-doors-the-gypsy-mover/): By: Kris Price Shall I start with the first door or begin with the last door? Should I tell you about the Pot-head Veteran or the ex-drug seller? Maybe I should start with the eighteen year old body builder? Perhaps I... - [Poem: The Secrets of Window](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/14/poem-the-secrets-of-window/): By: Kousik Adhikari I look at your face, Silly face! Any river leaving Its dust ridden track in magic spell? You stood looking, The window is beautiful, I know. Remind me when the winter comes, Tell me when the streets... - [Poem: The Owl Speaks](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/13/poem-the-owl-speaks/): By: Kris Price The owl speaks too: Raggedy, obese, dirty old slobs, Mortality is a weightless spoon and Education is a basket full of flowery looks. Religion is a meticulous tune and Critical Thinking is hidden away in nooks. The... - [Poem: Labyrinth Moon](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/13/poem-labyrinth-moon/): By: Kris Price The day’s bone gnawed through the blue winter frost that surrounded the bum on the street corner. He flicked his silver lighter to make a small fire in the barrel that was in front of him. The... - [Poem: Top Hat](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/13/poem-top-hat/): By: Kris Price I sip my pilsner looking up at the glistening golden cockatoo and parrot. Stoic just like my beer on the tattered oak. How did they come up with the name Top Hat? The rings now evaporated under my... - [Where the Wild Things are in King’s The Mist and The Raft](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/13/where-the-wild-things-are-in-kings-the-mist-and-the-raft/): By: Dr Jessica Folio In Maurice Sendak’s Where the Wild Things are, young Max’s bedroom is transformed by the power of the protagonist’s imagination into an extraordinary setting including a forest and an island where he encounters malicious beasts called the... - [Poem: Peppermint Starlight](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/11/poem-peppermint-starlight/): By: Hana Khalyleh I know a place of pepper moon Where sunlight streams through cotton clouds Where snow flakes dance upon your nose And trees sing shades of green so proud I know a place where lightning tickles And thunder’s... - [Poem: How Far Does a Child Stretch?](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/11/poem-how-far-does-a-child-stretch/): By: Hana Khalyleh How Far Does a Child Stretch? A horrible question, I know, but isn’t that what aging is? Rising more paper thin after every scraped knee and memory scabbed over, Yet taller and taller after each step? We measure... - [Alice Munro honored with Nobel prize in literature](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/10/alice-munro-honored-with-nobel-prize-in-literature/): Canadian short story writer, Alice Munro won the Nobel Prize in literature for the year 2013. This honor came at the age of 82 when she had announced her retirement earlier this year. Munro is the second Canadian writer to be... - [Poem: Goodbye](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/10/poem-goodbye/): By: Monika Nair Dark and dense as the color in my veins, The ink laughed hard, about to run through the paper white, Beginning to start an end, I mused over what to write. A few words won’t be enough for... - [Poem: The Illusion](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/10/poem-the-illusion/): By: Monika Nair At two distant places…there’s a transparent me and a translucent you. As we walk together, our shadows follow us. I watch them play little games…watch them merge and then, diverge. I flap my fevered eyelids and gape at... - [Literary fiction makes you empathetic, a study finds](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/09/literary-fiction-makes-you-empathetic-a-study-finds/): It’s proven now that reading a literary fiction makes us better, since a literary book helps us understand others better. A study has found this. Following the Guardian news which says that Psychologists David Comer Kidd and Emanuele Castano, of... - [WELLSPRINGS: A Fable of Consciousness](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/08/wellsprings-a-fable-of-consciousness/): (Selections from the Novel by William T. Hathaway) The story in brief: In 2026 the earth’s ecosystem has broken down under human abuse. Water supplies are shrinking. Rain is rare, and North America is gripped in the Great Drought with crops... - [Poem: SSC-10th](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/08/poem-ssc-10th/): By: Sushmita Kaneri 10th has such a length, I wonder when it starts and end. In the initial days all are so ‘bindass’ freak, But later the UNIT TEST arises and we become weak! UNIT TEST ends and it is a... - [Love story in verse](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/08/love-story-in-verse/):   By: Rupal Rathore (1) I’ve just started my story , Not knowing how it’ll end Without a jury To criticize its bend(s). (2) Let’s picture a scene Of a classroom with people, young Forty or so, aged seventeen Noise, squeals,... - [Story: She](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/07/story-she/): By: Shruti Sawant She was being careful. She remembered what Mummy said, ”Stick to the footpaths. The Cars might kill you.” She followed the line of tiles on the pavement. The bite of the Sunlight pleased her. Gracy Miss said that... - [Poem: Voiceless Desires](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/07/poem-voiceless-desires/): By: Somrita Urni Ganguly He sat next to her, a wall, Unmoving. Unmoved? No, no, she convinced herself – A wall is not necessarily an obstacle; A wall is also about rootedness, about support. There is hope for her still.... - [Story: They want me to dress well](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/06/story-they-want-me-to-dress-well/): By: Ashish daslaxman   As it is said in the Bhagavad Gita “This body is made up of gross elements, do not lament for its loss, like one changes his garments and puts on new ones, the soul changes bodies.” My... - [Story: Manana, Maria](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/05/story-manana-maria/):   By JP Miller I’m sitting—no, reclining—in an oversized hospital chair at Ft. Kessler, Biloxi, Mississippi and dangling my legs over the thing, trying to get the energy to attempt a walk again. My right leg doesn’t want to work.... - [Poem: Silent Conversations](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/05/poem-silent-conversations/): By: Jina Joan Dcruz I breathe Into the fire of a thousand tears They are the silenced You walk Through the debris of dreams We are the silencers We dance By the valley of death Where the silence screams Of unspeakable... - [Story: A man of principle](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/04/story-a-man-of-principle/): By: Yogesh Upadhyaya The left side of his forehead throbbed with pain. He was alternately yawning and belching. Belches that brought a sour taste in his mouth. It was only four in the afternoon and surely they were only a... - [Poem: Behind that Smile](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/03/poem-behind-that-smile/): By: Deva Shore I hear his voice, this priest who speaks of you,Strong, controlled, all eyes are riveted to him,He gives your eulogy, an acclamation of your lifeAs he understands it.He boasts your beautiful smile,And of that he speaks the truth.... - [Commonwealth Story and Playwriting competition open](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/02/commonwealth-story-and-playwriting-competition-open/): Commonwealth Writers has announced its short story competition and International Radio Play Writing competition. First: The 2014 Commonwealth Short Story Prize was launched at Marlborough House in London last night, inviting writers across the Commonwealth to submit entries for the... - [Poem: After Your Speech](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/02/poem-after-your-speech/): By: Kousik Adhikari After your speech I shall laugh I have taken this inevitable oath. To remain silent, Extreme, impossible, cruel, The annoyed eyes of the fish Starves the whole night for moon, When gentle breeze blows It sleeps aside at... - [Poem: The Poisoned Words](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/02/poem-the-poisoned-words/): By: Kousik Adhikari The poisoned words of my heart, Play like my foster children, Till without memory, just sprouted teeth, They always seeks a true cover After escaping easy childhood… youth, I notice their rustling youth With bitter eyes, Now the... - [Story: Voss and Alienation](https://literaryyard.com/2014/02/15/voss-and-alienation/): By: Konika Mukherjee “In every country of the world, there are climbers, “the ones who forget who they are” and in contrast to them “the ones who remember where they came from” Franz Fanon (On Colour and Prejudice, Black Skin,... - [Poem: Passing](https://literaryyard.com/2014/02/13/poem-passing/): By: Ken Eberhart Somewhere, there’s a number sitting in a bank. Whether or not the money is actually there, I don’t know. It is just a couple of hundred bucks of Monopoly money that may or may not have been placed... - [Poem: Oregon October](https://literaryyard.com/2014/02/13/poem-oregon-october/): By: Ken Eberhart There is a concrete arch bridge on the 101. Beneath that arch, salmon boats venture out to sea, and ride twenty foot swells for five hours. Tourists pay ninety-five dollars apiece to sail the same ocean that Nicholson... - [Poem: The Eleventh Elegy Of Rainer Maria Rilke](https://literaryyard.com/2014/02/13/poem-the-eleventh-elegy-of-rainer-maria-rilke/): By: Ken Eberhart In his notebook, he wrote a single word, heard spoken in the wind along the cliffs. From the organic treasure of the trees, he crushed peaches in the palm of his hand. The pit was sweet to taste,... - [Poem: Convection Oven Romance](https://literaryyard.com/2014/02/12/poem-convection-oven-romance/): By: R. Gerry Fabian Take that microwave kiss with its speed; its get-it=done; its rapid-shot-attitude – away! Take that microwave lust with its frozen one moment – hot the next; its premature fire; its commercial gloss – away! Give me a... - [Poem: Star Flash Sonnet](https://literaryyard.com/2014/02/12/poem-star-flash-sonnet/): By: R. Gerry Fabian I watch the one star that carries your name. It haunts me still though time is an ally. Still I know that I am not without blame And you are one not to easily cry. Not... - [Haiku: Winter Rain; The Wind](https://literaryyard.com/2014/02/11/haiku-winter-rain-the-wind/): By: Ali Znaidi 1. Nimble winter rain reconfiguring the soil. —A Photoshop craft. *** 2. The wind shakes the tress. The leaves become trapezes for the scared silkworms. #### Ali Znaidi (b.1977) lives in Redeyef, Tunisia where he teaches English. His... - [Author simplifies Hindi spiritual wisdom to offer daily peace](https://literaryyard.com/2014/02/11/author-simplifies-hindi-spiritual-wisdom-to-offer-daily-peace/): Ramesh Malhotra’s Spiritual Wisdom: An Evolutionary Insight provides a comprehensive, easy-to-understand investigation of Mahatma Gandhi’s acclaimed “spiritual dictionary,” the Bhagavad Gita, and the physical and spiritual evolutionary trends that dictate life. Malhotra’s guide helps readers achieve peace, tranquility and happiness... - [Amazon Publishing Author Helen Bryan sells 1 Million Copies](https://literaryyard.com/2014/02/10/amazon-publishing-author-helen-bryan-sells-1-million-copies/): Helen Bryan, author of historical novels War Brides (2012) and The Sisterhood (2013), has become the second Amazon Publishing author to sell one million copies in combined print, audio, and Kindle editions worldwide. In July 2013, Amazon Publishing author Oliver... - [Poem: Everytime](https://literaryyard.com/2014/02/10/poem-everytime/): By: Sam Rapth Every time our bodies gets engaged in our bed I try to read your lips… Every time They make out something, But I could not make out the same thing… Every time it keeps me curious, puzzled and... - [Richard Bach Publishes Sequel to Illusions as a Kindle Singles Exclusive](https://literaryyard.com/2014/02/07/richard-bach-publishes-sequel-to-illusions-as-a-kindle-singles-exclusive/): Amazon.com announced that Richard Bach, best-selling author of Jonathan Livingston Seagull and Illusions, has published “Illusions II”–a sequel to his 1977 best seller available exclusively in the Kindle Store as a Kindle Single. With over 60 million copies of his... - [Poem: Transience](https://literaryyard.com/2014/02/07/poem-transience/): By: Brylle Bautista Tabora God likes to paint with one eye closed The sky is his canvas In the morning he dips his thumb into two colors: Blue and white (the purplish white) and starts to draw unfinished images: An elephant... - [Poem: A Poet at 21](https://literaryyard.com/2014/02/07/poem-a-poet-at-21/): By: Brylle Bautista Tabora after Donald Hall And as I begin to write this poem the trees outside turn into burning spires, the mist takes the shape of a lonely man, and frogs all over imitate the cawing of birds. Someone,... - [Poem: Ecology (after Ernst Haeckel)](https://literaryyard.com/2014/02/07/poem-ecology-after-ernst-haeckel/): By: Brylle Bautista Tabora Ecology became a household word that appeared in newspapers, magazines, and books—although the term was misused. Even now, people confuse it with terms such as environment and environmentalism. Ecology is neither. ​              -Elements of Ecology We have called... - [Poem: Force majeure](https://literaryyard.com/2014/02/07/poem-force-majeure/): By: Brylle Bautista Tabora “Ma, just let go. Save yourself,” said the girl, whose body was pierced by wooden splinters from houses crushed by Supertyphoon Yolanda. —Philippine Daily Inquirer, Nov. 11, 2013 The world does not owe you an explanation. Like... - [In Defense of a Drink](https://literaryyard.com/2014/02/06/in-defense-of-a-drink/): A Five Martini Response to “Writers and Rum”  By: Christopher Connor Two weeks ago, Adam Gopnik, a veteran writer of The New Yorker, published an essay titled “Writers and Rum.” Mr. Gopnik’s post was prompted by The Trip To Echo Spring:... - [The Newest Depth of Depravity](https://literaryyard.com/2014/02/05/the-newest-depth-of-depravity/): By: William T. Hathaway There it goes, disappearing into extinction, that fine old mark of punctuation, the comma of direct address. Every time I read an email that starts “Hi William,” I wince. Deep within me lurks a reactionary grammarian... - [Poem: Not Hermit](https://literaryyard.com/2014/02/05/poem-not-hermit/): By: ’Deji W. Adesoye I’m not hermit Don’t dwell in shell But failing in the gist and jest Nay, which authentic life ne’er permit I do not babble along these corridors Peep and play and in sanctum retire For my soul... - [Poem: The House of World’s Mystery](https://literaryyard.com/2014/02/05/poem-the-house-of-worlds-mystery/): By: ’Deji W. Adesoye When I have a drive to know the world, I look into myself. For to search the mystery of the world, Is to search the heart thereof. And this treasure lay nowhere in the ether, aqueous, or... - [Poem: Lesser Children of God](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/31/poem-lesser-children-of-god/): By:  Chandra Shekhar Dubey We stalk around red lights, pavements Metro stops in rough and fine weather Carrying our bulging bags like boiling Carbuncles on our bodies all in hope of two bare meals. Pitiless gazes, venomous spits greet us... - [Oh, Hell](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/31/oh-hell/): By: JD DeHart One can learn some interesting truths about hell. Dante, of course, led readers through the various circles and populated hell with real-life personalities – a brilliant move, of course. Chuck Palahniuk recently updated this approach in a... - [Poem: i chose happiness](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/28/poem-i-chose-happiness/): By: Linda M. Crate dew drops hung their hymns in the grass of my hair shining me silver as the moon i avoid the sun lest he burn me with lust the color of your hair i couldn’t take another... - [Poem: i'll find my heart's duet](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/28/poem-ill-find-my-hearts-duet/): By: Linda M. Crate you caught me in the ice of your smile made me your winter’s queen and i swallowed all my summer’s flowers and sunshine to allow you to take complete control over me, and consented to things... - [Poem: the girl with the magic smile](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/28/poem-the-girl-with-the-magic-smile/): By: Linda M. Crate cutting myself up in oceans of emotion too long i‘ve mourned your passing in my life no longer will i remain at this funeral; too long i‘ve dwelled in dark emotions tomes time to life my head... - [Poem: remaining](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/28/poem-remaining/): By: Linda M. Crate  i sit on the edge of a lost horizon etched only in days of old wondering for the day i may be discovered or am i the bones dried and withered that no one will remember when... - [Poem: the sun comes out again](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/28/poem-the-sun-comes-out-again/): By: Linda M. Crate this night was dark stretched on for many moons, and when the sunlight finally woke me to the knowledge i was still alive it seemed as if i had woken from some zombie dream; almost lost my... - [Poem: freedom](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/28/poem-freedom/): By: Linda M. Crate “Only from the heart can you touch the sky.” ~Rumi So it could be said all i know of the love comes from heaven all the vibrant intricacies of gold, pink, crimson, blue, purple, and midnight... - [Poem: After Twenty Five Years](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/27/poem-after-twenty-five-years/): By: Jibanananda DasTranslated by: Kousik Adhikari  When I last met her in the field- I said, ‘One day in this time Come again, if you desire After twenty five years!’ Saying this I returned to my home, After then, how many times... - [Poem: Girls Know Bicycles](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/27/poem-girls-know-bicycles/): By: Kousik Adhikari Girls know bicycles when the sun looks green over the hilltop And the water feels devilish before turn cold, On my way home, I see several of them Riding with their finished smiles Still painting blushing designs On... - [Story: Foxfire](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/25/story-foxfire/): By: Raymond Greiner Ivaloo Johnson was 15years old living in a high hollow in the Virginia highlands, the only child of Arlie and Isabelle Johnson. Arlie and Isabelle homesteaded this land in 1805. Then both died in the winter of... - [Story: Stand By Me](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/24/story-stand-by-me/): By: Akash Vikas Rumade Somewhere in 2024, Aditya took a sip from his tea and slurped in dismay. It might have been his tenth cup for that day. He rolled his tongue a bit inside as it could no longer... - [Poem: Velvet benches](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/23/poem-velvet-benches/): By: David Hutt velvet benches and heroin dreams, men with backpacks filled with life slung onto shoulders and walked though streets dragging beards and feet and clumping along with desperation down to the beach to watch the waves rushing up the... - [Poem: As good as it gets](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/23/poem-as-good-as-it-gets/): By: David Hutt For several nights I kissed her lobotomy eyes, kissed her pre-torn wrists, dissolved her anxieties in our imperfections. She asked me things like, is it possible to love two people? I said no, and darling, this is as... - [Poem: On the night love padlocks were removed from Pont des Arts](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/23/poem-on-the-night-love-padlocks-were-removed-from-pont-des-arts/): By: David Hutt Tonight I believed the sky could make music. Stars, moon, the trickle of the Seine, I roll myself in a sleeping bag and listen to the sky sing its dirge for me. Silence, clouds, the Paris sky is... - [Poem: breathing](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/22/poem-breathing/): By: April Mae M. Berza  to breathe the same air that you breathe I share a part of me, a portion of my existence to feel the pulse of the clock I must try to breathe not, the more I gather strength... - [Poem: to forget you](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/22/poem-to-forget-you/): By: April Mae M. Berza  to forget you is to write an elegy when the world rejoices in glee the bliss is an abyss to kiss the fears away to forget you is to tear off the ears of Van Gogh I... - [Poem: the fall of sakuras](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/22/poem-the-fall-of-sakuras/): By: April Mae M. Berza  witnessing the fall of sakuras is waiting for love to go beyond love love is but a distance, from the tree, the flowers plunge into the abyss like my heart into yours the pink petals, one by... - [Record 220K visitors attend Jaipur Literature Festival 2014](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/22/record-220k-visitors-attend-jaipur-literature-festival-2014/): The seventh Jaipur Literature Festival, the world’s largest free literary festival, witnessed a record number of visits this year, with total footfall close to 220,000. The middle day of the Festival, Sunday 19 January, was the most popular with a... - ["KARACHI, YOU’RE KILLING ME!" by Saba Imtiaz launched](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/22/karachi-youre-killing-me-by-saba-imtiaz-launched/): Random House has issued a release for the launch of a hilarious comedy of manners in which a young reporter working in one of the world’s most dangerous cities finds that dodging bullets and bombs still isn’t as challenging as... - [Weather plays spoilsport at Jaipur Literature Festival](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/21/weather-plays-spoilsport-at-jaipur-literature-festival/): The Jaipur Literature Festival returned to its roots today with the morning’s programme taking place in the cafés, restaurants and spare rooms of Diggi Palace, due to the weather. Persistent heavy rain overnight in Jaipur meant that today’s line-up, including... - [Crime Writers’ Association of South Asia launched](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/21/crime-writers-association-of-south-asia-launched/): The Crime Writers’ Association of South Asia was launched today at the Jaipur Literature Festival by leading novelists Kishwar Desai, Namita Gokhale and Jørn Lier Horst. “A wave of crime writing is better than a wave of crime”, said Namita... - [JLF gives back to the Jaipur community through encouraging new, local writers](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/21/jlf-gives-back-to-the-jaipur-community-through-encouraging-new-local-writers/): Jaipur Literature Festival claims to have once again championed young writers through their outreach and engagement activities in and around Jaipur. For the third year, the Festival has partnered with Pratham Books to produce over 25 interactive sessions, promoting the... - [Poem: A KITE’S FATE](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/20/poem-a-kites-fate/): By: Raul G. Moldez Above me, the sun. Beneath me, the trees. Birds give way to me as I savor the wind. Here, hot and cold mix. The atmosphere is lukewarm. My shirt is cellophane. I feel sweltering here. I’m a... - [Poem: BLACK ANTS](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/20/poem-black-ants/): By: Raul G. Moldez We climb up trees, towers or buildings and crawl on earth, floors or surfaces looking for food. We stockpile them in preparation for the rainy season. We are small creatures nameless, unknown. All we know is to... - [Zee JLF 2014- Day 2 RoundUp](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/19/zee-jlf-2014-day-2-roundup/): “Literature was built by a world of misfits,” joked acclaimed American novelist Jonathan Franzen today at the ZEE Jaipur Literature Festival. The author was speaking to a crowd of Festival-goers from all corners of the world as the second day... - [Cyrus Mistry clinches the DSC Prize for South Asian Literature 2014](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/18/cyrus-mistry-clinches-the-dsc-prize-for-south-asian-literature-2014/): The widely acclaimed DSC Prize for South Asian Literature 2014 announced Cyrus Mistry as the winner this year for his book ‘Chronicle of a Corpse Bearer’ at the ZEE Jaipur Literature Festival. The US $50,000 DSC Prize along with a... - [Story: Brad](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/18/story-brad/): By Reese Scott Brad never wanted to be a lawyer, a police office or a fireman. He remembers the first time a man came up to him and asked, “So young man do you know what you want to be... - [Zee JLF 2014- Day 1 RoundUp](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/18/zee-jlf-2014-day-1-roundup/): “I cancelled my trip to Agra to come here!” said an excited Australian festival-goer in the front row of the ZEE Jaipur Literature Festival this morning. Deep in discussion with the young man who had tipped him off, he said... - [Story: The Alphabet Looks Different Now](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/16/story-the-alphabet-looks-different-now/): By Reese Scott I hadn’t seen my father in some time. I had always hated him. I will say without any hesitation I wanted him dead. The strange part of it is no matter how much I hated him and... - [Jaipur Literature Festival set to witness 200,000 visitors](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/16/jaipur-literature-festival-set-to-witness-200000-visitors/): Jaipur is set to welcome the world’s largest free literary festival, the ZEE Jaipur Literature Festival, this weekend, with 200,000 literature lovers expected to arrive at the Diggi Palace to witness some of the greatest writers discuss topics ranging from... - [Story: The Eyes of the Sun](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/15/story-the-eyes-of-the-sun/): By: Brian Barbeito (For the electric light queen)   “Mama always told me not to look into the eyes of the sun.” -Bruce Springsteen, Blinded By The Light   You are in the eyes of the sun. I saw that a... - [Story: Like A New Cacophonous Thunder](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/15/story-like-a-new-cacophonous-thunder/): By: Brian Barbeito All around there is a small crack. The world in the town and of the town shown impertinence by the harsh ice storms. Crack again goes the earth there, as if an archaic, maybe once molten thing has... - [Here comes 'THE FIFTH SUN' a novel by Gaither Stewart](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/14/here-comes-the-fifth-sun-a-novel-by-gaither-stewart/): Set in Italy and Mexico, The Fifth Sun, is a story of love and disenchantment, of belief and unbelief, adventure and romance. Above all, it is the story of the search of each of us for our real and better selves.... - [Winner of the DSC Prize for South Asian Lit to be announced on Jan 18th](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/14/winner-of-the-dsc-prize-for-south-asian-lit-to-be-announced-on-jan-18th/): The US $50,000 DSC Prize for South Asian Literature, which celebrates the richness and diversity of South Asian writing, will award its fourth winner on January 18th, 2014 at the ZEE Jaipur Literature Festival, one of the biggest literary festivals... - [Story: Dear Daddy](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/13/story-dear-daddy/): By: Michael C. Keith Revenge is a kind of wild justice.  –– Francis Bacon   Doug Barren pressed his mother about the identity of his birthfather for months before she very reluctantly told him. It was the most devastating revelation... - [Story: Armor and Amour](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/13/story-armor-and-amour/): By: Brian Barbeito In the morning the brightness tried to come through the drapes though there was a thick thread count.The drapes were a dark gray, the sheets white and orange- with small shapes- gaily dancing atop- always so happy to... - [Story: Sounds of Memory](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/13/story-sounds-of-memory/): By: Brian Barbeito The dog must have had a nightmare then. The houses and streets cupped in the thick hours of dark, the dog barking- almost yelling at something. Waking up then- descending stairs, cold and then plush basement carpets to... - [Story: Petal](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/12/story-petal/): By: Olusola Akinwale My sister Monica’s nickname is Petal. I gave her this moniker when she was two because she loved that colored part of a flower and was just as delicate. Sam was the first born in our family,... - [Mahindra Humanities Center partners with Jaipur Literature Festival](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/12/mahindra-humanities-center-partners-with-jaipur-literature-festival/): Mahindra Humanities Center has partnered with the ZEE Jaipur Literature Festival as venue sponsor for the Durbar Hall, and will be bringing some of the leading global academics and crime writers to the literary festival. Based at Harvard University in... - [Visit to the Brahmasthan](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/12/visit-to-the-brahmasthan/): By William T. Hathaway  I recently visited the ashram that Maharishi Mahesh Yogi built at the central point of India, the Brahmasthan. Two thousand Pandits live there, meditating and performing Vedic ceremonies. I’ve been doing Transcendental Meditation for many years... - [Poem: It's A Wonderful Taste](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/11/poem-its-a-wonderful-taste/): By: Anthony J. Langford Streaming slates of light Room encrusted gold Music soars, billowing Even in silence Possibilities in motion There’s a feeling Stronger than love Not from within But externalized Expanding to the horizon And beyond. Life is never... - [Poem: Allowing a love to die is not a murder](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/11/poem-allowing-a-love-to-die-is-not-a-murder/): By: Anthony J. Langford Take a look around Close quarters In rounded wholes This is the life you’ve created A home Where you reside At least physically With another. Once joyous Where empty rooms Were common As it was always... - [Poem: Arena of Flight](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/11/poem-arena-of-flight/): By: Anthony J. Langford Large house Small space kept regularly Remove sleeping As percent time In one apartment sized Tripping over faces Foot in mouth Six people Laughing, yelling Driving each other crazy One inch at a time As though... - [Poem: Invitation Not Required](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/11/poem-invitation-not-required/): By: Anthony J. Langford Online Too easy to dismiss Ignore Or misplace Turn the cheek Without eyeing the face. It’s not that the intent is bad Or the words cliché But that there’s so much more That precedes it. A... - [Story: Doggy In The Garden](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/10/story-doggy-in-the-garden/): By: Aamir Sohail Do you remember how it feels to be really wrong? Like when you close your eyes and walk down the steps and you feel there is one last step, except there isn’t and you’ve reached the bottom. That... - [Book Review: Poetry In The Age of Impurity](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/09/book-review-poetry-in-the-age-of-impurity/): By: Sai Diwan “The poet has become a lost voice on the horizon, a cultural presence and prophetic voice we imagine still exists, but is not really near at hand.” Many have found respite in poetry. Lyrics have indulged, sonnets... - [Story: THE PRIEST AND THE SHAMAN](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/08/story-the-priest-and-the-shaman/): By: Gaither Stewart With a pretty face but a tendency toward heavy thighs, fat arms and a roll around her tummy, sixteen year-old Eliana had gradually stopped eating. Last June, with the swimming and beach season at the door and... - [Jaipur Lit Fest 2014 Programme goes Live](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/08/jaipur-lit-fest-2014-programme-goes-live/): The programme for Jaipur Literature Festival 2014 is now live on the festival’s website! Visitors can look forward to sessions such as Story of a Death Foretold with Oscar Guardiola-Riviera, Serendip with Sri Lankan diaspora writers, Mahasamar with Narendra Kohli... - [Spiritual Nature](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/05/spiritual-nature/): By: Raymond Greiner Frequently we make an observation describing something as natural. A child is given opportunity to learn a musical instrument. Then this student displays unusual adaptability to the instrument becoming proficient in an abnormally short span of time.... - [Poem: Boombox](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/04/poem-boombox/): By: Amal Lucerne blare blare blare please shift gear, beams misplaced stage lights jamming illicit slicked back jaundice hey, i’ll call you, mantra - [Poem: Georgia](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/04/poem-georgia/): By: Amal Lucerne Georgia has no visions of lighthouse battles in May or of damp mongols crooning underneath a swarm of moonlight wraiths laughing beyond the chair-snaps consumptive and withering Georgia has no illusions of a hurried walk untaken or adamance... - [Poem: How They Designed their Misery](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/03/poem-how-they-designed-their-misery/): By: ’Deji W. Adesoye That claim, they opportuned my lay To the smart siege By which the devil from Hades was slain That walk like gold-merchant through Arcades of gold-freaks decked at every point Of waiting precious-ware-addicts That Like the... - [History to dominate at the 2014 Jaipur Literature Festival](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/03/history-to-dominate-at-the-2014-jaipur-literature-festival/): This month’s Jaipur Literature Festival is set to shine a spotlight on the past as the annual event welcomes leading historians from across the globe. This was mentioned in a press statement. Covering wide ranging events from Stalingrad to the... - [Poem: Silhouettes of another dawn](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/02/poem-silhouettes-of-another-dawn/): By: Vaisakh E. Hari I pulled myself up the clouds Burned down the world in their sleep Turns out I was the one in the dream And I was left with nowhere to go Sometimes the darkness stifles, Sometimes the... - [Poem: The Burning Meadow: A DEJA VU](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/02/poem-the-burning-meadow-a-deja-vu/): By: Vaisakh E. Hari Sitting on a cliff overlooking a meadow, I am suffocated by the chain forged by myself, deep in the insecurities of my mind. The price of my safety weighing heavily on my limbs, a painful reminder... - [Poem: Delusional truths](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/02/poem-delusional-truths/): By: Vaisakh E. Hari I walked carefree and gay, Through the grass, mountains and plains, Chasing after the secret, The surreal beauty all around, Testament to the divine power. I watched the seeds sprout into the sky, Warmed and fed... - [Poem: The mortal who loved a goddess](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/02/poem-the-mortal-who-loved-a-goddess/): By: Vaisakh E. Hari Have you ever a call, faint yet insistent, others may call a demons lure, complex and intrinsic in its sweetness, That I could see a benign angel singing. so clear, so strong was the melody, Paradise was... - [Poem: Blue Sky In The Internet](https://literaryyard.com/2013/12/27/poem-blue-sky-in-the-internet/):   By: Ishita Bhaduri Translated by: Soma Roy You posted rains on the Facebook….. Two lacs fifty thousand likes…… Still the rains did not come. Instead some dark clouds Ashened the whole sky With a fistful of soft breeze. Not by Facebook... - [Story: Redemption](https://literaryyard.com/2013/12/27/story-redemption/): By: Phil Temples “I should explain that I’m not a regular churchgoer, Father. I believe in a Creator, and I know the difference between right and wrong. Most of the time, anyway. Anyhow, I appreciate you comin’. “There are one... - [Story: Goat Power](https://literaryyard.com/2013/12/26/story-goat-power/): By: Raymond Greiner  The year is 1923 and the country is in the midst of the Roaring Twenties. Euphoria has not ceased since the end of The Great War. The alcohol flows like water unfolding a new era of drink, dance... - [Story: Deep Down Under](https://literaryyard.com/2013/12/25/story-deep-down-under/): By: Debadrita Chakraborty  The picture loomed at one end of the pastel hued wall. Deprived and lonesome. A face, alive and prominent amidst silhouetted men and women, greyed skyscrapers and a dilapidated blurry image of George Street. Eyes elegantly defined in... - [Jaipur BookMark to bring together publishing pros from South Asia and the world](https://literaryyard.com/2013/12/24/jaipur-bookmark-to-bring-together-publishing-pros-from-south-asia-and-the-world/): A new forum bringing together publishers, agents, rights holders and literary content producers, has been launched by Teamwork Arts. The Jaipur BookMark born of huge interest shown by the international publishing industry in the Jaipur Literature Festival, will run in... - [Story: Cozumel and Carmen By The Concomitant Sea](https://literaryyard.com/2013/12/23/story-cozumel-and-carmen-by-the-concomitant-sea/): By: Brian Barbeito That sea took itself for a painting, and was different than the shores to the north. Up from there, especially in the storm season, the waters seemed to turn over more. This brought stings from jellyfish, and also... - [Story: Sadhaka](https://literaryyard.com/2013/12/23/story-sadhaka/): By: Brian Barbeito In the before, yes, before he incarnated, the beings gathered round and said, Why? – Why do you want to go there and what do you want to do? He told them that he wanted to know what the real... - [Poem: People about](https://literaryyard.com/2013/12/22/poem-people-about/): By: Tasneem. S. Pocketwala People about Around Surrounding her. Low and upset, she Seeks company. Out. Alone Now, sits in one place Awaits Beauty, tranquillity A little pity. – You arrive – Quells the word rising up her lips Tastes it,... - [Poem: What if we could capture time?](https://literaryyard.com/2013/12/22/poem-what-if-we-could-capture-time/): By: Tasneem. S. Pocketwala What if we could capture time? Like A moment of Being Apprehended In a photograph. My hand pulsates to hold time. *** I keep my pen down, now. There, rests ‘Sons and Lovers’. I pick it up,... - [Poem: Motel for the Lost](https://literaryyard.com/2013/12/21/poem-motel-for-the-lost/): By: Matthew R Moore at the motel for the lost – if you should find yourself here there’s free admission and endless hours while tires seem to sleep in sideways heaps and bumpers corrode as thoughts unhinged cars wave with bags... - [Poem: A Cliché](https://literaryyard.com/2013/12/21/poem-a-cliche/): By: Matthew R Moore As the crow flies ass backward, As the bats scream in the belfry, As you beat a dead horse, You lost me. I know I don’t have a leg to stand on, The goose is cooked, so... - [Story: Rope of Sand](https://literaryyard.com/2013/12/21/story-rope-of-sand/): By JP Miller   It was 1969 when my mother and I moved to Edisto Island. I had graduated from an insignificant high school in Charleston and we were suddenly poor. My father had left my mother for a younger... - [Book launch: Lights Out](https://literaryyard.com/2013/12/20/book-launch-lights-out/): Imagine the world around you slowly blinking out, your familiar world disappearing into darkness till you begin to doubt not only the world’s existence but your own as well. In this terrifying blindness can you find the light? This is... - [Jove in The Waste Land](https://literaryyard.com/2013/12/20/jove-in-the-waste-land/): By: Nathaniel Rupp A Vichian Analysis of “What the Thunder Said”   What did the thunder say? This is the question one must ask when reading part V of T.S. Eliot’s “The Waste Land.” To do this is to begin... - [Poem: Winter's flames](https://literaryyard.com/2013/12/19/poem-winters-flames/): By: Linda M. Crate i‘m sure you’ve done this song and dance before because you were so sincere with your insincerity, and i‘m sure she has no idea that you‘ve made her the scarlet devil that i wanted to burn... - [Poem: survived](https://literaryyard.com/2013/12/19/poem-survived/): By: Linda M. Crate i‘ll be a star in someone else’s sky forever i‘ll wonder why things had to be this way, but heaven knows maybe i‘m safer to never know that answer; so i‘m not going to make myself sick... - [Poem: hope she burns you](https://literaryyard.com/2013/12/19/poem-hope-she-burns-you/): By: Linda M. Crate you took my love for granted left me cold and bare without the golden autumn laughter, my breaths were shattered as my heart; everything felt like a zombie dream forgot what my brain was used for... - [Poem: Arctic Wolves](https://literaryyard.com/2013/12/19/poem-arctic-wolves/): By:  Linda M. Crate i love penguins and white tigers, but leave all those arctic wolves buried in their snow father’s arms they only use their fangs to wound and impale; i love polar bears and white foxes, but leave... - [Story: The Great Escape](https://literaryyard.com/2013/12/18/story-the-great-escape/): By: Mikayla Simmons It’s finally here, the worst day of the year, thanksgiving. The night before I had laid down on the grass in the turkey pen, and the next thing I know, I’m stuck in the trunk of a... - [Jaipur Literature Festival issues Ist group of participants for 2014 Festival](https://literaryyard.com/2013/12/18/jaipur-literature-festival-issues-ist-group-of-participants-for-2014-festival/): The Jaipur Literature Festival, claimed to be the world’s largest free literary festival, today announced the first line-up of authors set to attend next year’s festival, which runs from 17th – 21st January 2014. Featuring Pulitzer Prize winners, academics from... - [The Bond Culture: A Study](https://literaryyard.com/2013/12/17/the-bond-culture-a-study/): By: Kousik Adhikari   Ayn Rand in her ‘The Romantic Manifesto’ pointed out that thriller is in a way a kind of simplified version of the romantic literature. We could also add with some certainty that thrillers may be called also... - [Story: Caricatures](https://literaryyard.com/2013/12/17/story-caricatures/): By: Michael C. Keith Drawing is the true test of art.  –– J.A.D. Ingres Year after year, Maurice Lucerne set up his wooden easel on the narrow streets of Paris’s Left Bank and painted caricatures for tourists. It was how... - [Best-Selling Books of 2013](https://literaryyard.com/2013/12/16/best-selling-books-of-2013/): Here is a list of books which Amazon has declared as the best-selling. I would rather put the entire press release in front of you without cutting or chopping words to let you decide if the list sounds genuine or... - [Poem: Predator Practice](https://literaryyard.com/2013/05/10/poem-predator-practice/): By: Robert S. King Among clouds of attacking crows he spots the white bird and fires. That will put it out of its misery, he says. The bird dog waits below, pointing downward as the dove falls. The blue-collared dog... - [Writing diggers](https://literaryyard.com/2013/05/09/writing-diggers/): ‘Writing is like going back to dark places’ is a recent thing that fell into my ears. A renowned author has said this in an interview to a newspaper. He’s not the one to voice the pains involved in writing... - [Poem: Discord](https://literaryyard.com/2013/05/08/poem-discord/): By: Richard D. Hartwell  Not for the first time, Perhaps for the last, I note this is no monologue, Rather a continuing, one-sided dialogue. You, Sitting there embalmed On your judgmental stool. You, Calling yourself a person of discourse Are... - [Poem: Suffer the Children](https://literaryyard.com/2013/05/08/poem-suffer-the-children/): By: Richard D. Hartwell Suffer anguish of memory, family close as sticky-rice, grain to grain, gene to gene, coagulated and congealed. Cannot un-remember psychological molestation, brutality of hidden scars, rage of emotional rape. Dark memories filled with white lies, spoiled... - [Story: Selling Seashells From The Seashore](https://literaryyard.com/2013/05/08/story-selling-seashells-from-the-seashore/): By: Richard D. Hartwell  It must have been about 1955 or ‘56 when I was first a procurer for my cousin Jocelyn. I don’t recall whose idea it was to sell from door to door, but it fell to me... - [Poem: A True Friend](https://literaryyard.com/2013/05/07/poem-a-true-friend/):   By: Ruth Ann Hixson I wish I had a friend To cry with when I’m sad. I wish I had a friend To laugh with when I’m glad. A friend to be there for me When the sunshine turns to... - [Story: The Witness](https://literaryyard.com/2013/05/07/story-the-witness/): By: W. Jack Savage   I woke up, having planned to go in a little late and had told my employer so the night before. My son’s birthday was coming up and I knew what he wanted. It was a T-shirt... - [Story: Desire](https://literaryyard.com/2013/05/06/story-desire/): By: Lee Oleson Sylvia had a face too thin, eyes sunk deep, shoulders and body uncomfortably narrow, dark hair, and a neck a little too long, jumbled into what’s sometimes called unconventional beauty. She had made her way through life... - [Poem: Stray Walker](https://literaryyard.com/2013/05/04/poem-stray-walker/): Strayed into enemy’s, 23 years ago And taken prisoner And falsely implicated for spying And then sentenced to death! But with life caught in diplomacy Sarabjit finally returned home, Disfigured and dead, He was robbed of his heart and lung... - [Story: The Guitarist’s Fortune](https://literaryyard.com/2013/05/04/story-the-guitarists-fortune/): By: Erin F. Robinson It was his last night playing guitar at the tango salon as a bachelor. His band mates lined up at the bar, and as Flor poured them each a glass of gin, she raised the last glass... - [Story: Wanderer Overlooking The Sea Of Fog](https://literaryyard.com/2013/05/04/story-wanderer-overlooking-the-sea-of-fog/): By: John Michael Flynn   Christmas was a week away when Tillman Grossklag found Claudia Ruden face down in vomit on the floor of her Manhattan apartment. Tillman was the only person Claudia had entrusted with a key. Tillman removed the... - [Poem: Easter at Nana’s](https://literaryyard.com/2013/05/03/poem-easter-at-nanas/): By: Corey Cook   You lean against Nana’s charcoal grey Taurus – a monochromatic reflection of the midday sky. Hands in pockets. Hat pulled down. And watch your siblings search the boggy yard for “eggs.” Empty pantyhose containers heavy with... - [Story: Kid’s Books](https://literaryyard.com/2013/05/02/kids-books/):  By: Ian Cassidy    As a child I never read a kid’s book, I just didn’t get on with them. Narnia, Wind in the Willows, Winnie, Alice and William, I read them all later, as an adult, I think they’re... - [The Missing Queen, a novel launched](https://literaryyard.com/2013/05/02/the-missing-queen-a-novel-launched/): Mythology and storytelling are fused together in Samhita Arni’s new novel ‘The Missing Queen’, a stylish makeover of The Ramayana. Set in a contemporary Ayodhya, ‘The Missing Queen’ is a story of a journalist’s quest for the missing queen of... - [Poem: Dogs and Big Black Guys](https://literaryyard.com/2013/05/01/poem-dogs-and-big-black-guys/): By: Antonio Prata i played sports sometimes like basketball there were courts near the school sometimes i played with big black guys sometimes dad and i went to see the nets play he let me drink a beer when they beat the... - [Story: The Peacock Passenger](https://literaryyard.com/2013/05/01/story-the-peacock-passenger/): By: Vanessa Cutts A dusty old brass gramophone stood in the corner of the square, sparsely furnished room. The only other piece of furniture was a long wooden divan seat that doubled for sitting and sleeping. Black and white photos of... - [Story: Rain Smoke](https://literaryyard.com/2013/05/01/story-rain-smoke/): By: Richard Lutman   He hoped the long drive through the cold December rain would be worth it. The decision to see Nancy again hadn’t been an easy one. It had been a year since he’d seen her last. There had... - [Poem: Isle of Calypso](https://literaryyard.com/2013/04/30/poem-isle-of-calypso/): By: Josh Lisiuk I am about to start Allow the journey to depart Please have a read of my poetical story Its one that took place in the odyssey Our brave Hero, Odysseus fresh from the battle of troy A drift... - [Poem: My White Angel](https://literaryyard.com/2013/04/29/poem-my-white-angel/): By: Kharis Lund My cocaine angel speaks to me In psychedelic light Bring forth visions of ecstasy In moments that feel just right My needles are all rusty My veins, bruised purple-blue But my white angel still sings to me... - [Poem: Winter Never Dies](https://literaryyard.com/2013/04/29/poem-winter-never-dies/): By: Kharis Lund The dead brown grass resurrects itself The trees no longer stand like sterile skeletons The flowers rouse themselves in blooms of color And the sun comes out of hiding, brighter than ever But nature lied to her... - [Poem: Hardhearted](https://literaryyard.com/2013/04/29/poem-hardhearted/): By: Mitchell Krochmalnik Grabois I was drawn to all the wrong things ego ambition callousness Even after I understood I refused to be enlightened I dated women solely as an excuse to scare them half to death with my reckless driving... - [Poem: In Your Hands](https://literaryyard.com/2013/04/28/poem-in-your-hands/): By: Arthur Heifetz   In your hands, the fuchsia, which had never lasted, survived the winter and bloomed again in spring. At the first sign of frost, you took them in and placed them in a warm spot by the... - [Poem: The Jesus Door](https://literaryyard.com/2013/04/27/poem-the-jesus-door/): By: Anne Britting Oleson Ornate, wrought iron: I gently screw the plates into the doorjamb, a clockwise turn of the wrist tightening the dividers of my world, replacing a door which ages ago some previous resident of this house felt... - [Poem: Smoking Dynamite](https://literaryyard.com/2013/04/27/poem-smoking-dynamite/): By: Andrew J. Stone The game went like this: My brother and his friends would stand in a circle facing each other with a stick of dynamite in their mouths. They’d light the wick and whoever let it burn the... - [What is Poetry?](https://literaryyard.com/2013/04/27/what-is-poetry/): By: Geoffrey Hoffman What is poetry? In what form should it be written? Ought it to be written at all, or is it nothing but escapist nonsense behind which we shy from reality? These are questions so old that it... - [Story: The Heist of San Rafael](https://literaryyard.com/2013/04/26/story-the-heist-of-san-rafael/): By: Joseph Grant   The venerable old Grand Central Market was as good a place to meet as any, thought Eddie Ruggerio. It had been on Grand Street for almost a decade on the entire ground floor of the Homer Laughlin... - [Poem: Zin's 14th Street Demo](https://literaryyard.com/2013/04/25/poem-zins-14th-street-demo/): By: Kyle Hemmings We are glitter-puppies in a dance temple of extended happy hour truths. Some of us will die in our distressed jeans. Who is the closet lipster with too many au cell phone lives? So wasted in those buckled... - [Poem: The Music Room](https://literaryyard.com/2013/04/25/poem-the-music-room/):   By: Kyle Hemmings   At work, her father fights a losing war with paper men. Home, Zin imagines wind scorpion women without musical sense, exoskeletons in the morning, left-overs of love. Some girls are cursed with supernatural powers of hearing.... - [Poem: They Could Almost Breathe as One](https://literaryyard.com/2013/04/25/poem-they-could-almost-breathe-as-one/): By: Kyle Hemmings Her new step-mom keeps losing herself in supermarkets, especially in the aisle that sells kitty litter or retractable dog leashes. She loves little dogs & homeless cats & admits freely that she herself might be verging on extinction.... - [Poem: Dueling With The Snowman](https://literaryyard.com/2013/04/24/poem-dueling-with-the-snowman/): By Richard King Perkins II He squats naked and glorious. He does not move. Intimidated, everything comes to him. Light, substance, power. The naïve, the curious, the envious. It’s true and utterly transparent. I despise his perfection. He is far more... - [Poem: Where Does it Hurt](https://literaryyard.com/2013/04/24/poem-where-does-it-hurt/): By Richard King Perkins II   Where does it hurt when cardboard walls collapse in a sodden pile around you, snuffing the candle soaking a scrounged meal and your only change of rags?   Where does it hurt when city rain... - [Story: Important Meeting](https://literaryyard.com/2013/04/20/story-the-important-meeting/): By: Onkar Sharma The Monday morning blues kept on gripping me as I drove through the busiest Delhi-Jaipur highway in Gurgoan. There is an important meeting today with the client, I thought and accelerated. But then, something happened to vehicles... - [Poem: foretold](https://literaryyard.com/2013/04/19/poem-foretold/): By: Christopher Mulrooney the humpbacked whales you shouted in my ear as we ran along the highway something about the humpbacked whales over and over again - [Poem: Una Vida Sin Amor](https://literaryyard.com/2013/04/17/poem-una-vida-sin-amor/): By: Brenna Deane   The dark moon, a burnt out light bulb A translucent orb of molding cheese Cool light, sour life, quiet hum, dusty surface, bitter aroma Wide eyes absorb the gentle melody Armstrong’s first step into Space The... - [Poem: The Riverside spirits](https://literaryyard.com/2013/04/16/poem-the-riverside-spirits/): The river still waits for the boats that once sailed over to the other side with hopes to conquer lands beyond the distant hillocks. Centuries have gone by yet no fellow returned. Not even a descendant ever showed up. No news... - [Poem: love like winter](https://literaryyard.com/2013/04/13/poem-love-like-winter/): By: Linda M. Crate your eyes are the cruel garters of the sea, eroding away all sense of ego or self you see past me through me as if i am the invisible woman — you stare past my words,... - [Poem: Lullaby](https://literaryyard.com/2013/04/13/poem-lullaby/): By: Alex Bernstein     I’m on his shoulders. We’re at the beach. Playing in sawdust. Smiling in the ambiance of sweet nectarine sounds. Lapping on orange jungle gyms, in Batesville offices, and on spinning chairs. Sidelines at little league... - [Poem: Baptized](https://literaryyard.com/2013/04/12/poem-baptized/): By: Mark Williams   Baptized in flames Of fire restrained Me a love went up in smoke Ashes to ashes Dust to dust The Lord sent her away. Baptized in flames Heart burning in flames Heat spreading, surrounded me Dark... - [Poem: Katil husband](https://literaryyard.com/2013/04/02/poem-katil-husband/): By Onkar Sharma “I’ll freak you out with my disembodied voice. I’ll shriek you out though I’m stabbed thrice.” The Sound starts the blues and thrills the torso. It belongs dolefully to the oblivious world. The shuffle resumes and retreats.... - [Poem: G David Schwartz](https://literaryyard.com/2013/04/01/poem-g-david-schwartz/): By: G David Schwartz   I’ll Never See You Again G David Schwartz I’ll never see you again Never even anymore Not even if I go into Our most favorite store I no no more Will I ever see you... - [Interview: Stories Within Hang Borin](https://literaryyard.com/2013/03/30/interview-stories-within-hang-borin/):  By: Anna Spencer     Hang Borin is a Khmer writer whom I have had the great pleasure of meeting recently. He was born in a refugee camp in Thailand in 1987. His mother had made the perilous journey over... - [Story: Pick-Up Truck](https://literaryyard.com/2013/03/29/story-pick-up-truck/): By:  Diane L. Merkel   Just above a Geico bill and below a Chase credit card statement rested a white envelope. It was addressed to Leo in handwriting that was not unfamiliar to him; handwriting which debuted on the back cover... - [Will the Real Tim O’Brien Please Stand Up](https://literaryyard.com/2013/03/29/will-the-real-tim-obrien-please-stand-up/): By: Joe Peacock   On his title page of The Things They Carried, Tim O’Brien identifies these linked stories as “a work of fiction.”  Had he not, readers could certainly fall into the mistaken impression that this work is indeed... - [Toast to International Friendship](https://literaryyard.com/2013/03/29/toast-to-international-friendship/): By: Valery Petrovskiy When he came, a book lay on my desk, just children’s book, no suspense. Mere travel notes of a man who spent a vacation in Siberia rafting with his friends: fishing around and hunting whenever possible, they... - [Amazon.com buys Goodreads](https://literaryyard.com/2013/03/29/amazon-com-buys-goodreads/): Goodreads (www.goodreads.com) which has been a favourite destination for readers and writers around the world, will now be operating under Amazon’s banner. Amazon.com, Inc. yesterday announced that it has reached an agreement to acquire Goodreads. It is, however, not easy... - [Short Story: A Fence of Ferns](https://literaryyard.com/2013/03/27/short-story-a-fence-of-ferns/): By Kersie Khambatta     The silverback sat in solitary splendour. His extended family was spread all around him, at a respectful distance. He chose to ignore them. Two young ones were bored. They walked about a bit, and found... - [Poem: Calvary](https://literaryyard.com/2013/03/26/poem-calvary/): By: Pamela Riley I remember the color of your eyes that day we drove to Calvary and how you said my smile could murder the moon. Everything I did that summer was for you – the shells rattling in old cans... - [Poem: Mad Woman](https://literaryyard.com/2013/03/25/poem-mad-woman/): By: Adreyo Sen Her madness was an open sore. A forgotten wound. It added years to a face closing in upon itself, like a government deposition. Her madness fled from her lined mouth and attacked us passers by, a snake... - [Show Us, Mr. Faulkner](https://literaryyard.com/2013/03/25/show-us-mr-faulkner/):  By:  G. D. McFetridge I picked William Faulkner because of his unique style and voice, and because many pundits and critics still laud him as one of the past century’s literary geniuses. From his book, The Long Hot Summer, I extracted... - [Poem: Xavier and Sixth](https://literaryyard.com/2013/03/24/poem-xavier-and-sixth/): By: Lisa Anne Maryniw The air is crisp Breath rising in the Winter midst Darkness covers the vacant Streets of Mind and Soul. The Body is frail Dying from absence of food and shelter The Soul is crying from the... - [Will the amended Copyright Act protect authors and artists from piracy?](https://literaryyard.com/2013/03/20/will-amended-copyright-act-protect-authors-and-artists-from-piracy/): The Literary Yard has received the press release from the Press Information Bureau of India on the Copyright Rules, 2013. The piracy has been a huge concern in India. Artists, authors and publishers have lost millions of rupees. In addition,... - [Who was your first reader?](https://literaryyard.com/2013/03/18/who-was-your-first-reader/): In most writers are hidden the stories of their struggle and how their talent–of writing– evolved, got recognised and flourished. Two hundred percent, every writer will become nostalgic about the precious moments from their childhood, of how a cousin of theirs... - [The stream of consciousness vs today](https://literaryyard.com/2013/03/13/stream-of-consciousness-vs-today/): By: Onkar Sharma The stream of consciousness, I’m sure, is not an unknown term to my literary pals. I am taking up this term for discussion today. Even though discussing literary terms on open platforms such as Literary Yard is... - [Where big and small publishers hang around](https://literaryyard.com/2013/03/06/where-big-and-small-publishers-hang-around/): After 3 successful years, Globalocal in its 4th year was held on an all new location. Strategically placed amidst the and New Delhi Book Fair, Globalocal tried to play a platform which provided various opportunities to meet new business partners... - [Bonsai Kitten at a reading session](https://literaryyard.com/2013/03/05/bonsai-kitten-at-a-reading-session/): Recently Leadstart Publications organised a book reading session for Lakshmi Narayan’s novel Bonsai Kitten in Hyderabad. A number of people were present, at least the pictures which Leadstart has posted on its Facebook page show this. Ms Narayan had launched the... - [What kind of a poet are you](https://literaryyard.com/2013/03/03/what-kind-of-poet-are-you/): One of the Linkedin connections recently raised a query: What kind of a poet are you? She gave three categories of poets to make it easy for the group members to choose from. Her statement was divided the entire poetry world... - [Tripathi completes Shiva Trilogy](https://literaryyard.com/2013/03/02/tripathi-completes-shiva-trilogy/): Amish Tripathi is back with the final book in the Shiva Trilogy: ‘The Oath of the Vayuputras. One thing is sure. There is a lot more in the myths discovered by this man who left his MNC job and held... - [Short story competition for budding authors](https://literaryyard.com/2013/01/16/short-story-competition-for-budding-authors/): Those of you who have always wished to be an author and have something to tell the world in your words through stories that have not seen the light of the day can now vent out your stories and get... - [Asura–Tale of the Vanquished](https://literaryyard.com/2013/01/13/12/): Irrespective of current novelists in India, what drew editor’s interest most was a mythological novel–‘Asura–Tale of the Vanquished’ by Anand Neelakantan. It is author’s debut book and really impresses with out of the league approach of treating a malevolent character... - [Online bookstores let you buy more books](https://literaryyard.com/2013/01/13/online-bookstores-lets-you-buy-more-books/): When buying a book–fiction, poetry, general–what do you do, where do you go to? Are you still buying books from bookstores in the mall near your house? Are you scared of going online and finding books on multiple online bookstores?... - [Poem: Dear little Cecilia](https://literaryyard.com/2014/05/21/poem-dear-little-cecilia/): By: Aneesha Roy Dear little Cecilia, sprightly, contumacious, Tiptoed to her room; carefree, audacious, She was to star in a little skit In a few days, too soon. She expected no laurels, no exalted praise, But was determined to give... - [Poem: A Slip of Tongue](https://literaryyard.com/2014/05/21/poem-a-slip-of-tongue/): By: Aneesha Roy An unsolicited phrase of reproach Escaped my lips today. It was undeserved and rude And perhaps directed at Her rawest nerve. She said nothing much in defence. She was too hurt to speak. No execration, no distasteful... - [Poem: Ravished](https://literaryyard.com/2014/05/21/poem-ravished/): By: Aneesha Roy She strolls into her study in Her characteristic, Neanderthal gait; Her shoulders drooping, Her skin misted with sweat; Her breath heavy And her day laid waste. She approaches her mahogany desk Under the ornate ceiling And devours... - [Story: Finding Level](https://literaryyard.com/2014/05/15/story-finding-level/): By: Raymond Greiner My name is Howard Woodward. I have lived in this city for twenty years, have a good paying job and live in an up scale apartment. During formative years I dreamed of city life, an ever-busy place... - [Saboteur: An interview with a domestic insurgent](https://literaryyard.com/2014/05/13/saboteur-an-interview-with-a-domestic-insurgent/): By: William T. Hathaway From the book RADICAL PEACE: People Refusing War   I first met the man we’ll call Trucker in 1970 at a rally against the Vietnam War. Our demo was going to start on the Berkeley campus... - [Poem: Viola da Gamba](https://literaryyard.com/2014/05/11/poem-viola-da-gamba/): By: Milt Montague Bows dancing on strings Sounds piercing my heart Searing my soul A plaintive cry Out of the past The Renaissance Reconnecting To the ancients Lights on once more After a long desolate night Viola da Gamba’s sonority... - [Poem: Areca Palm](https://literaryyard.com/2014/05/11/poem-areca-palm/): By: Mit Montague fifteen years ago it arrived barely one foot high a gift from Evelyn’s son Steve after her knee surgery the years have slipped by Evy’s leg healed beautifully restoring pain-free mobility to our active lives the tree... - [Poem: a glass of wine](https://literaryyard.com/2014/05/11/poem-a-glass-of-wine/): By: Milt Montague a glass of wine is fine red or white will do as well to relax both mind and body enhance enjoyment of a meal promote conviviality drink a toast to loved ones who make us greater than... - [An appeal to readers for donations](https://literaryyard.com/2014/05/10/an-appeal-to-readers-for-donations/): The Literary Yard in order to improve the backend and enhance the front-end of the website seeks support from its vast community of authors, readers and followers, among others. Since its inception in March 2013, the e-journal has established its name worldwide, but... - [Story: The Flask of Paterfamilias](https://literaryyard.com/2014/05/09/story-the-flask-of-paterfamilias/): By: Paulo Lorenzo L Garcia IT was a dark and dreary midnight, tenebrous rain clouds hovered pensively up in the sky, swirling back and forth to conceal the moon. The silver rays of moonlight had once again unveiled itself upon... - [Story: The Song](https://literaryyard.com/2014/05/08/story-the-song/): By: Debadatta Pati ‘Mile sur mera tumhara’ was my mother’s favorite song when I was hitting puberty. I was twelve, maybe thirteen. I don’t remember the exact time when she started humming this song all the time. The song had... - [Mountain Echoes Literary Festival 2014 to be held in Bhutan](https://literaryyard.com/2014/05/08/mountain-echoes-literary-festival-2014-to-be-held-in-bhutan/): Mountain Echoes Literary Festival, which turns five this year, claims to bring together writers, biographers, historians, environmentalists, scholars, photographers, poets, musicians, artists and film-makers to engage in cultural dialogue, share stories, create memories for  three blissful days in the mountains.... - [Story: Only Kindness Matters](https://literaryyard.com/2014/05/07/story-only-kindness-matters/): (Part of the Colors That Bind Triology) By: Linda M. Crate The queen paced around the banquet hall nervously, wringing her hands. She knew this news wasn’t going to go over well. The counsel of fae had glared dangerously at... - [Poem: The Tea Shop](https://literaryyard.com/2014/05/06/poem-the-tea-shop/): By: Adreyo Sen Those tea shops are the happiest that are unaware that they have a heart, a heart that unseen and lonely and overlooked. calms Impatience fuming in and out to get itself a latte. This tea shop too has... - [Poem: Walks](https://literaryyard.com/2014/05/05/poem-walks/): By: JD DeHart Our walks began at the old house later burned by my uncles, and location of the rust-reddened refrigerator that trapped my oldest brother, nearly killing him. Then our feet would continue past the tin sheet that covered... - [Poem: The Bird Fence](https://literaryyard.com/2014/05/05/poem-the-bird-fence/): By: JD DeHart Two blackbirds sitting on the fence, one slightly lower in its stance, watch us pass by as if they should be two old ladies, reincarnated as birds. Somewhere close, a dove has twigged together a small nest,... - [Poem: Antler Tree](https://literaryyard.com/2014/05/05/poem-antler-tree/): By: JD DeHart Wind shook the world, rattled the leaves and we found ourselves trembling too, traveling to the extremities of the manse, walking among the diligent gardeners silent in their rich dark toils and wars, spraying parasite chemicals, dropping... - [Poem: Inspiration](https://literaryyard.com/2014/05/04/poem-inspiration/): By: Debleena Majumdar I went searching for inspiration, Empty bowl in hand; Boss dumped a project, Friend cribbed a bucket, I ran to empty the bowl, Now full of dirt, wet, sand. I went looking for inspiration, Something to touch the... - [Story: Alaya](https://literaryyard.com/2014/05/02/story-alaya/): By: Kishor It was a month since Alaya saw her counselor. She was in her living room with her best friend when the office worker showed up to get Alaya when she didn’t present herself for counseling even though she... - [Story: Sholay- rekindled](https://literaryyard.com/2014/04/30/story-sholay-rekindled/): By: Khemendra Kumar I felt certain hollowness. It must be due to a long travel. Yes, it was a rather long journey. 16 hours flight from Fiji to Hong Kong, 8 hours idle transit, then 5 hours to Bangalore. Again in... - [Poem: Serendipity](https://literaryyard.com/2014/04/28/poem-serendipity/): By: Paulo Lorenzo Garcia Image upon the waters placid I had invoked From the corners of my mind An interminable stream Image upon the waters placid Free and fair, the maiden with flaxen hair. Sun rays reflected in the waters... - [Poem: THE PORTRAIT OF A LOVER](https://literaryyard.com/2014/04/28/poem-the-portrait-of-a-lover/): By: Paulo Lorenzo Garcia Gently, I muse a digit weeping lorn of love’s keeping; lulled by nothing but a rancorous clanging of a heart scarcely beating and a memory, distant yet fresh and vivid she visits me while I’m sleeping.... - [Poem: For The Wine Maker](https://literaryyard.com/2014/04/27/poem-for-the-wine-maker/): By: Barbara Caceres She had no knowledge of your plans the tools you’d use to escape wanting only to bask in this year’s vintage she asked no questions held no suspicions and when your demeanor calmed and you called to... - [Poem: Tell Me Why](https://literaryyard.com/2014/04/27/poem-tell-me-why/): By: Barbara Caceres You can’t find beach glass on this beach anymore the artists have taken it carried it away by the bucketful hidden it in the closets of their bungalows convincing themselves it can no longer be shared with... - [Poem: The Distance Between Rooms](https://literaryyard.com/2014/04/27/poem-the-distance-between-rooms/): By: Barbara Caceres And he would not go when she wanted him to would not leave her with the speed of a Maserati or the stealth of a nighttime bomber he lingered and hovered and made his presence known playing... - [Essay: Techno Logic](https://literaryyard.com/2014/04/25/essay-techno-logic/): By: Raymond Greiner I recently received an e-mail message with an attached photo exhibiting a group of soldiers proudly surrounding a newly developed “bunker busting” bomb. The text of the message explained this was no ordinary bomb, constructed using state... - [Story: The Mystic Rider](https://literaryyard.com/2014/04/23/story-the-mystic-rider/): By: N. B. Yomi After school during soccer practice, a slender girl with short blonde hair that went down to her shoulders practiced with her team for until 7p.m., before she went to the locker room to change. After she... - [Release: Thriller Novel ‘Maya’](https://literaryyard.com/2014/04/23/release-thriller-novel-maya/): Recently launched book “Maya” by a debut author Satishsrinivas is a psychological thriller, about the mysterious life of an innocent girl named Akshara who has wandered away from her kingdom. Some greedy people for their own selfish reasons play with... - [Constructing the Image: Parallels Between Pointillism and Poetry](https://literaryyard.com/2014/04/22/constructing-the-image-parallels-between-pointillism-and-poetry/): By: Robert Eastwood Although he considered painting a “nobler” art, the polymath Leonardo da Vinci wrote, “Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen.” Connection between the two art forms... - [Poem: Fiction Never Lies](https://literaryyard.com/2014/04/21/poem-fiction-never-lies/): By: Reese Scott jesus aligned himself with the autistic, the slow and retarded they followed directions jumping up and down till there ankles would brake jumping off hills and mountain jesus had a good sense of humor and made sure... - [Poem: Balloon Child](https://literaryyard.com/2014/04/21/poem-balloon-child/): By: Reese Scott Kissing while you are sleeping over dreams that have been blessed with fire as dancers march in rigid steps wallowing over minds and rings over there in the corner sits a child hat on tight blocking the... - [Poem: Leslie's Teeth](https://literaryyard.com/2014/04/21/poem-leslies-teeth/): By: Reese Scott Winter is coming as I look out my window I can see the snow my radiator is turned on and as always my arms are tied tight behind my back the food is in the refrigerator and... - [Poem: The man who sat at the table](https://literaryyard.com/2014/04/20/poem-the-man-who-sat-at-the-table/): By: Saleh Sharif He sat at the table He ate what was given He greeted all who passed, and the ones sitting at the table What appeared was a man, like all who lived Wore a watch and a tie... - [Poem: Straining at the Seams](https://literaryyard.com/2014/04/18/poem-straining-at-the-seams/): By: Priya Anand Flip-flops slap the muddy ground Stained by liquids best left unanalysed A gawkish stance on reed thin legs A faded floral print that touches scabby knees Eyes that have long seen and only begun To comprehend the... - [Poem: The Lady of Dahn has gone the castle keep](https://literaryyard.com/2014/04/17/poem-the-lady-of-dahn-has-gone-the-castle-keep/): By: M.F. Nagel The Lady of Dahn has gone the castle keep Gone the tallest tower Gone with the boy child Gone this Christ-mass eve. Burn My lord Burn White candles in black chapels. Hear bells Chiming bells Chiming A... - [Poem: Now is the month of Maying](https://literaryyard.com/2014/04/17/poem-now-is-the-month-of-maying/): By: M.F. Nagel Now is the month of maying; Dance; For broken consorts (April was my mistress.) Now is the month of maying Sing we-chant it; A mass for four voices Smilieth bonnie lasses smilieth O’ care thou wilt dispatch... - [Poem: Love or a trick of light](https://literaryyard.com/2014/04/17/poem-love-or-a-trick-of-light/): By: M.F. Nagel Love or a trick of light. Somewhere East of the the pale moons of twilight Cometh the iceman Sing ‘in memory in vespers’; In sacrarium; in sacrarium (Has~d herself, himself given whole life all pleasures~ For sale... - [White Doves Will Fly Above The Lie](https://literaryyard.com/2014/04/15/story-white-doves-will-fly-above-the-lie/):   By: P. M. Merlot “White doves will fly from her wedding cake.” Those were words from a young mother’s dream of her daughter’s wedding day. My cousin’s words. An idea I could not imagine, but I could imagine being... - [Story: The Parrot - Prose](https://literaryyard.com/2014/04/14/story-the-parrot-prose/): By:   Sam Rapth   When inspector Ranjan, came to the Scene of Crime, the individual house at Vasantha Vihar on the ECR of Chennai, photo session was going on. The house was lonely in the street and there stood a Renault... - [Story: Laid Bare](https://literaryyard.com/2014/04/12/story-laid-bare/): By: Shyama Laxman 12 September 2000 Kabir is finally getting married. Soon he will have a new person in his life. No longer would he feel the need to reach out to me, in times of distress or elation, because there... - [Story: Brooklyn Bridge – Arch No. 6](https://literaryyard.com/2014/04/11/story-brooklyn-bridge-arch-no-6/): By: Gaither Stewart That morning an unexpected snow had fallen feather-light on the streets of East Harlem. But after lunch the wind blowing across the river from Queens and the ocean dissipated the black clouds and the winter sun returned.... - [Poem: The Nocturnal Birds and Me](https://literaryyard.com/2014/04/10/poem-the-nocturnal-birds-and-me/): By: Kousik Adhikari Generally the nocturnal birds begin their journey at this time When there is darkness at night, Nowadays I dedicate Some of my hours to watch them Sitting peacefully on my open rooftop, In the ancient easy chair of... - [Review: Understanding Marx](https://literaryyard.com/2014/04/09/review-understanding-marx/):   By William T. Hathaway Review of Crisis and Change Today By Peter Knapp and Alan J. Spector Knapp and Spector have written a superb introduction to Marxist thought, a much-needed one, since reading Marx can be a daunting task.... - [Story: Double Whammy](https://literaryyard.com/2014/04/08/story-double-whammy/): By: Ram Govardhan Beauty and brains seldom come together; that is, one rarely stumbles on a stunner with extraordinary intellect as opposed to ubiquitous plain looks with average wits. But, of all the deserving girls in town, such rarity befell... - [Story: “And So On”](https://literaryyard.com/2014/04/07/story-and-so-on/):   By: Brian Vowels Iuliia sat and wept in the window seat of Row 25 on one of the almost daily Aeroflot flights from Guangzhou to Moscow. The airplane was, on the whole, empty and she had the entire row... - [Story: 'My Trampled Rose'](https://literaryyard.com/2014/04/04/story-my-trampled-rose/): By: Miss Jenny “Honey, fetch all my shirts from mom”, said dad packing up his things. “Dad I don’t want you to go. Please stay with me. I need your support. Please don’t go abroad. Run your business here. Please... - [Story: The Art of the Deal South of Pinos Altos](https://literaryyard.com/2014/04/03/story-the-art-of-the-deal-south-of-pinos-altos/): By: Nadine Lockhart Jenny swerves into the Enchanted Villas, a small plot of land and what looked like outbuildings just north of Silver City, New Mexico, owned by a homely woman and her husband. The couple rent out small rooms... - [Keep On Rockin'](https://literaryyard.com/2014/04/02/keep-on-rockin/): By William T. Hathaway From the Book RADICAL PEACE: People Refusing War   RADICAL PEACE is a collection of reports from peace activists in the USA, Europe, Iraq, and Afghanistan. An American exchange student in one of my courses here... - [Poem: Matrix](https://literaryyard.com/2014/04/01/poem-matrix/): By: JD DeHart We should develop a matrix The business suit declares It is pristine white and unmarked Swiveling a chair half-circle Trying on the word matrix Like a new misunderstood hat. - [Poem: Garnet](https://literaryyard.com/2014/04/01/poem-garnet/): By: JD DeHart We talked hours about Native American life Because I wanted to be one I had a whole book She even unearthed obsidian Arrowheads and gave it to me It rests in a plastic box upstairs Small memorial... - [Poem: Nabokovian](https://literaryyard.com/2014/04/01/poem-nabokovian/): By: JD DeHart The first time I met Nabokov I only wanted to read him because I knew Lolita was tawdry, a reason Steeped in juvenile thought Quickly, I saw the poetic movement Finding his voice through transparent Embers of... - [Story: Life can be perfect](https://literaryyard.com/2014/03/31/story-life-can-be-perfect/):   By: Reese Scott They weren’t anyone anymore. They were just still here. They didn’t expect very much. Because there was nothing to expect. This is where they lived. Jane. 52 years old. She married at nineteen. Had a daughter... - [Poem: Rented Bodies](https://literaryyard.com/2014/03/30/poem-rented-bodies/): By: Aditi Angiras It arrived in its rented bodies unannounced as usual. I was on the flip-side, hanging out memories like white linen, drying out in the sun. Summers almost gone lips parched with desire. Now it’s all moonlights and rainy... - [Poem: Bell Jars](https://literaryyard.com/2014/03/30/poem-bell-jars/): By: Aditi Angiras Alone and lonely, simultaneously. It’s like a double or a shot whiskey on the rocks, elixir from the top. Each year, depression kills more love than people. All I want to do is break empty glass bell jars... - [Poem: Riverside Park](https://literaryyard.com/2014/03/29/poem-riverside-park/): By: Milt Montague long skinny fingers grasping for something reaching up, up to the clouds while anchored firmly in the earth crowded together for mutual support limbs once covered by leaves, now bare alive with bird and other flitting creatures... - [Poem: Rain drops](https://literaryyard.com/2014/03/29/poem-rain-drops/): By: Milt Montague tears of the gods mourning their creation their ultimate achievement the final opus and crowning glory an utter disaster they loved creating the varied species of life then dispersing them all over both above and below the... - [Poem: happenstance](https://literaryyard.com/2014/03/29/poem-happenstance/): By: Millt Montague once their mothers hope and joy their fathers dream of the future now a grandchild’s faint memory soon a two line bio on a gravestone two old men cherish a memory of a short togetherness a moment... - [Essay: Universal Consciousness](https://literaryyard.com/2014/03/29/essay-universal-consciousness/): By: Clarence Greiner Awareness represents the first and least challenging step toward understanding. It’s a given that we know the Universe exists, opening a range of questions regarding its manner of importance, how it bears on earthly life historically, currently... - [Poem: Aam Adami](https://literaryyard.com/2014/03/24/poem-aam-adami/): By: Chandra Shekhar Dubey   I am aam adami I work in fields, factories I struggle to save my body and soul In resourceless villages and soulless cities Que up for ration, buses and labour joints To be hired and... - [Story: Liquidating Perry](https://literaryyard.com/2014/03/24/story-liquidating-perry/): By: Zachary Amendt It’s a nuts life, too nuts for memoir. Any sense we make of it is made not by immersion but by piecemeal, by slumming and delving. By hearsay. Some guys are always bridesmaids. It is unbearable to... - [The Split](https://literaryyard.com/2014/03/21/the-split/): By: William T. Hathaway Differences over Israel tear apart a Jewish marriage   From the Book RADICAL PEACE: People Refusing War Stan and Hannah Cooper are friends of mine from college days. Both are Jewish, but they have diametrically opposed... - [Poem: Love in spring](https://literaryyard.com/2014/03/21/poem-love-in-spring/): By: Akash Vikas Rumade As clock ticked spring, I proposed to be her king. But she wasn’t ready to be my queen, Since then grass hasn’t been green! - [Book launch: Sixteen Small Deaths: A Collection of Stories](https://literaryyard.com/2014/03/19/book-launch-sixteen-small-deaths-a-collection-of-stories/): Sixteen Small Deaths, according to the publisher, is a collection of short fiction culled from nearly a decade of work from Boston-based author, Christopher J. Dwyer. The stories in the collection skirt the edges of noir, horror and science-fiction, sometimes... - [Poem: Hymn to Banaras](https://literaryyard.com/2014/03/18/poem-hymn-to-banaras/): By: Kousik Adhikari   The Ganga walks mildly cradling Banaras and its Lord in her lap, In the evening thousand suns burn Throughout the steps of Dasaswamedh Ghat, Fires illuminating the world and her glowing face, Fire fires all. Resonance of... - [Poem: Whistles In The Wind](https://literaryyard.com/2014/03/17/poem-whistles-in-the-wind/): By: G David Schwartz Whistles in the wind around September begin again now stand with a friend The dog is a mutt a very annoying hunt barking up the rut I listened to you Not because you are my wife... - [Story: Fishing for Pumpkinseeds](https://literaryyard.com/2014/03/14/story-fishing-for-pumpkinseeds/): By: Richard Luftig Chuck-E-Cheese was created for guys like me. Divorced men who see their kids on weekends. Children who, as they get older, don’t want to leave their friends in order to spend boring time with their fathers. In my... - [Shadows of Time](https://literaryyard.com/2014/03/13/shadows-of-time/): By: Raymond Greiner In the early 60’s I lived and worked in Detroit. During this time Detroit was an active, vibrant and thriving metropolis not the hollow place it is today. As I drove to work daily I passed a small... - [Story: The child that died without time](https://literaryyard.com/2014/03/12/story-the-child-that-died-without-time/): By: Reese Scott When he was born he didn’t sleep. His mother went insane and slept under neighbors’ cars, in garbage cans, slept with the elderly, the dying and the children. After she died, he began to sleep. And he... - [Sahitya Akademi awards Indian Authors](https://literaryyard.com/2014/03/12/sahitya-akademi-awards-indian-authors/): The Sahitya Akademi yesterday gave away literary awards at its ongoing annual “Festival of Letters”. The awards recognized the contributions of famous poets–Javed Akhtar (Urdu), Subodh Sarkar (Bengali) and Ambika Dutt (Rajasthani). The Akademi also awarded the novelists such as... - [Poem: Frame Narrative](https://literaryyard.com/2014/03/11/poem-frame-narrative/): By: JD DeHard As we discuss what is for dinner I notice the thin rail above our heads Looking left and right, I see Almost invisible, the line enclosing us I turn to you, you turn to me We are... - [Poem: The Requiem for a Neighbor](https://literaryyard.com/2014/03/11/poem-the-requiem-for-a-neighbor/): By: JD DeHart I never would have learned to double-lace If not for him, and would still have strapping Sounds of my shoe strings hitting sidewalks The children in the yard call Marco No one is there to reciprocate, even... - [Poem: Cupbearer](https://literaryyard.com/2014/03/11/poem-cupbearer/): By: JD DeHart Imagine the job, sipping the cup Knowing there may be poison Do you love the king Or is this only the best you can Find, or are you a person of faith Ancient snake-handler of sorts Taking... - [Poem: Citations Speak Louder Than Words](https://literaryyard.com/2014/03/11/poem-citations-speak-louder-than-words/): By: JD DeHart We learn from the eminent professor That we have nothing to say in research That someone else has not already said Nothing to mention that is disconnected From multiple spider web points of study We take our ideas... - [Poem: What’s Your Name, Love?](https://literaryyard.com/2014/03/11/poem-whats-your-name-love/): By: Akash Rumade Phoenix may rise from its flame, but I am not good at this game, for you have been a distressed dame, who can’t even remember my NAME! - [Re-launch: Far From The Tree](https://literaryyard.com/2014/03/10/re-launch-far-from-the-tree/): Sometimes your child – the most familiar person of all – is radically different from you. The saying goes that the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. But what happens when it does? Drawing on interviews with over three... - [Poem: A box of matches](https://literaryyard.com/2014/03/09/poem-a-box-of-matches/): By: Natana Vasuki The harsh exigency of survival Deprives them of subtle felicities of childhood In dim-lit, lime washed rooms Lo! The hopeless little souls… The dream of education has long been erased In their shades of mind They are... - [Story: The Library’s On Fire](https://literaryyard.com/2014/03/08/story-the-librarys-on-fire/): By: Reese Scott   He was surprised by the people that came to his funeral. It didn’t make sense to him. He hadn’t spoken to anyone in some time and here they were. Since he had been dead, Jimmy had... - [Story: The Forest](https://literaryyard.com/2014/03/08/story-the-forest/): By Reese Scott At night the sermons would begin. As I lay in bed and listened, I was unable to locate where the sermons were coming from. I did know they were close. One night I went outside to see... - ['Go green' is my dream!](https://literaryyard.com/2014/03/08/go-green-is-my-dream/): By: Sushmita R Kaneri All day and night, Man seems indulged in greedy fight. Mother Earth was so clean, But no more it is seen. After that dark night, Garbage, junk, pollutants are heaped at great height. All sorts of... - [Poem: Fistful Of Adolescence](https://literaryyard.com/2014/03/06/poem-fistful-of-adolescence/): By: Kakali Biswas Sengupta Translated by:  Soma Roy Stealing the fragrance of youth Breaking waters, grasshoppers fly away to the eternity Like the girl who appears sans make-up Tracing the flight-marks I walk along Become light, become breeze or spellbound... - [Poem: Mind’s Remote Part](https://literaryyard.com/2014/03/05/poem-minds-remote-part/): By: Binoy Mazumdar Translated by: Kousik Adhikari Mind’s remote part, greedy, Eternal receiver, I watch only the blanks, bringing Different warmth, Various winds create the cloudy wave In the remote sky, I think and feel so greedy, After the love.... - [Poem: Two Finished Fishes](https://literaryyard.com/2014/03/05/poem-two-finished-fishes/): By: Kousik Adhikari After the October rain fades out The sky begins blushing like a newly-wed damsel Yet to be rotten in the game of water, the clouds sail out To some nowhere land, I set aside my nets, angling... - [Poem: My Love-Hate Relationship with English Class](https://literaryyard.com/2014/03/04/poem-my-love-hate-relationship-with-english-class/): By: Christopher Wong Timed writings, analyses, poems, And so much more in store. I really should be excited, But I’m not completely. Choice in class? Ha, never heard of it. “You do as I say,” As my teacher always says.... - [An Eland in the Classroom](https://literaryyard.com/2014/03/03/an-eland-in-the-classroom/): By: JD DeHart When I share James Tate poems with my students, they give me the same quizzical expression I am sure I had on my face when I first read “An Eland in Retirement.” After all, I was not... - [Essay: The Pendulum Swings](https://literaryyard.com/2014/02/28/essay-the-pendulum-swings/): By: Raymond Greiner   The chords of harmony are not ringing in key, as the promised changes remain pending, lacking definition and substance. Advancements in technology have escalated globally as social and economic equality continues to seek stability. Disorder and uncertainty... - [Interview: Johnny Walton's ‘The Moonlighter’](https://literaryyard.com/2014/02/26/interview-johnny-waltons-the-moonlighter/): By: Zachary Amendt Johnny Walton lives in Charleston, S.C., home of Tara Lipinski. He teaches Navy recruits how to operate nuclear reactors on submarines. ‘The Moonlighter’ (KBR, 2013) is his first novel. ZA: The Moonlighter feels authentically collegiate, which is... - [Poem: frozen](https://literaryyard.com/2014/02/25/poem-frozen/): By: Linda M. Crate baby,it’s cold outsidelike thenightswe used to walkhometogether in;and it made me wantto cry whenjack frost whispered yourname in the ice—chilled meto the bone,andi’ve never felt so numbbefore in mylife;you were someone i thoughti could trust—didn’t realizeyouwere... - [Poem: beauty of silence](https://literaryyard.com/2014/02/25/poem-beauty-of-silence/): By: Linda M Crate you miss me? she claimed to and then ended our friendship over something petty and juvenile as me not answering a text whilst i was working, and it must be nice to live in a delusional... - [Poem: succubus](https://literaryyard.com/2014/02/25/poem-succubus/): By: Linda M. Crate you’re a loadedgod complexcocked and pulledshot me straight throughthe heart,and my stained glasssoul is stillreeling in the silver ofyour melancholy;giving love a bad namebecause the onlychess gameyou’ll play is lust—lulled me into afalse sense of securityjust... - [Servants of the Goddess: The Modern-day Devadasis](https://literaryyard.com/2014/02/25/servants-of-the-goddess-the-modern-day-devadasis/): Servents of the Goddess is a pioneering account of contemporary devadasis—women forced to spend their lives serving the gods and servicing the males of an ancient fertility cult in Karnataka. Servants of the Goddess tells the heartbreaking and life-affirming stories... - [Poem: Love’s Language](https://literaryyard.com/2014/02/23/poem-loves-language/): By: Chandra Shekhar Dubey I feel presence of my being In your glaring eyes where streams Of untold miseries flow to weave A world of aborted desires, unfulfilled dreams. Your pale face tells the days spent in miseries. I feel... - [Poem: Rushing In Place](https://literaryyard.com/2014/02/21/poem-rushing-in-place/): By: B.A. Varghese The green leaves crush and crackle underfoot leaving a trail along strong brown trunks that pierce wispy clouds in the sapphire sky. I leave footprints behind in the soft ground and crushed grass, in accord with and... - [Story: Francisco Gets A Handle on Life](https://literaryyard.com/2014/02/20/story-francisci-gets-a-handle-on-life/): By: Gaither Stewart   “You don’t have any idea what the real world is,” Juan Francisco said softly, looking up from his easel and scowling at her curled form in the narrow bed a few steps away. “You’re thirty years... - [Story: For a Virgin](https://literaryyard.com/2014/02/19/story-for-a-virgin/): By: Sam Rapth At the centre of the glowing Lenovo screen, in a 600 * 500 pixel tiny window, Jack Orbit was shown, the heavens. The heavens were two. Both belonged to a girl who was proud showcasing her assets through... - [Nikhil Chandwani Launches his book Unsung Words at World Book Fair 2014](https://literaryyard.com/2014/02/18/nikhil-chandwani-launches-his-book-unsung-words-at-world-book-fair-2014/): Nikhil Chandwani launched his poetry book Unsung Words at the World Book Fair 2014. Nikhil Chandwani’s Unsung Words is published by Omji Publishing House. It was released by Sumeet Kumar, founder of Mystic Wanderer Innovative Media. While launching the book,... - [A Hinglish Play, 'The Good, The Bad and The Bolly (Wood)' being staged](https://literaryyard.com/2014/02/18/a-hinglish-play-the-good-the-bad-and-the-bolly-wood-being-staged/): A Hinglish play, The Good, The Bad and The Bolly (Wood) by “Free Parking Entertainment”, an initiative of MSOSA (Modern School Old Students Association) will be staged. This is MSOSA’s 50th Annual Production being held at Kamani Auditorium, Copernicus Marg,... - [Story: Christmas Is Dead](https://literaryyard.com/2014/02/18/story-christmas-is-dead/): By: Reese Scott It took time to get out of bed now. His legs hurt. His feet were swollen. His face was cracking. Age isn’t kind. Mr. Foldoff had thought he would never get old. Now he hides from his... - [Story: 110 Roots](https://literaryyard.com/2014/02/17/story-110-roots/): By: Maya Unnikrishn​an The phone rang around 10.00 pm. Mother answered. Hello, Tharayil veed aaono? (Is it Tharayil house?) Adhe. (Yes) Naale varunu sthalam pootan . (I am coming tomorrow to dig the land) Adhu shari she replied yepol varum ?... - [President of India Inaugurates the New Delhi World Book Fair 2014](https://literaryyard.com/2014/02/17/president-of-india-inaugurates-the-new-delhi-world-book-fair-2014/): The President Pranab Mukherjee inaugurated the New Delhi World Book Fair 2014. Speaking on the occasion, he said that an international book fair of this magnitude is one of the best manifestations of India’s liberal, democratic, multi-lingual, multi-cultural and secular... - [Vishv Books launches fun reading series at the World Book Fair](https://literaryyard.com/2014/02/17/vishv-books-launches-fun-reading-series-at-the-world-book-fair/): On the first day of  22nd edition of New Delhi World Book Fair 2014, Vishv Books unveiled 10 new books from the series “ Read and Grow’ for promoting reading habits in young children at their exhibition Stall No. 67... - [Story: The White Elephant Stall](https://literaryyard.com/2013/08/06/story-the-white-elephant-stall/): By Vanessa Cutts The sign said the Post Office closes at 2pm. It was 3pm and thirty two degrees in the suffocating humidity. Monkeys were foraging in residential gardens then returning back across the road into the bamboo and palms.... - [Story: The Blues](https://literaryyard.com/2013/08/05/story-the-blues/): By: Raymond Greiner Gazing out the single window of my small apartment the view is a littered alley with overturned trashcans. Two cats feud over food scraps and a homeless man sleeps in the fetal position on a sheet of... - [Comrades in Arms](https://literaryyard.com/2013/08/04/comrades-in-arms/): By William T. Hathaway From the Book RADICAL PEACE: People Refusing War RADICAL PEACE is a collection of reports from activists about their efforts to change our warrior culture. This chapter was contributed by an ex-soldier. Hi Mr. Hathaway, I... - [Poem: The Beggar](https://literaryyard.com/2013/08/04/poem-the-beggar/): By: Adreyo Sen You don’t need to look away till you realize she has your sister’s eyes. It’s the blackened, tear-smothered, matted-haired, haggard smell of your sister’s shame that follows you slyly as you drive by.   ******** [Adreyo Sen,... - [Poem: The Living Room](https://literaryyard.com/2013/08/04/poem-the-living-room/): By: Adreyo Sen It rained. My living room smelt of the damp. The flowers were trapped in their silences. Outside the living room that was the street was destroyed. The gathered came away. The kettle was locked back up. The children... - [Poem: A Lost Way](https://literaryyard.com/2013/08/04/poem-a-lost-way/): By: Kousik Adhikari You came running Splashing your eyes, Covering your face With the blue handkerchief Of some unheard design, Reminding me of the earth Out of black hole, ‘Oh! Can’t you hear me?’ It was a terrible afternoon At southern... - [Poem: This Forbidden Sea](https://literaryyard.com/2013/08/04/poem-this-forbidden-sea/):   By: Kousik Adhikari I used to say often ‘There’s no dream for us’, You bend your ivory face With a half serious smile, The room is a world With finer walls and no common Windows, did we know then? It... - [Happy Birthday, a collection of short stories by Meghna Pant](https://literaryyard.com/2013/08/03/happy-birthday-a-collection-of-short-stories-by-meghna-pant/): Meghna Pant who has already garnered accolades with her novel One & a Half Wife, has now written what her publisher’s note says “a beautifully written, compelling and emotionally intelligent collection of short stories.” An imprint of Vintage Books, Happy... - [Edgar Allan Poe manuscript 'The Conquerer Worm' sells for $300,000](https://literaryyard.com/2013/08/02/edgar-allan-poe-manuscript-the-conquerer-worm-sells-for-300000/): A poem can make our off-springs or maybe grandchild’s grandchildren rich in one go. You wanna know how. An original manuscript of a poem written by Edgar Allan Poe has recently sold for $300,000 at an auction in Massachusetts in... - [A Self-destroying Career?](https://literaryyard.com/2013/08/02/a-self-destroying-career/): What kind of a feeling runs through your veins when you hear of a dead author’s work garnering thousands of dollars in auctions? Does it surprise you, enthrall you or make you respect that author even more? Believe me none... - [Essay: Immortality? Perhaps](https://literaryyard.com/2013/08/01/essay-immortality-perhaps/): By: Patricia Daly-Lipe At times I wonder – what Just wonder what is meant By the wonders that I’ve wondered In times long past and spent.  (Daly Highleyman, author’s father)   Belief in God does not lead to a linear or one... - [Five Indo-Anglian Must Reads](https://literaryyard.com/2013/08/01/five-indo-anglian-must-reads/): By: Konika Mukherjee There are a lot of novels written in India every year in English. In some of them we can actually see a class of their own. However, a number of them deserve no more than a single read... - [Story: South America in Egypt](https://literaryyard.com/2013/07/31/story-south-america-in-egypt/): By Mariam Shaalan Everything goes for a reason. It goes to leave you wondering in the sunlight of sixth of October, a city. But he did it on purpose. He made our garden in the house we bought look and... - [Story: Myrna’s Story](https://literaryyard.com/2013/07/30/story-myrnas-story/): By: Raymond Greiner Myrna Davis was born in 1950 and raised in an American mid western town. A beautiful child genetically influenced by her mother combining with her quick and agile mind. Myrna was chosen homecoming queen in her high... - [The Real War Heroes](https://literaryyard.com/2013/07/29/the-real-war-heroes/): By William T. Hathaway From the book RADICAL PEACE: People Refusing War “That must be them.” Petra took one hand off the steering wheel and pointed to a group of soldiers about two hundred meters away, standing along our road... - [The Road Less Traveled](https://literaryyard.com/2013/07/29/the-road-less-traveled/): By: Raymond Greiner Travel and roads are synonymous lending credence to the popular philosophical phrase “Life is a journey not a destination.” Contemplating travel and roads metaphorically stirs a range of thoughts. The Universe exhibits infinite molecular diversity in a... - [Conflict in Achebe's Arrow of God](https://literaryyard.com/2013/07/28/arrow-of-god/): By: Sai Diwan   Take care then, mother’s son, lest you become a dancer disinherited in mid dance Chinua Achebe (Beware, Soul Brother)   These lucid lines provide the justification for the cacophony of various intertwined conflicts in Chinua Achebe’s Arrow... - [Story: Newly Retired](https://literaryyard.com/2013/07/27/story-newly-retired/): By: Fred Miller Like kelp in a gentle neap tide wave, his hair floated about, his head bobbing as if engaged in a silly Halloween game. His outstretched arms looked prepared to receive unseen friends from the depths below. No... - [Poem: Me and You](https://literaryyard.com/2013/07/26/poem-me-and-you/):   By: Bamgbose Gabriel  In your fears And tears I share When you ache I break When you are grieved I am bereaved I bear your curse And your shame – My cross of crucifixion – Because you are the... - [Tonepoem: "Two Strikes you're out!"](https://literaryyard.com/2013/07/26/tonepoem-two-strikes-youre-out/): By: Vilhotti The Greek gods and some lesser ones known as Chicanery, Gotcha, Adam Smith’s hand up your ass, Morta Fama and Doom sat watching this game they had encountered many many years before; seeing the likes of the great... - [Poem: The Glow After Afterglow](https://literaryyard.com/2013/07/25/poem-the-glow-after-afterglow/): By: Fredrik M Zander Yesterday’s saturation’s all a memory now, And the promise of this shining day Seems to have left me jaded for a moment Before I took my eyes where I put them, In compelling grass, Outside the... - [Story: Softly Come Her Steps](https://literaryyard.com/2013/07/24/story-softly-come-her-steps/): By: Khanh Ha 1 The letter said, “Madame Thị Lan is very ill. Be kindly advised of our necessary action to be taken for gravely ill residents. This will be the only correspondence from this office to our resident’s family... - [Poem: Hansel And Greta](https://literaryyard.com/2013/07/23/poem-hansel-and-greta/): By: G David Schwartz I live in Cincinnata I have all my life Mostly anyway And now here with my lovely wife She is a handsome woman Except when she calls me Hansel. Hansel! That just ought not be I... - [Poem: I Just Sit Here Thinking](https://literaryyard.com/2013/07/23/poem-i-just-sit-here-thinking/): By: G David Schwartz I just sit here thinking Why are there so many bees and why is there snow And where are my keys I do sit here and think It is difficult to blink Or break glasses when... - [Poem: Nature's Proposal](https://literaryyard.com/2013/07/22/poem-natures-proposal/): By: Linda M. Crate nature proposed to me with a rose and i said yes for she smells sweeter than the lies you drink so heavily of her musk finer than cologne shuddering confessions of lust silk softer than the... - [Poem: Connection](https://literaryyard.com/2013/07/22/poem-connection/): By: Linda M. Crate intimate dance beneath the sheets two tangoing hearts beating in sync the whole world paused forgotten as breaths beat with the ferocity of an angry rain lashing the windows — all that exists is you and... - [Story: The Institution - An Asylum-like Boarding School](https://literaryyard.com/2013/07/21/story-the-institution-an-asylum-like-boarding-school/): By: Kailash Sundaram The new Student McMurphy stands looking a minute, his hair out long and beard real shaggy. His And 1 Basketball Shorts sag below his boxers, almost like he’s inviting girls to check out his ass. His faded... - [Poem: Yet Another Day](https://literaryyard.com/2013/07/21/poem-yet-another-day/): By: Adesina Idris D. Yet another day. A day to right wrongs. A day not to wrong rights. A day to check the plugs The oil in the engine The fuel level The overall working combustions And not the external body!... - [Poem: The Victims](https://literaryyard.com/2013/07/21/poem-the-victims/): By: Adesina Idris D. The day was bright Such a day was good in sight! But a sound came with aplomb Deafening was it cos it was a bomb! Helter skelter we ran Searching for shelter that we can Find to... - [Poem: Desire](https://literaryyard.com/2013/07/20/poem-desire/): By: Shailendra Chauhan Translated By: Balkrishna Kabra ‘Etesh’ I left behind Sorrows Adversities I adopted silence No talks I walked Behind them For sometime Who misled me Later I found myself In the other direction I bowed down To the red... - [Poem: On the edge of time](https://literaryyard.com/2013/07/20/poem-on-the-edge-of-time/):   By: Shailendra Chauhan Translated by: Balkrishna Kabra ‘Etesh’ On the edge of time Withered is mind Lowered are Senses Cherished desire hangs Carefully like an arch Frigidity domineers Body and mind It’s hard To escape unarmed In this difficult time... - [Story: Body Park](https://literaryyard.com/2013/07/19/story-body-park/): By: Michael C. Keith Nearly all the best people are dead!   –– Punch “Hey, I ate a freaking jar of Pickled Snake Head Fish washed down by African Pee Cola, so you can do this,” declared Howie Clarkson. “Yeah,... - [Poem: In the Colored Morning of Light](https://literaryyard.com/2013/07/19/poem-in-the-colored-morning-of-light/): By: Kousik Adhikari In the colored morning of light Twenty insects hover Under the thick edge of green leaves In a wishful play, Like your coming after several storms Like you have to say something just now, It makes me conscious of... - [High Hopes of Rioting in the Streets of Paris](https://literaryyard.com/2013/07/18/high-hopes-of-rioting-in-the-streets-of-paris/): Cara Andréa, I am staying on Rue Marcadet it could be said to be la belle quartier, it starts from Rue Caulaincourt like St Germaine and ends on Rue Clignancourt the veritable ghetto. I am typing from a Parisian brasserie... - [If the Sea Were Whisky](https://literaryyard.com/2013/07/18/if-the-sea-were-whisky/): By Fayroze Lutta To you, Your surname means youthful, tender, smooth and in French pronounced souplé and all for me crémeuse. As you talk to a crowd you have an awkward stammer and stutter, slightly punctuating your speech .The way... - [Reflections on the Life and Works of J.R.R. Tolkien](https://literaryyard.com/2013/07/17/reflections-on-the-life-and-works-of-j-r-r-tolkien/): By: Vanessa K. Eccles The most basic writing advice writers ever receive is “write what you know,” but why is that so important? Behind all believable fiction, there is some true experience that the writer drew from his/her own emotions... - [Symbolism in Linda Goodman’s poem, “The Planets”](https://literaryyard.com/2013/07/16/symbolism-in-linda-goodmans-poem-the-planets/): By: Natana Vasuki   Linda Goodman was an ace American astrologer, writer and poet. All her works speak volumes about astrology. She had her own poetic voice and poetic technique of using astrological symbolisms in her poems. She was always deeply... - [Beyond Pipes and Dreams, an Inspirational story of Vithal Balkrishna Gandhi](https://literaryyard.com/2013/07/16/beyond-pipes-and-dreams-by-leena-gandhi-tewari-an-inspirational-of-vithal-balkrishna-gandhi/): Beyond Pipes and Dreams by Leena Gandhi Tewari is a biography of her late husband.  “Many years ago (seven to be precise) I embarked on a journey to discover my roots and to pen down what I thought is the... - [Poem: Lima Beans](https://literaryyard.com/2013/07/15/poem-lima-beans/): By: Claire Scott Every Sunday my mother serves burnt lima beans doused in bitterness and butter. Her special recipe. We tumble in from church where my father sings Bach in the filtered light of stained glass saints. Us kids in... - [Poem: Psych Ward](https://literaryyard.com/2013/07/15/poem-psych-ward/): By: Claire Scott They say a place of healing They say for your own good Doctors with white coats flapping, Starched storks armed with prescription pads like flight attendants. Coffee, tea, wine? Zyprexa, Geodon, Seroquel? Mix and match from day to... - [Story: Leila](https://literaryyard.com/2013/07/13/story-leila/): By: Bob Kalkreuter   Sometimes I think about my life before Cedar Springs. Before Leila. Before all hell broke loose. Although I’ve only been gone a month, it seems like forever. Like something that happened when I was three or... - [Poem: Les Mots that I lack](https://literaryyard.com/2013/07/13/poem-les-mots-that-i-lack/): By: Desirée Jung Quando aprendi a falar estrangeiro I was amazed by the strangeness Inhabiting my corpo, inside me. As palavras take emotions That search and do not find. São suspiros ininterruptos Surfacing my skin. São camadas de ar, That explode... - ["The Indian Uprising" by Donald Barthelme](https://literaryyard.com/2013/07/13/the-indian-uprising-by-donald-barthelme/): By: William T. Hathaway “The Indian Uprising” by Donald Barthelme is an iconic short story of the 1960s heralding the defeat of the US empire and the end of white male dominance. Written as the USA was mired in a... - [Destination: Dnipropetrovsk](https://literaryyard.com/2013/07/12/destination-dnipropetrovsk/): By: R.J. Fox As I headed toward my assigned gate at the Frankfurt International Airport – between my world and the new one that awaited me – I stopped for a bouquet of flowers along the way for my friend,... - [Poem: Snow Falling](https://literaryyard.com/2013/07/11/poem-snow-falling/): By: Duane L. Herrmann Each perfect star – six points miniature perfection uncreateable by hands multitudinous abundance and every one unique, absorbs all sound as they float down blanketing the sounds and ground; a presence here today and melt tomorrow.... - [Poem: Sitting Time](https://literaryyard.com/2013/07/11/poem-sitting-time/): By: Duane L. Herrmann Desperate relief lifetimes of stress, six decades of hell, numblingly welcome to simply sit, and do nothing. So the man sits in blessed relief; sitting, simply sitting: no objective, no goal, no action – to him, amazing... - [Milkha Singh's autobiography The Race of My Life set for launch](https://literaryyard.com/2013/07/11/milkha-singhs-autobiography-the-race-of-my-life-set-for-launch/): Since the release of the much-hyped Hindi movie—’Bhaag Milkha Bhaag’ is around the corner, it is time that people do also know from the legendary athelete his story. Maybe this is the reason Milkha’s autobiography ‘The Race of My Life’... - [Non-Fiction: A Mere Projection](https://literaryyard.com/2013/07/10/non-fiction-a-mere-projection/): By: Charles X. Madruga   The midnight ceiling of my unconscious celestial dome caves in, becomes invaded by slivers of silver light. A blinding alarm clock, like curtains being swung open in the middle of a vacation. My eyes follow... - [Poem: Father I Thank You](https://literaryyard.com/2013/07/10/poem-father-i-thank-you/): By: Mark Williams Father I thank you for watching over me Day and night you bring love into my life Morning until sunlight you gave me Hope, strength of sight to see A life to breathe A love to know Forever... - [Poem: The Wind and The Blue Shadow](https://literaryyard.com/2013/07/09/poem-the-wind-and-the-blue-shadow/): By: Walter William Safar When you want to come home again Just follow the wind. “How shall I know Which wind travels to the street of my childhood?” Ask your life’s compatriot, the blue shadow, Which rushes in front of... - [Poem: Me, The Wind, and The Old Shadow](https://literaryyard.com/2013/07/09/poem-me-the-wind-and-the-old-shadow/): By: Walter William Safar  Me and the eastern wind, surrounded by a wall of honorable antiquity, walk together influenced by our common destiny, and shadows hide across crosses, and drag along cemeteries like the quietest and saddest funeral procession. Next... - [Story: A Nice Dinner](https://literaryyard.com/2013/07/08/story-a-nice-dinner/): By: Vijay Johnson-Tanco My name is John Stature from a wealthy family of scientists. The statures have had a key role in providing a cure for the common cold, which mankind really had no need for. There is quite a lot... - [Poem: "Approved by the Comics Code Authority"](https://literaryyard.com/2013/07/07/poem-approved-by-the-comics-code-authority/): By: Gale Acuff Miss Hooker says I’m going to go to Hell if I don’t stop sinning but I don’t give a damn is what I told her although I really said darn and that was bad enough, I thought I’d... - [Story: Ruby Red](https://literaryyard.com/2013/07/06/story-ruby-red/): By: Raymond Greiner   A vast forest spans Western North Carolina, one of the largest tracts of forested land east of the Mississippi River including Pisgah and Cherokee National Forests extending into Tennessee. In the hamlet of Clear Creek, adjacent to... - [A crime novel: Compass Box Killer](https://literaryyard.com/2013/07/04/a-crime-novel-compass-box-killer/): ‘Compass Box Killer: An Inspector Virkar Crime Thriller‘ is a new novel in crime thriller category set in the by-lanes of Mumbai. Written by Piyush Jha, the novel starts with a murder. One muggy afternoon, a senior police officer is... - [Poem: A Cup of Tea](https://literaryyard.com/2013/07/03/poem-a-cup-of-tea/): By: Kousik Adhikari With that knitted scarf In your hand, you seemed a pakka sahari babu, You sometime call, ‘Dukhia, bring me a cup of tea’, I know, you like the raw with bits of ginger, Churned those delicate taste out,... - [Non-Fiction: My Search For Another Man’s Old House](https://literaryyard.com/2013/07/02/non-fiction-my-search-for-another-mans-old-house/): By: Brett Busang Columbus, Ohio is where my mother went to college for a few years; the painter George Bellows first noticed that he could draw the straight line that is said to elude non-artists; and where James Thurber, known for... - [Poem: And I Wrote it For You...Weep not](https://literaryyard.com/2013/07/01/poem-and-i-wrote-it-for-you-weep-not/): By: Ikwuagwu Osita Victor   In the beginning was the word, Now are these words-WEEP NOT.   Men know themselves when not ripe, And you come. And they deposit you in a bin. ….…..Weep not……….   Nations love war; War hate... - [Train to Delhi, a novel by Shiv K. Kumar unveiled](https://literaryyard.com/2013/06/30/train-to-delhi-a-novel-by-shiv-k-kumar-unveiled/): Set amidst the upheavals of Independence, Train to Delhi is a love story that boasts to challenge religious boundaries and suture the wounds of Partition. Sahitya Akademi awardee Shiv K Kumar brings us a Partition novel with a twist. While... - [Story: Savior](https://literaryyard.com/2013/06/29/story-savior/): By: Chris Wilkensen They hit it off at a bar and went to her place after last call, partly thanks to the drinks. He came on her blouse, too excited to wait for her to take it off. She laughed, trying... - [Poem: Phantom Pain](https://literaryyard.com/2013/06/27/poem-phantom-pain/): By: Paris Hughes I dodged mirrors after the surgery, Would even wrinkle my eyelids in a tight Squeeze near glass, not ready to view The twisted limb, to know why the pinched Nerves pushed out cries and curses in darkness.                 Months... - [The Villainous Ghetto: The Force of Naturalism in Stephen Crane’s Maggie](https://literaryyard.com/2013/06/26/the-villainous-ghetto-the-force-of-naturalism-in-stephen-cranes-maggie/): By: Amy Pollard In Maggie: A Girl of the Streets, Stephen Crane writes, “The building quivered and creaked from the weight of humanity stamping about in its bowels” (6). Perhaps no other quotation so vividly demonstrates the naturalism that permeates this... - [Review: Death to Stereotypical Zombies](https://literaryyard.com/2013/06/25/review-death-to-stereotypical-zombies/): By: Linda M. Crate As a writer and an avid reader to boot I’m always looking for new books. My friend’s suggested since I’m such a vehement supporter of Dram Stoker and ancient mythic type vampires Laurell K. Hamilton’s Anita... - [Poem: On My Deathbed](https://literaryyard.com/2013/06/25/poem-on-my-deathbed/): By: Adesina Idris My death is near It is sure and certain That out of this bed I shall not get! But A lot I have to say Yet I say so little! The world I met In peace But... - [Poem: Innocence!!](https://literaryyard.com/2013/06/24/poem-innocence/): By: Adesina Idris D. Its innocence Undisturbed Unpertubed By the turbulence Around it! A child’s innocence! Peaceful is its sleep Smiles on its lips Troubles escaping it Oblivious of the upheavals Roaming in the adult world! A child’s innocence! Soon!... - [Story: Finally She Had Her Son](https://literaryyard.com/2013/06/22/story-finally-she-had-her-son/): By: Mira Martin-Parker My grandmother cooked stews and left the bones in them. She prepared an excellent leg of lamb at Easter, and once at Thanksgiving she got mad and threw the turkey out the window. She was Italian and Irish,... - [Poem: What Goes Around, he said, Comes back Around](https://literaryyard.com/2013/06/18/poem-what-goes-around-he-said-comes-back-around/): By: Somrita Urni Ganguly And everytime I heard that song, I could see you next to me, hear your voice, feel your breath, sense your whispering passion. And so I stopped listening to that song; stopped looking for your smell in... - [Story: Remembering Life](https://literaryyard.com/2013/06/18/story-remembering-life-3/): By: Nicole R. Sander One day Ariana realized that the world had lost its meaning for her. She realized that its usual convincing and ever so charming shine had worn off. Like an old beloved garment, ripped at the seams... - [Rysa Walker, the Grand Prize Winner](https://literaryyard.com/2013/06/16/rysa-walker-the-grand-prize-winner/): The votes are in and Amazon customers have chosen Rysa Walker of Carey, N.C. as the Grand Prize winner of the sixth annual Amazon Breakthrough Novel Award contest for her young adult novel Timebound. The award was announced this evening during a ceremony at... - [Story: Ashes, Ashes](https://literaryyard.com/2013/06/15/story-ashes-ashes/): By Kathie Giorgio Linda didn’t know how the urn got to Goodwill. She only knew that it cost her ten dollars and it would look perfect on the antique spool table in her living room. Linda prided herself on being... - [Story: Winter is Always Coming](https://literaryyard.com/2013/06/13/story-winter-is-always-coming/): By: Michael C. Keith Ah Love! Could thou and I with Fate conspire To grasp this sorry Scheme of Things entire.  –– Edward Fitzgerald Sixty-eight wasn’t really old by 2014’s standards. In fact, some people said it was the new fifty-eight.... - [Poem: Nazneen](https://literaryyard.com/2013/06/13/poem-laila-majnu-retold/): By: Somrita Urni Ganguly (You’ve read the Laila-Majnu story, have you not? This one is slightly different. The poet wrote it after Majnu was lost to her.) Laila uttered Qais’s name like a prayer every night – his face was the blood... - [Story: Declaration](https://literaryyard.com/2013/06/12/story-declaration/): By: Shyama Laxman Her parents had named her Ruksana which at some point got truncated to Roxy. Ruksana might bring to mind a shy, demure, ever blushing Muslim girl, peeping through her burqa and forbidden entry into the male inhabited... - [Story: Notes from Above Ground](https://literaryyard.com/2013/06/11/story-notes-from-above-ground/): By: Fredrik Zander Before I live I write this message. There might be secrets for you to know as my feet were below the ground that fed me like a solemn plant that whispered secrets in my mute ear; I didn’t... - [Poem: Scattered in the Absent Wind](https://literaryyard.com/2013/06/11/poem-scattered-in-the-absent-wind/):   By: Fredrik Zander Estranged by adorers, Scattered in the absent wind; This vacuum is a bird of prey. Too late for the news of the world; Too soon for the fascination Strangers bring to light. “Could there be tomorrow”, I... - [Poem: Unvacuumised](https://literaryyard.com/2013/06/11/poem-unvacuumised/): By: Fredrik Zander I can’t remember the name of the game; I just remember to wear and to bear My shame, In someone else’s name.   To see apart from a point of view, Try develop a photograph Of dew, For... - [Story: Bruno](https://literaryyard.com/2013/06/08/story-bruno/): By: Divya Dubey   The dog had to be put to sleep. Since Sunday the thought had been revolving in Simran’s mind, making it impossible for her to focus her attention fully on any task. As she began to wipe... - [Amazon Storyteller: a tool to help writers and filmmakers bring their stories to life](https://literaryyard.com/2013/06/07/amazon-storyteller-a-tool-to-help-writers-and-filmmakers-bring-their-stories-to-life/): Ever wondered how the characters from your play or script would look like? Amazon Studios, the film and series production arm of Amazon.com, has come up with a new innovation for writers and filmmakers—Amazon Storyteller. Currently in beta, Storyteller is a... - [A.M. Homes emerges winner of the Women’s Fiction Prize](https://literaryyard.com/2013/06/06/a-m-homes-emerges-winner-of-the-womens-fiction-prize/): American novelist A.M. Homes has clinched this year’s Women’s Prize for Fiction. She won this Prize for her sixth novel, “May We Be Forgiven.” Other closest contenders were award winning writer Hilary Mantel and three other finalists for the $... - [Indian novels you should never read](https://literaryyard.com/2013/06/04/indian-novels-you-should-never-read/): It’s indeed an encouraging thing to know that Indians—the middle class Indians—are finally shelling out some of their earnings to buy books, especially fiction. However, it is painful to know that most of them spend on fiction which does not... - [Story: Pool Cleaner in the Yucatan](https://literaryyard.com/2013/06/03/story-pool-cleaner-in-the-yucatan/): By: Eric G. Müller Stacie looked out the airplane window. The last time she was in Cancun she got knocked up. That was fifteen years ago. An abortion, a string of boyfriends and a failed marriage lay between. Now she was... - [Poem: The Peace of a Child](https://literaryyard.com/2013/06/02/poem-the-peace-of-a-child/): By: Bamgbose Gabriel   In perfect peace She sleeps after being Coaxed with tender palms And lulled with soothing rhymes… …..The peace of a child She smiles from her dream Exposing her toothless Alveolar ridge, turning Several times to find A... - [Poem: It’s about to rain](https://literaryyard.com/2013/06/02/poem-its-about-to-rain/): By: Bamgbose Gabriel   The trees dance As the heavy wind whistles Like an umpire in the green field Opening the long-awaited march It’s about to rain The hackles of the firmament Has risen, risen and ready To vent their anger... - [Story: The Artist](https://literaryyard.com/2013/06/01/story-the-artist/): By: Joshua Medsker   Peter Loew dug his hands furiously into the hard clay. “Come on, you rotten son of a bitch.” Swearing at the clay helped him get on top of it and make it do his bidding. He... - [Commonwealth Book and Short Story Prize winners announced](https://literaryyard.com/2013/05/31/commonwealth-book-and-short-story-prize-winners-announced/): The Commonwealth Foundation has announced the winners of the 2013 Commonwealth Book Prize and Commonwealth Short Story Prize. The three female winners of this year’s prizes have written stories set in Trinidad and Tobago, British Columbia and Glasgow’s Hazlehurst estate... - [Tender is the Release](https://literaryyard.com/2013/05/31/tender-is-the-release/): By: Linda M. Crate I had decided that since I never had to read anything by the great F.S. Fitzgerald in high school or college that I would pursue one of his works on my own time. When I first... - [Rudyard Kipling's 'Plagiarism' in Jungle Book](https://literaryyard.com/2013/05/30/rudyard-kiplings-plagiarism-in-jungle-book/): A letter by Rudyard Kipling, which he’d written in 1894, has now surfaced in London in which he’d admitted to plagiarising some of his best known works, including parts of the famous—The Jungle Book. It has been reported by a London newspaper which... - [Poem: love or grief](https://literaryyard.com/2013/05/28/poem-love-or-grief/): punctured in love repaired in grief i‘ve dreams still left i know in brief i search for peace but not in leisure hard work is my duty that’s my only pleasure love was an ordeal it’s now a memory passions exist no... - [Poem: An act of plundering eggs](https://literaryyard.com/2013/05/26/plundering-eggs/): Once upon a timeI plundered eggsfrom a rickety khokhain my villagenestled in the hillsand ran into the corn fieldsthough chased by houndsand a gaunt owner. Hardly had I tastedthe albumin andchewed the yolkwhen a bolt of metalincapacitated meflattened meamid the... - [The Use of Myth and Archetype in “The Yellow Wallpaper”](https://literaryyard.com/2013/05/25/the-use-of-myth-and-archetype-in-the-yellow-wallpaper/): By: Shannon Del Ross Myth and archetypes permeate both modern and ancient literature. In some modern literature, however, use of such symbols can result in a reversal of their traditional meanings. In Gilman’s “The Yellow Wallpaper,” the narrator’s journey to madness... - [Story: That Day He Fell](https://literaryyard.com/2013/05/24/story-that-day-he-fell/): By: Ikwuagwu Osita Victor   The last fisherman stared at me suspiciously before walking, languidly, away with his fishing paraphernalia. I wondered what was going on in his mind. Perhaps he was thinking another youngster has gone bananas, or that... - [Amazon introduces “Kindle Worlds,” a New Publishing Model for Authors](https://literaryyard.com/2013/05/22/amazon-introduces-kindle-worlds-a-new-publishing-model-for-authors/): Amazon Publishing has announced Kindle Worlds, claimed to be the first commercial publishing platform that will enable any writer to create fan fiction based on a range of original stories and characters and earn royalties for doing so. Amazon Publishing, as... - [Amazon announces Winners in 6th Breakthrough Novel Award](https://literaryyard.com/2013/05/22/amazon-announces-winners-in-6th-breakthrough-novel-award/): Amazon has selected one winner in each of five categories: general fiction, mystery/thriller, romance, science fiction/fantasy/horror and young adult fiction. From now through May 29, Amazon customers are encouraged to read excerpts from the winning books and vote for their... - [Story: Considering the Razor’s Edge](https://literaryyard.com/2013/05/20/story-considering-the-razors-edge/): By: DC Foster Scar tissue mottled the old man’s hands, the thinner the lighter; it ran like Desert Storm camouflage from his wrists into his fingers toward the jaundiced nails that tipped each of his ten digits. No, nine digits. His... - [Poem: Can we speak again](https://literaryyard.com/2013/05/16/poem-can-we-speak-again/): Your sulky countenance, once source of infinite affection, now drives me angry impatient indifferent and repulsive. That feeling of innocent tussle which brought us closer each day has walked out unnoticed untold. The sunlit fields irrigated by our sweat replenishing... - [2013 Commonwealth Book Prize and Short Story Prize shortlists](https://literaryyard.com/2013/05/14/2013-commonwealth-book-prize-and-short-story-prize-shortlists/): The Commonwealth Foundation has announced the regional winners for the 2013 Commonwealth Book Prize and Commonwealth Short Story Prize. Representing Africa, Asia, Canada & Europe, Caribbean, and the Pacific regions, these writers will now compete to become the overall winner,... - [Poem: Widower](https://literaryyard.com/2013/05/13/poem-widower/): By: Morgan O’Connor At sun up she escaped by cab. I miss her as much as the time before I knew the taste of perfect bread, spice of exquisite soup. souls proudly inter-floundering, curl of a pounding wave. our searches are... - [Play: Breaking Point](https://literaryyard.com/2013/05/13/play-breaking-point/): By: Gary Beck   (a one-act play) Scene  (The kitchen of the Rawlins, a blue-collar family struggling to make ends meet in the economic downturn. The apartment is low-income. Enter Fred, carrying laptop, logged onto a site. He starts to... - [Poetry review: Why Photographers Commit Suicide](https://literaryyard.com/2013/05/11/poetry-review-why-photographers-commit-suicide/): It is usually our anticipation from any book that it will entertain us, take us on an exotic ride where varied emotions of life—surprise, love, desire, hatred, happiness, etc—can clash together and become alive through unheard anecdotes, tales, stories and... - [Non-fiction: Semper Fidelis](https://literaryyard.com/2013/05/11/non-fiction-semper-fidelis/): By: Richard D. Hartwell   She’d been plying him with gifts for a month or so. He started to stay over about halfway through the month. A few of his uniform things hung in her closet, but mostly the new things... - [THE REMINGTON SERIES: NO. 2 (Story)](https://literaryyard.com/2014/08/28/the-remington-series-no-2-story/): By: Charles X. Madruga The filtered morning light shone quietly bright, and I, coasting my way through an in-between place – being faintly awake and the silence of sleeping in an evanescent dream. Drifting away through my unacquainted state, it was a murmur, it was... - [The Remington Series: No. 1 (Poem)](https://literaryyard.com/2014/08/28/the-remington-series-no-1-poem/): By: Charles X. Madruga Drifting through dreams on her bed she whispers a scene through my head and I swear I should’ve died right then when she said – something in my ear, to be honest I didn’t hear a single... - [Story: Growing Up Inside Words](https://literaryyard.com/2014/08/27/story-growing-up-inside-words/): By: Reese Scott He was born in a hotel. But of course he didn’t know it was a hotel. He didn’t know what a hotel was. He didn’t know what a room or a roof was. It’s difficult to create... - [Poem: Unmasked](https://literaryyard.com/2014/08/26/poem-unmasked/): By: Debleena Majumdar He stood alone, At the street corner Selling his wares, Masks of black and grey. They came to buy, Their own masks of pain. Masks that hid what, They could not say. Locked behind Glasspanes of power,... - [DD's Kitaabnama completes fifty shows](https://literaryyard.com/2014/08/26/dds-kitaabnama-completes-fifty-shows/): Prasar Bharti has issued a statement to announce that Kitaabnama: Books and Beyond, India’s only multilingual book show, has completed fifty episodes as on the 30th and 31st of August, 2014. The 50th episode features celebrated lyricist, poet and writer Gulzar Saheb... - [Poem: River](https://literaryyard.com/2014/08/25/poem-river/): By: Upasana Sharma My river is mist and smoke. 300 feet deep and 3 kilometers wide, My river,  Is a great big miracle. Some number of Lonely dolphins and happy humans have left their souls Stirring under the translucent roots... - [Story: Teenage Wasteland](https://literaryyard.com/2014/08/25/story-teenage-wasteland/): By: Upasana Sharma I’m never quite sure when I fell in love. That summer was a lot of things, but bad it wasn’t; summer of 2011. For the past couple of years, I had known nothing but monotonous weeks that... - [Poem: Poison Ivy](https://literaryyard.com/2014/08/24/poem-poison-ivy/): By: Sehaj K Maini Something in my heart burned when your arm grazed hers. An accident perhaps, yes. But I can stop not This poison ivy inside of me Killing my judgment day by day, while you roam the streets, ignorant,... - [Poem: Enigma](https://literaryyard.com/2014/08/24/poem-enigma/): By: Sehaj K Maini Perhaps I am, an enigma Of a certain kind. Maybe it’s my eyes that have seen a little too much. Maybe it’s my floppy hair, that stray in front of them like black velvet curtains sewed... - [Poem: Ghazal](https://literaryyard.com/2014/08/23/poem-ghazal/): By: Deeya Bhattacharya You alight, in the very dawn, of love; Far away, from the milky sky, above, Enmeshed, your presence, in my offerings- Cannot bid adieu, but continue, suave, Gentle you go, into my bosom far- Keep pace, with... - [Poem: A Missing Melody](https://literaryyard.com/2014/08/23/poem-a-missing-melody/): By: Deeya Bhattacharya I don’t remember certain things now I don’t need, a tug, at the waistband I wear, while dressing vegetables a breath of cinnamon, at my forehead driving my beads of perspiration while at work The staunch garlic... - [Story: A Tiger’s Tale](https://literaryyard.com/2014/08/21/story-a-tigers-tale/): By: Deepti Nalavade Mahule “I remember that night so well,” my grandmother began the story, her wrinkled face and milky eyes focused on some point far away in her ancient memories. Her audience sitting cross-legged around her – grandchildren, grandnieces,... - [Poem: Promising Eyes](https://literaryyard.com/2014/08/21/poem-promising-eyes/): By: Kirti Verma Whether you try to hide;But love there in your eyes;You might not be true,But always true your calm eyes;Just like wholesome soul,So live beautiful eyes;Two dazzling little charm,Telling that you don’t defy;Pretty balls following me,I can’t forget... - [Story: Chopstix](https://literaryyard.com/2014/08/20/story-chopstix/): By: S.D. Lavender Before I ended up here, I played piano four nights a week at Fong’s Chinese joint on the north side. I was pretty good, but nobody really cared. They came for the food. It was good food.... - [Poem: The Littles](https://literaryyard.com/2014/08/20/poem-the-littles/): By: Amber Box The Littles scatter like fallen leaves Freeze dried, blowing across an autumn wind The sweet smell of late honeysuckle Sits on the tongue as if you could taste it The warm sun laced with the cool breath... - [Poem: The Meadow](https://literaryyard.com/2014/08/20/poem-the-meadow/): By: Rachael Welch I am a meadowlark, Wandering through the thick oak forest Longing for clearings in the dense brush, so I can Embrace the miniature grasses again. “Tickle my naked feet and shock me sideways!” I exclaim. One leap, Gone.... - [Dilettante's delight: A date to remember](https://literaryyard.com/2014/08/19/dilettantes-delight-a-date-to-remember/): By : Jeshtha Kamra A man there was, Not understood by many. His friends were superfluous, If he had any, Levitas his principle, Pleasure his aim, Neither guilt existed for him Nor shame. I may not know the science of... - [Non-fiction: Kudos to this girl!](https://literaryyard.com/2014/08/19/non-fiction-kudos-to-this-girl/): By: Shilpa Jayshankar   It was a pleasant morning, I boarded a bus in Banshankari and sat glued to the window next to my seat. The pleasant weather and my mood made me switch on the music on my mobile almost... - [Poem: The Night Sky](https://literaryyard.com/2014/08/12/poem-the-night-sky/): By: Leena A formlessness scatters on the night sky; that spreads its embrace over obscure spaces, over earth, over water, over air, behind a veil of silence. - [Poem: Life](https://literaryyard.com/2014/08/12/poem-life/): By: Leena   We are all miscellaneous, ploughing the fields of wasteland; with a private understanding of life; an incongruous effect – suffocating, whether awake or asleep in air – conditioned rooms. - [Story: Paradise Modified](https://literaryyard.com/2014/08/11/story-paradise-modified/): By: Gaither Stewart The new heaven and the new earth. And he that sat upon the throne said, Behold, I make all things new. And he said unto me, Write: for these words are true and faithful. -Revelation: 21:5. The... - [Poem: Marpole, Vancouver: for Liu Yu](https://literaryyard.com/2014/08/10/poem-marpole-vancouver-for-liu-yu/): By: Changming Yuan It rains a lot in Vancouver Often does this rain remind me of The days when you sojourned here With my family, after Father left all of us While walking in the rain, you would Recall, under my... - [Poem: Y!](https://literaryyard.com/2014/08/10/poem-y/): By: Changming Yuan You are really haunted by this letter Yes, since it contains all the secrets of Your selfhood: your name begins with it You carry y-chromosome; you wear Y-pants; both your skin and heart are Yellowish; your best poem... - [Poem: Time](https://literaryyard.com/2014/08/10/poem-time/): By: Changming Yuan Is definitely not An indefinitely big orange But we have cut it Into regular slices of carpels So thin and so tiny We can no longer get the taste of Its shiny flesh, nor can we See its... - [Poem: After Rabindranath Tagore](https://literaryyard.com/2014/08/08/poem-after-rabindranath-tagore/): By: Badri Suwecele   I dive down into the depths of the ocean of forms, hoping to gain the perfect pearl of the formless. I’ll no more sail from harbor to harbor in storms. Now I desire most to be where... - [Poem: Above Mumbai](https://literaryyard.com/2014/08/08/poem-above-mumbai/): By: Badri Suwecele Above the domes and roofs of Mumbai, India, and over the Arabian Sea, at sunset, one sees cloud streams of golden-ruby in the air, hot pigeons fluttering, far off from cold Tibet. One hears amidst the heavy evening... - [Poem: Gossip](https://literaryyard.com/2014/08/06/poem-gossip/): By: Ranjeet Sarpal A love affair that Begins as a gossip Has more chances To survive In the jungle of emotions Than An unexposed love affair Running the risk of being suffocated in Its own cocoon of secrecy Like a... - [Poem: Ahead](https://literaryyard.com/2014/08/05/poem-ahead/): By: John Wells  From the car’s window we look toward a quietude of lightning in the faraway, lightening once in a while, the way fireworks illuminate our decline into the whatever awaiting— the radio full of familiarity, soft and slow, twilight... - [Story: Broken Sticks](https://literaryyard.com/2014/08/04/story-broken-sticks/): By: Charles Rose I don’t want to be at this party. Let’s get that clear from the start. Okay? Too many bad things can happen. And usually do. Laughter turns to blood in no time. I know. I’ve seen it... - [Poem: DESPAIR](https://literaryyard.com/2014/08/04/poem-despair/): By: Ranjeet Sarpal Effervescence of despair Too pretentious to camouflage its manifestations . Wrinkled face Like over marked page Reluctant smile Like that of a scared girl in a matrimonial picture Miscalculated sighs Like an amateur mathematician And sinking eye... - [Poem: Reflections](https://literaryyard.com/2014/08/03/poem-reflections/): By: Basit Olatunji Recurring phases, varying faces funny sights, humorous scenes soul-battering banters, nerve-racking manners beautiful cackles, ugly tackles Everything! Still fresh in my macro memory like a morning dew on sprouting fresh foliage at a foggy waking dawn I remember... - [Poem: Freedom](https://literaryyard.com/2014/08/03/poem-freedom-2/): By: Basit Olatunji   ( for everyone in dire need ) If one has for once experienced a twinkle moment of bondage or has had a little taste of shortage or boredom sticks to one like an overbearing bed bug one... - [Poem: Anguish](https://literaryyard.com/2014/07/31/poem-anguish/): By: Sam Rapth I gave you a secret message and little later you came to my car… We both settled in back seats… You hurried me up and I quickly opened your blouse to reveal the worlds… The worlds were two…... - [Poem: You and Him](https://literaryyard.com/2014/07/31/poem-you-and-him/): By: Sam Rapth It was in those moments when your palm quickly drifted from under his, that I entered the room… In an unpredictable fraction of a second I actually had seen it But pretended not to notice… I did not... - [Poem: karma'll kick you](https://literaryyard.com/2014/07/30/poem-karmall-kick-you/): By: Linda M Crate i don’t know why it took me so much longer for me to recover over you when you forgot about me once i was out of sight and out of mind, and i don’t know why... - [Poem: phoenix threat](https://literaryyard.com/2014/07/30/poem-phoenix-threat/): By: Linda M Crate you are a lotus clinging to the water some desperate hymn of color that copies some forgotten symphony of sunset insisting that you’re original, and you can fool some people sometimes; but i’m too clever to... - [Poem: 1false prophet](https://literaryyard.com/2014/07/30/poem-1false-prophet/): By: Linda M Crate trails of eros cling to your lips lisping some remedy beneath indigo lined nights cut with silver moonlight and the gleaming jewels of a sunset’s surrender, you seem to forget that there’s more to life than... - [Story: Shaking Loose](https://literaryyard.com/2014/07/26/story-shaking-loose/): By: Bob Kalkreuter Roger White sat on the unscreened porch, watching the morning fog creep up the hillside like a ghost without feet. He held a can of beer and smoked a Camel cigarette. “You drinking already?” said Judy. His... - [Poem: To the first ones](https://literaryyard.com/2014/07/25/poem-to-the-first-ones/): By: Civa Bhusal I adore everything- That came first in my life The first book I read The first game I played The first lap – I slept on The first alphabet – I learnt At school The first day... - [Poem: Memories](https://literaryyard.com/2014/07/25/poem-memories/):   By: Civa Bhusal One day, All the people we saw in our life leave us in solitude… Just like the drops of water Leaving the topmost part of the hills Every year We change calendar And hang a new one... - [The Puzzlement Of Ancient Spirituality](https://literaryyard.com/2014/07/24/the-puzzlement-of-ancient-spirituality/): By: Raymond Greiner Comparing ancient living design to modern society is a study in contrast. Archeological discoveries reveal ancient cultures imposed greater communal value on spirituality. This evidence is compelling and may provide a window of opportunity for contemporary recurrence... - [Poem: Wolf Down the Hall](https://literaryyard.com/2014/07/23/poem-wolf-down-the-hall/): By: Dovile Mark When I was young There lived a wolf Down the hall of our apartment building My parents called him a neighbor He might have even had a name I don’t remember He would appear outside our door... - [Poem: Secrets](https://literaryyard.com/2014/07/23/poem-secrets/): By: Dovile Mark His job was to collect secrets Finding out who had access to the information Learning to make friends I knew where the secrets hid Stacked up like delicious cookies on top of each other In a jar... - [Story: Set ‘em Up](https://literaryyard.com/2014/07/22/story-set-em-up/): By: Richard D. Hartwell Thanks. Here’s to you. Did he ever regret taking off? No, I don’t think so. He never really talked about it much, or at least not about the beginning, if, in fact, there was a beginning. Most... - [Poem: Therapy at the DVA](https://literaryyard.com/2014/07/22/poem-therapy-at-the-dva/): By: Richard D. Hartwell Sitting here at the VA listening, more than ten wars’ worth of lives and lies told by veterans, wondering sometimes how much of what I hear is really the composing by memory-makers from years ago, or... - [Poem: Celebrity and Simplicity](https://literaryyard.com/2014/07/16/poem-celebrity-and-simplicity/): By: Sam Rapth In the wide space, those rocks that are seen by naked simple eyes are called stars… Much like the celebrities… The question is why, so simple, are the eyes?…   - [Poem: The Silent Songster](https://literaryyard.com/2014/07/15/poem-the-silent-songster/): By: Jim Piatt Do you hear it, the hushed misshapen rhythms inside the songster’s poetic head? The chords he pens now only a cryptic cacophonous array of black and whites plummeting downward from saddened eyes: His muse, dead now, lying... - [Poem: An Ordinary Man](https://literaryyard.com/2014/07/15/poem-an-ordinary-man/): By: Jim Piatt Reports of new battles flow inward, Like shards of splintered glass they Awaken heartbreaking feelings, My heart cries out in dismay Amidst the furor of finite time, Tears stream down my cheeks, Bitter information about new wars... - [Poem: The Awakening](https://literaryyard.com/2014/07/14/poem-the-awakening/): By: Bejoy Balagopal The swirling gust raged hard against us; Like it had a score to settle from yore. The clouds, dark and angry, pelted their might, Was the searching, intense sky thirsty for more? With strength draining away, I held... - [Poem: That lil girl](https://literaryyard.com/2014/07/14/poem-that-lil-girl/): By: Bejoy Balagopal To glide across the desert of unsaid dreams, Like a bird untouched by the burden of flight, What would it take for that lil girl To savor that broken tunnel of light. To waltz on the enticing warm... - [Review: John Green's The Fault In Our Stars](https://literaryyard.com/2014/07/14/review-john-greens-the-fault-in-our-stars/): By: Linda M. Crate Let me just say here and now that I loved John Green’s The Fault In Our Stars lest you get the crazy idea while reading this review that I do not. I can definitely say without... - [Story: The Rise and Fall of Sorrow and Grace, Respectively](https://literaryyard.com/2014/07/13/story-the-rise-and-fall-of-sorrow-and-grace-respectively/): By: Riley Eleanor It’s six twenty-two in the morning and the last time I was up this early was four years and ten months ago. You see, this sunrise will be the last I will view in San Francisco, perhaps the... - [Poem: Death Song #1](https://literaryyard.com/2014/07/13/poem-death-song-1/): By: Riley Eleanor March mourning mornings are punc-tu-a-ted By letters that look like consolations, Congratulations that sound like condolences. Dreams die when we let them So I pulled the plug on my Electrocuting hopes. I never wanted to feel Simultaneous... - [Poem: August](https://literaryyard.com/2014/07/13/poem-august/): By: Riley Eleanor When you moved your legs closer to mine Next to me So casually (Under the shade of the tree where I spent my childhood summers) (On the bench where I made my best friend) (In the park that... - [Poem: The Kiss](https://literaryyard.com/2014/07/10/poem-the-kiss-2/): By: Emeniano Acain Somoza, Jr. The red blue violet lips of this madness they’re doing good service to the black oak growing slowly inside the room, water the leaves of silence as they fall one by one on the once lush... - [Poem: How Can I Use This Pain ](https://literaryyard.com/2014/07/10/poem-how-can-i-use-this-pain/): By: Emeniano Acain Somoza, Jr. That you so unsparingly issue In cups of blighting blows Laced with acid the corrosive breathe Of aphids on petals of hope quivering On cusps between one secret longing To another – these sick little... - [Story: Perpetuity](https://literaryyard.com/2014/07/08/story-perpetuity/): By: Michael C. Keith Eternity is in love with itself.  –– Anonymous Seth Perkins was about to turn 170 years old but looked like a man in his 50s. He was one of the first so-called Perpetuals. Only a decade ago... - [Poem: My heart's voice](https://literaryyard.com/2014/07/07/poem-my-hearts-voice/): By: Kirti Verma I just want to hear my heart’s voice, My heart’s voice tells the way of life, That reflects both wrong and right, Gives an opportunity to have a choice, I just want to hear my heart’s voice.... - [Story: The Green Light](https://literaryyard.com/2014/07/04/story-the-green-light/): By: Reese Scott He painted green lights all over his room. But it did no good. So instead he went to the corners of the street late at night and climbed up a ladder until he was able to remove... - [Story: A Round Of](https://literaryyard.com/2014/07/03/story-a-round-of/): By: Michael Simon There is a sound not unlike thunder echoing outside. No, more frequent than thunder. Lighting is not present with its partner today, so there’s no way to pinpoint the location of the crater it will cause; one... - [Story: Hemingway Slept Here](https://literaryyard.com/2014/07/02/story-hemingway-slept-here/): By: Alan Swyer The first time Levinson went to a four-star restaurant in Paris, he was treated exactly like what he was: a twenty-year-old from an industrial town in New Jersey who looked and felt completely out of place. He... - [Story: The Orphaned Visitor](https://literaryyard.com/2014/07/01/story-the-orphaned-visitor/): By: Neha Sharma Sarika arrived with her hair tied into two braids with bright pink ribbons, a sack with printed orange marigolds and her skin covered with recently dried up chicken pox. More than a few strands of hair stuck... - [Story: ALGODÓN](https://literaryyard.com/2014/07/01/story-algodon/):   By: Gaither Stewart The last time I saw Algodón was in the instant before the medics pulled the sheet over his face. From my fourth floor balcony across the narrow street, even in the faint late-night illumination I could... - [Poem: The Ant](https://literaryyard.com/2014/07/01/poem-the-ant/): By: Paulo Lorenzo Garcia There’s an ant Scuttling towards me Going off in all directions frantically. A note of urgency alluded to by the length of its strides And the acreage it covered The thought of killing it Had crossed... - [Poem: These Verses Allude To You](https://literaryyard.com/2014/07/01/poem-these-verses-allude-to-you/): By: Paulo Lorenzo Garcia “Tonight I Can Write the Saddest Lines,” Said Pablo Neruda. But be that as it may My soul swivels in harsh repose Beneath a scarcely rippled sheet In response to a rhapsody astray A gash in... - [Review: A guide to understanding our times](https://literaryyard.com/2014/06/28/review-a-guide-to-understanding-our-times/):   By William T. Hathaway Review of Recollection of Things Learned By Gaither Stewart The Literary Yard contributor Gaither Stewart is a man of passions. In The Europe Trilogy he shared with us his passion for international espionage and intrigue.... - [Poem: Backyard Rainfall](https://literaryyard.com/2014/06/28/poem-backyard-rainfall/): By: Ranjeet Sarpal I heard rainfall In the backyard Descending on patterns of loneliness, Broken bottles, Emptied chips packets, Thrown bus tickets Abandoned puppies, Absorbing their fear of being alone , And Stirring memories In the dustbin of existence, Liquidating bricks... - [Poem: Musings](https://literaryyard.com/2014/06/28/poem-musings/): By: Samiya Javed  There is something oddly discomforting about a large group of people and their mirth, which seems to be contagious, except, I find myself untouched by it. The epidemic of callous loose talk, and feverish sweeping by of... - [Poem: She](https://literaryyard.com/2014/06/28/poem-she/): By: Aneesha Roy The thirst for life runs amok, My hungry loins call forth That bloody pulsating thrust That fills through and bursts, Deep, deep inside where no stories lie, Just darkness and smoke and fog and obscurity, moist and... - [Poem: A Sad Street](https://literaryyard.com/2014/06/28/poem-a-sad-street/): By: Aneesha Roy A sad street runs down unhurried by my dull-grey house. It stretches far and wide, dressed in the familiar trappings of charcoal black. It’s worn out in places. It runs along without a destination. It wears a mournful... - [Story: The Coffee Shop](https://literaryyard.com/2014/06/26/story-the-coffee-shop/): By Karthik Shankar The alarm clock announced itself with a rattling ring. My mind had already switched itself on fifteen minutes earlier but my body wasn’t ready to purge itself of the remnants of my daily slumber. I got up... - [Poem: Quickening](https://literaryyard.com/2014/06/25/poem-quickening/): By: Leila A. Fortier You are the pause settling into the marrow Of my heart’s beat~ The fabric of a universe upon the Whisper of my own breath~ There is no distance between us In the lapse of time and space~... - [Poem: Eternal Evaporation](https://literaryyard.com/2014/06/25/poem-eternal-evaporation/): By: Leila A. Fortier Melting Into a pool of silenced Thought from the source of our Ephemeral memories~ Something in The way our lips lingered and merged in Trails of whispered testimony~ Wet breath Tasting like the portal of heaven~ Where... - [Poem: Audible Secret](https://literaryyard.com/2014/06/25/poem-audible-secret/): By: Leila A. Fortier I serve my smile to expressionless faces that know not The palace of my heart~ That know not this Language~ That know not this song~ I have fallen deeply Against The Rolling pages Of your tongue~... - [Death of the Short Story?](https://literaryyard.com/2014/06/24/death-of-the-short-story/): By: G. D. McFetridge The other day I was at a coffee shop with a fellow writer and we were discussing the state of American literature. She looked thoughtfully over her double espresso and asked me what sort of writing I... - [Reader’s Journey](https://literaryyard.com/2014/06/23/readers-journey/): By: JD DeHart It started with nighttime stories out of a small book of fairytales when I could not read on my own, then progressed to spandex adventures of comic book characters, inspired by the early years of superhero films cast... - [Poem: Flying Angels](https://literaryyard.com/2014/06/23/poem-flying-angels/): By: Adreyo Sen A good flight attendant is the sanctity of service guided by sadness – she is the grey dove transforming into a silent line amidst our feckless ways. Ask a flight attendant the meaning of sadness and she’ll answer... - [Poem: Early Birds](https://literaryyard.com/2014/06/23/poem-early-birds/): By: Adreyo Sen A child early on planes will never learn the true meaning of freedom because he has learnt to fly before he has grown wings. Reality, grounded, will keep him crashing till he becomes part of the groveling... - [Poem: Battling Dreams](https://literaryyard.com/2014/06/22/poem-battling-dreams/): By: Debleena Majumdar She painted the rainbow, He quietly held the corners. She jumped, He was there, tall. She counted the stars, He steadied the ladder. She slipped, His arms broke her fall. She sang a new tune, He held the... - [Poem: Partners in rhyme](https://literaryyard.com/2014/06/22/poem-partners-in-rhyme/): By: Debleena Majumdar You open your bag, take out Alphabets, values, rules, Hoping time will not wash away, The unspoken teachings on the sand. You show her the stars, protect Her from those invisible scars, She runs with you, Tiny fingers... - [Story: Places We Call Home](https://literaryyard.com/2014/06/13/story-places-we-call-home/): By: Hannah Thurman Month 1: Olivia realized, for the first time, how quiet everything was. She had just gotten home from her job at the lab, stepping carefully around the gouges in the lawn left by the renovators’ ladders. The... - [Poem: No one calls the dead](https://literaryyard.com/2014/06/11/poem-no-one-calls-the-dead/): By: Abhishek Jha I The phone rang waves all around him echoing, bouncing off invisible walls. Petulant ringing, his eardrums on the verge of rebellion. II He opened his eyes stared into the darkness or was it dark at all?... - [Poem: Your mother](https://literaryyard.com/2014/06/09/poem-your-mother/): By: Ranjeet Sarpal Your mother has suffered silently. Washing carrots and potatoes She   retorted to his numbing indifference And retired to soybean oil . Perhaps she still loves him. She Preserving his complaints and grievances In the pickle jar... - [Poem: Love happens intermittently](https://literaryyard.com/2014/06/09/poem-love-happens-intermittently/): By: Ranjeet Sarpal Love happens intermittently sometimes sporadically , For instance , may be between response and reaction , while being with you or without you , between words and silence , by 8pm or by 11 am , On Sunday... - [Poem: Alright](https://literaryyard.com/2014/06/09/poem-alright/): By: Akash Rumade Twas winter of 89, You were just a kid aged ten. Nothing to lose or to win, You enjoyed breaking window panes. Then one night, twas shiny dark, You were lost searching your almighty’s mark. Maybe he... - [Poem: chaos of my ashes](https://literaryyard.com/2014/06/09/poem-chaos-of-my-ashes/): By: Linda M. Crate  lost in the periphery of your gaze i saw the tulips of red dragon dreams we traverse old haunts you forget me i suppose it’s less painful than remembering because then you’d have to face exactly... - [Poem: Stronger than you know](https://literaryyard.com/2014/06/09/poem-stronger-than-you-know/): By: Linda M. Crate  you could be more than an animal someone who prowls at night with their dog looking for an easy target; just because i’m a woman doesn’t mean i won’t fight, and you won’t like me if... - [Poem: Stranger danger](https://literaryyard.com/2014/06/09/poem-stranger-danger/): By: Linda M. Crate  it’d be different maybe if i knew you, and you knew me; but i don’t have a clue who you are, and you’re asking me out? it’s an insult to everything i am; there’s no need... - [Poem: More than a pretty face](https://literaryyard.com/2014/06/09/poem-more-than-a-pretty-face/): By: Linda M. Crate  women are not your broodmares, just like you don’t want objectification; neither do we so knock us off your pedestals we’re not paintings to hang in your art gallery— “do you want to go out?” you... - [Story: Out of the Abyss](https://literaryyard.com/2014/06/05/story-out-of-the-abyss/): By: Bob Kalkreuter The girl’s tight red dress bounced around like a bag of fighting cats. A car slowed and honked. “Well lookie there,” said Ernie, leaning against one of the palm trees that fronted the empty parking lot directly across... - [Story: A Painful Truth](https://literaryyard.com/2014/06/02/story-a-painful-truth/): By: Vijay Johnson-Tanco “Listen, ye children, to the tale I have to tell. The morals I can teach you will save all of us from our own destruction. All I ask is not even a moment of your time, a... - [Story: The Fall of a Butterfly](https://literaryyard.com/2014/06/02/story-the-fall-of-a-butterfly/): By: Vijay Johnson-Tanco From a very young age people all begin to learn, so they can work, love, and appreciate. -Please don’t! I didn’t mean to do this, I shouldn’t die! God no!- It is said that humans need to... - [Story: For My Eyes Only](https://literaryyard.com/2014/05/30/story-for-my-eyes-only/): By: Ajay Patri She tells me to start using contact lenses. I want to protest at this suggestion, enraged that she is so insensitive to the intimate connection I share with glasses. But because we are surrounded by people, I... - [Poem: The Exile](https://literaryyard.com/2014/05/24/poem-the-exile/): By: Adreyo Sen In her dreams, morning was a cool wind and the wetness of the grass under her braided head. The braids had been banished, as had, in the nefarious hands of Time, most of the little things so fragile... - [Poem: The Indian Woman](https://literaryyard.com/2014/05/24/poem-the-indian-woman/): By: Adreyo Sen The little Indian woman entering the pub turned to me and said Hello. And in the dusk, her lined face was transformed to a dusky beauty, by tiredness. Weariness had worn her down to a worn elegance as... - [Poem: Verschränkung (entanglement)](https://literaryyard.com/2014/05/23/poem-verschrankung-entanglement/): By: Garima Sharma In the balms of my new forehead that grew like grief over the walls you could never see the shame. my backs thousands of them, became mirrors that turned into silver blanks dots of the mind after every... - [Poem: Self-Similar](https://literaryyard.com/2014/05/23/poem-self-similar/): By: Garima Sharma A lonely woman takes lovers, no dreams, children, shoe bites, men and brothels of feet. coins, zari, and the young boy outside the hamaam. Freedom was never for the darling slave, whose wrists are bound by spit,... - [Poem: For the Lover Who Never Came](https://literaryyard.com/2014/05/23/poem-for-the-lover-who-never-came/): By: Garima Sharma I am the one who sweats sadness killing knees and loneliness on slow roads did you hear? when I erupted like a dying river? on those blue sheets my hair greased with horror and navel burning with rejection?... - [Story: The Acrobat and The Ballerina](https://literaryyard.com/2014/05/22/story-the-acrobat-and-the-ballerina/): By: Gaither Stewart From her seat high in the corner of the grandstand Sophia is at the same altitude as the acrobat on the trapeze. She leans forward from the edge of her seat and gazes across at him. His... - [Poem: I Thought of You](https://literaryyard.com/2014/05/21/poem-i-thought-of-you/): By: Aneesha Roy I thought of you for days and months. I thought of you in tempestuous storms and insurgent gales. I thought of you in bitter snow and in hale. I thought of your beady eyes, your crooked nose... - [Poem: Nowadays I Feel](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/02/poem-nowadays-i-feel/): By: Kousik Adhikari Nowadays I feel Accustomed with life-glorified life! Always dangling over head And yet sword’s magic shining! Moon-drops oozing on rain Sea caressing sands- Truly romance walks in ant’s legs Through spine! Till one hungry cock calls Till monarchs... - [Grace-Land](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/02/grace-land/): By: Raymond Greiner At the river daily I see the Heron wading. Classified as an aquatic bird; the Heron is equally reliant on land. The riverbank offers access to food sources, building its nest in a high tree relying on its... - [Story: The Hyenas](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/01/story-the-hyenas/): By: Sozou-Kyrkou Konstantina The Greek coffee froths and as he tries to grab the pot away from the primus stove the coffee spills and puts out the fire. He’s a real slowcoach these days. Everything seems to overtake him. A crust... - [The Revelation of the Wilde, Disillusioned Self](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/01/the-revelation-of-the-wilde-disillusioned-self/): By: Sai Diwan Readers of Oscar Wilde know better than to believe that the mirror projects the image of the self. As Dorian Gray caressed impressions of the past instead of facing the reality of his wilted self, his creator... - [Story: Parts Not Included](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/30/story-parts-not-included/): By: Robyn Segal I have not received a birthday card, letter or note from my father in years. I suppose the mail stopped when the emails began. Maybe the mail stopped when I was too old to get a birthday card.... - [David Gilmour comments over female writers](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/30/david-gilmour-comments-over-female-writers/): In the literary world, fashionable controversies are made around the battle of sexes rather than the battle of words. A bunch of male authors aren’t shying from decrying their female counterparts and vice-a-versa to claim superiority over one another. While... - [Federico Fellini – Author of Cinema](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/29/federico-fellini-author-of-cinema/):   By:  Gaither Stewart Federico Fellini’s favorite interview technique was to explain while denying he was explaining, or not explaining anything while claiming he was explaining all. The symbolist poet – film director Fellini was a mixture of denial and irony,... - [Story: Wolf Spirit](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/29/story-wolf-spirit/): By: Raymond Greiner The bush plane’s skis touched down on a frozen lake in Northern Ontario; from her co-pilot’s seat Amanda scanned the bleak winter landscape in the receding light. The fishing camp was closed and boarded up for the winter... - [Poem: egregious character flaw](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/28/poem-egregious-character-flaw/): By: Linda M. Crate you are as sour as a blue berry noxious as smog ruder than an adder’s sting or wasp’s bite sharper than the thickest blade of obsidian night cutting into the heart of day yet you are... - [Poem: lottery ticket prayers](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/28/poem-lottery-ticket-prayers/): By: Linda M. Crate dark lipstick tainted too darkly a consuming melody of tragedy thin wisps of blonde locks vacant sapphire eyes smudged with disapproval an elderly woman scratches off a lottery ticket as if it’s the only prayer she... - [Poem: shattered sky](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/28/poem-shattered-sky/): By: Linda M. Crate petals of my joy have been burned away from me you were an inspiration to become a better person, but you were a fraud not the moralistic wholesome christian man you made me believe you were;... - [Poem: hymn of the raven](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/28/poem-hymn-of-the-raven/): By: Linda M. Crate the white raven knows darkness it kissed her in the form of a silver serpent pretending to be a wolf loyal and true; his intentions a little more sinister than she cares to remember untrue and... - [Poem: Poem of Water](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/27/poem-poem-of-water/): By: Taslima Nasrin Translated by: Kousik Adhikari I have written one Unique poem of water Plucked out a lotus from water Red lotus Water-lotus. Whom to give this water-lotus This poem There was one to give, He had an urge to leave... - [Poem: The Body](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/27/poem-the-body/): By: Taslima Nasrin Translated by: Kousik Adhikari Much have been said About farming, cards, history, And of the two swans Walking on the grassy field In neighbor’s house! Now, let’s talk about body. Let’s touch skin, pores, Putting out evening lamp, incense... - [Poem: When it Died](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/26/poem-when-it-died/): By: April Salzano it didn’t make any of the sounds I had expected. No wailing howl, no shrill scream, not even a broken sob that lasted into that first night alone. No angry hyperventilating choke, no empty gurgle of loss, no... - [Poem: Windows Are Rolled Down](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/26/poem-windows-are-rolled-down/): By: April Salzano I cannot remember the last time I drove like this, the air of autumn filling every space of my interior with warm rhythm, uneven presence. I am not sure how a song by this title has much to... - [Poem: From Age This Blindness](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/26/poem-from-age-this-blindness/): By: April Salzano Latent Farsightedness, a hidden prescription you have compensated for all of your life, the eye doctor said. My pupils swallowed his face and most of the light in the room, dilated in ocular contraction. In other words, I... - [SAMs for Uncle Sam](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/26/sams-for-uncle-sam/): By William T. Hathaway From the Book RADICAL PEACE: People Refusing War   Merna al-Marjan is a young Iraqi who is currently in Germany studying European history. We talked in her dormitory room, a spartan but functional cubicle in a... - [Poem: If You Identify As](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/25/poem-if-you-identify-as/): By: Christiane Demack “White, please tick this box, And welcome back – To the United States.” Identification encompassing All the glowing clouds The airplane coffee spills Encompassing the sand setting Desert silent, the children Fingers darting through the Flame playful, broken... - [Poem: Into Your Freedom](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/25/poem-into-your-freedom/): By: Christiane Demack I want to make you feel good Feel safe; feel thrilled I am all you need I’ll stumble Stumble honestly So you can catch me And let go of the façade That freaks me out and leaves you... - [Poem: Airplane Coffee](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/25/poem-airplane-coffee/): By: Christiane Demack Clean thrill, rising, again Spilled coffee, plastic cup White paper, ink – as The red roofs drop Into a warm picture Of Home. That comforting voice, Soothing, the voice of Arrivals & Departures, & Pleasant stays, High Over... - [Poem: A Path Extending](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/25/poem-a-path-extending/): By: Christiane Demack Can you see the joys of the mountain-tops, The grandmother’s silver in your golden hair? Can you feel his arms around you, can you smell The fire of the camp-site, and feel The sheer power of the wolves?... - [Poem: Passing Heritage](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/24/poem-passing-heritage/): By: Neelam Dadhwal I looked out of the container a refreshing life, as if cells could soak oxygen. Tripled on its contents on way with friends and half down the valley we lay wreath on our expedition. Half of truths, being... - [Poem: faces](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/24/poem-faces/): By: Shobhana Kumar suddenly, i remember faces only alive in fading photographs. today, it is the benevolent face of a grand uncle, whose freshly Cinthol-soaped face and silver white stubbles always held a smile for me. he, who i haven’t bothered... - [Launch: Love Potion Number 10 by Betsy Woodman](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/23/launch-love-potion-number-10-by-betsy-woodman/): Random House India has announced the release of the second book by Betsy Woodman this October. LOVE POTION NUMBER 10. It is the second book in the Hamara Nagar series followed by the very well acclaimed Jana Bibi’s Excellent Fortunes.... - [Poem: Frozen Space](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/23/poem-frozen-space/): By: Chandra Shekhar Dubey Looks of love lurk in the shades Of frozen cuddle Hiding forms of elegance Stealing aroma of bodily blossoms Eyes float in skin’s supple waves Rippling, rolling and beating. The rapturous whispers of passion Run through... - [Poem: Natural Progression](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/21/poem-natural-progression/): By: A.J. Huffman I walk the tidal line on tired feet, forced forward, mostly by determination. The sand in my toes lends encouragement with gentle tickle of coolness. Another mile falls behind me. My breath begins to strain. The wind responds,... - [Poem: I Am Little](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/21/poem-i-am-little/): By: A.J. Huffman black dress, timeless necessity. I am standard, issued as staple, dependable go-to. An easy decision, I am appropriate accessory for every occasion. ***** [A.J. Huffman has published six solo chapbooks and one joint chapbook through various small presses.... - [The Aureate lights](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/20/the-aureate-lights/): By: Shruthi Vatsyayani It’s a good feeling, flying back home, to the warmth of the familiarity, something you have known all your life, after a tough semester. The small interval of time before boarding the flight and after collecting the... - [Story: Around in the Dark](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/19/story-around-in-the-dark/): By: L.E. Schwaller Don’t you know there ain’t no devil, there’s just God when he’s drunk –Tom Waits It had taken three hard days and nights of drinking his way through Dublin to get Thomas to the front steps of The... - [Poem: Strangers](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/18/poem-strangers/): By: Patrick P. Stafford Something there is that holds the anxious heart in check, That offers only to the eyes the total essence of you, Shows in the hair and face, in the lovely curve of neck, How much I yearn... - [Poem: Gardens and Memories](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/18/poem-gardens-and-memories/): By: Patrick P. Stafford I know it’s time to go to sleep. I know it’s time to shut out light. And now because all hope is gone, I know it’s time to say goodnight. Winter has filled this empty room, Though... - [Poem: The Sand](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/18/poem-the-sand/): By: Patrick P. Stafford There we stood years ago, upon our emerald beach, With pure love between us, and pure happiness within reach. Years ago when you held my heart in the palm of your hand, And I would caress your... - [Poem: Full Moon Day](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/17/poem-full-moon-day/): By: Aditya R   On a full moon day, walking by the roadway. Silver light hitting everything, a visual song of night, to sing. Song triggers, the mixed melancholic notes Whispers of rustling leaves, caressing bamboo, A mystical eerie Enchanting Silver... - [Poem: Girl and Sandman](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/17/poem-girl-and-sandman/): By: Aditya R    A silent girl never speaks much. Glittering yet hollow eyes, Body and face, a sculptors paradise. A sudden flinch in the mouth, A curious contraction of brow So as sandman i follow, She finally sits, on an... - [Story: Autumn Winds](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/16/story-autumn-winds/): By: Saheli Khastagir   She is wearing a red saree. Maroon, really. There are little white spots, possibly flowers, or maybe leaves printed on the entire length. It’s not clear, maybe because of the little wrinkles spread out on it, blurring... - [Story: The Weeping Wall](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/16/story-the-weeping-wall/): By: Pamela  Q Fernandes I strongly believe that the reason God gives us children is to remind us of our own childhood. The days when we feared nothing, when we lived without a care in the world, knowing that we would... - [Poem: Candlelight](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/16/poem-candlelight/): By: Robyn Tocker I was playing “I Won’t Say” on the piano when I realized Daddy was dying and I went to bed humming “I Won’t Say” because maybe if I don’t say God will let me keep Daddy for one... - [Poem: Envious Witch](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/15/poem-envious-witch/): By: Aftab Yusuf Shaikh Who is this woman in the mirror that looks back with discern? So what if she had in a life too many heartbreaks for one four roomed heart, why does she look at my beauty with contempt,... - [Poem: Noise Umbrella](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/15/poem-noise-umbrella/): By: Aftab Yusuf Shaikh I have forgotten my umbrella; Not that I am irresponsible, I was going insane That was possible, The deafening thump of The hundreds of rain drops, The loud crack of clay, and The timid lightening That cracks... - [Poem: Advertisements](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/14/poem-advertisements/): By: Dane Cobain I am immune to your bad advertisements, Thou ageing hipsters with electronic cigarettes Breeding discontent in board rooms; These days, everything causes cancer, And the joy is finding which silver bullet Is The Ruination. Sometimes I do dumb... - [Poem: Azuma](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/14/poem-azuma/): By: Dane Cobain I am so high I see mountains, the smell of crystallised shit is a foetid reminder of the civilisation I used to remember, the tree-lined fields of the one true childhood, gigantic metal spiders which traipse through my... - [Poem: People](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/14/poem-people/): By: Dane Cobain It’s just line after line in some great drawing multi-dimensional phosphorescence or Alex Connor sculpting crazy visions he saw in drunken haze, Alex Connor drinking barrel hatching crazy plans and schemes; Alex Connor, half dead in hospital beds... - [Story: Blackbirds](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/13/story-blackbirds/): By: Rati Girish I have often heard my father say, “This is a dog eat dog world.” He would be flipping through the pages of the newspaper, when suddenly his eyes would focus on a particular section. He would stop, squint... - [Story: The Oculus Eye](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/13/story-the-oculus-eye/): By: Caroline Healy   he sat at the bar and drank. Intermittently, he glanced at the headlines of the newspaper on the table in front of him, scanning the tragic and the comic, hoping that something would jostle him, evoke... - [Review: 'My Journey', another classic by Kalam from own life](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/12/review-my-journey-another-classic-by-kalam-from-own-life/): “My Journey” by APJ Abdul Kalam, fomer President of India, is a journey into the vintage time of India’s yore years which garners true events from Kalam’s life. The book records the transformational journey Kalam went through to emerge first... - [Indian Lit: The Retelling of 1980s](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/12/indian-lit-the-retelling-of-1980s/): By: Sai Diwan PART TWO An age cannot escape history. And an age with history cannot escape literature. That is the story of the 1980s in India. It was the decade that commissioned the awakening of the Unnamed Genre. As... - [Poem: The Flowers of Your Garden](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/06/poem-the-flowers-of-your-garden/): By: Kousik Adhikari I walked into the garden Light decorated the offspring of light, So many flowers inexperienced Before the first rain, first fraud, Innocent breeze playing magic, Enchanting every live, every leave, But some moths waiting for first dream, Patiently... - [Poem: The Full Story](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/06/poem-the-full-story/): By: Kousik Adhikari Dear. Charming-Artemis! Urbashi! I have sprinkled all These name-traps To catch your bird like beauty Galloping from twigs to branches, Blazing sword glances Over Adam’s progeny In what furious dance! Men curious from birth Dealing with roses-... - [Story: Fellow Travellers](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/05/story-fellow-travellers/): By: Shloka Shankar  Another school year came to an end, and another heady, dizzying summer lay ahead of us. Earlier that week, my school had closed after what seemed an interminably long academic year, and I had passed into fifth grade... - [Poem: Rains](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/05/poem-rains/): By: Shloka Shankar  Incessant rain pattered Across my shoulders; I soaked in the atmosphere And smelt the earth-ravished scent That kindles a passionate desire So well-known, and yet so indefinable. Bleary-eyed, I waded through Puddles and lost myself in Childhood’s delight;... - [Poem: Many a Moon](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/05/poem-many-a-moon/): By: Shloka Shankar   The clock looks at me indignantly And I wonder what I did to upset Time; I’ve whiled away countless minutes Twiddling my thumbs, Or contemplating a lost thought, Or in self-delusion. I’ve had my share of insomnia,... - [Poem: Distance](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/05/poem-distance/): By: Shloka Shankar  There was a time when Things were surreal; I was happy. . . As evasive as that vixen is, I’ve been abandoned Time and again. From us and we, I stand as my lone self; Something was between... - [Story: Let's Get Lost](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/05/story-lets-get-lost/):  By:  Debashis Deb She asked ‘Did you ever get lost?’ He was almost breathless after walking uphill along the winding cobbled path which cut through the exuberant tall green grass and the purple rhododendrons. The clear blue sky appeared silent and... - [Dialogue with Kurt Vonnegut](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/04/dialogue-with-kurt-vonnegut/): Anarchist and Social Critic By Gaither Stewart   (Note: After my early enthusiasm about the writer and man Kurt Vonnegut, I became skeptical of his skepticism. Was he a phony, I began to wonder? After I met him, his life... - [Story: The Technology of Nature](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/03/story-the-technology-of-nature/):   By: Raymond Greiner The year was 2020; Phil Gordon was 24, with a remarkable body of achievements for such an early time of his life. He excelled academically embarking on a career in technology working for a prominent consulting... - [Poem: The Kiss](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/02/poem-the-kiss/): By: April Mae M. Berza Intoxicated with the words evaporating from your lips, I surrender to the innocent passion throbbing inside my chest to unearth the treasure. Silence imprisoned me for a moment until I lose all the fears, my senses... - [Poem: Words under vertigo](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/02/poem-words-under-vertigo/): By: April Mae M. Berza like a falling debris from a construction site slowly committing suicide as it touches the ground, again I looked up to witness how words magnetized the tongue to remain silent as if under oath, the oath... - [Poem: Bipolar](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/02/poem-bipolar/): By: April Mae M. Berza A psychologist asked me my dream last night. I never told her about you, that you colonized my subconscious, paralyzing me until I wake up. I surrender to the idiopathic pain when I realize you are... - [Story: Ravine](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/02/story-ravine/): By: Brian Michael Barbeito It was in the day and about a couple of hours before dusk when I went out walking. Going down the park path, there was, on the right, the major road and its hustle. Standing there... - [Story: For Brunettes Only](https://literaryyard.com/2013/09/01/story-for-brunettes-only/): By: Arthur Davis The midpoint of my unforeseen journey began in this small, soundproofed enclosure, which boasted one television conspicuously absent a channel selector, four ordinary upholstered chairs, and sofa sitting on a sanguine blue-green oriental carpet. The Blue Room, as... - [Poem: A letter to my unborn child](https://literaryyard.com/2013/08/31/poem-a-letter-to-my-unborn-child/): By: Adesina Dolapo   Faraway in an unknown Unknown distant land Land she sleeps And wakes all alone All alone she lives Lives and waits Waits for me to come Waits for me to come Come take her to be mine.... - [Poem: Silent Stage](https://literaryyard.com/2013/08/31/poem-silent-stage/): By: Elancharan Gunasekaran Candles lit on waxed parapets Flame tips align Piercing the night skies Holding the heavens in place For, The show is about to begin Sneaking a peak She rotates gracefully Facing the spotlight The moon basks In glamour... - ["The Dream Chasers", another campus novel now from a bureaucrat](https://literaryyard.com/2013/08/31/six-friends-six-lives-one-gang-another-campus-novel-now-from-a-bureaucrat/): ‘The Dream Chasers’ is one of those campus novels wherein friends make fun, do everything like we can expect and love the same girl. Set for launch this September, the novel is priced at Rs 199. Its story goes like... - [Poem: Artifice](https://literaryyard.com/2013/08/30/poem-artifice/): By: Rati Agnihotri To get fascinated By the morbid details of other peoples’ lives To locate art In the slip discs of a chaotic composition To whisper stranger, stranger In the middle of the night And then paint all night... - [Poem: Moon –whip](https://literaryyard.com/2013/08/30/poem-moon-whip/): By: Rati Agnihotri Please Crack the moon-whip Please No Under surveillance humanity But as i say Please crack the moon-ship Shhh, the priests sitting outside the graveyard are listening And the moon is shifting its gaze to your side of... - [Poem: In Ink](https://literaryyard.com/2013/08/30/poem-in-ink/): By: Rati Agnihotri Write on me in ink the deep blue language of moon famed silt and then print on me in ink those defamed chunks of moon mad memoirs . Look at me in ink The deep red ink... - [Poem: Contained Parentheses](https://literaryyard.com/2013/08/29/poem-contained-parentheses/): By: Sneha Subramanian Kanta Sometimes stagnant ink dries; And at others the paper is crumpled. His eyes have stopped speaking now for long Yet silences move across nudging distances unsaid. Brinks of a brown coloured table Hold two candles on a... - [Poem: A Column of Broken Thoughts](https://literaryyard.com/2013/08/29/poem-a-column-of-broken-thoughts/): By: Sneha Subramanian Kanta Sometimes when words delude One may hope to start with a prelude Quiet corners have intense rumblings profound With fire like flames burning ceaselessly around. Surrender to the dark For ’tis the only companion that doesn’t mock... - [ The Pseudonym and The Cuckoo's Calling](https://literaryyard.com/2013/08/29/the-pseudonym-and-the-cuckoos-calling/): By: Konika Mukherjee The hyped revelation of Rowling’s book ‘The Cuckoo’s Calling’ under a pseudonym and an assumed background of an army personnel has led us again to wonder about the need of hiding behind an unknown persona. There was... - [Poem: Serenity](https://literaryyard.com/2013/08/28/poem-serenity/): By: Neelam Dadhwal Absorbed in echoes of moonlight reflecting on calm waters, serenading in cosmic universe full of tornadoes, tidal waves rushing to me. The moon among palm leaves, among clouds, emerges in shades leaving me to interpolate rightly something unachievable... - [Story: The Dragonfly](https://literaryyard.com/2013/08/28/story-the-dragonfly/): By: Linda M. Crate They lived in a lonely, nowhere town. A goodbye place, a place of new beginnings or endings. It was a rural place full of dirt roads, and a familiarity that could provide comfort and peace of... - [Story: Six](https://literaryyard.com/2013/08/27/story-six/): By: Nikita Gill August echos of emptiness. **** We parted in July. I loved you too much. I had not thought that would become too much for you to handle. And that we would part on a technicality. It was... - [Comparing Evils](https://literaryyard.com/2013/08/26/comparing-evils/): By William T. Hathaway From the Book RADICAL PEACE: People Refusing War Jamal Khan is an Afghan journalist who fled his country because of Taliban persecution and now lives in Germany. We met in the apartment of a mutual friend... - [Story: Stay Well](https://literaryyard.com/2013/08/26/story-stay-well/): By: Merlin Flower The house looked as if it resented the conversion to a clinic. The notice board announcing, ‘Dr. Baanshyam, M.D., Senior Psychiatrist. Chennai- 89” failed to give a clinical air. I opened the rusty gate destroying a new... - [Poem: I've Torn Apart The Laughter ](https://literaryyard.com/2013/08/26/poem-ive-torn-apart-the-laughter/): By: G David Schwartz I’ve torn apart the laughter To let you go trembling after But I guess you didn’t know I didn’t want you to go And thought you went silently You didn’t even think of me If that’s... - [Story: The Verdant Palms of August](https://literaryyard.com/2013/08/23/story-the-verdant-palms-of-august/): By: Brian Michael Barbeito   The stucco walls there, always in the day, and shining from sun that goes to visit. Jacob could hear the ocean gathering strength, at first almost silently, but it was a force that would grow... - [Story: Iwo Jima](https://literaryyard.com/2013/08/23/story-iwo-jima/): By David Hariman He’d promised Jack Borger’s widow he’d “stop by some day” to pay his respects. At the time, he never could have foreseen that a flight of steps would make that a physical impossibility. Gordon Zane looked across... - [Story: Sisters](https://literaryyard.com/2013/08/23/story-sisters/): By: David Hariman Her makeup was garishly overdone. There was too much eye shadow, eyeliner and mascara. Her lips glared in fire-engine red lip gloss. Her fingers were tipped in acrylic French nails. Her hair, well, her hair was to... - [Story: The Deep Blue Goodbye](https://literaryyard.com/2013/08/21/story-the-deep-blue-goodbye/): By: JP Miller Jack leaned carefully back in the white plastic chair, testing its strength. The dried, sun-bleached seat was thin and chipped, springy and withered. It cracked and moaned with his weight. He kicked off his sandals, leaned backwards,... - [Literature: Compromise and Commitment](https://literaryyard.com/2013/08/20/literature-compromise-and-commitment/): By Gaither Stewart “Just as over the portal of the antique world there was written the Delphic maxim, ‘Know thyself’, just so over the portal of the new world, ‘Be thyself’ shall be written.” [Oscar Wilde, The Soul of Man... - [Review: A terrible beauty is born](https://literaryyard.com/2013/08/19/review-a-terrible-beauty-is-born/): [A review of I Call Myself Earth Girl, A novel by Jan Krause Green] By William T. Hathaway She’s 46. She just found out she’s three months pregnant. Her husband has been away, and she hasn’t had sex in six... - [Story: The Courier](https://literaryyard.com/2013/08/19/story-the-courier/): By David Hariman It was uncomfortably hot in Sierra Leone this time of year; the cooling, sometimes torrential, rains wouldn’t come for four months. The taxi jolted, hitting yet another pothole. The lone passenger in the front seat, unfazed by... - [The Top 15 Richest Authors Of 2013](https://literaryyard.com/2013/08/16/the-top-15-richest-authors-of-2013/): Unless one gets published, there are pains – a whole of lot of them. But once the first hurdles are behind, the race onto reaching the best of you, getting more name and amassing more wealth begins. Many literary artists... - [Poem: Like the Village](https://literaryyard.com/2013/08/15/poem-like-the-village/): By: Taslima Nasrin Translated by: Kousik Adhikari You look like that village On whose sky no sun rises, Only scarecrow clouds gather, Even the moon hides It’s burned face, Trees naked like old pros- No flower blossoms anywhere, In the advent... - [Poem: With an Invaluable Jewel Near](https://literaryyard.com/2013/08/15/poem-with-an-invaluable-jewel-near/): By: Binoy Mazumdar  Translated by:  Kousik Adhikari Like walking With an invaluable jewel near A tension makes me pained always, I hear different flowers are there, But bathing in ocean of a person Having cuts, fear shadows my mind, Thinking where... - ['A Cool Dark Place' a debut novel by Supriya Dravid](https://literaryyard.com/2013/08/15/a-cool-dark-place-a-debut-novel-by-supriya-dravid/): The loss of someone dear does not mean that you’ve lost everything. There might be something hidden in the past. The present problems in the family must an outcome of the issues in the past. Here is a novel “A... - [Story: Moon and the China Cottage](https://literaryyard.com/2013/08/14/story-moon-and-the-china-cottage/): By: Brian Michael Barbeito The China Cottage was not a cottage. It was a restaurant on the one lane highway nobody really patronized save for the odd travelling soul. Moon was not the moon as in the one that sits in... - [Jhumpa Lahiri's The Lowland set for launch this September](https://literaryyard.com/2013/08/14/jhumpa-lahiris-the-lowland-set-for-launch-this-september/): Jhumpa Lahiri is back with the next fictional work. Her new novel ‘The Lowland’ is set for launch in September and is getting pre-orders on popular online book stores such as Flipkart.com and Homeshop18.com, etc. The Lowland sets the tragic... - [Language Endangerment and India: A Critical Study](https://literaryyard.com/2013/08/13/language-endangerment-and-india-a-critical-study/): By: Kousik Adhikari Imagine that you are the last speaker of your language! Every other person who ever spoke your language has passed away. You have no one to talk in your own mother tongue; your children never learned your language and... - [Indian Lit: The Unnamed Genre](https://literaryyard.com/2013/08/13/indian-lit-the-unnamed-genre/): By: Sai Diwan PART ONE Curtain. The colonizer has bowed out, and India remains the last man standing. The spectators gather their coats, and cheer their appreciation of the long struggle for independence one last time. And yet, Indian remains... - [Story: Void](https://literaryyard.com/2013/08/12/story-void/): By Jennifer Hutchison Nancy lowered her head over the toilet bowl, forced herself to throw up again. She couldn’t stay in the bathroom much longer. Bubble Guppies would soon be over. The rest of the cookies, chips, crackers, and granola... - [The Tragedy of Power In Sophocles’ Antigone](https://literaryyard.com/2013/08/11/the-tragedy-of-power-in-sophocles-antigone/): MAN AND LAWS OF THE LAND  By: Gaither Stewart Antigone’s travail begins when she learns she was born of the incestuous union of Oedipus, the former king of Thebes, and his own mother, Jocasta. After the blindness of her father-brother, Antigone... - [Poem: destroying the sky](https://literaryyard.com/2013/08/10/poem-destroying-the-sky/): By: Linda M. Crate when there’s thunder there’s lightening and always a surplus of rain colder than moon silver to kiss me with the stain of his melancholy or rage; wiping smiles so easily away as if they were constructed by... - [Poem: loss](https://literaryyard.com/2013/08/10/poem-loss/):   By: Linda M. Crate   maybe it’s your loss but it feels like mine all i know is we are meant to be together intuition, i guess; as the grass knows to grow and dew knows to fall birds to... - [The Zigzag Way, a magical novel, is back with watercolour cover](https://literaryyard.com/2013/08/10/the-zigzag-way-a-magical-novel-is-back-with-watercolour-cover/): Anita Desai is one of the leading literary fiction artists in India today. Her novels have made a couple of time to the Booker shortlist, though she never won one. Recently her novel ‘The Zigzag Way’ launched in 2004 got... - [Self-word: 2nd Edition for “The Tales of the Storm”](https://literaryyard.com/2013/08/09/self-word-2nd-edition-for-the-tales-of-the-storm/): By: Francis Allenby The first edition of TALES OF THE STORM has gone almost unnoticed. Let us just say that, due to some strict editorial policies, the e-book was published as the publisher wanted it, not taking into account the suggestions... - [Non-fiction: Remembering Uncle J.P.](https://literaryyard.com/2013/08/08/non-fiction-remembering-uncle-j-p/): By: Raymond Greiner I lived in Vienna West Virginia until age 11, we then moved to Marion, Ohio where I entered the 6th grade, in 1951. We all have memories of our early years as we awakened to the world,... - [Non-fiction: Dear Professors](https://literaryyard.com/2013/08/08/non-fiction-dear-professors/): By: Damon Ferrell Marbut You could have told me anything about relationships when I was in graduate school, anything about how they function or operate, and I generally would not have listened. Love? I was all in because I saw it... - [Story: Avenue Kleber](https://literaryyard.com/2013/08/07/story-avenue-kleber/): By: Brian Vowels   Marie hopped off the Metro at the Kléber station because she decided her remaining precious days in Paris shouldn’t be spent riding in an underground train nor in a taxi nor in a hotel lobby for that... - [Poem: Superstition](https://literaryyard.com/2014/11/24/poem-superstition/): By: Mitch Green I wasn’t the focus, the focal diction – Fiction dead on ambition. Wishing, superstition – salivating, Procreating the filth from my heart. Fresh starts are only mental manipulation, Lonely relations held in handless arms. Stoic seasons pass fast... - [Poem: Kettle Wax](https://literaryyard.com/2014/11/24/poem-kettle-wax/): By: Mitch Green Interstellar techno-optics formed flashes of bright, splashing pigments across the far wall. Fashionably suitable for this celebrative, retro-themed shindig. Knee-high stockings skinned to the seam of multicolor ribbons. Lacing wars, racing to slither between breasts of a golden... - [Poem: Death Anniversary](https://literaryyard.com/2014/11/24/poem-death-anniversary/): By: Mohammad Jashim Uddin You are invited cordially. Come, please come to me straight. You are the chief guest in my death anniversary celebration ceremony. Can you remember why I celebrate it? Every December 15 I must observe because I... - [Incentive To Aspire](https://literaryyard.com/2014/11/20/incentive-to-aspire/): By: Raymond Greiner Human social design has traveled a long, meandering path encountering a myriad of challenges, barriers and conflicts. History unveils an assortment of achievements, errors, and misdirection resulting in what is perceived as the modern era. Historical sociological... - [Poem: Caterpillar on the run!](https://literaryyard.com/2014/11/20/poem-caterpillar-on-the-run/): By: Shilpa Jayshankar For all that they said, the entire life will be spent there, Snuggling in the corner For all that they gave, a silent treatment, For that they shot with those hurtful words For that they demeaned, abhorring the... - [‘Numinous’ by Leila A. Fortier with a touch of Sufism](https://literaryyard.com/2014/11/19/numinous-by-leila-a-fortier-with-a-touch-of-sufism/): A new collection of poems published by Saint Julian Press, ‘Numinous’  composed by Leila A. Fortier which is said to invoke the spirit of the first female saint of Sufism – Rabi’a al-Basri. It claims to arise from the deepest memories... - [Poem: Happiness Isn't A Warm Gun](https://literaryyard.com/2014/11/18/poem-happiness-isnt-a-warm-gun/): By: Reese Scott it was only a gun that she had found under a stranger’s pillow after they had made love it felt warm in her hand it felt warmer than he did when he was inside her - [Story: The Hanging House](https://literaryyard.com/2014/11/18/story-the-hanging-house/): By: Reese Scott It was dark. The three of them had planned this night for some time. They waited till Billy’s parents were asleep, Craig’s Mom passed out and Eddie’s foster parents never come home. They met just up the... - [Poem: The Focus Lens](https://literaryyard.com/2014/11/17/poem-the-focus-lens/): By: JD DeHart Take one from the sixth floor, The passerby. On his way to some waterfall Or casual acquaintance. Loping, coffee in hand, Does he think, ponder, look up At me, a creature on the cloud Encased by white outlines... - [Poem: Spread the Word](https://literaryyard.com/2014/11/17/poem-spread-the-word/): By: JD DeHart The word is suddenly A filet, indelicately butterflied. The word is suddenly The prospective worker eviscerated By the pomposity of interviewers. Let us show you our two question-one Question punch, they declare. Waste of paper products for degrees.... - [Story: Dementia](https://literaryyard.com/2014/11/17/story-dementia/): By: Gaither Stewart   The old man needed to piss. Much as he tried to return to ruminations about the Roman Empire, he couldn’t think of anything but piss. Binu should have long since been back. Probably downstairs at the... - [Poem: bloody mary](https://literaryyard.com/2014/11/16/poem-bloody-mary/): By: Sajan George your lips are contaminated dermis disfigured by the white lie you pronounce almost spontaneously -love you- masquerading a metaphysical insecurity - [Poem: bisexing](https://literaryyard.com/2014/11/16/poem-bisexing/): By: Sajan George exorcised from home braving rape by father incest with sibling for keeping virginity intact she is limping, loitering in the x-rayed streets; a safer venue by all accounts despite late night exfoliation by some thousand homegrown eunuchs reclaiming... - [Poem: Death of a dream](https://literaryyard.com/2014/11/13/poem-death-of-a-dream/): By: Neelam Singh It sprang forth like a majestic veil Desires indwelling colors of many Rainbow delight The delight to soar To rise up above all Desire to feel the wind in my wings Stormy winds A dark night Where’s... - [Poem: Magic and Mystery](https://literaryyard.com/2014/11/12/poem-magic-and-mystery/): By: Kousik Adhikari Many years passed since I have stopped to ask you, Many years since there is a thunder blue hail storm near my windows, Around my coffee table and the clouds blossoming over the sky Of our room,... - [Poem: When](https://literaryyard.com/2014/11/12/poem-when/): By: Kousik Adhikari When I stopped at the turn, the path was heavy With the flowers, dropped after the sudden downpour of April rain Like a girl, loaded with an embryo, looked desperate and shy. Looking at the horizon, I... - [Ben Okri’s The Age of Magic is here](https://literaryyard.com/2014/11/12/ben-okris-the-age-of-magic-is-here/): This is the press note that stores praises for the book. Please apply your comprehension while buying it. The press note: An intoxicating and dreamlike tale unfolds. Allow yourself to be transformed. Having shown a different way of seeing the... - [Poem: you let it go](https://literaryyard.com/2014/11/10/poem-you-let-it-go/): By: Linda M. Crate the pale of the moon fading into night that was our love, and you just let it go blow away like some fog resting on the heartbeat of the lake; you were not the man you... - [Poem: Remembering Scars](https://literaryyard.com/2014/11/10/poem-remembering-scars/): By: Linda M. Crate  i wonder if you remember all the things you said to me, but somehow i’m the bad guy because you bullied me; i remember how helpless i felt when even the vile guidance counselor took your... - [Poem: The Rhino-Skin and Goggles](https://literaryyard.com/2014/11/09/poem-the-rhino-skin-and-goggles/): By: Pijush Kanti Deb A poor hand- quite naked and flexible, needs a trust-worthy amulet made of rhino skin and a goggles to cover up its ocular confusions and hesitations- the outcome of a dual fought in its heart between... - [Poem: To My Daughter](https://literaryyard.com/2014/11/06/poem-to-my-daughter/): By: Adreyo Sen If Life were a 1 train, travelling through many islands of unhappiness, you’d get down at every station of despair to spread light, in your silent way. At five, you were already so grave, you made me laugh... - [Poem: Women Waiting at the Baths](https://literaryyard.com/2014/11/05/poem-women-waiting-at-the-baths/): By: Melanie Barbato A woman with mud-smeared face A woman not burnt by the flame A woman in hiding Among neighbours and friends A woman and her four children Their cornrow hair Done for the day A woman nervously fiddling A... - [Poem: Ordinary Woman](https://literaryyard.com/2014/11/05/poem-ordinary-woman/): By: Melanie Barbato Evil baffles me Not because it is alien to me – no evil is- But because for each Weakness, perversion, I fight in myself There marches An army of fools That has turned them Into their creed... - [Poem: Farruk Ahmed](https://literaryyard.com/2014/11/05/poem-farruk-ahmed/): By: Mohammad Jashim Uddin O Farruk! Perverted nation is now cursed. Slumbered nation is marching towards Avoiding the blood eyes and being inspired In order to break the Satan’s wall. O Farruk! You are not a lost Sinbad. You are faster... - [Poem: Still-born](https://literaryyard.com/2014/10/30/poem-still-born/): By: Jeshtha Kamra While our bodies share its secrets In all its mistiness Our memories bake into blackened bricks. I keep searching you Between our melting bodies and frozen minds. Blindfolding reality Into the maddening swirl of shameless confessions. In our... - [Poem: Laments](https://literaryyard.com/2014/10/29/poem-laments/): By: April Mae M. Berza I could have read “The Fault in our Stars” but I chose to hear your laments about your ex who chose his ex over you. The pain in my chest is like an inactive volcano... - [Poem: Forgetting is to inject insulin to a diabetic](https://literaryyard.com/2014/10/29/poem-forgetting-is-to-inject-insulin-to-a-diabetic/): By: April Mae M. Berza Forgetting is to inject insulin to a diabetic I feel in my blood the sweetness of pain The pain in my blood is swelling for a week. To remember you is to make me unsick... - [Poem: If I were a river](https://literaryyard.com/2014/10/29/poem-if-i-were-a-river/): By: April Mae M. Berza If I were a river, I will choose you as my destination, to flow like the tears of the cherubs one summer to quench the thirst of the vineyards. I could hear the orchestra, your... - [Man Booker is a Chicken Raffle: Richard Flanagan](https://literaryyard.com/2014/10/28/man-booker-is-a-chiken-raffle-richard-flanagan/): An Australian author Richard Flanagan won this year’s Man Booker Prize. Although he considers the prize not so precious when he talks about it as ‘CHICKEN RAFFLE’. The Hindu newspaper writes that Richard Flanagan is nothing if not a man... - [Story: The Photograph](https://literaryyard.com/2014/10/27/story-the-photograph/): By: Gaither Stewart Damiano ignores the tourists standing four and five deep at the coffee and pastry counter up front, nods amicably at the cashier, and strides purposefully down the red- carpeted corridor that by now he knows centimeter by... - [Poem: Pain](https://literaryyard.com/2014/10/26/poem-pain/): By: Ranjeet Sarpal Pain survives on its capacity to evoke memories Carefully selectively Memories are underpinned Then repetition of selective memories deepens the agonized self Triggering sea storm in blood veins . Words are recalled instinctual touch is forgotten. The broken... - [Driftwood: A Monologue](https://literaryyard.com/2014/10/25/driftwood-a-monologue/): By: JD DeHart My life is a drifting, a constant shuffling forward. Who holds the cards? I do not know the name of the god who is in charge of this, the gambling god, the one with the quick hands at... - [Poem: joy of today](https://literaryyard.com/2014/10/24/poem-joy-of-today/): By: Linda M Crate the trees and the sun beckon me outside and i follow without thought of the dishes or the laundry mopping or vacuuming floors life is made for the living and dust is for the dead; let... - [Poem: Alive](https://literaryyard.com/2014/10/24/poem-alive/): By: Linda M. Crate  you want to cage me, but my heart is too wild it even evades my rib cage i am wild and free a spirit that dances in the trees and stones of the river nature makes... - [Poem: beauty and the beast](https://literaryyard.com/2014/10/24/poem-beauty-and-the-beast/): By: Linda M. Crate oh, yes, vilify me vilify me you are the white knight trying to save me yes, the white knight and oh woe is you sweet saint you could not save the demon from herself! i’m sure... - [Poem: Moments](https://literaryyard.com/2014/10/20/poem-moments/): By: Neelam Singh Moments were moments You, the fulfillment of my desire My treasure exposed My freedom sold Moments were never like moments before Nothing felt No words said Restlessly I sobbed My soul ruined itself Moments were never like... - [Story: The Way You Cover](https://literaryyard.com/2014/10/17/story-the-way-you-cover/): By: Emily Eckart Greg had been watching Kayla for three months now, and he still wasn’t sure which of her details he liked best. She had her hair tied up messily. Her eyes were lined in dark makeup. Her skin,... - [Poem: The End of Sex](https://literaryyard.com/2014/10/17/poem-the-end-of-sex/): By Reese Scott you sucked me off until there was only marrow as you grew bored and decided to stay using words gestures and language to hide your appearance into mine until there is nothing else i can see - [Poem: Silence](https://literaryyard.com/2014/10/15/poem-silence/): By: Khuswand Naidu Nor to hear Nor to see Nor to talk bad If be to follow what Ghandi said we be to called monkeys of Gandhigiri What to do in today’s world follow Gandhigri? Or make own path Or work... - [Poem: Lover’s Lexicon](https://literaryyard.com/2014/10/14/poem-lovers-lexicon/): By: Adreyo Sen Angel is the word that comes to me unbidden when you are sleeping. Banter lets me drown in the love in your eyes. Candor is the gift you’ve always given me. Demure are your smiles in your delighting... - [Poem: You](https://literaryyard.com/2014/10/13/poem-you/): By: Leena Adhvaryu As I sit alone and ponder over a window sill, a busy street, a coffee mug, a ringing phone, a blowing wind, a blooming bud, you almost step in; like you stepped into my heart; tiptoed into my... - [Poem: Twilight](https://literaryyard.com/2014/10/13/poem-twilight/): By: Leena Adhvaryu A slow eating evening of a supine day, obfuscating the vaulting dome of the sky, inviting the crickets to take over the night. - [Poem: Wildflower](https://literaryyard.com/2014/10/13/poem-wildflower/): By: Leena Adhvaryu The landscape of love lies here amongst the wildflowers; under the antiquated trees who dare to kiss the morning sun face to face with the sky. Beleaguered with the wild trails and apple orchards perfectly silent, profoundly mute... - [Janice Pariat's 'Seahorse' to launch in November](https://literaryyard.com/2014/10/13/janice-pariats-seahorse-to-launch-in-november/): Often the synopsis of a novel plays an important role in creating interest in the reader’s mind about it. Maybe you would find ‘Seahorse’ interesting which is a novel by Janice Pariat published by Random House India. The novel is... - [Poem: What do we really give](https://literaryyard.com/2014/10/12/poem-what-do-we-really-give/): By: Debleena Majumdar The eyes; you notice them first, Eyes that had seen a father flinch In shame, or a mother’s lost look of pain, Yet eyes that look at you, warm and pure, As you stand at the door,... - [Poem: Freedom](https://literaryyard.com/2014/10/12/poem-freedom-3/): By: Debleena Majumdar They said fishes cannot fly But you drew paper fishes. They flew, free, in your dreams, With their wings of silver and gold. But who would believe if you told? They said its’ raining; run inside Don’t... - [Poem: Peace Price](https://literaryyard.com/2014/10/12/poem-peace-price/): By: Debleena Majumdar The battle was over now, The guns were gone. The river was quiet again, Rippling in the morning Sun. Peace was here; but she couldn’t see it. They had taken her pride, the light from her eyes. Dull... - [Story: A Planned Parenthood](https://literaryyard.com/2014/10/11/story-a-planned-parenthood/): By: Reese Scott The first time I was pregnant I didn’t know until I was almost ten weeks in. The second time I was pregnant I didn’t know until I was 12 weeks pregnant. I can hear the chorus now:... - [Story: Going Backwards Isn’t All That Bad](https://literaryyard.com/2014/10/11/story-going-backwards-isnt-all-that-bad/): By: Reese Scott On Sundays he went to church. He sat in the back and listened to the people around him. Never paying any attention to the sermon. In fact he was going to church for one reason only. To... - [Poem: Immortality](https://literaryyard.com/2014/10/10/poem-immortality/): By: Mohammad Jashim Uddin Immortal! Who cares the death? Have I been afraid ever The death sentence of you? You want me to make a slave. Who told you, me independent? Slave! Me the slave of Truth forever. Should I... - [Meet Nobel Laureate Patrick Modiano, a French writer](https://literaryyard.com/2014/10/09/meet-nobel-laureate-patrick-modiano-a-french-writer/): The 2014 Nobel Prize for Literature goes to Patrick Modiano, a French Writer who is best known for his novels about memory and identity. Patrick has once again proved that French rule when it comes to literature. He is 11th... - [Story: The Lady of Red Light District](https://literaryyard.com/2014/10/09/story-the-lady-of-red-light-district/): By: Muhammad Nasrullah Khan Ahmad rushed toward the newspaper office, trying to avoid the stinging, dust-filled wind that seemed getting stronger with every step. It was a brief walk from the parking lot. By the time he reached the office,... - [Poem: Sunny](https://literaryyard.com/2014/10/08/poem-sunny/): By: Christopher Wong Her heart, Like the sun, Pulses with light. Her blond hair, Flows so smoothly, Like the sun’s golden rays. Her embraces, Warm sad days, Like the sun after the rain. Whenever she cuddles Right beside me, It’s... - [Poem: Anxiety](https://literaryyard.com/2014/10/07/poem-anxiety/): By: Runaaz A Sharma  Heart pounding, mind numbing Fidgeting fingers, skimming through tome Eyes darting, ears perking On every able drone Ready! Silence descends All ascend Perching in nest Devoid of pandemonium Prayers are murmured Papers are shuffled Apprehension drowning my... - [2015 Commonwealth Short Story Prize Open for Entry](https://literaryyard.com/2014/10/07/2015-commonwealth-short-story-prize-open-for-entry/): Ladies and Gentlemen, The Literary Yard has got the following announcement from the Commonwealth Writers regarding a short story competition. If it interests you, please mind the guidelines and deadline: Writers have until 15 November 2014 to enter their short... - [Poem: We Forget How](https://literaryyard.com/2014/10/02/poem-we-forget-how/): By: JD DeHart The lawn used to look bigger, and the tree over the hill was miles away I was going to grow up and marry a famous actress and have famous little babies with faces much nicer than mine... - [Poem: The Urban Housewife](https://literaryyard.com/2014/10/02/poem-the-urban-housewife/): By: JD DeHart I suppose there is some object in space or some floating personality which governs us always and constantly so that we organize ourselves first by the concept of mother, father, brother then we begin to feel stirrings... - [Story: A Storm Changes Everything](https://literaryyard.com/2014/10/02/story-a-storm-changes-everything/): By: Gaither Stewart Oh, no, it’s already beginning. As every morning the usual twisting and untangling myself to escape these capricious sheets. Already another day. I no sooner finally drop off to sleep than I’m waking and another long day... - [Story: The Banyan Tree](https://literaryyard.com/2014/10/01/story-the-banyan-tree/): By: Adreyo Sen When I was a boy, my mother was the district magistrate of a tiny little corner of India. Magisterially disapproving of my tendency to disappear in my books and diaries, she’d take me with her on her week-long... - [Story: Stupour](https://literaryyard.com/2014/10/01/story-stupour/): By: Rency Philip “Hand me another mug. I’m still thirsty.” A hesitant mug comes your way across the counter. The karaoke hours were fast approaching and you want to scoot before they start. As you gulped down what was the... - [Non-fiction: Exit](https://literaryyard.com/2014/09/30/non-fiction-exit/): By: Neelam Singh Life’s struggles end today. Life, like a farce stands gaping at me. Moments of pain, laughter, fear and shame rekindled in my mind. Moments spent alone, and moments spent talking to walls. Today all was still, no... - [Rokda by Nikhil Inamdar, a book of business stories](https://literaryyard.com/2014/09/29/rokda-by-nikhil-inamdar-a-book-of-business-stories/): Today, I’ve an interesting book which might sound more of a business one. However, I insist you read it. While this brings in mind the business, money into mind, it gives you an interesting class in India which has always... - [Poem: Reflecting Upon a Half-eaten Moon](https://literaryyard.com/2014/09/27/poem-reflecting-upon-a-half-eaten-moon/): By: Athena Mondal Image of a half-eaten moon, slowly savoured The downward strokes of an acoustic guitar, In wafts the smell of precious memories, Some from the well-guarded past, Some in the mind yet to be made, For only in darkness... - [Poem: Borrowed Words](https://literaryyard.com/2014/09/27/poem-borrowed-words/): By: Athena Mondal Borrowed words Full of sound and fury But not my own. Dancing in the streets to music only in their ears Considered insane by those who Lack imagination. An idea is born and the ones with the words... - [Story: The Headmistress](https://literaryyard.com/2014/09/26/story-the-headmistress/): By: Adreyo Sen When Sinbad was small, I never thought she would grow to old age. She was a sweet little thing, gravely affectionate and so eager to please me in her quiet ways. Tractable in most things, she could be... - [Story: The Little Sister](https://literaryyard.com/2014/09/26/story-the-little-sister/): By: Adreyo Sen I never wondered why the only thing in my room was a grimy, stained bathtub, overflowing with black, sulphurous water. You see, I always assumed that it was there so that my brother could shove my face into... - [Poem: The Puzzle](https://literaryyard.com/2014/09/25/poem-the-puzzle/): By: Bejoy Balagopal In the rapidly vanishing sands of time, Where is it that I draw my line? Once the waves wash their sins on shore, How would I know which half is mine? In the lonely expanse of the blue,... - [Poem: The lost drop](https://literaryyard.com/2014/09/24/poem-the-lost-drop/): By: Debleena Majumdar She peeped from the Leaking tap, dazzled By the tapestry life spun. Seeking her life under the Sun. She dripped. One lost drop. Jostling with the million Other drops in the tanker, She heard with dread, The... - [Story: Love me two times](https://literaryyard.com/2014/09/24/story-love-me-two-times/): By: Reese Scott At fourteen they went behind the barn and got married. She brought one of her dogs and he brought one of his friends. After the wedding they dropped acid, climbed flag poles, put fireworks inside peoples’ homes... - [Story: Fighting Weight](https://literaryyard.com/2014/09/23/story-fighting-weight/): By: Vanessa Cutts Jack sprat could eat no fat and his wife could eat no lean so between them both you see they licked the plate clean Jack Sprat came from a very large family. He had too many relatives... - [Poem: Treasures and Taints from a Splatterring Gutter](https://literaryyard.com/2014/09/22/poem-treasures-and-taints-from-a-splatterring-gutter/): By: Basit Olatunji Although my words may carry the buccal venom of an angry witch and the fire of a possessed wizard they sometimes too, ooze a cooling breeze and sheath the sword of a bullying Capulet in the face of... - [Poem: Woe-man](https://literaryyard.com/2014/09/22/poem-woe-man/): By: Basit Olatunji (For ill-fated husbands) could this be a woman or a monstrous monster? think she’s a woe-man worse than a human before her husband came to relieve her parents of their desperate daughter it’s a pity, he never knew... - [Poem: Desert Flower](https://literaryyard.com/2014/09/19/poem-desert-flower/): By: Raymond Greiner The desert appears lifeless, void of color. No cathedrals, only isolation, heat and blinding sun. One must hike the desert’s long trail to understand it. Hunker down on a cold desert night as scorpions may sleep in... - [Songs of a Clerk: Poetry about the Daily Monotony](https://literaryyard.com/2014/09/19/songs-of-a-clerk-poetry-about-the-daily-monotony/): Songs of a Clerk, another collection of poems by author and poet Gary Beck, claims to show us a unique perspective on life, hope, and our too-often faded dreams. Through his gifted poetry the publisher claims that we would be... - [Story: A Miami Murder](https://literaryyard.com/2014/09/18/story-a-miami-murder/): By: Sam Rapth The Coastal Road was dancing according to the music of the soaking sun. At the horizon, it was difficult to differentiate between the sky and the sea. The bluish sea glittered in the morning sun. This Road... - ['Orfeo' Longlisted for the Man Booker Prize 2014](https://literaryyard.com/2014/09/18/orfeo-longlisted-for-the-man-booker-prize-2014/): ‘Orfeo’ a novel by Richard Powers has been able to make to the longlist of the Man Booker Prize 2014. Orfeo has earned a number of good reviews from renowned newspapers and magazines globally. The book is said to be... - [Poem: Golden Chapati](https://literaryyard.com/2014/09/17/poem-golden-chapati/): By: Ranjeet Singh While walking through a faceless crowd Looking at the golden temple And its golden reflections in the water, Measuring its pride in one quick glimpse The poor child, Adding curiosity to his hunger, Asked his mother Do... - [Review: Dr. Gulshan Ara Kazi’s Kazi Nazrul Islam -Maya](https://literaryyard.com/2014/09/16/review-dr-gulshan-ara-kazis-kazi-nazrul-islam-maya/): By: Mohammad Jashim Uddin Dr. Gulshan Ara Kazi is a prominent senior scientist of Cancer Drug Development. In her professional work, she has faced obstacles from different parts of society. In order to overcome the obstacles, she has taken the inspiration... - [Poem: Words](https://literaryyard.com/2014/09/16/poem-words/): By: Neelam Singh Vows vows and vows Torturous words to my ears now I do , I do , I do Do we really mean I do? Two words- I do The world kept looking through Innocent words- I do... - [Poem: Walk away](https://literaryyard.com/2014/09/15/poem-walk-away/): By: Neelam Singh Laughter stings my soul Hope shrunk If someone could eavesdrop my heart Bitter sweet memories remain Lost in the wilderness Where the wild thing are I often wonder What is this thing called life Darkness, blood and pain... - [Poem: Past the Olive Trees in Aokigahara](https://literaryyard.com/2014/09/14/poem-past-the-olive-trees-in-aokigahara/): By: Kate O’Neil I’m ready; hit me with that dark water; Soft peach-skin buttresses my shoes; my palanquin lies uncreased. In the muggy distance I can almost make you out, slumping closer a staring, windlestraw horror. Approach then. I’ll throw... - [Poem: Support](https://literaryyard.com/2014/09/14/poem-support/): By: Kate O’Neil The blue sky melts off into the short grasses, rustling green with the wind; that ocelot steps past quietly. The trees almost smell like cordite. I woke up in a tree. I threw this postcard down to a... - [Story: My Daddy](https://literaryyard.com/2014/09/13/story-my-daddy/): By: Ed Nichols My daddy’s name was Jefferson Henry Wilkes and the last time I saw him was in the insane asylum in Milledgeville, Georgia in 1958. He’d been there for four years when we visited him that last time. My... - [Story: Freud had not said](https://literaryyard.com/2014/09/11/story-freud-had-not-said/): By: Sam Rapth She came like an Angel. Is this sufficient to say? Considering her beauty precisely, these five words are very less. She was tall to five and a half feet. Slim physique. But, someone naughty like me might... - [Poem: Junction](https://literaryyard.com/2014/09/10/poem-junction/): By: Adreyo Sen Small town shop clerks with butterfly wings on the delicate blackness pedalling their eyes seek to alight and make a home in the homely hearts muscled on ageing bike riders with mothers who had only feet on the... - [Essay: Cactus Flower](https://literaryyard.com/2014/09/10/essay-cactus-flower/): By: Raymond Greiner Intensity eludes description as the burden of time serves memories as a dinner for one, flashing images on the walls of our minds biting back at loneliness in a medley of solitary thoughts ranging from delight to... - [Poem: Alice](https://literaryyard.com/2014/09/08/poem-alice/): By: Milt Montague Evey and Eddy we join you in mourning as you sit shiva for your dear mother I remember…. I’ve known her over 60 years a nice Jewish girl from Brooklyn raised in a modest home with traditional values... - [Poem: Gobekli Tepe](https://literaryyard.com/2014/09/08/poem-gobekli-tepe/): By: Milt Montague for almost twenty years archaeologists have been unearthing a mound that once was a temple complex from ten to twelve thousand years ago the oldest man made edifice on earth predating Stonehenge in England The Great Pyramids... - [Jean Follain's 'Demarcations' reviewed](https://literaryyard.com/2014/09/04/jean-follains-demarcations-reviewed/): Reviewed by: Thomas Sanfilip Translated from the French by Kurt Heinzelman Host Publications Most poetry written today cannot claim descent from the moral standard that underlies all great poetry, but rather the neutered outer shell of language that evolved in... - [Poem: Evolution](https://literaryyard.com/2014/09/03/poem-evolution/): By: Linda M. Crate i am a train one day i’ll crash into monuments of myself that i won’t recognize; we are always evolving, always changing the more we resist the more inevitable it is— and though we change there’s... - [Poem: stranger danger](https://literaryyard.com/2014/09/03/poem-stranger-danger-2/): By: Linda M. Crate  i was the girl that was too trusting i believed everything you had to say, and i didn’t conceive the thought you were just being charming to get what you wanted; it was all a game... - [Poem: Never Again](https://literaryyard.com/2014/09/03/poem-never-again/): By: Linda M. Crate you burned my dreams to ashes there was no need for such vicious carnage for a self-destruction that would take us both down in flames, and i do wonder sometimes if you said you loved me... - [Story: Saint-Tropez](https://literaryyard.com/2014/09/02/story-saint-tropez/): By: Alan Swyer “On va te montrer un endroit extraordinaire,” my French girlfriend, Marie-Denise, said on an evening that, after many years, still feels like twenty minutes ago. We were young, carefree as I would ever be, and spending time... - [Story: I really am who I don’t want to be](https://literaryyard.com/2014/09/01/story-i-really-am-who-i-dont-want-to-be/): By: Reese Scott At night she would lie in bed and try not to think of eating. It wasn’t that she was hungry at least not for food. She would try her best not to sleep because she was still... - [Story: Never Get to Inverness](https://literaryyard.com/2014/08/31/story-never-get-to-inverness/): By: Gaither Stewart “In order to understand the world, one must turn away from it on occasion.” (Albert Camus) Via Nazionale. The taxi battles its way up the steep avenue in the precarious right lane reserved for public vehicles. Blinding... - [Story: The Stone House](https://literaryyard.com/2014/08/31/story-the-stone-house/): By: JP Miller From the kitchen door of the stone house, one could see as far as the Red Hook ferry dock on St. Thomas. Down below the calm water and just off the beach on Cruz bay was a... - [Poem: It Gets Real](https://literaryyard.com/2014/08/29/poem-it-gets-real/): By: J.L. Amos Creamy, purple-flowered porcelain. Circular. A tulled ballerina in toe shoes spins to brass polyphonics, mindless with a strawberry sneer. Bump it off the dresser with a searching elbow, rage smash it on the wall, finger push it.... - [Poem: Sweet Love! Sweet Death!](https://literaryyard.com/2014/08/29/poem-sweet-love-sweet-death/): By: Khemendra Kamal Kumar Oh, what queer sight my eyes to see, Two lovely doves, springing in glee, In gusty South Easterly, they grew with me, Gliding in the fair skies, far from thee. In unison, swaying heads right to... - [Poem: VERVE](https://literaryyard.com/2014/08/28/poem-verve/): By: Mitch Green Sinners, saints – bone edged proficient damsels Rebirthed reunions relishing fortified foundations of burial worship. To sink, we embalm our bones, Hope – it’s not our home, Nostalgic principles of dreamscapes and saloons, dividing oceans, Monsoons, grave lagoons.... - [Poem: Sea-gulfs](https://literaryyard.com/2014/08/28/poem-sea-gulfs/): By: Mitch Green I took her breath into my lungs – all of it. Intoxication never hit so hard; that surreal spin submersing beneath my humanity with enough influence to drive me off the ledge from this prodigal possession. It... - [Poem: Hostages](https://literaryyard.com/2013/12/16/poem-hostages/): By: Claire Scott We hold our dead hostage Squeezing every memory Every story every feeling As though they were oranges With eternal juice Keeping faded photos Old diaries– ways to keep Them more alive than dead Keep them hovering Listening to... - [Poem: Cancellation](https://literaryyard.com/2013/12/16/poem-cancellation/): By: Claire Scott The past cancels the present Closing doors and windows With clicks and slams Circling and circling In a closed space The continuous curve Of a mobius strip The past sucking possibility Eating our present minute by minute Hour... - [Poem: PARENTHESES](https://literaryyard.com/2013/12/16/poem-parentheses/): By: Claire Scott I live inside parentheses My home since I was six At night I gently lift one Or the other and slip out Tentative, tactful Not upsetting syntax Not capsizing capital letters Or kicking commas To the foot of... - [Poem: GOD STOPPED BY](https://literaryyard.com/2013/12/16/poem-god-stopped-by/): By: Claire Scott the other day wearinga heavy overcoattall rubber bootsa plaid scarf wrappinghis heavenly neckcoughing, his voice nasal fromscotch and cigaretteslooking slightly stoutlooking slightly bentstubble on his divine cheeksoccasional nose picking a bit grouchy, complaints ofstuck bowels, arthritic knees he... - [Story: Highways](https://literaryyard.com/2013/12/14/story-highways/): By: Brian Barbeito He pulled up to the place where they once sat together. That was the place on the outskirts of the suburbs, where the highway stretched south towards the major city and all that it entailed. To the... - [Story: The Asthmatic](https://literaryyard.com/2013/12/10/story-the-asthmatic/): By: Brian Michael Barberton He was almost six feet tall and didn’t know what to do with his height or anything much at all for that matter. It was early in September, and we had not played our first game.... - [Story: Intersections](https://literaryyard.com/2013/12/10/story-intersections/): By: Brian Michael Barbeito There is a place I saw by 16th side road and Don Mills Avenue. I was headed north and away from cities. It was to the left, a small strip plaza new and unencumbered by the... - [From Dropout Doper to Award-Winning Novelist](https://literaryyard.com/2013/12/09/from-dropout-doper-to-award-winning-novelist/): By: William T. Hathaway At the age of 15 I decided I was going to be a writer. I loved books, and writing them seemed to be the greatest thing in the world to do. Now after eight books it... - [Story: The Miracle Of the Shoe Laces](https://literaryyard.com/2013/12/07/story-the-miracle-of-the-shoe-laces/): By: Gaither Stewart  Directly across the road from my store, Andrey is sitting on the wall that overlooks the long green valley. In this moment, his eyes are fixed on a bizarre figure in blooming pants and an over-sized wind... - [Poem: Forlorn Son](https://literaryyard.com/2013/12/06/poem-forlorn-son/): Did he mourn the demise of his old mother who‘d walked into the sunset forever? Did he confront the flashbacks of unforgettable moments which billowed from the smoky ashes? Was he dying for the golden moments he had once lived because... - [Story: The Flying Flies](https://literaryyard.com/2013/12/05/story-the-flying-flies/): By: Michael C. Keith No good deed goes unpunished. –– Claire Boothe Luce At an early age, Abdul Karim noticed he could transfer the bothersome floaters that cluttered his vision to another person. It was a great relief to him... - [Poem: A Dullard down the Way](https://literaryyard.com/2013/12/05/poem-a-dullard-down-the-way/): By: Sonali Raj He will go out on his bicycle when no one rides bicycles except dressed in fluorescent; He will go in everyday clothes, take the dullest road, by the ruins idle boys play cricket in, by the city drains,... - [Poem: barren](https://literaryyard.com/2013/12/05/poem-barren/):   By: Sonali Raj don’t say i used your body …….say liquor women whisky …….husk women liquor city musk, your eyes …….lie about where you’ve been - [If I was a Talking Animal in a Story](https://literaryyard.com/2013/12/05/if-i-was-a-talking-animal-in-a-story/): By: Michael Andreoni I wouldn’t be good. For you. It might begin with a sense of uneasiness as to why I’m there. A suspicion that my character conceals something or someone you wouldn’t like if I were said plainly. But my... - [Story: An Urban Diary](https://literaryyard.com/2013/12/03/story-an-urban-diary/): By: Raymond Greiner I awaken to the hydraulic whine of a trash truck. Nearby a massive waste incinerator emits a polluting stench mixing with the incessant rumble of traffic. Detroit, once a grand city is in steep decline with eroding... - [Story: The Wooden Engine](https://literaryyard.com/2013/12/02/story-the-wooden-engine/): By: Siddhartha Choudhury The boy was about three years old, and his large round eyes grew vibrant with delight upon seeing the wooden train engine. He tugged at his mother’s hand and said, ‘I want that engine.’ The mother of the... - [The Iliad and Paradise Lost: A symbiotic relationship](https://literaryyard.com/2013/11/30/the-iliad-and-paradise-lost-a-symbiotic-relationship/): By: Sai Diwan The tenacity of the conjunction of Good and Evil has lured many writers to explore this tie. The many implications of this conflict ensure the novelty of each representation, though the genesis of each is the same idea.... - [The Partition Literature and Popati Hiranandani’s Writing on Partition.](https://literaryyard.com/2013/11/29/the-partition-literature-and-popati-hiranandanis-writing-on-partition/): By: Kousik Adhikari In 1947, India got freedom from the British raj after some two hundred years of foreign yoke and consequently partition. Partition is such a major event that it can be described as the watershed in not only India’s... - [Poem: The Pastor](https://literaryyard.com/2013/11/28/poem-the-pastor/): By: Harrison Maxwell Peter Haines The Pastor’s hand slipped through the holy water nimbly, like the babbling tide of blood filled oceans. Baptised in autumn he stands in the rain, droplets sketch his lips and drown his dark green irises.... - [Story: JFK--Remembering That November Day](https://literaryyard.com/2013/11/28/story-jfk-remembering-that-november-day/): By William Norris  The lunchroom buzzed in anticipation of Thanksgiving. Don was first, his role to stake out our table. His eyes framed Karen Palou. She’d saunter by, wearing a tight gray dress; her mere scent brushing our appetite to the floor. Some... - [Poem: A Song Of Love Beyond](https://literaryyard.com/2013/11/26/poem-a-song-of-love-beyond/): By:  Deeya Bhattacharya Far-flung bell-beat of wings Flapping against the orange sky In the sun-kissed beach of Any sea-side city- Reminds me of a firm and desolate Tie with myself My mind and soul vie Contrary to each other- The sparkling... - [Review: Four Elemental Bodies by Claude Royet-Journoud](https://literaryyard.com/2013/11/25/review-four-elemental-bodies-by-claude-royet-journoud/): By: Thomas Sanfilip These days literary theory often plays a more significant role in culture than creative works themselves. In the case of poetry, even a cursory exposure to theory can manage to work an often insidious influence on the... - [The Big Fix](https://literaryyard.com/2013/11/24/the-big-fix/): By: G. D. McFetridge “The New York Times bestseller list is the most prestigious and important banner in publishing. However, it includes only a small fraction of total book sales nationwide.” I gleaned this quote from a writers magazine. But what... - [Story: Nightmares](https://literaryyard.com/2013/11/23/story-nightmares/): By: JP Miller Looking down at the smallness of the world from atop a mountain will put time and distance in perspective. Iraq was a world away. And, in the light and color of the hills, the sky really put... - [Story: Transformation](https://literaryyard.com/2013/11/22/story-transformation/): By: Raymond Greiner Chicago’s government housing project was built in the mid sixties. Aging has taken its toll, diminishing original intent of quality housing for those economically oppressed. Only one elevator is in working order and used infrequently from fear... - [Poem: Opposite of Life](https://literaryyard.com/2013/11/21/poem-opposite-of-life/): By: Amanda Trujillo I will listen to you grind your teeth; your impatience growing much like trees, slow, steady until their branches reach to the heaven above – cool breezes, on a particular rainy day, my soul you’ll take. Snow melting,... - [Poem: Untitled](https://literaryyard.com/2013/11/21/poem-untitled/): By: Amanda Trujillo Exhaustion besieges my eyelids, first the drought officers settle into the wedges of my eye sockets. ….…The less-than ….…spaces, ….…that embrace my nasal bones. Close behind, is the cargo deputy with an ample load for my eyelids.... - [Odysseus and Return](https://literaryyard.com/2013/11/20/odysseus-and-return/): By: JD DeHart The genius that might have been Homer knew some truths about humanity. One of the primary ideas echoed in the sometimes verbal and sometimes written bard’s work is that people want others to remember them. The Iliad focuses... - [Story: Car wash](https://literaryyard.com/2013/11/19/story-car-wash/): By: Jonathan TAN Ghee Tiong “The heat had beaten the senses out of everyone,” Ashad’s manager said after the brawl. Ashad could have knocked the man over with his knuckles. Or he could just walk away and rise above it all,... - [From Cheerleader to Enemy of the State](https://literaryyard.com/2013/11/17/from-cheerleader-to-enemy-of-the-state/): By:  William T. Hathaway From the Book RADICAL PEACE: People Refusing War The long, flouncy curls from Judy Davis’s cheerleader days are gone. Her straight blonde hair is now cut short. Large blue eyes stand out in a face pale... - [Poem: The Storytellers of the Sagging Steps](https://literaryyard.com/2013/11/17/poem-the-storytellers-of-the-sagging-steps/): By: LeeEl Yehezkel An old house, a bad paint job, and three old men in the doorway to match; George, Joseph, and Eli. Around them, a children’s soccer game is in motion, and their joking threats escape into the air.... - [Poem: Life of a Rose](https://literaryyard.com/2013/11/17/poem-life-of-a-rose/): By: Shagnik Saha I can’t see, fragile sepals shroud me, Wisps of the sun I glimpse, I hear the tumult, distant melody, Unlike the calm inside, suffocating insanity, There is so much to do, So much to be, All, If I’ll... - [Poem: Faces](https://literaryyard.com/2013/11/16/poem-faces-2/): By: Natana Vasuki Faces! Faces! Pervasive in the world Feed my sight every day Gentle like frolicking lambs Invite attention with their sweet innocence Ferocious like majestic tigers Ready to threaten with their powerful symmetry Jaunty, amiable and ebullient Serve... - [Ethnographic Surrealism: Authorship and Initiation in the Works of Alejo Carpentier and Lydia Cabrera](https://literaryyard.com/2013/11/15/ethnographic-surrealism-authorship-and-initiation-in-the-works-of-alejo-carpentier-and-lydia-cabrera/): By: JT Torres Oral traditions, especially those complicated by diaspora, typically retain shared levels of discourse by syncretizing the subjugated with the predominant aesthetics. By adopting methods popular with the oppressors, the oppressed preserve the forms and conventions necessary to... - [Poem: Peaceful Repose](https://literaryyard.com/2013/11/13/poem-peaceful-repose/): By: James G. Piatt There are images within my weary mind, Like the tide rising from the cobalt deep, Illuminating tenacious absurdities that I find, Stirring in deep nomadic longings, as I sleep. …..How do I gain an entrée to a... - [Poem: He is...](https://literaryyard.com/2013/11/13/poem-he-is/): By: James G. Piatt He is a divided self, Divergent egos with flights Into memories without maps, Detached, intoxicated with his Own importance: He is at war with himself, In a metaphysical battle Against unfathomable enigmas, He exists between reality and... - [Poem: I Marvel About Life](https://literaryyard.com/2013/11/13/poem-i-marvel-about-life/): By: James G. Piatt I devour the rocks that lie Beneath my wandering feet,The bushes with red flowersThat line the hungry brook,Then I digest nouns, verbs andPrepositions that paint the Landscape with edible poems. I listen to the grumbling earth, the... - [A Girl That Loves, Loves, Loves](https://literaryyard.com/2013/11/12/a-girl-that-loves-loves-loves/): By: Linda M. Crate Music moves me. I think it moves all of us. There’s just something in the poetry of words sung out loud to the chorus of a beat or melody that dances emotions to life in the... - [Story: An Earth Story](https://literaryyard.com/2013/11/12/story-an-earth-story/): By: Raymond Greiner My name is Caleb. I am 16 years old and documenting my life thus far. I have no parents or siblings. I was scientifically created and live in a barracks facility among 100 males my age with... - [Poem: Near Cleopatra’s Door](https://literaryyard.com/2013/11/11/poem-near-cleopatras-door/): By: Kousik Adhikari For the last few days rain shut me indoor, Lying on my ancestral bed that shrieks with every Splash of body I see the rain’s youth dancing On roofs, leaves, street’s black face, Water hissing, galloping the streets,... - [Poem: Simple](https://literaryyard.com/2013/11/11/poem-simple/): By: Kousik Adhikari Simply you have to mount a taxi That knows the history and geography of roads And fall on Southern Avenue, You will not fall. May I promise? Simply you have to tap the door That gets rusted waiting... - [The Nation as Mother in Bankimchandra’s ‘Anandamath’: A Critical Study](https://literaryyard.com/2013/11/11/the-nation-as-mother-in-bankimchandras-anandamath-a-critical-study/): By: Kousik Adhikari Bankim Chandra Chatterjee (1838-1894) has been undoubtedly and truly the finest product of the 19th century literary renaissance and the pioneer of the novel form in Bengal as the then capital of British ruled India. His first... - [Poem: The World Series in October](https://literaryyard.com/2013/11/10/poem-the-world-series-in-october/): By: Danny P. Barbare Sitting in the lounge chair by the fire place watching the World Series on a cold October night eating a pumpkin cookie and sipping on sweet apple cider. - [Poem: A House Chore](https://literaryyard.com/2013/11/10/poem-a-house-chore/): By: Danny P. Barbare Cleaning the bathroom it’s not a flowery chore so womanly or pretty just ask the shiny tile once covered with mildew or the polished fixtures once covered with scum. - [Poem: Haven't put it down](https://literaryyard.com/2013/11/09/poem-havent-put-it-down/): By: Kuzhoor Wilson Translated by : Anitha Varma The forgotten umbrella Fretted Did he get wet? Cry because it was missing? Would his mother have given him a beating? Benches and desks Are cozing The board still retains The day’s remnants Night... - [Story: Old Rum Bottles](https://literaryyard.com/2013/11/09/story-old-rum-bottles/):  By: Narasimha Sharma Veturi I opened my eyes to the frantic chaos of porters pushing my fellow passengers to come in and be the first to carry the luggage of the seemingly rich people. I was reasonably hungry and as I... - [Amazon releases Best Books of 2013 List](https://literaryyard.com/2013/11/08/amazon-releases-best-books-of-2013-list/): I’m sure you are interested in knowing the best books for 2013. So Amazon.com announced its selections for the Best Books of 2013. The annual feature includes the editors’ picks for the Top 100 Books of the Year as well... - [Poem: The Best Kind of Travel](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/31/poem-the-best-kind-of-travel/): By: Divya Rosaline I do not have the money to travel But I have traveled far and wide I’ve traveled the songs of dark – eyed women With strange men by their side And I have traveled my country’s pain That... - [Poem: Maudling](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/31/poem-maudling/): By: Divya Rosaline My past is fractured with memories of you Some injuries, they say, don’t heal. And while I’m one for pragmatisms I’m entangled in those Minutes Seconds Hours and Days When our orbits used to be the same. Not... - [Today, I will write](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/31/today-i-will-write/): By: Divya Rosaline Today, I will write. For myself. My words won’t weave themselves around people’s expectations of it. They won’t skirt around vulgarity and offense. They won’t refrain for the sake of opinions and criticism and judgment. They will breathe... - [The Romantic Sublime: What Wordsworth Said](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/30/the-romantic-sublime-what-wordsworth-said/): By: Sai Diwan ‘Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquillity.’ William Wordsworth (Lyrical Ballads) While it is these words that have made it into anthologies of Romantic poetry, it is... - [Amazon Publishing launches Day One--A Literary Journal](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/30/amazon-publishing-launches-day-one-a-literary-journal/): Dear Friends, You would be glad to know that Amazon Publishing has also jumped in the fray with its own Literary Journal–DAY ONE. I’ve received a press release from the company and so have posted for your convenience. You can... - [Story: The Grinding stone](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/30/story-the-grinding-stone/): By: Maya Unnikrishnan She waited for him. He was coming home after 25 years. She has changed, not the woman he brought home .She had that unsure gait in his presence, as though wanting to be there yet uncertain. He... - [Story: Owl in the Water Pit](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/28/story-owl-in-the-water-pit/): By: Gaither Stewart Martin was one of those persons to whom unusual things often happen. It was unclear whether he attracted the odd events or if the events attracted him. What is more, Martin implicated others in the things happening... - [Prose Poetry to Beat Writer’s Block](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/26/prose-poetry-to-beat-writers-block/): By: Shloka Shankar   Have you ever succumbed to writer’s block? Do the blinking cursor and that blank page on your monitor get the better of you? Have you ever felt the urge to write something, anything at all, to break... - [Oct. 31 Deadline Nears for 2014 Tucson Fest of Books Literary Awards](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/26/oct-31-deadline-nears-for-2014-tucson-fest-of-books-literary-awards/): The deadline for submitting fiction, nonfiction and poetry entries in the second annual Tucson Festival of Books Literary Awards is 5 p.m. Thursday, Oct. 31. First-place winners in each category will receive $1,000, second-place winners $500 and third-place winners $250.... - [Poetry and High Sensitivity](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/23/poetry-and-high-sensitivity/): By: Shailendra Chauhan Pearl S. Buck, (1892-1973), recipient of the Pulitzer Prize in 1932 and of the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1938, said the following about Highly Sensitive People: “The truly creative mind in any field is no more than... - [2 million copies of The Shiva Trilogy sold](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/23/2-million-copies-of-the-shiva-trilogy-sold/): The Shiva Trilogy, written by Amish, is a fictional tale of a Tibetan tribal called Shiva, whose adventures nearly 4000 years ago, morphed into the mythical legends of the Hindu God Shiva. The Shiva Trilogy (The Immortals of Meluha, The... - [Poem: midnight errands](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/22/poem-midnight-errands/): By: – Linda M. Crate always some errand to do something left forgotten spilling into the happiness of autumn, interrupting the peace; wish i had a broom like you could just zoom off and fly to mend any error with a... - [Poem: let me bee](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/22/poem-let-me-bee/): By: Linda M. Crate oh, let me bee, i would like to roam free through the skies pollinating flowers with the butterflies – you are sweet with your hair of goldenrod and eyes so blue, but i‘m sorry i tire... - [Poem: the brightest sunlit pool](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/22/poem-the-brightest-sunlit-pool/): By: Linda M. Crate  i‘m just the girl that can’t let go holding onto things long since rotted trying to wish friendships back to life, but once people forget they don’t like to remember or so it seems; i always seem to... - [Poem: not your song](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/22/poem-not-your-song/): By: Linda M. Crate  the sun looks at me lovingly peeping from beneath white clouds, and a bright blue sky pushing me to move on and some days i don’t think of you anymore; but on days like today you‘ve carved... - [Story: Kurri Thatha](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/21/story-kurri-thatha/): By: Maya Unnikrishnan His face was crisscrossed with lines, deep lines that formed seams across. His shirt hung loose on his thin bony frame, He had a crop of white hair which contrasted with his skin weather beaten and darkened by... - [Story: One For The Road](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/21/story-one-for-the-road/): By: Akash Vikas Rumade It was evening of Dusserah. The moon shone brightly in the dark blue skies although the grey clouds were trying hard to conceal it. On such a wintry night Arnab parked his bike at the pool... - [Story: Moderate Merlot](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/19/story-moderate-merlot/): By: Ross Durrence She always made full use of the full-length mirror in her apartment. Before she ever left the house she would take much more than a cursory glance at her appearance, surveying her form from head to toe. She... - [Story: June-bug](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/19/story-june-bug/): By: JP Miller Jacob sat at the porch table, lunching on a tomato sandwich, and stared through the rusty screen door at June-bug. Carefully, tenderly, June-bug whipped the axe through the air and divided a log of oak into two... - [Even Writers Need A Fix](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/18/even-writers-need-a-fix/): By: Richard D. Hartwell   My Morning Journal opening entry seems to capture an element of my fixation as a writer. Is there really a compulsion to write? For some there must be, but I think my own compulsion is now... - [Story: What a Trip!](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/18/story-what-a-trip/): By: Richard D. Hartwell You could say that the trip decided itself. In the car, on the way to Adalanto, neither of them can agree who had brought up the idea first, let alone how it was finalized. But by six-thirty... - [Poem: Two Extremes](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/17/poem-two-extremes/): By: Chandra Shekhar Dubey I stretch like an endless desert You flow like a perennial river I have nothing to hide, nothing to give you have in your sleeve a store of a giver. In your eyes there is confluence... - [Kobo introduces eReader in India](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/17/kobo-introduces-ereader-in-india/): Kobo and Indian booksellers Crossword, WHSmith and electronics retailer Croma, have announced the arrival of Kobo’s digital reading platform in India. Starting today, Kobo will be available in retail locations across India through its partnerships with Crossword, WHSmith and Croma.... - [Poem: A Disturbance](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/16/poem-a-disturbance/): By: Dr. James G. Piatt The burnt Willow trees On the smoldering edge Of the lazy torpid brook, Bend to the wind like a Nervous, anxious crowd Waiting for the night train, I watch in silence, feeling a Disturbance in the... - [Poem: Only a Memory](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/16/poem-only-a-memory/): By: Dr. James G. Piatt In the room Where the broken Vase exists Dead roses weep In sorrow, Darkness Covers the Rumpled bed, Splintered glass The diary… unfinished, Too late… Lost in Shadows, A window Broken by False promises Of love... - [Poem: Where are the years?](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/16/poem-where-are-the-years/): By: Dr. James G. Piatt I smelled of Birch leaves, a Flowing brook, small pebbles and Youth. My heart was composed of Summer flowers, bumble bees, and The scent of timelessness, my mind Contained colorful ancient rhythms, New poems, and thoughts... - [Story: Autumn](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/16/story-autumn/): By: Ketaki   She sat down and flicked her hair. There was no need to talk she had said. Everything is spontaneous. No words from the either of us, but the silence not awkward. Thoughts that were obvious conveyed through the... - [Story: Visiting Uncle Charlie](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/15/story-visiting-uncle-charlie/): By: Trevor Conway    “DNA is a large organic molecule composed of a series of sub-units called nucleotides.” Nucleotides. Nucleotides. “Each nucleotide consists of a phosphate group–” Phosphate group. “…a five-carbon sugar, deoxyribose–” Deoxyribose, a five-carbon sugar. “…and one of four... - [Chasing doors; the gypsy mover](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/14/chasing-doors-the-gypsy-mover/): By: Kris Price Shall I start with the first door or begin with the last door? Should I tell you about the Pot-head Veteran or the ex-drug seller? Maybe I should start with the eighteen year old body builder? Perhaps I... - [Poem: The Secrets of Window](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/14/poem-the-secrets-of-window/): By: Kousik Adhikari I look at your face, Silly face! Any river leaving Its dust ridden track in magic spell? You stood looking, The window is beautiful, I know. Remind me when the winter comes, Tell me when the streets... - [Poem: The Owl Speaks](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/13/poem-the-owl-speaks/): By: Kris Price The owl speaks too: Raggedy, obese, dirty old slobs, Mortality is a weightless spoon and Education is a basket full of flowery looks. Religion is a meticulous tune and Critical Thinking is hidden away in nooks. The... - [Poem: Labyrinth Moon](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/13/poem-labyrinth-moon/): By: Kris Price The day’s bone gnawed through the blue winter frost that surrounded the bum on the street corner. He flicked his silver lighter to make a small fire in the barrel that was in front of him. The... - [Poem: Top Hat](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/13/poem-top-hat/): By: Kris Price I sip my pilsner looking up at the glistening golden cockatoo and parrot. Stoic just like my beer on the tattered oak. How did they come up with the name Top Hat? The rings now evaporated under my... - [Where the Wild Things are in King’s The Mist and The Raft](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/13/where-the-wild-things-are-in-kings-the-mist-and-the-raft/): By: Dr Jessica Folio In Maurice Sendak’s Where the Wild Things are, young Max’s bedroom is transformed by the power of the protagonist’s imagination into an extraordinary setting including a forest and an island where he encounters malicious beasts called the... - [Poem: Peppermint Starlight](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/11/poem-peppermint-starlight/): By: Hana Khalyleh I know a place of pepper moon Where sunlight streams through cotton clouds Where snow flakes dance upon your nose And trees sing shades of green so proud I know a place where lightning tickles And thunder’s... - [Poem: How Far Does a Child Stretch?](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/11/poem-how-far-does-a-child-stretch/): By: Hana Khalyleh How Far Does a Child Stretch? A horrible question, I know, but isn’t that what aging is? Rising more paper thin after every scraped knee and memory scabbed over, Yet taller and taller after each step? We measure... - [Alice Munro honored with Nobel prize in literature](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/10/alice-munro-honored-with-nobel-prize-in-literature/): Canadian short story writer, Alice Munro won the Nobel Prize in literature for the year 2013. This honor came at the age of 82 when she had announced her retirement earlier this year. Munro is the second Canadian writer to be... - [Poem: Goodbye](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/10/poem-goodbye/): By: Monika Nair Dark and dense as the color in my veins, The ink laughed hard, about to run through the paper white, Beginning to start an end, I mused over what to write. A few words won’t be enough for... - [Poem: The Illusion](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/10/poem-the-illusion/): By: Monika Nair At two distant places…there’s a transparent me and a translucent you. As we walk together, our shadows follow us. I watch them play little games…watch them merge and then, diverge. I flap my fevered eyelids and gape at... - [Literary fiction makes you empathetic, a study finds](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/09/literary-fiction-makes-you-empathetic-a-study-finds/): It’s proven now that reading a literary fiction makes us better, since a literary book helps us understand others better. A study has found this. Following the Guardian news which says that Psychologists David Comer Kidd and Emanuele Castano, of... - [WELLSPRINGS: A Fable of Consciousness](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/08/wellsprings-a-fable-of-consciousness/): (Selections from the Novel by William T. Hathaway) The story in brief: In 2026 the earth’s ecosystem has broken down under human abuse. Water supplies are shrinking. Rain is rare, and North America is gripped in the Great Drought with crops... - [Poem: SSC-10th](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/08/poem-ssc-10th/): By: Sushmita Kaneri 10th has such a length, I wonder when it starts and end. In the initial days all are so ‘bindass’ freak, But later the UNIT TEST arises and we become weak! UNIT TEST ends and it is a... - [Love story in verse](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/08/love-story-in-verse/):   By: Rupal Rathore (1) I’ve just started my story , Not knowing how it’ll end Without a jury To criticize its bend(s). (2) Let’s picture a scene Of a classroom with people, young Forty or so, aged seventeen Noise, squeals,... - [Story: She](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/07/story-she/): By: Shruti Sawant She was being careful. She remembered what Mummy said, ”Stick to the footpaths. The Cars might kill you.” She followed the line of tiles on the pavement. The bite of the Sunlight pleased her. Gracy Miss said that... - [Poem: Voiceless Desires](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/07/poem-voiceless-desires/): By: Somrita Urni Ganguly He sat next to her, a wall, Unmoving. Unmoved? No, no, she convinced herself – A wall is not necessarily an obstacle; A wall is also about rootedness, about support. There is hope for her still.... - [Story: They want me to dress well](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/06/story-they-want-me-to-dress-well/): By: Ashish daslaxman   As it is said in the Bhagavad Gita “This body is made up of gross elements, do not lament for its loss, like one changes his garments and puts on new ones, the soul changes bodies.” My... - [Story: Manana, Maria](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/05/story-manana-maria/):   By JP Miller I’m sitting—no, reclining—in an oversized hospital chair at Ft. Kessler, Biloxi, Mississippi and dangling my legs over the thing, trying to get the energy to attempt a walk again. My right leg doesn’t want to work.... - [Poem: Silent Conversations](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/05/poem-silent-conversations/): By: Jina Joan Dcruz I breathe Into the fire of a thousand tears They are the silenced You walk Through the debris of dreams We are the silencers We dance By the valley of death Where the silence screams Of unspeakable... - [Story: A man of principle](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/04/story-a-man-of-principle/): By: Yogesh Upadhyaya The left side of his forehead throbbed with pain. He was alternately yawning and belching. Belches that brought a sour taste in his mouth. It was only four in the afternoon and surely they were only a... - [Poem: Behind that Smile](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/03/poem-behind-that-smile/): By: Deva Shore I hear his voice, this priest who speaks of you,Strong, controlled, all eyes are riveted to him,He gives your eulogy, an acclamation of your lifeAs he understands it.He boasts your beautiful smile,And of that he speaks the truth.... - [Commonwealth Story and Playwriting competition open](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/02/commonwealth-story-and-playwriting-competition-open/): Commonwealth Writers has announced its short story competition and International Radio Play Writing competition. First: The 2014 Commonwealth Short Story Prize was launched at Marlborough House in London last night, inviting writers across the Commonwealth to submit entries for the... - [Poem: After Your Speech](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/02/poem-after-your-speech/): By: Kousik Adhikari After your speech I shall laugh I have taken this inevitable oath. To remain silent, Extreme, impossible, cruel, The annoyed eyes of the fish Starves the whole night for moon, When gentle breeze blows It sleeps aside at... - [Poem: The Poisoned Words](https://literaryyard.com/2013/10/02/poem-the-poisoned-words/): By: Kousik Adhikari The poisoned words of my heart, Play like my foster children, Till without memory, just sprouted teeth, They always seeks a true cover After escaping easy childhood… youth, I notice their rustling youth With bitter eyes, Now the... - [Story: Lily is a Gypsy](https://literaryyard.com/2015/03/17/story-lily-is-a-gypsy/): By: Adreyo Sen I was lost in the endless green fields I had been in before. Then I came upon that brighter green always kissed by the rain. Gypsy women danced a storm in the fury of their sequined skirts.... - [Poem: Spring Has Arrived](https://literaryyard.com/2015/03/16/poem-spring-has-arrived/): By: James G. Piatt Spring has arrived, it’s no longer cold, The bright sun melted winter’s icy robe. Rills now flow softly in chasms down the hill, Dappled bullfrogs’ are croaking shrill: The bright sun creates colors to behold, I... - [Poem: After the Spring Gales](https://literaryyard.com/2015/03/16/poem-after-the-spring-gales/): By: James G. Piatt After the spring gales have vanished, after the prevailing winds faded into the lead gray horizon, downy white clouds scudding noiselessly with heavy sodden loads drop their burdensome weight In lush pastures far below: Storm tossed... - [Story: Vijaya](https://literaryyard.com/2015/03/15/story-vijaya/): By: Maya Unnikrishnan It was one of those afternoons when after a slightly heavy lunch on the regular Friday Biryani, they settled down to watch a movie. As usual he would switch on the English channels and surf. She sat... - [Story: The Substance of Fiction](https://literaryyard.com/2015/03/15/story-the-substance-of-fiction/): By: Raja Jaiswal I was on my way to home. The sky had changed its blue curtain to black one. It was dark enough, cannot be darker. Possibly the stars were twinkling, sparkling in the sky. I could not see... - [Poem: The Law Of Compulsion](https://literaryyard.com/2015/03/14/poem-the-law-of-compulsion/): By: Pijush Kanti Deb Standing of hair up- an uprising form of hair style, contemporary to the modern thoughts and a proof too to the law of compulsion expressing one’s inability to make neither head nor tail of the next... - [Poem: The Humiliated Prayers](https://literaryyard.com/2015/03/14/poem-the-humiliated-prayers/): By: Pijush Kanti Deb The humiliated prayers turn their eyes to other beckoning hand leaving slowly the hand- own but unfortunately unmindful to their own miseries and found always ambidextrous and unabated to refuse the humble prayers to hear and... - [Story: The Unresponsive Vagina](https://literaryyard.com/2015/03/13/story-the-unresponsive-vagina/): By: Urmi Bhattacheryya She was happy now. She didn’t need the constant ringing of the cell phone announcing the receipt of yet another text message. And besides, hadn’t he been the one to break up with her? So, why the... - [Story: The American Dream](https://literaryyard.com/2015/03/13/story-the-american-dream/): By: Phil Temples There! Mrs. Li spied the glint of the shiny aluminum can in the bright winter noonday light on the sidewalk. Like a diamond in the rough, the can was partially obscured under a pile of trash stacked... - [The Transformer: Sabotage for peace](https://literaryyard.com/2015/03/09/the-transformer-sabotage-for-peace/): From the book ‘Radical Peace: People Refusing War’ By: William T. Hathaway   A former student of mine works as a janitor. After graduating from college he worked as a market researcher and an advertising salesperson, but both jobs soured... - [Story: ISABELLA DA LUNA](https://literaryyard.com/2015/03/09/story-isabella-da-luna/): By: Gaither Stewart When my taxi crossed the Ponte di Risorgimento the drizzle that had set in that afternoon had turned into a steady downpour. Yellow lights reflected eerily off the upriver part of the great avenue snaking along both... - [Story: Night](https://literaryyard.com/2015/03/09/story-night/): By: Sam Rapth She was very tall, say five feet, 8. A short skirt desperately tried to hide her fleshy assets. Her t-shirt struggled to keep those two white rabbits of hers in place. How many such beautiful snapshots could... - [Story: Brickley’s Code](https://literaryyard.com/2015/03/07/story-brickleys-code/): By: Tom Sheehan “Brickley!” yelled his boss Marquis, “if you don’t get out of the way I’ll kick your ass for good.” And Marquis, darker but plump himself, wearing an atrocious suit with orange lines in it, smiled that puffy-cheeked... - [Story: Soothing Turbulence](https://literaryyard.com/2015/03/07/story-soothing-turbulence/): By: Michael C. Keith A blocked bowel will make you howl! –– Anonymous Elliot Connors began to experience intense abdominal pain on his return flight to Providence from the Midwest. For the twelfth time, he’d attended his annual HVAC convention... - [Poem: The Regal Journey](https://literaryyard.com/2015/03/01/poem-the-regal-journey/): By: Natana Vasuki I swim across the blue sky Along with grey old clouds To meet with the fiery red sun That smiles majestically with its rays I sing along with the silvery moon That stays single all night I travel... - [Poem: Love Song to Rochester](https://literaryyard.com/2015/03/01/poem-love-song-to-rochester/): By: Adreyo Sen Nights, I am Jane Eyre ready to submit in the warm of silk to Rochester. My Rochester! Once he was Beauty’s beast. I stole him from the undeserving thing. Then he was Jackman as Wolverine. His claws made... - [Poem: The Unsocial Butterfly](https://literaryyard.com/2015/02/26/poem-the-unsocial-butterfly/): By: Debleena Majumdar The quarterly butterfly meet Has on its agenda, The Judgement day For the wayward way Of the unsocial butterfly. “Aha” says the Butterfly Head Stroking his shiny wings “Present the facts, pray What do the social stats say?... - [Poem: Like an Ancient Tree](https://literaryyard.com/2015/02/24/poem-like-an-ancient-tree/): By: Kousik Adhikari Like an ancient tree you know all the seasons, its colors why it changes in the rain and after the smell of rain-soaked earth spells magic, I have seen you listen rain tickling through its core drops... - [Poem: If You Ask Me Again](https://literaryyard.com/2015/02/24/poem-if-you-ask-me-again/): By: Kousik Adhikari If you ask me again I shall not be able to answer your queries why the night ceases on earth and million stars hung on the bosom of night and sounding like million bells jingling from cows’... - [Story: Address](https://literaryyard.com/2015/02/23/story-address/): By: Sam Rapth Sam Searched for that address. 11, Hope Street, Dunwoody. He stood at the end of the street. There were not many, except a couple of people in that street, at that time. He had to search a bit... - [Poem: i want silence](https://literaryyard.com/2015/02/20/poem-i-want-silence/): By: Linda M Crate you always make love or argue, and i hate hearing it all the time reluctant to call the landlord because i want to be a good neighbor my patience is waning thin; it’s hard to concentrate... - [Poem: the greatest revenge](https://literaryyard.com/2015/02/20/poem-the-greatest-revenge/): By: Linda M Crate you have a way with words like no other piercing my heart with the silver sword of your tongue, and i want nothing more than to sever the offending adam from your mouth; but that is... - [Poem: when karma kicks you](https://literaryyard.com/2015/02/20/poem-when-karma-kicks-you/): By: Linda M. Crate lost in the music and magic of the land i buried my face in your musk, and you smirked like a wolf; i never let it bother me i thought maybe you didn’t like to smile... - [Poem: pandora's box](https://literaryyard.com/2015/02/20/poem-pandoras-box/): a rabbit hearted girl i was before you broke me i rose from my ashes a battle raven ready for war, and i will not smile kindly upon your countenance should we meet again; i will dismiss you without a... - [Literature in Speculative Times](https://literaryyard.com/2015/02/14/literature-in-speculative-times/): Literature in vogue today combines myriad forms and types. Hollywood, a term which I’m deliberately using to refer to all kinds of ‘woods’ that exist around the world including Bollywood and Tollywood, has been a major driving force behind the... - [Poem: A tale of two paperboats](https://literaryyard.com/2015/02/14/poem-a-tale-of-two-paperboats/): By: Debleena Majumdar One sunshine morning, We floated side by side, Two identical paperboats. Our paper sails nodding Gently, in tune with our Familiar breeze of stories. Across the orange sunset, Floated our magic castle, On a winding stairway of... - [Poem: two old men](https://literaryyard.com/2015/02/13/poem-two-old-men/): By: Milt Montague two old men met when young and this crazy world was at war once again three psychopaths made a pact that only their countries would rule our planet in this mess these two met preparing to defend... - [Poem: awake in the dark](https://literaryyard.com/2015/02/13/poem-awake-in-the-dark/): By: Milt Montague awake in the predawn dark sleep impossible night is endless I am alone… alone wretchedly alone in a barren void desperate to find another soul hear another voice to contravene the emptiness to confirm my reality to... - [Story: In the Bed](https://literaryyard.com/2015/02/13/story-in-the-bed/):  By: Sam Rapth In the hall, on the TV, a doctor was uttering the following in an excitedly composed tone. “What is a body? Muscles and Nerves!! Practice for four days, lunch at 3 O clock and on the 4th day,... - [Poem: When a Homeless Girl Dies](https://literaryyard.com/2015/02/11/poem-when-a-homeless-girl-dies/): By: Adreyo Sen Some are cold hints of an elegy where they stand. Their silence, a promise they will be remembered. No one could see her. Her hunger made her invisible to people more practiced in smiles. She was distemper on... - [Poem: My Father's Eyes](https://literaryyard.com/2015/02/11/poem-my-fathers-eyes/): By: Adreyo Sen Only in your eyes can I touch the sky, that you fear for me lets me rend its thick curtains with my fiercest cry. A thing of beauty blazing pride I return to your side. I did not... - [Poem: Dream of Dying](https://literaryyard.com/2015/02/10/poem-dream-of-dying/): By: Jason D. DeHart Last night, I dreamed of death – not in some dramatic or kaleidoscopic way, but in a manner I could not see. We were traveling, the family and I, when we somehow got word, so I... - [Poem: FATED](https://literaryyard.com/2015/02/09/poem-fated/): By: Tendai R Mwanaka This people remains downtrodden in their hungers, the emptiness- of their lives. In their victim’s posture! They scrounge for food in the streets. Their children are in the streets. Their women have chosen a moonlight career.... - [Poem: THE LATEST](https://literaryyard.com/2015/02/09/poem-the-latest/): By: Tendai R Mwanaka Aftermaths of garbage tossed about, sewage rotting.   Dirty water, empty stomachs, empty lives, empty beings.   This garden is a history of thousands of them. Political loose canons living in the exclusive suburbs.   But... - [Poem: Remembering A Dead Teacher](https://literaryyard.com/2015/02/08/poem-remembering-a-dead-teacher/): Meandering rills around the dales Dense woods without scales Sing of such a Teacher’s summum bonum Who’s boosted courage in life and love in human Stayed fearless in life’s battle-field Fighting with honesty and justice as shield The people were... - [Story: LA SCOMESSA (The Bet)](https://literaryyard.com/2015/02/08/story-la-scomessa-the-bet/): L’amour est un oiseau rebelle Que nul ne peut apprivoiser. . The Habanera,. Carmen, act 1. By Gaither Stewart Adriano and Zero have just consumed first one bottle, then a second of a classic Chianti at the City Lights Bar... - [Poem: Just a simple……](https://literaryyard.com/2015/02/08/poem-just-a-simple/): By: Neelam Singh Just a simple hug Speaks millions of words Helps ease one’s burden Reduces it to zero Just a simple smile Makes one feel warm inside All tension gone For those who give or receive Peace of mind overflows... - [Will Dinesh Gupta's new romantic poetry collection cast a spell?](https://literaryyard.com/2015/02/07/dinesh-gupta-comes-out-with-a-new-romantic-poetry-collection/): Author and poet Dinesh Gupta ‘Din’ has come out with his latest “Kaise Chand Lafzon Men Saara Pyar Likhun”, a collection of Hindi poetry, shayari, ghazals and songs on muhabbat (love) and romance at The Press Club, Mumbai. The book has... - [Poem: Bed Tea in Kolkata](https://literaryyard.com/2015/02/07/poem-bed-tea-in-kolkata/): By: Adreyo Sen I know when it’s time to bring you tea. How do I know this? On the terrace across ours, the woman dances standing still. Her hair is a river chasing her ankles. And yet many have grown in... - [Story: 2,555](https://literaryyard.com/2015/02/07/story-2555/): By: Reese Scott She was seven when she hung herself. She hung there for almost ninety days until Jimmy, her older brother, came home after being away for the past year trying to find work to support his sisters and... - [Story: death do us part](https://literaryyard.com/2015/02/06/story-death-do-us-part/): By: Reese Scott When they first met they both knew this was the person they wanted to be with. Things went effortlessly. They made each other laugh. They made each other happy. They shared the same dreams. To live in... - [Story: Man with a Damaged Walking Stick](https://literaryyard.com/2015/02/04/story-man-with-a-damaged-walking-stick/): By: Tom Sheehan It was where the Dark Forest runs out of breath, not far from Xi Shuang Ban Na, and the Lan Cang River, pretending to be a thief, steals much of daylight’s silver. Here one morning I observed,... - [Poem: Slaughter](https://literaryyard.com/2015/02/03/poem-slaughter/): By: Priya Anand Dead bodies on the road Some prostrate and others still erect Line the ribonned highway to a metropolis Still a tenacious connect to the terra beneath Their ascent to the empyrean terminated by design Excoriated visages and... - [Story: Stuck in the Storm](https://literaryyard.com/2015/02/02/story-stuck-in-the-storm/): By: SA Libby The rain has been falling for days. So long his weary eyes can’t remember exactly where the roads lay under all those feet of muddy water. Planks of wood and shingles surf along the surface. Clothes and... - [Poem: Rabbits](https://literaryyard.com/2015/02/01/poem-rabbits/): By: Ed Krizek In the meadow at the edge of the wood a rabbit lies bleeding. Entrails devoured by a predator. Everything has to eat. At the final moment the little animal’s cries resound across the meadow. Worms and insects... - [Poem: God of My Mother](https://literaryyard.com/2015/02/01/poem-god-of-my-mother/): By: Ed Krizek My mother believed that after she died her spirit would live on forever with those of her lost loved ones. She would watch over me and my sister and hear the words we muttered to her presence... - [Story: Blind Men of Broadway](https://literaryyard.com/2015/01/31/story-blind-men-of-broadway/): By: Arthur Davis “My shoes are wet.” “You walk through a puddle and you expect them to be dry?” “I expect no more from you,” Abe said lowering himself onto the bench they resided on from noon to three every... - [Story: What colour is it?](https://literaryyard.com/2015/01/30/story-what-colour-is-it/): By: Tulika Bahuguna “How do you always wear it? Oh darling, whenever I see you I’m filled with pity!” She smiled at her old colleague. It was not new. It had become a part of her daily existence; people looking... - [Story: “Rising to the Occasion”](https://literaryyard.com/2015/01/29/story-rising-to-the-occasion/): By Austin Manchester While some journalists were overseas covering terrorists and revolutions, Clark Donovan was writing a story that people would only read while taking a shit or drinking their coffee. His editor demanded a story by that night about... - [Story: House Life](https://literaryyard.com/2015/01/28/story-house-life/): By: Michael C. Keith Haunted for ever by the eternal . –– William Wordsworth The house at 31 Hoover Street came into existence in the midst of the Great Depression. A Craftsman bungalow, it was constructed by L.V. Myerson Builders... - [My Account of Jaipur Literature Festival 2015](https://literaryyard.com/2015/01/28/my-account-of-jaipur-literature-festival-2015/): By: Gaurav Bist Traditional fuck-ups like ticket & train glitches, hotel & ID troubles, kabootars peeing &pooing all over me – Even my all-time favorite bitch fights between the girlfriend & the close friend who happened to be an attractive girl... - [Poem: heartless fox](https://literaryyard.com/2015/01/22/poem-heartless-fox/): By: Linda M Crate i fancied you an angel but i was wrong your halo is broken and your wings are black, the song on your lips is the blue lipped death you wish upon all your victims; and i... - [Poem: humanity and devils](https://literaryyard.com/2015/01/22/poem-humanity-and-devils/): By: Linda M. Crate every time i want to give up on humanity deem them all devils there’s always one random act of kindness that warms my heart, and i am forced to realize there is still some goodness in... - [Poem: my tapestry is my own](https://literaryyard.com/2015/01/22/poem-my-tapestry-is-my-own/): By: Linda M. Crate i linger when i know i should be gone because there is no other place for me to be, and i see their eyes judging me; but i have nowhere to go, it’s as if they... - [Non-fiction: Deadly Weapons](https://literaryyard.com/2015/01/22/non-fiction-deadly-weapons/): By: Ruth Z. Deming I drove over to the huge Barnes and Noble shopping center and parked by Heavenly Ham. As a Jew, forbidden to eat pork products as a kid, I developed a lusty appetite for bacon, pork chops, and... - [Story: The Fall](https://literaryyard.com/2015/01/18/story-the-fall/): By: Gaither Stewart (An unconscious reference to Albert Camus’ La Chute)   At first it had seemed that all of Ferdinando’s problems began when he tore the meniscuses in both knees when he jumped—he subsequently claimed—from a one-meter high stone... - [Non-fiction: Torso](https://literaryyard.com/2015/01/16/non-fiction-torso/): By: Milt Montague Milt and Evelyn were having an enjoyable afternoon as they wandered through the newly remodeled Sotheby’s Auction Galleries on East 72 Street and York Avenue, perusing all the items that would be up for auction in the... - [Non-fiction: Policeman](https://literaryyard.com/2015/01/16/non-fiction-policeman/): By: Milt Montague When Milt was very young his parents would, on special occasions, allow him to dress up in playsuits. In the period between the two world wars, playsuits and play acting for young children, especially boys, became popular.... - [Story: The Man Who Never Was](https://literaryyard.com/2015/01/15/story-the-man-who-never-was/): By: G. D. McFetridge The first day I took a long walk through town, the backdrop brought forth two clear impressions, one of which was destined to last over time while the other was constantly changing. Every day thereafter, I perceived... - [Jaipur Literature Festival returns to the historic Diggi Palace](https://literaryyard.com/2015/01/15/jaipur-literature-festival-returns-to-the-historic-diggi-palace/): For booklovers across the region, it is time to rejoice again! With the eight edition of the ZEE Jaipur Literature Festival scheduled to take place at historic Diggi Palace from 21 to 25 Jan, Jaipur again comes in to the... - [Poem: Phantoms of Death](https://literaryyard.com/2015/01/14/poem-phantoms-of-death/): By: Chandra S Dubey They came masqueraded like goblins, phantoms of death In some animated comics we had seen in thrill of joy Bodies covered , guns in their hands but souls naked, And then opened fire hitting our heads,... - [Agenda-setting programme for 2nd Jaipur BookMark announced](https://literaryyard.com/2015/01/14/agenda-setting-programme-for-2nd-jaipur-bookmark-announced/): The second edition of the Jaipur BookMark, a dynamic, agenda-setting platform for publishing professionals from across South Asia, is set to take place next week, running in parallel to the ZEE Jaipur Literature Festival. Established last year, the Jaipur BookMark... - [Civilized Ways: A poetic way of dealing with social issues](https://literaryyard.com/2015/01/14/civilized-ways-a-poetic-way-of-dealing-with-social-issues/): Always challenging society and complacency, Gary Beck shows a powerful perspective in his latest poetry collection, Civilized Ways. According to the press release, his style and heart come through honestly and pull you into the truth of his words. Through... - [Poem: there was a puppy](https://literaryyard.com/2015/01/13/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](https://literaryyard.com/2015/01/13/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,... - [Reading trends 2014 in India: Indian writing and New Delhi NCR tops](https://literaryyard.com/2015/01/12/reading-trends-2014-in-india-indian-writing-and-new-delhi-ncr-tops/): Amazon.in has released its annual Reading Trends Report of the year 2014 on its marketplace. I know some of us may say that this is a list of its sales figures for different cities in different categories. And it is, I also believe. There is... - [Poem: Still](https://literaryyard.com/2015/01/12/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: Mother’s Kind Hand and Two Masters](https://literaryyard.com/2015/01/12/poem-mothers-kind-hand-and-two-masters/): By: Pijush Kanti Deb It’s a well decorated stage yet may not be beautiful to all witnessing eyes and all of us are compelled to climb a flight of nine stairs up to reach the compulsory stage holding mother’s kind... - [Poem: A work call](https://literaryyard.com/2015/01/10/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](https://literaryyard.com/2015/01/09/poem-a-sensible-editors-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](https://literaryyard.com/2015/01/09/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](https://literaryyard.com/2015/01/09/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... - [Literature in Indian cinema is a key highlight of ZEE Jaipur Literature Festival 2015](https://literaryyard.com/2015/01/07/literature-in-indian-cinema-is-a-key-highlight-of-zee-jaipur-literature-festival-2015/): As the line between media blurs, literature and film narrative have become more seamless. This season, the ZEE Jaipur Literature Festival will unfold the mystery behind cinematic adaptations of literature, in the changing face of the Indian film industry that... - [Poem: Enlightenment](https://literaryyard.com/2015/01/07/poem-enlightenment/): By: Shilpa Jayshankar I brush away my abstract thoughts, That had ceased my ingenuity I free my fright, That had only hindered my chore I halt my fret about the un-enlightenment That had disallowed me from doing anything! I stop praying,... - [Poem: Crowd](https://literaryyard.com/2015/01/07/poem-crowd/): By: Neelam Singh Violent eyes Cunning comments Heart piercing growls Evil intent Gossip gossip gossip I struggled to stand Fingers pointed Tongues lashed Whipped I was Crucified to the end Death and life balanced me on each side I trod... - [Poem: Traveller's Diary](https://literaryyard.com/2015/01/05/poem-travellers-diary/): By: Debleena Majumdar   If you took a page From my travel diary, Would it dance nimbly Around the water’s edge On the beaches of Sri Lanka? Fly over the towers of New York? Float over the canals of Venice, Peep... - [Story: The Pillow](https://literaryyard.com/2015/01/05/story-the-pillow/): By: Adreyo Sen When the little girl was very little, her dearest possession was her pillow, a soft, shapeless thing of blue cotton. To her, its smell was the most beautiful thing in the world. The little girl carried her pillow... - [Poem: A Spring of Insane Blossoms](https://literaryyard.com/2015/01/02/poem-a-spring-of-insane-blossoms/): By: Arunima OP You had showered me with attention Took my hand and led me on From light to night, we walked Then you went missing in the dark Leaving me all alone In pursuit of your attention In torment, in... - [Poem: Suddenly she wrote](https://literaryyard.com/2015/01/02/poem-suddenly-she-wrote/): By: Mohammad Jashim Uddin Last night suddenly She wrote- ‘Certainly well? In order to keep well Once I had a firm intention. For that, I am walking though this way now. Once I couldn’t believe it but today everything is... - [Poem: Man is Mortal](https://literaryyard.com/2015/01/01/mortal-man/): By: Pijush Kanti Deb In my soft childhood my father, teachers and others- all were hard in saying to me, ‘’Man is mortal’’, I accepted looking at the kite flying in the sky. Now I am a confused adult made... - [The Poetic Work of Mourning: Tennyson’s In Memoriam as the Freudian Trauerarbeit](https://literaryyard.com/2015/01/01/the-poetic-work-of-mourning-tennysons-in-memoriam-as-the-freudian-trauerarbeit/): By: William Scott Harkey  The death of Lord Tennyson’s beloved friend Arthur Hallam yielded perhaps one of the most profound works of poetry and the most sorrowful elegies of commemoration in Western literature.  Within a matter of weeks after receiving word... - [Poem: Dear Tick](https://literaryyard.com/2014/12/31/poem-dear-tick/): By: F. Stanton Blake Dear tick like the herpes of the woods you seek to infect my life and vacation I’m not your intended prey and I am not out looking for you you take advantage of my desire to frolic... - [Poem: Bluefish](https://literaryyard.com/2014/12/31/poem-bluefish/): By: F. Stanton Blake The bluefish is a noble mighty beast not kingly like a lion or tuna not deadly like shark or puma you are a handsome fish rugged lines of muscle and power big brawny bodies mimic the pumped... - [Story: Levels](https://literaryyard.com/2014/12/30/story-levels/): By: Gaither Stewart   1. I find it curious that with the passage of time many former places of worship of various religions—cathedrals and temples, synagogues and mosques, or the pyramids in the jungles and deserts—change their nature and morph... - [Poem: menopause](https://literaryyard.com/2014/12/23/poem-menopause/): By: Sajan George suicide is not cowardice but a rare blinding act of pure will by a fearless mind insane though in its own lone ways it requires the agility alertness of a hunter the unwavering focus typical of those losing... - [A Book for the Century Past](https://literaryyard.com/2014/12/22/a-book-for-the-century-past/): By: Tom Sheehan In time much of what we know fades away, moves away, continually moves around us, blinking and scattering, but with a breath of air touches back. It’s a face, a name, a childhood haunt in momentary dispose,... - [Story: The Long Walk Home](https://literaryyard.com/2014/12/18/story-the-long-walk-home/): By: JP Miller The day after I arrived in the Nam, I was immediately choppered out to Camp Radcliffe in An Khe where we were tasked to run operations in the central highlands as support for infantry units. I was... - [Poem: Catharsis](https://literaryyard.com/2014/12/18/poem-catharsis/): By: Paulo Lorenzo L. Garcia Silence Falls from your lips In little quantities Dripped with a distant hum Of disconcordant whispers The staccato of your voice Winds around my neck Stifling me From my desire for rhythm The words have... - [Poem: Wanderlust](https://literaryyard.com/2014/12/18/poem-wanderlust/): By: Paulo Lorenzo L. Garcia By the cliff overlooking the sea Where the waters lick the sand My shadow is cast Stretching out its invisible hand The weather is fair But my fickle friends are leaving Coaxed by wanton winds, ever... - [Poem: Ode To The Midnight Meanderer](https://literaryyard.com/2014/12/18/poem-ode-to-the-midnight-meanderer/): By: Paulo Lorenzo L. Garcia Her mind meanders Through fair and starless clime And may no other thought keep hither Than the taste of love sublime This moment’s preoccupation A Feat no man’s control But to savor sorrow and passion At... - [Poem: Maiden of the river](https://literaryyard.com/2014/12/12/poem-maiden-of-the-river/): By: Linda M. Crate perhaps i am but a mad poet but they say crows lurk where faeries are and crows always follow me, i wonder how many faeries have watched my step or danced in my gradens; sometimes i... - [Poem: Child of the dragons](https://literaryyard.com/2014/12/12/poem-child-of-the-dragons/): By: Linda M. Crate i’ve seen the dragons they come out at night when everyone is sleeping drift through the clouds with their eyes large as the moon, and they watch me underneath an audience of stars but they never... - [Story: The Absence](https://literaryyard.com/2014/12/12/story-the-absence/): By: Adreyo Sen When she was five, she was a brave little boy, addicted to Gi Joe, who dreamt of earning his father’s gratitude by saving him from terrorists.  She was in love with her pretty English teacher.             When... - [Poem: I invited her to hang out](https://literaryyard.com/2014/12/04/poem-i-invited-her-to-hang-out/): By: Donald Buhl-Brown I invited her over tonight, to hang out I said. The trash is overflowing in my bins, my clothes are littered across my floor. More dirty than clean, the same for the clothes on my body. I shouldn’t... - [Poem: The man in a neatly tailored suit](https://literaryyard.com/2014/12/04/poem-the-man-in-a-neatly-tailored-suit/): A man walked by and through a dusty window I saw him. He was wearing a perfectly tailored suit. The woman whispered to each other. “Look at him.” “I know, he’s so put together right?” “What I’d do for a... - [Animal Sacrifice at Gadhimai Temple Goes On Despite Protests](https://literaryyard.com/2014/12/01/animal-sacrifice-at-gadhimai-temple-goes-on-despite-protests/): The Government of Nepal and the Gadhimai Temple have been strongly criticized for failing to stop the sacrifice of tens of thousands of animals at this year’s festival, despite a legal and moral obligation to act. Animal protection groups Humane... - [Poem: Four Passages](https://literaryyard.com/2014/11/29/poem-four-passages/): By Ruth Towne 1. I’m white-knuckled, twisted away from the window, eyes closed, lips tight, tighter at take-off. I’m terminally internally talking to myself—either up or down if we happen to be flying or that other f-word—saying, We’re not falling... - [Poem: The Search](https://literaryyard.com/2014/11/28/poem-the-search/): By: Adreyo Sen When I woke up in the morning, You were gone. I looked for You everywhere. I went to the temple, but You were not there. I went to the mosque, but they said You were long gone. I... - [Poem: rain rain go away come back another day](https://literaryyard.com/2014/11/25/poem-rain-rain-go-away-come-back-another-day/): By: Reese Scott when its dark after turning on all the lights on opening up all the blinds and there is no rain snow or clouds just black and movies loose their pictures music loose their sound and books have... - [Poem: Jamesie](https://literaryyard.com/2014/11/25/poem-jamesie/): By: Tom Sheehan Friends found Jamesie by dark tracks, between home and the last-pint draught of wine from a pseudo-canteen soldered firmly to his hip, the left, where stray shot from fanatic Hun bore in. Beside the silver rail they... - [Story: Voss and Alienation](https://literaryyard.com/2014/02/15/voss-and-alienation/): By: Konika Mukherjee “In every country of the world, there are climbers, “the ones who forget who they are” and in contrast to them “the ones who remember where they came from” Franz Fanon (On Colour and Prejudice, Black Skin,... - [Poem: Passing](https://literaryyard.com/2014/02/13/poem-passing/): By: Ken Eberhart Somewhere, there’s a number sitting in a bank. Whether or not the money is actually there, I don’t know. It is just a couple of hundred bucks of Monopoly money that may or may not have been placed... - [Poem: Oregon October](https://literaryyard.com/2014/02/13/poem-oregon-october/): By: Ken Eberhart There is a concrete arch bridge on the 101. Beneath that arch, salmon boats venture out to sea, and ride twenty foot swells for five hours. Tourists pay ninety-five dollars apiece to sail the same ocean that Nicholson... - [Poem: The Eleventh Elegy Of Rainer Maria Rilke](https://literaryyard.com/2014/02/13/poem-the-eleventh-elegy-of-rainer-maria-rilke/): By: Ken Eberhart In his notebook, he wrote a single word, heard spoken in the wind along the cliffs. From the organic treasure of the trees, he crushed peaches in the palm of his hand. The pit was sweet to taste,... - [Poem: Convection Oven Romance](https://literaryyard.com/2014/02/12/poem-convection-oven-romance/): By: R. Gerry Fabian Take that microwave kiss with its speed; its get-it=done; its rapid-shot-attitude – away! Take that microwave lust with its frozen one moment – hot the next; its premature fire; its commercial gloss – away! Give me a... - [Poem: Star Flash Sonnet](https://literaryyard.com/2014/02/12/poem-star-flash-sonnet/): By: R. Gerry Fabian I watch the one star that carries your name. It haunts me still though time is an ally. Still I know that I am not without blame And you are one not to easily cry. Not... - [Haiku: Winter Rain; The Wind](https://literaryyard.com/2014/02/11/haiku-winter-rain-the-wind/): By: Ali Znaidi 1. Nimble winter rain reconfiguring the soil. —A Photoshop craft. *** 2. The wind shakes the tress. The leaves become trapezes for the scared silkworms. #### Ali Znaidi (b.1977) lives in Redeyef, Tunisia where he teaches English. His... - [Author simplifies Hindi spiritual wisdom to offer daily peace](https://literaryyard.com/2014/02/11/author-simplifies-hindi-spiritual-wisdom-to-offer-daily-peace/): Ramesh Malhotra’s Spiritual Wisdom: An Evolutionary Insight provides a comprehensive, easy-to-understand investigation of Mahatma Gandhi’s acclaimed “spiritual dictionary,” the Bhagavad Gita, and the physical and spiritual evolutionary trends that dictate life. Malhotra’s guide helps readers achieve peace, tranquility and happiness... - [Amazon Publishing Author Helen Bryan sells 1 Million Copies](https://literaryyard.com/2014/02/10/amazon-publishing-author-helen-bryan-sells-1-million-copies/): Helen Bryan, author of historical novels War Brides (2012) and The Sisterhood (2013), has become the second Amazon Publishing author to sell one million copies in combined print, audio, and Kindle editions worldwide. In July 2013, Amazon Publishing author Oliver... - [Poem: Everytime](https://literaryyard.com/2014/02/10/poem-everytime/): By: Sam Rapth Every time our bodies gets engaged in our bed I try to read your lips… Every time They make out something, But I could not make out the same thing… Every time it keeps me curious, puzzled and... - [Richard Bach Publishes Sequel to Illusions as a Kindle Singles Exclusive](https://literaryyard.com/2014/02/07/richard-bach-publishes-sequel-to-illusions-as-a-kindle-singles-exclusive/): Amazon.com announced that Richard Bach, best-selling author of Jonathan Livingston Seagull and Illusions, has published “Illusions II”–a sequel to his 1977 best seller available exclusively in the Kindle Store as a Kindle Single. With over 60 million copies of his... - [Poem: Transience](https://literaryyard.com/2014/02/07/poem-transience/): By: Brylle Bautista Tabora God likes to paint with one eye closed The sky is his canvas In the morning he dips his thumb into two colors: Blue and white (the purplish white) and starts to draw unfinished images: An elephant... - [Poem: A Poet at 21](https://literaryyard.com/2014/02/07/poem-a-poet-at-21/): By: Brylle Bautista Tabora after Donald Hall And as I begin to write this poem the trees outside turn into burning spires, the mist takes the shape of a lonely man, and frogs all over imitate the cawing of birds. Someone,... - [Poem: Ecology (after Ernst Haeckel)](https://literaryyard.com/2014/02/07/poem-ecology-after-ernst-haeckel/): By: Brylle Bautista Tabora Ecology became a household word that appeared in newspapers, magazines, and books—although the term was misused. Even now, people confuse it with terms such as environment and environmentalism. Ecology is neither. ​              -Elements of Ecology We have called... - [Poem: Force majeure](https://literaryyard.com/2014/02/07/poem-force-majeure/): By: Brylle Bautista Tabora “Ma, just let go. Save yourself,” said the girl, whose body was pierced by wooden splinters from houses crushed by Supertyphoon Yolanda. —Philippine Daily Inquirer, Nov. 11, 2013 The world does not owe you an explanation. Like... - [In Defense of a Drink](https://literaryyard.com/2014/02/06/in-defense-of-a-drink/): A Five Martini Response to “Writers and Rum”  By: Christopher Connor Two weeks ago, Adam Gopnik, a veteran writer of The New Yorker, published an essay titled “Writers and Rum.” Mr. Gopnik’s post was prompted by The Trip To Echo Spring:... - [The Newest Depth of Depravity](https://literaryyard.com/2014/02/05/the-newest-depth-of-depravity/): By: William T. Hathaway There it goes, disappearing into extinction, that fine old mark of punctuation, the comma of direct address. Every time I read an email that starts “Hi William,” I wince. Deep within me lurks a reactionary grammarian... - [Poem: Not Hermit](https://literaryyard.com/2014/02/05/poem-not-hermit/): By: ’Deji W. Adesoye I’m not hermit Don’t dwell in shell But failing in the gist and jest Nay, which authentic life ne’er permit I do not babble along these corridors Peep and play and in sanctum retire For my soul... - [Poem: The House of World’s Mystery](https://literaryyard.com/2014/02/05/poem-the-house-of-worlds-mystery/): By: ’Deji W. Adesoye When I have a drive to know the world, I look into myself. For to search the mystery of the world, Is to search the heart thereof. And this treasure lay nowhere in the ether, aqueous, or... - [Poem: Lesser Children of God](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/31/poem-lesser-children-of-god/): By:  Chandra Shekhar Dubey We stalk around red lights, pavements Metro stops in rough and fine weather Carrying our bulging bags like boiling Carbuncles on our bodies all in hope of two bare meals. Pitiless gazes, venomous spits greet us... - [Oh, Hell](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/31/oh-hell/): By: JD DeHart One can learn some interesting truths about hell. Dante, of course, led readers through the various circles and populated hell with real-life personalities – a brilliant move, of course. Chuck Palahniuk recently updated this approach in a... - [Poem: i chose happiness](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/28/poem-i-chose-happiness/): By: Linda M. Crate dew drops hung their hymns in the grass of my hair shining me silver as the moon i avoid the sun lest he burn me with lust the color of your hair i couldn’t take another... - [Poem: i'll find my heart's duet](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/28/poem-ill-find-my-hearts-duet/): By: Linda M. Crate you caught me in the ice of your smile made me your winter’s queen and i swallowed all my summer’s flowers and sunshine to allow you to take complete control over me, and consented to things... - [Poem: the girl with the magic smile](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/28/poem-the-girl-with-the-magic-smile/): By: Linda M. Crate cutting myself up in oceans of emotion too long i‘ve mourned your passing in my life no longer will i remain at this funeral; too long i‘ve dwelled in dark emotions tomes time to life my head... - [Poem: remaining](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/28/poem-remaining/): By: Linda M. Crate  i sit on the edge of a lost horizon etched only in days of old wondering for the day i may be discovered or am i the bones dried and withered that no one will remember when... - [Poem: the sun comes out again](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/28/poem-the-sun-comes-out-again/): By: Linda M. Crate this night was dark stretched on for many moons, and when the sunlight finally woke me to the knowledge i was still alive it seemed as if i had woken from some zombie dream; almost lost my... - [Poem: freedom](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/28/poem-freedom/): By: Linda M. Crate “Only from the heart can you touch the sky.” ~Rumi So it could be said all i know of the love comes from heaven all the vibrant intricacies of gold, pink, crimson, blue, purple, and midnight... - [Poem: After Twenty Five Years](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/27/poem-after-twenty-five-years/): By: Jibanananda DasTranslated by: Kousik Adhikari  When I last met her in the field- I said, ‘One day in this time Come again, if you desire After twenty five years!’ Saying this I returned to my home, After then, how many times... - [Poem: Girls Know Bicycles](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/27/poem-girls-know-bicycles/): By: Kousik Adhikari Girls know bicycles when the sun looks green over the hilltop And the water feels devilish before turn cold, On my way home, I see several of them Riding with their finished smiles Still painting blushing designs On... - [Story: Foxfire](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/25/story-foxfire/): By: Raymond Greiner Ivaloo Johnson was 15years old living in a high hollow in the Virginia highlands, the only child of Arlie and Isabelle Johnson. Arlie and Isabelle homesteaded this land in 1805. Then both died in the winter of... - [Story: Stand By Me](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/24/story-stand-by-me/): By: Akash Vikas Rumade Somewhere in 2024, Aditya took a sip from his tea and slurped in dismay. It might have been his tenth cup for that day. He rolled his tongue a bit inside as it could no longer... - [Poem: Velvet benches](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/23/poem-velvet-benches/): By: David Hutt velvet benches and heroin dreams, men with backpacks filled with life slung onto shoulders and walked though streets dragging beards and feet and clumping along with desperation down to the beach to watch the waves rushing up the... - [Poem: As good as it gets](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/23/poem-as-good-as-it-gets/): By: David Hutt For several nights I kissed her lobotomy eyes, kissed her pre-torn wrists, dissolved her anxieties in our imperfections. She asked me things like, is it possible to love two people? I said no, and darling, this is as... - [Poem: On the night love padlocks were removed from Pont des Arts](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/23/poem-on-the-night-love-padlocks-were-removed-from-pont-des-arts/): By: David Hutt Tonight I believed the sky could make music. Stars, moon, the trickle of the Seine, I roll myself in a sleeping bag and listen to the sky sing its dirge for me. Silence, clouds, the Paris sky is... - [Poem: breathing](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/22/poem-breathing/): By: April Mae M. Berza  to breathe the same air that you breathe I share a part of me, a portion of my existence to feel the pulse of the clock I must try to breathe not, the more I gather strength... - [Poem: to forget you](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/22/poem-to-forget-you/): By: April Mae M. Berza  to forget you is to write an elegy when the world rejoices in glee the bliss is an abyss to kiss the fears away to forget you is to tear off the ears of Van Gogh I... - [Poem: the fall of sakuras](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/22/poem-the-fall-of-sakuras/): By: April Mae M. Berza  witnessing the fall of sakuras is waiting for love to go beyond love love is but a distance, from the tree, the flowers plunge into the abyss like my heart into yours the pink petals, one by... - [Record 220K visitors attend Jaipur Literature Festival 2014](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/22/record-220k-visitors-attend-jaipur-literature-festival-2014/): The seventh Jaipur Literature Festival, the world’s largest free literary festival, witnessed a record number of visits this year, with total footfall close to 220,000. The middle day of the Festival, Sunday 19 January, was the most popular with a... - ["KARACHI, YOU’RE KILLING ME!" by Saba Imtiaz launched](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/22/karachi-youre-killing-me-by-saba-imtiaz-launched/): Random House has issued a release for the launch of a hilarious comedy of manners in which a young reporter working in one of the world’s most dangerous cities finds that dodging bullets and bombs still isn’t as challenging as... - [Weather plays spoilsport at Jaipur Literature Festival](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/21/weather-plays-spoilsport-at-jaipur-literature-festival/): The Jaipur Literature Festival returned to its roots today with the morning’s programme taking place in the cafés, restaurants and spare rooms of Diggi Palace, due to the weather. Persistent heavy rain overnight in Jaipur meant that today’s line-up, including... - [Crime Writers’ Association of South Asia launched](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/21/crime-writers-association-of-south-asia-launched/): The Crime Writers’ Association of South Asia was launched today at the Jaipur Literature Festival by leading novelists Kishwar Desai, Namita Gokhale and Jørn Lier Horst. “A wave of crime writing is better than a wave of crime”, said Namita... - [JLF gives back to the Jaipur community through encouraging new, local writers](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/21/jlf-gives-back-to-the-jaipur-community-through-encouraging-new-local-writers/): Jaipur Literature Festival claims to have once again championed young writers through their outreach and engagement activities in and around Jaipur. For the third year, the Festival has partnered with Pratham Books to produce over 25 interactive sessions, promoting the... - [Poem: A KITE’S FATE](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/20/poem-a-kites-fate/): By: Raul G. Moldez Above me, the sun. Beneath me, the trees. Birds give way to me as I savor the wind. Here, hot and cold mix. The atmosphere is lukewarm. My shirt is cellophane. I feel sweltering here. I’m a... - [Poem: BLACK ANTS](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/20/poem-black-ants/): By: Raul G. Moldez We climb up trees, towers or buildings and crawl on earth, floors or surfaces looking for food. We stockpile them in preparation for the rainy season. We are small creatures nameless, unknown. All we know is to... - [Zee JLF 2014- Day 2 RoundUp](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/19/zee-jlf-2014-day-2-roundup/): “Literature was built by a world of misfits,” joked acclaimed American novelist Jonathan Franzen today at the ZEE Jaipur Literature Festival. The author was speaking to a crowd of Festival-goers from all corners of the world as the second day... - [Cyrus Mistry clinches the DSC Prize for South Asian Literature 2014](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/18/cyrus-mistry-clinches-the-dsc-prize-for-south-asian-literature-2014/): The widely acclaimed DSC Prize for South Asian Literature 2014 announced Cyrus Mistry as the winner this year for his book ‘Chronicle of a Corpse Bearer’ at the ZEE Jaipur Literature Festival. The US $50,000 DSC Prize along with a... - [Story: Brad](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/18/story-brad/): By Reese Scott Brad never wanted to be a lawyer, a police office or a fireman. He remembers the first time a man came up to him and asked, “So young man do you know what you want to be... - [Zee JLF 2014- Day 1 RoundUp](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/18/zee-jlf-2014-day-1-roundup/): “I cancelled my trip to Agra to come here!” said an excited Australian festival-goer in the front row of the ZEE Jaipur Literature Festival this morning. Deep in discussion with the young man who had tipped him off, he said... - [Story: The Alphabet Looks Different Now](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/16/story-the-alphabet-looks-different-now/): By Reese Scott I hadn’t seen my father in some time. I had always hated him. I will say without any hesitation I wanted him dead. The strange part of it is no matter how much I hated him and... - [Jaipur Literature Festival set to witness 200,000 visitors](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/16/jaipur-literature-festival-set-to-witness-200000-visitors/): Jaipur is set to welcome the world’s largest free literary festival, the ZEE Jaipur Literature Festival, this weekend, with 200,000 literature lovers expected to arrive at the Diggi Palace to witness some of the greatest writers discuss topics ranging from... - [Story: The Eyes of the Sun](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/15/story-the-eyes-of-the-sun/): By: Brian Barbeito (For the electric light queen)   “Mama always told me not to look into the eyes of the sun.” -Bruce Springsteen, Blinded By The Light   You are in the eyes of the sun. I saw that a... - [Story: Like A New Cacophonous Thunder](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/15/story-like-a-new-cacophonous-thunder/): By: Brian Barbeito All around there is a small crack. The world in the town and of the town shown impertinence by the harsh ice storms. Crack again goes the earth there, as if an archaic, maybe once molten thing has... - [Here comes 'THE FIFTH SUN' a novel by Gaither Stewart](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/14/here-comes-the-fifth-sun-a-novel-by-gaither-stewart/): Set in Italy and Mexico, The Fifth Sun, is a story of love and disenchantment, of belief and unbelief, adventure and romance. Above all, it is the story of the search of each of us for our real and better selves.... - [Winner of the DSC Prize for South Asian Lit to be announced on Jan 18th](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/14/winner-of-the-dsc-prize-for-south-asian-lit-to-be-announced-on-jan-18th/): The US $50,000 DSC Prize for South Asian Literature, which celebrates the richness and diversity of South Asian writing, will award its fourth winner on January 18th, 2014 at the ZEE Jaipur Literature Festival, one of the biggest literary festivals... - [Story: Dear Daddy](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/13/story-dear-daddy/): By: Michael C. Keith Revenge is a kind of wild justice.  –– Francis Bacon   Doug Barren pressed his mother about the identity of his birthfather for months before she very reluctantly told him. It was the most devastating revelation... - [Story: Armor and Amour](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/13/story-armor-and-amour/): By: Brian Barbeito In the morning the brightness tried to come through the drapes though there was a thick thread count.The drapes were a dark gray, the sheets white and orange- with small shapes- gaily dancing atop- always so happy to... - [Story: Sounds of Memory](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/13/story-sounds-of-memory/): By: Brian Barbeito The dog must have had a nightmare then. The houses and streets cupped in the thick hours of dark, the dog barking- almost yelling at something. Waking up then- descending stairs, cold and then plush basement carpets to... - [Story: Petal](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/12/story-petal/): By: Olusola Akinwale My sister Monica’s nickname is Petal. I gave her this moniker when she was two because she loved that colored part of a flower and was just as delicate. Sam was the first born in our family,... - [Mahindra Humanities Center partners with Jaipur Literature Festival](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/12/mahindra-humanities-center-partners-with-jaipur-literature-festival/): Mahindra Humanities Center has partnered with the ZEE Jaipur Literature Festival as venue sponsor for the Durbar Hall, and will be bringing some of the leading global academics and crime writers to the literary festival. Based at Harvard University in... - [Visit to the Brahmasthan](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/12/visit-to-the-brahmasthan/): By William T. Hathaway  I recently visited the ashram that Maharishi Mahesh Yogi built at the central point of India, the Brahmasthan. Two thousand Pandits live there, meditating and performing Vedic ceremonies. I’ve been doing Transcendental Meditation for many years... - [Poem: It's A Wonderful Taste](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/11/poem-its-a-wonderful-taste/): By: Anthony J. Langford Streaming slates of light Room encrusted gold Music soars, billowing Even in silence Possibilities in motion There’s a feeling Stronger than love Not from within But externalized Expanding to the horizon And beyond. Life is never... - [Poem: Allowing a love to die is not a murder](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/11/poem-allowing-a-love-to-die-is-not-a-murder/): By: Anthony J. Langford Take a look around Close quarters In rounded wholes This is the life you’ve created A home Where you reside At least physically With another. Once joyous Where empty rooms Were common As it was always... - [Poem: Arena of Flight](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/11/poem-arena-of-flight/): By: Anthony J. Langford Large house Small space kept regularly Remove sleeping As percent time In one apartment sized Tripping over faces Foot in mouth Six people Laughing, yelling Driving each other crazy One inch at a time As though... - [Poem: Invitation Not Required](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/11/poem-invitation-not-required/): By: Anthony J. Langford Online Too easy to dismiss Ignore Or misplace Turn the cheek Without eyeing the face. It’s not that the intent is bad Or the words cliché But that there’s so much more That precedes it. A... - [Story: Doggy In The Garden](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/10/story-doggy-in-the-garden/): By: Aamir Sohail Do you remember how it feels to be really wrong? Like when you close your eyes and walk down the steps and you feel there is one last step, except there isn’t and you’ve reached the bottom. That... - [Book Review: Poetry In The Age of Impurity](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/09/book-review-poetry-in-the-age-of-impurity/): By: Sai Diwan “The poet has become a lost voice on the horizon, a cultural presence and prophetic voice we imagine still exists, but is not really near at hand.” Many have found respite in poetry. Lyrics have indulged, sonnets... - [Story: THE PRIEST AND THE SHAMAN](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/08/story-the-priest-and-the-shaman/): By: Gaither Stewart With a pretty face but a tendency toward heavy thighs, fat arms and a roll around her tummy, sixteen year-old Eliana had gradually stopped eating. Last June, with the swimming and beach season at the door and... - [Jaipur Lit Fest 2014 Programme goes Live](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/08/jaipur-lit-fest-2014-programme-goes-live/): The programme for Jaipur Literature Festival 2014 is now live on the festival’s website! Visitors can look forward to sessions such as Story of a Death Foretold with Oscar Guardiola-Riviera, Serendip with Sri Lankan diaspora writers, Mahasamar with Narendra Kohli... - [Spiritual Nature](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/05/spiritual-nature/): By: Raymond Greiner Frequently we make an observation describing something as natural. A child is given opportunity to learn a musical instrument. Then this student displays unusual adaptability to the instrument becoming proficient in an abnormally short span of time.... - [Poem: Boombox](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/04/poem-boombox/): By: Amal Lucerne blare blare blare please shift gear, beams misplaced stage lights jamming illicit slicked back jaundice hey, i’ll call you, mantra - [Poem: Georgia](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/04/poem-georgia/): By: Amal Lucerne Georgia has no visions of lighthouse battles in May or of damp mongols crooning underneath a swarm of moonlight wraiths laughing beyond the chair-snaps consumptive and withering Georgia has no illusions of a hurried walk untaken or adamance... - [Poem: How They Designed their Misery](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/03/poem-how-they-designed-their-misery/): By: ’Deji W. Adesoye That claim, they opportuned my lay To the smart siege By which the devil from Hades was slain That walk like gold-merchant through Arcades of gold-freaks decked at every point Of waiting precious-ware-addicts That Like the... - [History to dominate at the 2014 Jaipur Literature Festival](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/03/history-to-dominate-at-the-2014-jaipur-literature-festival/): This month’s Jaipur Literature Festival is set to shine a spotlight on the past as the annual event welcomes leading historians from across the globe. This was mentioned in a press statement. Covering wide ranging events from Stalingrad to the... - [Poem: Silhouettes of another dawn](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/02/poem-silhouettes-of-another-dawn/): By: Vaisakh E. Hari I pulled myself up the clouds Burned down the world in their sleep Turns out I was the one in the dream And I was left with nowhere to go Sometimes the darkness stifles, Sometimes the... - [Poem: The Burning Meadow: A DEJA VU](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/02/poem-the-burning-meadow-a-deja-vu/): By: Vaisakh E. Hari Sitting on a cliff overlooking a meadow, I am suffocated by the chain forged by myself, deep in the insecurities of my mind. The price of my safety weighing heavily on my limbs, a painful reminder... - [Poem: Delusional truths](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/02/poem-delusional-truths/): By: Vaisakh E. Hari I walked carefree and gay, Through the grass, mountains and plains, Chasing after the secret, The surreal beauty all around, Testament to the divine power. I watched the seeds sprout into the sky, Warmed and fed... - [Poem: The mortal who loved a goddess](https://literaryyard.com/2014/01/02/poem-the-mortal-who-loved-a-goddess/): By: Vaisakh E. Hari Have you ever a call, faint yet insistent, others may call a demons lure, complex and intrinsic in its sweetness, That I could see a benign angel singing. so clear, so strong was the melody, Paradise was... - [Poem: Blue Sky In The Internet](https://literaryyard.com/2013/12/27/poem-blue-sky-in-the-internet/):   By: Ishita Bhaduri Translated by: Soma Roy You posted rains on the Facebook….. Two lacs fifty thousand likes…… Still the rains did not come. Instead some dark clouds Ashened the whole sky With a fistful of soft breeze. Not by Facebook... - [Story: Redemption](https://literaryyard.com/2013/12/27/story-redemption/): By: Phil Temples “I should explain that I’m not a regular churchgoer, Father. I believe in a Creator, and I know the difference between right and wrong. Most of the time, anyway. Anyhow, I appreciate you comin’. “There are one... - [Story: Goat Power](https://literaryyard.com/2013/12/26/story-goat-power/): By: Raymond Greiner  The year is 1923 and the country is in the midst of the Roaring Twenties. Euphoria has not ceased since the end of The Great War. The alcohol flows like water unfolding a new era of drink, dance... - [Story: Deep Down Under](https://literaryyard.com/2013/12/25/story-deep-down-under/): By: Debadrita Chakraborty  The picture loomed at one end of the pastel hued wall. Deprived and lonesome. A face, alive and prominent amidst silhouetted men and women, greyed skyscrapers and a dilapidated blurry image of George Street. Eyes elegantly defined in... - [Jaipur BookMark to bring together publishing pros from South Asia and the world](https://literaryyard.com/2013/12/24/jaipur-bookmark-to-bring-together-publishing-pros-from-south-asia-and-the-world/): A new forum bringing together publishers, agents, rights holders and literary content producers, has been launched by Teamwork Arts. The Jaipur BookMark born of huge interest shown by the international publishing industry in the Jaipur Literature Festival, will run in... - [Story: Cozumel and Carmen By The Concomitant Sea](https://literaryyard.com/2013/12/23/story-cozumel-and-carmen-by-the-concomitant-sea/): By: Brian Barbeito That sea took itself for a painting, and was different than the shores to the north. Up from there, especially in the storm season, the waters seemed to turn over more. This brought stings from jellyfish, and also... - [Story: Sadhaka](https://literaryyard.com/2013/12/23/story-sadhaka/): By: Brian Barbeito In the before, yes, before he incarnated, the beings gathered round and said, Why? – Why do you want to go there and what do you want to do? He told them that he wanted to know what the real... - [Poem: People about](https://literaryyard.com/2013/12/22/poem-people-about/): By: Tasneem. S. Pocketwala People about Around Surrounding her. Low and upset, she Seeks company. Out. Alone Now, sits in one place Awaits Beauty, tranquillity A little pity. – You arrive – Quells the word rising up her lips Tastes it,... - [Poem: What if we could capture time?](https://literaryyard.com/2013/12/22/poem-what-if-we-could-capture-time/): By: Tasneem. S. Pocketwala What if we could capture time? Like A moment of Being Apprehended In a photograph. My hand pulsates to hold time. *** I keep my pen down, now. There, rests ‘Sons and Lovers’. I pick it up,... - [Poem: Motel for the Lost](https://literaryyard.com/2013/12/21/poem-motel-for-the-lost/): By: Matthew R Moore at the motel for the lost – if you should find yourself here there’s free admission and endless hours while tires seem to sleep in sideways heaps and bumpers corrode as thoughts unhinged cars wave with bags... - [Poem: A Cliché](https://literaryyard.com/2013/12/21/poem-a-cliche/): By: Matthew R Moore As the crow flies ass backward, As the bats scream in the belfry, As you beat a dead horse, You lost me. I know I don’t have a leg to stand on, The goose is cooked, so... - [Story: Rope of Sand](https://literaryyard.com/2013/12/21/story-rope-of-sand/): By JP Miller   It was 1969 when my mother and I moved to Edisto Island. I had graduated from an insignificant high school in Charleston and we were suddenly poor. My father had left my mother for a younger... - [Book launch: Lights Out](https://literaryyard.com/2013/12/20/book-launch-lights-out/): Imagine the world around you slowly blinking out, your familiar world disappearing into darkness till you begin to doubt not only the world’s existence but your own as well. In this terrifying blindness can you find the light? This is... - [Jove in The Waste Land](https://literaryyard.com/2013/12/20/jove-in-the-waste-land/): By: Nathaniel Rupp A Vichian Analysis of “What the Thunder Said”   What did the thunder say? This is the question one must ask when reading part V of T.S. Eliot’s “The Waste Land.” To do this is to begin... - [Poem: Winter's flames](https://literaryyard.com/2013/12/19/poem-winters-flames/): By: Linda M. Crate i‘m sure you’ve done this song and dance before because you were so sincere with your insincerity, and i‘m sure she has no idea that you‘ve made her the scarlet devil that i wanted to burn... - [Poem: survived](https://literaryyard.com/2013/12/19/poem-survived/): By: Linda M. Crate i‘ll be a star in someone else’s sky forever i‘ll wonder why things had to be this way, but heaven knows maybe i‘m safer to never know that answer; so i‘m not going to make myself sick... - [Poem: hope she burns you](https://literaryyard.com/2013/12/19/poem-hope-she-burns-you/): By: Linda M. Crate you took my love for granted left me cold and bare without the golden autumn laughter, my breaths were shattered as my heart; everything felt like a zombie dream forgot what my brain was used for... - [Poem: Arctic Wolves](https://literaryyard.com/2013/12/19/poem-arctic-wolves/): By:  Linda M. Crate i love penguins and white tigers, but leave all those arctic wolves buried in their snow father’s arms they only use their fangs to wound and impale; i love polar bears and white foxes, but leave... - [Story: The Great Escape](https://literaryyard.com/2013/12/18/story-the-great-escape/): By: Mikayla Simmons It’s finally here, the worst day of the year, thanksgiving. The night before I had laid down on the grass in the turkey pen, and the next thing I know, I’m stuck in the trunk of a... - [Jaipur Literature Festival issues Ist group of participants for 2014 Festival](https://literaryyard.com/2013/12/18/jaipur-literature-festival-issues-ist-group-of-participants-for-2014-festival/): The Jaipur Literature Festival, claimed to be the world’s largest free literary festival, today announced the first line-up of authors set to attend next year’s festival, which runs from 17th – 21st January 2014. Featuring Pulitzer Prize winners, academics from... - [The Bond Culture: A Study](https://literaryyard.com/2013/12/17/the-bond-culture-a-study/): By: Kousik Adhikari   Ayn Rand in her ‘The Romantic Manifesto’ pointed out that thriller is in a way a kind of simplified version of the romantic literature. We could also add with some certainty that thrillers may be called also... - [Story: Caricatures](https://literaryyard.com/2013/12/17/story-caricatures/): By: Michael C. Keith Drawing is the true test of art.  –– J.A.D. Ingres Year after year, Maurice Lucerne set up his wooden easel on the narrow streets of Paris’s Left Bank and painted caricatures for tourists. It was how... - [Best-Selling Books of 2013](https://literaryyard.com/2013/12/16/best-selling-books-of-2013/): Here is a list of books which Amazon has declared as the best-selling. I would rather put the entire press release in front of you without cutting or chopping words to let you decide if the list sounds genuine or... - [Poem: the fragrance of love](https://literaryyard.com/2015/06/09/poem-the-fragrance-of-love/): By: Linda M. Crate i like to wear the thoughts of stars and trees on my sleeves, but no one understands they all scoff at the ideas that flutter like butterflies through the sun filled forest of my soul deep... - [Poem: the cure i cannot have](https://literaryyard.com/2015/06/09/poem-the-cure-i-cannot-have/): By: Linda M. Crate my love for you is random and unexpected seems too excessive when her lips are the ones that kiss you to sleep, and still i long to be your ocean the one that washes away your... - [Poem: broken doll](https://literaryyard.com/2015/06/09/poem-broken-doll/): By: Linda M. Crate sun drenched hair ocean washed heart soul of flower crowns she shoulders memories no one else can bear, and sometimes when she cries the walls tremble with her as she falls vertigo rising everything sounds like... - [Poem: How can it last?](https://literaryyard.com/2015/06/08/poem-how-can-it-last/): By: Nicole R. Sander Please, please, please tell me, I want to know. How can you expect anything to last, throughout this series of moments in this journey that won’t end. After now, right now, everything has shifted. Just an... - [Story: The Snake-watcher](https://literaryyard.com/2015/06/08/story-the-snake-watcher/): By: Douglas J. Ogurek “Love your neighbor as yourself.” – Luke 10:27 Troy Farlander They have a saying around here: “red touch yellow, kill a fellow; red touch black, a friend of Jack.” Coral snakes have yellow, red, and black... - [Poem: Departing to Arrive](https://literaryyard.com/2015/06/07/poem-departing-to-arrive/): Veiled behind the impassive sunglasses Your eyes may not be able to sting my heart And fetter my legs from going away But your body language snaps at me As I push the luggage trolley to the security check Struggling... - [Story: You Are What You Are](https://literaryyard.com/2015/06/06/story-you-are-what-you-are/): By: Tracey Levine Light pours into Judy’s bedroom window as if it’s coming from a tipped pitcher. Michele’s on her elbows, back arched to the window, sunning. It saturates her bare, pregnant stomach. Judy sits beside her on the bed, also... - [The Changing Face of Indian English](https://literaryyard.com/2015/06/05/the-changing-face-of-indian-english/): English language has left a dramatic effect on the Indian society post the Independence. Today, in every part of the country English is used in one or the other form. English words have deeply penetrated the Indian rural landscape as... - [Story: Lady Chatterjee’s Lover](https://literaryyard.com/2015/06/05/story-lady-chatterjees-lover/): By: Debraj Bhattacharya As I opened the door to your place, Utpal, I could smell the sweat in your body. The first time we came close to each other in this ground floor apartment of yours at Manicktola. I was a... - [Poem: Blue](https://literaryyard.com/2015/06/04/poem-blue/): By: April Mae M. Berza The womb of the words could not give birth to this longing Let me caress your shadow now that I’m missing you. Shades of blue devour my heart as I awake this morning Now that... - [Poem: Like rings around Saturn](https://literaryyard.com/2015/06/04/poem-like-rings-around-saturn/): By: April Mae M. Berza Like rings around Saturn my love will encircle her; not knowing she is the planet she stays away from me. Her prison sky locks her away from my reach, away from me, she cannot seem... - [Story: Love](https://literaryyard.com/2015/06/03/story-love/): By: Milt Montague That morning Milt awoke at 6:05 AM, realized it was an ungodly hour, and tried to get back to sleep. Morpheus was nowhere to be found and after a full hour of fruitless searching for respite in... - [Story: Lightning](https://literaryyard.com/2015/06/03/story-lightning/): By: Milt Montague All children love pets. Cats and dogs are the top candidates in this category of unconditional sources of love. They visibly and audibly return the love and attention lavished upon them by humans. The four Montague children... - [Top 10 Most Well-Read Cities in America?](https://literaryyard.com/2015/06/02/top-10-most-well-read-cities-in-america/): Literary Yard has received this list from none other than Amazon.com about the most well-read cities in America. Well, Literary Yard does not endorse the list since it is based on the sales data on the website. The online retailer... - [Review: The Triumph of Love and Liberty](https://literaryyard.com/2015/06/02/review-the-triumph-of-love-and-liberty/): A romance novel ‘The Triumph of Love and Liberty’ by Hugh Franks is set to unveil on 25th June, 2015. The Second World War, according to the publisher note, ranges on in this sweeping romance novel. Hugh Franks captivates the... - [Story: Lurking in the Shadows](https://literaryyard.com/2015/06/01/story-lurking-in-the-shadows/): By: Obinna Ozoigbo A laconic cigarette dangled from the corner of Grandpa’s mouth, smoldering, as he parked his sleek Ferrari near the river. A trilby hat sat on his head, concealing his hairless crown, but revealing wispy tufts of grey... - [What's your poetic expression - seen or felt?](https://literaryyard.com/2015/05/31/whats-your-poetic-expression-seen-or-felt/): Poetry begins with a bunch of feelings that can mean, if not everything, at least something to everyone universally. Poetry is thus not the slave of professional poets who have penned or who will pen poems the way Shakespeare, Wordsworth,... - [Review: Reading Like the Writers](https://literaryyard.com/2015/05/30/review-reading-like-the-writers/): A couple of weeks ago while I was packing my luggage for a reclusive weekend at one of the resorts at the Jim Corbett national park, approximately 200 kilometers from New Delhi, I heard the doorbell. A packet was handed... - [Refusing the Military](https://literaryyard.com/2015/05/30/refusing-the-military/): By:  William T. Hathaway Chapter 14 of the book RADICAL PEACE: People Refusing War RADICAL PEACE is a collection of reports from antiwar activists, the true stories of their efforts to change our warrior culture. A young Buddhist novice contributed... - [Poem: sTREEtsmart Dudes](https://literaryyard.com/2015/05/29/poem-streetsmart-dudes/): By: Jayanthi Raja Seenivasan When do you ever kiss the blue skies? What do you whisper to the passing clouds? How do you dance to the singing cuckoos? How do you swing with perched parrots? Where do you manage so... - [Review: Realm of Understanding](https://literaryyard.com/2015/05/28/review-realm-of-understanding/): By: Sujan Bhattacharya Presently Kiriti Sengupta is one of the most prolific literary activists in and around Kolkata (India). You may wonder why I’ve termed a competent young author to be an activist! Is it not an attempt of undervaluing him?... - [Story: O Susannah won't you cry for me?](https://literaryyard.com/2015/05/27/story-o-susannah-wont-you-cry-for-me/): By: Charles “Chuck” Orloski One day in the life of Michael and Alexander Smith A beautiful South Carolina night, insect screams, and an occasional lonely “plop”noise as hungry fish briefly touched surface of John D. Long Lake. Demonically obsessed, Susan... - [Poem: The Jumping Tongues and The Stony Ears](https://literaryyard.com/2015/05/21/poem-the-jumping-tongues-and-the-stony-ears/): By: Pijush Kanti Deb Encircling a building a hot chain of dry tongues starts shouting sitting on an unrecognized demand compelling the stony ears- quite comfortable inside the building lying on their pride and contumacy, to stand up on their... - [Poem: The Lips- Golden And Dry](https://literaryyard.com/2015/05/21/poem-the-lips-golden-and-dry/): By- Pijush Kanti Deb Flying in the sky, reaching just near to the Heaven the golden lips- painted by the spoon- made of gold utter blissfully ‘WOW’ looking at the luminous fool moon and recite a love poem narrating the... - [Poem: The Upbringing of A Feathery Singer](https://literaryyard.com/2015/05/21/poem-the-upbringing-of-a-feathery-singer/): By: Pijush Kanti Deb The upbringing of a feathery singer bestows a burnt painter with a landscape comprising of two feathery opponents one is dead and found on a heap of garbage and other sings for the composition of epics... - [Story: Pinocchio And The Great Metaphorical Plot](https://literaryyard.com/2015/05/19/story-pinocchio-and-the-great-metaphorical-plot/): By: Gaither Stewart I am bizarre. No more and no less than my characters. I know that about myself. Who gets into his car with no special place to go and decides on the spot to drive to Istanbul? Where... - [Story: Diary of a Goldfish](https://literaryyard.com/2015/05/18/story-diary-of-a-goldfish/): By: Will Darlington Day 1, 10.13 a.m. Well, here I am. Not quite sure where I am, or what I’m doing here, but I am here. There must be a reason for my being here but I do not precisely know,... - [Story: A Damn Good Day](https://literaryyard.com/2015/05/14/story-a-damn-good-day/): By: Michael C. Keith Fear is faith that it won’t work out. –– Anonymous Maxwell Booth sits in his doctor’s lobby awaiting the results of his x-ray. A cough that started months earlier has worsened to the point that he has... - [Story: The Escape](https://literaryyard.com/2015/05/14/story-the-escape/): By: Raja Jaiswal The railway station of a small town, near Gorakhpur, had been renovated to a new level, on the theme of palace. A flash crowd appeared very timely, routinely, humming and driving their luggage to platform, through the... - [Story: How pretty it looked](https://literaryyard.com/2015/05/11/story-how-pretty-it-looked/): By: Samantha Memi The early morning light streamed through the hospital windows, capturing floating specks of dust, and glistening on the polished floor. The two sisters waited in the reception area, not noticing the sunlight outside. Having travelled through the... - [Review: Healing Waters Floating Lamps](https://literaryyard.com/2015/05/10/review-healing-waters-floating-lamps/): By: Soma Roy This book of poems by Dr. Kiriti Sengupta is elegant and is a pleasure to hold. The depth of the richness of the images of the Floating Lamps invites the reader to explore further and accompany the... - [Story: Cadbury](https://literaryyard.com/2015/05/09/story-cadbury/): By: Rajendra Roul The weather could not have been more pleasant.  There was no humidity. No sweating either. A soft breeze was blowing calmly darting a romantic surge through their spines. The sun was nowhere in the sky. That does not... - [Poem: givers and takers](https://literaryyard.com/2015/05/07/poem-givers-and-takers/): By: Linda M Crate i guess the biggest lie anyone has ever told me is that people care for all they ever have cared about is what they can take from me because greed seems the economy of these times,... - [Poem: when july ends and dead butterflies](https://literaryyard.com/2015/05/07/poem-when-july-ends-and-dead-butterflies/): By: Linda M Crate i. we are over like july now forgotten by snow white winter, and his chariots of ice there is no more red because it had to end. ii. the butterflies had fallen into the blackness of... - [Poem: celtic fury](https://literaryyard.com/2015/05/07/poem-celtic-fury/): By: Linda M Crate i don’t understand the purport of shaking up my little world, and throwing me into an alien world because as pleasurable as it was it means nothing now; you manipulated my emotions and shook up my... - [Poem: Tailor-made Ladies](https://literaryyard.com/2015/05/06/poem-tailor-made-ladies/): By: Pavithra Joseph Pretty, frilly dresses, unsuited to trees and skinned knees; perfect, though, with stilts for shoes that cramp toes, and that wind-swept Munroe-esque pose. We learn young to confuse discomfort with comfort - [Poem: Mind Your Anatomy](https://literaryyard.com/2015/05/06/poem-mind-your-anatomy/): By: Pavithra Joseph She’s not a c***, not a cuss word, or a b a t t e r r e d suitcase of disembodied. unclaimed. parts. She’s as complete, and incomplete, as human as you. - [Poem: Don’t Touch](https://literaryyard.com/2015/05/06/poem-dont-touch/): By: Pavithra Joseph They stood across each other packed into a train carriage; separated by others, unspeaking, looking out, or into their digital lives. He looked at her, letting the veil drop- so she saw him undress her in technicolor, in... - [Story: Life Without Love](https://literaryyard.com/2015/05/05/story-life-without-love/): By: Gaither Stewart ‘…..There is the heat of Love, the pulsing rush of Longing, the lover’s whisper, irresistible—magic to make the sanest man go mad.’ (Homer’s ILIAD) Alessandro Bramante was in love with love. Like other lovers Alessandro was the... - [Poem: Shadow](https://literaryyard.com/2015/05/02/poem-shadow/): By: Hardeep Sabharwal All those legend of your liveliness and courage, entered in my bones as ants, forming an ant hill, like a newly wedded girl’s Bangle’s lyrics, chanting day and night, I don’t understand, There must be some other... - [Poem: Matrix](https://literaryyard.com/2015/05/02/poem-matrix-2/): By: Hardeep Sabharwal. This year I met a guy In the same old mirror Who boasted of becoming Imago from larva Showing wings of flight Same footpaths and same sleepers Just with a curious new smile And a vision which... - [Poem: Regrets](https://literaryyard.com/2015/04/30/poem-regrets/): By: Ayad Gharbawi Goodbye Tears of life A farewell Beckons So I’ll say My words Of today While sincerely Despising My yesterdays For my structure And spelling Were so wrong; So often Did I only Listen To words I spoke. ~ - [Poem: Wanderer](https://literaryyard.com/2015/04/30/poem-wanderer/): By: Ayad Gharbawi For my love I needed A bone To discover My ancient smile. - [Poem: When Elegance Weeps](https://literaryyard.com/2015/04/30/poem-when-elegance-weeps/): By: Ayad Gharbawi Soul I Love Candle Flickers; And Night Tender Yawns. Life’s Loves! Meanings Recede; And Elegance I Hear Weeps. - [Poem: The Moon in a November Field](https://literaryyard.com/2015/04/26/poem-the-moon-in-a-november-field/): By: Jibanananda Das Translated by: Kousik Adhikari Passion surges in my heart, Those clouds like the mountains When brings you with them In midnight or in last night’s sky- Whom that one dead world leaves tonight; Torn white clouds have departed in... - [Poem: The Boat](https://literaryyard.com/2015/04/24/the-boat/): By: Jayanthi Venugopal I feel the shimmers of the soft white Sun, the fresh moist of the morning dew, the gentle lapping of ocean waters and my own anxiety to set sail on the deep blue sea. I hear the morning... - [Story: Swannanoa](https://literaryyard.com/2015/04/24/story-swannanoa/): By: Gaither Stewart Some people peel apples in thick layers, heedlessly and negligently cutting away half the apple. Others squint and observe closely the fruit, stripping its skin paper-thin in an unbroken circular thread, lovingly and frugally, as if it... - [Poem: Oceans and rivers](https://literaryyard.com/2015/04/23/poem-oceans-and-rivers/): By: Neelam Singh Fiji Delimited by the ocean, in its immense vastness Copious to acquire Value laden oceans and rivers Unravel its treasures and re‐live its pleasures Oceans and rivers, a link to our ancestry The basis of our identity The... - [Poem: thief of flame](https://literaryyard.com/2015/04/22/poem-thief-of-flame/): By: Linda M Crate i watched the flames devour the candle wick seemingly impressed with themselves though they had conquered nothing only dulled the sparkle of the candle, and you are much the same putting the light in the candles... - [Poem: popularity contest](https://literaryyard.com/2015/04/22/poem-popularity-contest/): By: Linda M Crate in high school i always wanted to be one of the cool kids fit in with the popular ones and be part of the coolest cliques, and i wanted so badly to be anyone but me;... - [Poem: From your slumber you must wake](https://literaryyard.com/2015/04/22/poem-from-your-slumber-you-must-wake/): By: Linda M. Crate we once went through the dark ages must we repeat history? it was foolish enough to have gone there once let alone attempt to go there multiple times, and i can’t understand why people care about... - [Story: Saint Peter’s Prescience](https://literaryyard.com/2015/04/22/story-saint-peters-prescience/): By: DC Foster The azure radiance had no end – just a global horizon where the sky curled around the planet and out of sight. A range of mountainous clouds navigated the blue above, leaving smoky trails in their wakes.... - [Story: Mounted Stentor](https://literaryyard.com/2015/04/20/story-mounted-stentor/): By: Prosenjit Dey Chaudhury On at least one Sunday of each month, a house up the street used to hold a lot of attraction for a number of people. On that side of the street ran a slow, thick stream with... - [Vikram Seth's new poetry collection will hit stands in October](https://literaryyard.com/2015/04/20/vikram-seths-new-poetry-collection-will-hit-stands-in-october/): Indian poet and novelist Vikram Seth is all set to thrill his fans with his latest collection of poems. His publisher recently revealed that the collection will be released in October this year. The new collection ‘Summer Requiem’ is being published by... - [Story: Pandemonium](https://literaryyard.com/2015/04/20/story-pandemonium/): By: Ruth Z. Deming The phone, which lay beside her in bed, began to ring. “Gerry, I can’t talk now,” she said, “I’m in the middle of a movie. Call you later?” She was watching a rental of “A Night... - [“Road to Resilience”: A guide to creating resilient cities](https://literaryyard.com/2015/04/18/road-to-resilience-a-guide-to-creating-resilient-cities/): Asian Cities Climate Change Resilience Network (ACCCRN), an initiative of The Rockefeller Foundation recently launched “Road to Resilience”, a guide to creating resilient cities in New Delhi. “Road to Resilience” is in consonance with the primary objectives of creating cities... - [Story: The Girl With The Cracked Face](https://literaryyard.com/2015/04/16/story-the-girl-with-the-cracked-face/): By: Kakoli Mukherjee  Rains in Hyderabad are like board exams. Before you can realise what’s happening, it’s all over you. You are left with no choice but deal with it stoically, cursing yourself for not being better prepared. I remember getting... - [New Tech to help you with good handwriting on PCs and Tablets](https://literaryyard.com/2015/04/16/new-tech-to-help-you-with-good-handwriting-on-pcs-and-tablets/): Typing on computers is a no-brainer since it does not need any handwriting skills. But of late, tablets and PCs have applications where you have to write with your hand. But your handwriting is not the same as you with... - [Poem: You come….](https://literaryyard.com/2015/04/15/poem-you-come/): By: Natana Vasuki Often I embed as a pollen grain Inside a pretty fragrant blossom You come as a bee and pick me up to show the varieties of life…. Often I lay as a smooth pebble Inside a placid river... - [Poem: The Train](https://literaryyard.com/2015/04/15/poem-the-train/): By: Priya Anand Past neon lit stations and empty platforms A union of metal, concrete and gravel It slithers through hinterlands waste and fertile At first barren and desolate, tracks lined by thorny sentinels Then lush verdant fields in green... - [Story: Underneath the Arches](https://literaryyard.com/2015/04/14/story-underneath-the-arches/): By: Gaither Stewart     “Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else’s opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation.” Oscar Wilde. The crowd had started yelling and hollering and clapping at the first notes from his... - [Story: What Remains](https://literaryyard.com/2015/04/14/story-what-remains/): By: Michael C. Keith                                   Reasons are not like garments, the worse for wearing.  –– Robert Devereux Knowing he was not long for this world, Philip Desmond decided to clean out his closet. He had not done so in... - [Story: The Boy Who Loved to Dance](https://literaryyard.com/2015/04/13/story-the-boy-who-loved-to-dance/): By: Adreyo Sen When I was a child, my relationship with my mother was often strained. I was five when she signed me up for lessons at the Maharashtra Lawn Tennis association. But I was scared of my coach, who... - [John Donne: Paying Tribute to the Metaphysical Master](https://literaryyard.com/2015/04/13/john-donne-paying-tribute-to-the-metaphysical-master/): John Donne who is considered to be one of the wittiest poets of the seventeenth century emerged to the scene with respect only after TS Eliot recognized his metaphysical imagination. One of the characteristics of Donne which wins Eliot is... - [Poem: let me be a king](https://literaryyard.com/2015/04/12/poem-let-me-be-a-king/): By: Linda M Crate i want to open the eyes of egypt to kiss a pyramid awake and dance upon her sands, want to know the loneliness of the nile and to sing with canoes of the sky; and i... - [Poem: i will never surrender](https://literaryyard.com/2015/04/12/poem-i-will-never-surrender/): By: Linda M Crate you always try to silence me to cut off the fires of my stars until nothing remains but a broken shell of what i once was, but my will is stronger than you think i will... - [Poem: leave well enough alone](https://literaryyard.com/2015/04/12/poem-leave-well-enough-alone/): By: Linda M Crate what i am is what i am so get over it i’ll give my words to the people that remember them, and to those who are a part of my life when things are good and... - [William Shakespeare wrote Double Falsehood play](https://literaryyard.com/2015/04/11/william-shakespeare-wrote-double-falsehood-play/): According to a news, researchers have confirmed that William Shakespeare is the author of the play ‘Double Falsehood’. The study was conducted in collaboration with James Pennebaker, also at UT-Austin which provides a deeper exploration of an author’s psychological profile. ‘Double... - [Our Relationship with the Future](https://literaryyard.com/2015/04/11/our-relationship-to-the-future/): By:  Raymond Greiner A few months ago I was researching for an essay on the cycles of the sun learning about the billions of years it has taken to achieve its present size, and its continual expansion, eventually achieving a... - [Battery Acid Wine](https://literaryyard.com/2015/04/09/battery-acid-wine/): By: Raymond Greiner In 1961 while hiking along the Miramichi River in New Brunswick, Canada I came upon a trail leading up the riverbank. I decided to explore this trail. As I crested the hill above the flood plain a... - [Top Authors Who Love Controversies](https://literaryyard.com/2015/04/09/top-authors-who-love-controversies/): A lot of people have preferred to convey their intellect and thoughts through literature. It’s a fact that writers are often carried away by the society as well as the social context. While some of you may love to hate... - [Radical Peace: Coming Home](https://literaryyard.com/2015/04/08/radical-peace-coming-home/): By: William T. Hathaway   From the Book RADICAL PEACE: People Refusing War RADICAL PEACE is a collection of reports from antiwar activists, the true stories of their efforts to change our warrior culture. In this chapter a mother tells... - [Story: Town Drunk](https://literaryyard.com/2015/04/08/story-town-drunk/): By: Jerry Mullins People ask me “Why do you seem to like being the town drunk?” Well, when I get asked that every once in awhile, I think about it. Then I tell them, just like I am reading a list.... - [From Trauma to Bliss](https://literaryyard.com/2015/04/06/from-trauma-to-bliss/): By: William T. Hathaway   I was sitting in full lotus, body wrapped in a blanket, mind rapt in deep stillness, breathing lightly, wisps of air curling into the infinite space behind my closed eyes. My mantra had gone beyond... - [Lila: Jump out of the pot!](https://literaryyard.com/2015/04/06/lila-jump-out-of-the-pot/): By: William T. Hathaway   “I’m getting hot,” croaked the frog as he floated in a pot of water from which steam was beginning to rise. “Me too,” croaked the other frog as she paddled listlessly. “This water used to... - [Poem: A Rain Song](https://literaryyard.com/2015/04/04/poem-a-rain-song/): By: Debleena Majumdar Drenched, soaking, I enter the café, My pocket empty of notes. “A grande latte, Make that a large” “Cash or card?” “A poem, actually.” “I’ll pay with a poem” She stares at me, I need that coffee. I... - [Story: Four Idiots](https://literaryyard.com/2015/04/02/story-four-idiots/): By: Ram Prasath When Chithranjan Das, toredapage from the Calendar, it showed 23-Aug-2045. ‘Could there be someone like you, elsewhere in any planet or universe? Technology has gone to such a height, but you are still sticking to papers, notes and... - [Essay: For Better or Worse](https://literaryyard.com/2015/04/01/essay-for-better-or-worse/): By: Raymond Greiner When I open my computer each morning it’s like pulling the drain plug on an overflowing sink. I’m uncertain if this habit is my passion or my poison. As I lift the computer’s top a lighted apple... - [Story: Sail Away](https://literaryyard.com/2015/04/01/story-sail-away/): By: Nilanjana Nag The shore at dawn blushed when touched by the first rays of the sun and caressed by the voluptuous waves of the tide. As the night sunk into its watery tomb, its final breath rose as a mist... - [Story: Waiting](https://literaryyard.com/2015/03/31/story-waiting/): By: Lindsay Boyd Lakshmi was peeved to think several months had elapsed since she last put together a newsletter. Time was very much at a premium some days, she had to admit, and more often than not it was all she... - [Poem: Underfoot](https://literaryyard.com/2015/03/30/poem-underfoot/): By: Audrey El-Osta Mother and child on a foolish mission of cruel eviction, pulling furniture off walls, wearing Doc Martens so as not to feel the soft velvety fur of this rodent fiend or it’s bony claws and inbred teeth on... - [Poem: Painting](https://literaryyard.com/2015/03/30/poem-painting/): By: Adreyo Sen Each child is a painting waiting to come into being. And so the painter must be patient with his colours, with his vivid shades of red, his more somber blue, his medley of pink and greens and with... - [Story: CHESS AND LIANA](https://literaryyard.com/2015/03/27/story-chess-and-liana/):  By: Gaither Stewart      X   Lead weighed heavy on his eyeballs. Countless espressos worn off, their absence dragging him from the peak of his matinal inspiration downwards toward oblivion. Toward non-existence. Noonday light filtered through the jungle turned blue. He... - [Story: Passer By](https://literaryyard.com/2015/03/26/story-passer-by/): By: Ram Prasath Amidst that shining wood work on the window, draping curtain that looked as fresh as clothes taken out from dryer, the bright sun light that cut across through the house, a pair of human legs, if seen,... - [India's Daughter](https://literaryyard.com/2015/03/25/indias-daughter/): By: Ram Prasath While India’s daughter video has gone viral across the world, it has also raised a lot of questions, as a freelance writer, in me. Is Nirbaya, (Jyoti Singh Pandey) the only daughter of India? What about KaraikalVinothini, Pune’s... - [Poem: The ink that fell in-between](https://literaryyard.com/2015/03/24/poem-the-ink-that-fell-in-between/): By: Shriram S Vyasa should have had a palm the size of fully grown maple leaves. When cupped together, his palms could have had a stunted forest under their penumbra. That is if he had held red soil on the land... - [Hacking Consciousness: The Stanford University Video Series](https://literaryyard.com/2015/03/24/hacking-consciousness-the-stanford-university-video-series/): Reviewed By: William T. Hathaway This new Stanford video series investigates consciousness as the source of not only the human mind but also of all energy and matter. Consciousness is seen as the essence of the universe, a unified field... - [Story: DORA THE SOUR](https://literaryyard.com/2015/03/23/story-dora-the-sour/): By: Paul Beckman We sat cramped in the Rabbi’s study — four sisters, Dora, Pauline, Annie, and Lena, all in their seventies with Dora being the eldest now that Lizzie was gone. There were two husbands, Dora’s Stan and Lena’s... - [Poem: The sleeping insomniac](https://literaryyard.com/2015/03/23/poem-the-sleeping-insomniac/): By: Leena Adhvaryu Suffocating in the sky is amorphous this feeling hasn’t found a planet yet. It sleeps with a zillion eyes open in a city gobbled by greed, like an insomniac sleeping in eternity. - [Story: Shauq](https://literaryyard.com/2015/03/21/story-shauq/): By: Saima Afreen Kidneys. That’s what everybody called those pockets of the city. The grimy tents cleared the city’s junk: the industrial excretion or cremation of a dozing old building. Hillocks of metal scraps grew and vanished everyday. Continuos cling-clang-clangety... - [Story: Marlboro morns](https://literaryyard.com/2015/03/21/story-marlboro-morns/): By: Saima Afreen It was just another day. Another life with usual-yet-unusual breakfast of boiled peas, cucumber slices and a boiled egg with its mouth open in the yellow bowl. Her mouth gaped at the puff of smoke rising before... - [Story: Oracle Earth](https://literaryyard.com/2015/03/20/story-oracle-earth/): By: Raymond Greiner Working as an archeological researcher unveils discoveries mixed with complexities. I was summoned to this institution of learning as an instructor, teaching knowledge attained from data gathered relating to humankind’s historical pathway. Time and archeology fuse solving mysteries... - [Story: milaan](https://literaryyard.com/2015/03/20/story-milaan/): By: Saheli Khastagir Thank God they sent Milaan bhai with me. I don’t like the other one! I mean…I don’t hate him…I shouldn’t. He is the one who got me to the city in the first place. But he is always... - [Story: The Miner’s Grandchild](https://literaryyard.com/2015/03/20/story-the-miners-grandchild/): By: Adreyo Sen Till I was fifteen, I was very close to my grandfather. In the evenings, I would sit by his side as he rummaged through the uneven country that was his desk. My grandfather had been, for forty... - [Poem: naysayers](https://literaryyard.com/2015/03/19/poem-naysayers/): By: Linda M Crate damask faces everyone looks at me blankly no one recognizes the girl staring back at them, and i admit i’ve changed since they last have seen me; wrote a few books and had one published— these... - [Poem: it's not all about you](https://literaryyard.com/2015/03/19/poem-its-not-all-about-you/): By: Linda M Crate i have no more words for you we’ve dried up you can’t force water from a rock without divine help, and i don’t think our withered friendship is even worth the effort; the blame does not... - [Poem: volumes](https://literaryyard.com/2015/03/19/poem-volumes/): By: Linda M Crate my silence to you should speak volumes enough i have no words i wish to say to you i am not your sister we are no longer friends, and the more you try to hold onto... - [Indian English Novels you cannot afford to miss](https://literaryyard.com/2015/03/18/indian-english-novels-you-cannot-afford-to-miss/): Indian English authors have outclassed their global counterparts by simply penning the fine fictional/prosaical works. Many of the Indian authors are thought to be leaders in certain genres as their works are definite benchmarks for the aspiring authors. Their works... - [Poem: You are not my friend](https://literaryyard.com/2015/03/18/poem-you-are-not-my-friend/): By: Debleena Majumdar “You are not my friend” She shouts, voice quivering, Eyes firm, tiny hands on her hip. A friend lost for all of one week. Next week they will play again Angry words forgotten, arms linked, But the... - [Poem: Jumping dreams](https://literaryyard.com/2015/03/18/poem-jumping-dreams/): By: Debleena Majumdar That was a beautiful dream You showed me last night. A field of purple stretching, Beneath a sky of gold. And a mist of silver rain. I wanted to stay awhile, To breathe in that dream. But you... - [Poem: Dear little Cecilia](https://literaryyard.com/2014/05/21/poem-dear-little-cecilia/): By: Aneesha Roy Dear little Cecilia, sprightly, contumacious, Tiptoed to her room; carefree, audacious, She was to star in a little skit In a few days, too soon. She expected no laurels, no exalted praise, But was determined to give... - [Poem: A Slip of Tongue](https://literaryyard.com/2014/05/21/poem-a-slip-of-tongue/): By: Aneesha Roy An unsolicited phrase of reproach Escaped my lips today. It was undeserved and rude And perhaps directed at Her rawest nerve. She said nothing much in defence. She was too hurt to speak. No execration, no distasteful... - [Poem: Ravished](https://literaryyard.com/2014/05/21/poem-ravished/): By: Aneesha Roy She strolls into her study in Her characteristic, Neanderthal gait; Her shoulders drooping, Her skin misted with sweat; Her breath heavy And her day laid waste. She approaches her mahogany desk Under the ornate ceiling And devours... - [Story: Finding Level](https://literaryyard.com/2014/05/15/story-finding-level/): By: Raymond Greiner My name is Howard Woodward. I have lived in this city for twenty years, have a good paying job and live in an up scale apartment. During formative years I dreamed of city life, an ever-busy place... - [Saboteur: An interview with a domestic insurgent](https://literaryyard.com/2014/05/13/saboteur-an-interview-with-a-domestic-insurgent/): By: William T. Hathaway From the book RADICAL PEACE: People Refusing War   I first met the man we’ll call Trucker in 1970 at a rally against the Vietnam War. Our demo was going to start on the Berkeley campus... - [Poem: Viola da Gamba](https://literaryyard.com/2014/05/11/poem-viola-da-gamba/): By: Milt Montague Bows dancing on strings Sounds piercing my heart Searing my soul A plaintive cry Out of the past The Renaissance Reconnecting To the ancients Lights on once more After a long desolate night Viola da Gamba’s sonority... - [Poem: Areca Palm](https://literaryyard.com/2014/05/11/poem-areca-palm/): By: Mit Montague fifteen years ago it arrived barely one foot high a gift from Evelyn’s son Steve after her knee surgery the years have slipped by Evy’s leg healed beautifully restoring pain-free mobility to our active lives the tree... - [Poem: a glass of wine](https://literaryyard.com/2014/05/11/poem-a-glass-of-wine/): By: Milt Montague a glass of wine is fine red or white will do as well to relax both mind and body enhance enjoyment of a meal promote conviviality drink a toast to loved ones who make us greater than... - [An appeal to readers for donations](https://literaryyard.com/2014/05/10/an-appeal-to-readers-for-donations/): The Literary Yard in order to improve the backend and enhance the front-end of the website seeks support from its vast community of authors, readers and followers, among others. Since its inception in March 2013, the e-journal has established its name worldwide, but... - [Story: The Flask of Paterfamilias](https://literaryyard.com/2014/05/09/story-the-flask-of-paterfamilias/): By: Paulo Lorenzo L Garcia IT was a dark and dreary midnight, tenebrous rain clouds hovered pensively up in the sky, swirling back and forth to conceal the moon. The silver rays of moonlight had once again unveiled itself upon... - [Story: The Song](https://literaryyard.com/2014/05/08/story-the-song/): By: Debadatta Pati ‘Mile sur mera tumhara’ was my mother’s favorite song when I was hitting puberty. I was twelve, maybe thirteen. I don’t remember the exact time when she started humming this song all the time. The song had... - [Mountain Echoes Literary Festival 2014 to be held in Bhutan](https://literaryyard.com/2014/05/08/mountain-echoes-literary-festival-2014-to-be-held-in-bhutan/): Mountain Echoes Literary Festival, which turns five this year, claims to bring together writers, biographers, historians, environmentalists, scholars, photographers, poets, musicians, artists and film-makers to engage in cultural dialogue, share stories, create memories for  three blissful days in the mountains.... - [Story: Only Kindness Matters](https://literaryyard.com/2014/05/07/story-only-kindness-matters/): (Part of the Colors That Bind Triology) By: Linda M. Crate The queen paced around the banquet hall nervously, wringing her hands. She knew this news wasn’t going to go over well. The counsel of fae had glared dangerously at... - [Poem: The Tea Shop](https://literaryyard.com/2014/05/06/poem-the-tea-shop/): By: Adreyo Sen Those tea shops are the happiest that are unaware that they have a heart, a heart that unseen and lonely and overlooked. calms Impatience fuming in and out to get itself a latte. This tea shop too has... - [Poem: Walks](https://literaryyard.com/2014/05/05/poem-walks/): By: JD DeHart Our walks began at the old house later burned by my uncles, and location of the rust-reddened refrigerator that trapped my oldest brother, nearly killing him. Then our feet would continue past the tin sheet that covered... - [Poem: The Bird Fence](https://literaryyard.com/2014/05/05/poem-the-bird-fence/): By: JD DeHart Two blackbirds sitting on the fence, one slightly lower in its stance, watch us pass by as if they should be two old ladies, reincarnated as birds. Somewhere close, a dove has twigged together a small nest,... - [Poem: Antler Tree](https://literaryyard.com/2014/05/05/poem-antler-tree/): By: JD DeHart Wind shook the world, rattled the leaves and we found ourselves trembling too, traveling to the extremities of the manse, walking among the diligent gardeners silent in their rich dark toils and wars, spraying parasite chemicals, dropping... - [Poem: Inspiration](https://literaryyard.com/2014/05/04/poem-inspiration/): By: Debleena Majumdar I went searching for inspiration, Empty bowl in hand; Boss dumped a project, Friend cribbed a bucket, I ran to empty the bowl, Now full of dirt, wet, sand. I went looking for inspiration, Something to touch the... - [Story: Alaya](https://literaryyard.com/2014/05/02/story-alaya/): By: Kishor It was a month since Alaya saw her counselor. She was in her living room with her best friend when the office worker showed up to get Alaya when she didn’t present herself for counseling even though she... - [Story: Sholay- rekindled](https://literaryyard.com/2014/04/30/story-sholay-rekindled/): By: Khemendra Kumar I felt certain hollowness. It must be due to a long travel. Yes, it was a rather long journey. 16 hours flight from Fiji to Hong Kong, 8 hours idle transit, then 5 hours to Bangalore. Again in... - [Poem: Serendipity](https://literaryyard.com/2014/04/28/poem-serendipity/): By: Paulo Lorenzo Garcia Image upon the waters placid I had invoked From the corners of my mind An interminable stream Image upon the waters placid Free and fair, the maiden with flaxen hair. Sun rays reflected in the waters... - [Poem: THE PORTRAIT OF A LOVER](https://literaryyard.com/2014/04/28/poem-the-portrait-of-a-lover/): By: Paulo Lorenzo Garcia Gently, I muse a digit weeping lorn of love’s keeping; lulled by nothing but a rancorous clanging of a heart scarcely beating and a memory, distant yet fresh and vivid she visits me while I’m sleeping.... - [Poem: For The Wine Maker](https://literaryyard.com/2014/04/27/poem-for-the-wine-maker/): By: Barbara Caceres She had no knowledge of your plans the tools you’d use to escape wanting only to bask in this year’s vintage she asked no questions held no suspicions and when your demeanor calmed and you called to... - [Poem: Tell Me Why](https://literaryyard.com/2014/04/27/poem-tell-me-why/): By: Barbara Caceres You can’t find beach glass on this beach anymore the artists have taken it carried it away by the bucketful hidden it in the closets of their bungalows convincing themselves it can no longer be shared with... - [Poem: The Distance Between Rooms](https://literaryyard.com/2014/04/27/poem-the-distance-between-rooms/): By: Barbara Caceres And he would not go when she wanted him to would not leave her with the speed of a Maserati or the stealth of a nighttime bomber he lingered and hovered and made his presence known playing... - [Essay: Techno Logic](https://literaryyard.com/2014/04/25/essay-techno-logic/): By: Raymond Greiner I recently received an e-mail message with an attached photo exhibiting a group of soldiers proudly surrounding a newly developed “bunker busting” bomb. The text of the message explained this was no ordinary bomb, constructed using state... - [Story: The Mystic Rider](https://literaryyard.com/2014/04/23/story-the-mystic-rider/): By: N. B. Yomi After school during soccer practice, a slender girl with short blonde hair that went down to her shoulders practiced with her team for until 7p.m., before she went to the locker room to change. After she... - [Release: Thriller Novel ‘Maya’](https://literaryyard.com/2014/04/23/release-thriller-novel-maya/): Recently launched book “Maya” by a debut author Satishsrinivas is a psychological thriller, about the mysterious life of an innocent girl named Akshara who has wandered away from her kingdom. Some greedy people for their own selfish reasons play with... - [Constructing the Image: Parallels Between Pointillism and Poetry](https://literaryyard.com/2014/04/22/constructing-the-image-parallels-between-pointillism-and-poetry/): By: Robert Eastwood Although he considered painting a “nobler” art, the polymath Leonardo da Vinci wrote, “Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen.” Connection between the two art forms... - [Poem: Fiction Never Lies](https://literaryyard.com/2014/04/21/poem-fiction-never-lies/): By: Reese Scott jesus aligned himself with the autistic, the slow and retarded they followed directions jumping up and down till there ankles would brake jumping off hills and mountain jesus had a good sense of humor and made sure... - [Poem: Balloon Child](https://literaryyard.com/2014/04/21/poem-balloon-child/): By: Reese Scott Kissing while you are sleeping over dreams that have been blessed with fire as dancers march in rigid steps wallowing over minds and rings over there in the corner sits a child hat on tight blocking the... - [Poem: Leslie's Teeth](https://literaryyard.com/2014/04/21/poem-leslies-teeth/): By: Reese Scott Winter is coming as I look out my window I can see the snow my radiator is turned on and as always my arms are tied tight behind my back the food is in the refrigerator and... - [Poem: The man who sat at the table](https://literaryyard.com/2014/04/20/poem-the-man-who-sat-at-the-table/): By: Saleh Sharif He sat at the table He ate what was given He greeted all who passed, and the ones sitting at the table What appeared was a man, like all who lived Wore a watch and a tie... - [Poem: Straining at the Seams](https://literaryyard.com/2014/04/18/poem-straining-at-the-seams/): By: Priya Anand Flip-flops slap the muddy ground Stained by liquids best left unanalysed A gawkish stance on reed thin legs A faded floral print that touches scabby knees Eyes that have long seen and only begun To comprehend the... - [Poem: The Lady of Dahn has gone the castle keep](https://literaryyard.com/2014/04/17/poem-the-lady-of-dahn-has-gone-the-castle-keep/): By: M.F. Nagel The Lady of Dahn has gone the castle keep Gone the tallest tower Gone with the boy child Gone this Christ-mass eve. Burn My lord Burn White candles in black chapels. Hear bells Chiming bells Chiming A... - [Poem: Now is the month of Maying](https://literaryyard.com/2014/04/17/poem-now-is-the-month-of-maying/): By: M.F. Nagel Now is the month of maying; Dance; For broken consorts (April was my mistress.) Now is the month of maying Sing we-chant it; A mass for four voices Smilieth bonnie lasses smilieth O’ care thou wilt dispatch... - [Poem: Love or a trick of light](https://literaryyard.com/2014/04/17/poem-love-or-a-trick-of-light/): By: M.F. Nagel Love or a trick of light. Somewhere East of the the pale moons of twilight Cometh the iceman Sing ‘in memory in vespers’; In sacrarium; in sacrarium (Has~d herself, himself given whole life all pleasures~ For sale... - [White Doves Will Fly Above The Lie](https://literaryyard.com/2014/04/15/story-white-doves-will-fly-above-the-lie/):   By: P. M. Merlot “White doves will fly from her wedding cake.” Those were words from a young mother’s dream of her daughter’s wedding day. My cousin’s words. An idea I could not imagine, but I could imagine being... - [Story: The Parrot - Prose](https://literaryyard.com/2014/04/14/story-the-parrot-prose/): By:   Sam Rapth   When inspector Ranjan, came to the Scene of Crime, the individual house at Vasantha Vihar on the ECR of Chennai, photo session was going on. The house was lonely in the street and there stood a Renault... - [Story: Laid Bare](https://literaryyard.com/2014/04/12/story-laid-bare/): By: Shyama Laxman 12 September 2000 Kabir is finally getting married. Soon he will have a new person in his life. No longer would he feel the need to reach out to me, in times of distress or elation, because there... - [Story: Brooklyn Bridge – Arch No. 6](https://literaryyard.com/2014/04/11/story-brooklyn-bridge-arch-no-6/): By: Gaither Stewart That morning an unexpected snow had fallen feather-light on the streets of East Harlem. But after lunch the wind blowing across the river from Queens and the ocean dissipated the black clouds and the winter sun returned.... - [Poem: The Nocturnal Birds and Me](https://literaryyard.com/2014/04/10/poem-the-nocturnal-birds-and-me/): By: Kousik Adhikari Generally the nocturnal birds begin their journey at this time When there is darkness at night, Nowadays I dedicate Some of my hours to watch them Sitting peacefully on my open rooftop, In the ancient easy chair of... - [Review: Understanding Marx](https://literaryyard.com/2014/04/09/review-understanding-marx/):   By William T. Hathaway Review of Crisis and Change Today By Peter Knapp and Alan J. Spector Knapp and Spector have written a superb introduction to Marxist thought, a much-needed one, since reading Marx can be a daunting task.... - [Story: Double Whammy](https://literaryyard.com/2014/04/08/story-double-whammy/): By: Ram Govardhan Beauty and brains seldom come together; that is, one rarely stumbles on a stunner with extraordinary intellect as opposed to ubiquitous plain looks with average wits. But, of all the deserving girls in town, such rarity befell... - [Story: “And So On”](https://literaryyard.com/2014/04/07/story-and-so-on/):   By: Brian Vowels Iuliia sat and wept in the window seat of Row 25 on one of the almost daily Aeroflot flights from Guangzhou to Moscow. The airplane was, on the whole, empty and she had the entire row... - [Story: 'My Trampled Rose'](https://literaryyard.com/2014/04/04/story-my-trampled-rose/): By: Miss Jenny “Honey, fetch all my shirts from mom”, said dad packing up his things. “Dad I don’t want you to go. Please stay with me. I need your support. Please don’t go abroad. Run your business here. Please... - [Story: The Art of the Deal South of Pinos Altos](https://literaryyard.com/2014/04/03/story-the-art-of-the-deal-south-of-pinos-altos/): By: Nadine Lockhart Jenny swerves into the Enchanted Villas, a small plot of land and what looked like outbuildings just north of Silver City, New Mexico, owned by a homely woman and her husband. The couple rent out small rooms... - [Keep On Rockin'](https://literaryyard.com/2014/04/02/keep-on-rockin/): By William T. Hathaway From the Book RADICAL PEACE: People Refusing War   RADICAL PEACE is a collection of reports from peace activists in the USA, Europe, Iraq, and Afghanistan. An American exchange student in one of my courses here... - [Poem: Matrix](https://literaryyard.com/2014/04/01/poem-matrix/): By: JD DeHart We should develop a matrix The business suit declares It is pristine white and unmarked Swiveling a chair half-circle Trying on the word matrix Like a new misunderstood hat. - [Poem: Garnet](https://literaryyard.com/2014/04/01/poem-garnet/): By: JD DeHart We talked hours about Native American life Because I wanted to be one I had a whole book She even unearthed obsidian Arrowheads and gave it to me It rests in a plastic box upstairs Small memorial... - [Poem: Nabokovian](https://literaryyard.com/2014/04/01/poem-nabokovian/): By: JD DeHart The first time I met Nabokov I only wanted to read him because I knew Lolita was tawdry, a reason Steeped in juvenile thought Quickly, I saw the poetic movement Finding his voice through transparent Embers of... - [Story: Life can be perfect](https://literaryyard.com/2014/03/31/story-life-can-be-perfect/):   By: Reese Scott They weren’t anyone anymore. They were just still here. They didn’t expect very much. Because there was nothing to expect. This is where they lived. Jane. 52 years old. She married at nineteen. Had a daughter... - [Poem: Rented Bodies](https://literaryyard.com/2014/03/30/poem-rented-bodies/): By: Aditi Angiras It arrived in its rented bodies unannounced as usual. I was on the flip-side, hanging out memories like white linen, drying out in the sun. Summers almost gone lips parched with desire. Now it’s all moonlights and rainy... - [Poem: Bell Jars](https://literaryyard.com/2014/03/30/poem-bell-jars/): By: Aditi Angiras Alone and lonely, simultaneously. It’s like a double or a shot whiskey on the rocks, elixir from the top. Each year, depression kills more love than people. All I want to do is break empty glass bell jars... - [Poem: Riverside Park](https://literaryyard.com/2014/03/29/poem-riverside-park/): By: Milt Montague long skinny fingers grasping for something reaching up, up to the clouds while anchored firmly in the earth crowded together for mutual support limbs once covered by leaves, now bare alive with bird and other flitting creatures... - [Poem: Rain drops](https://literaryyard.com/2014/03/29/poem-rain-drops/): By: Milt Montague tears of the gods mourning their creation their ultimate achievement the final opus and crowning glory an utter disaster they loved creating the varied species of life then dispersing them all over both above and below the... - [Poem: happenstance](https://literaryyard.com/2014/03/29/poem-happenstance/): By: Millt Montague once their mothers hope and joy their fathers dream of the future now a grandchild’s faint memory soon a two line bio on a gravestone two old men cherish a memory of a short togetherness a moment... - [Essay: Universal Consciousness](https://literaryyard.com/2014/03/29/essay-universal-consciousness/): By: Clarence Greiner Awareness represents the first and least challenging step toward understanding. It’s a given that we know the Universe exists, opening a range of questions regarding its manner of importance, how it bears on earthly life historically, currently... - [Poem: Aam Adami](https://literaryyard.com/2014/03/24/poem-aam-adami/): By: Chandra Shekhar Dubey   I am aam adami I work in fields, factories I struggle to save my body and soul In resourceless villages and soulless cities Que up for ration, buses and labour joints To be hired and... - [Story: Liquidating Perry](https://literaryyard.com/2014/03/24/story-liquidating-perry/): By: Zachary Amendt It’s a nuts life, too nuts for memoir. Any sense we make of it is made not by immersion but by piecemeal, by slumming and delving. By hearsay. Some guys are always bridesmaids. It is unbearable to... - [The Split](https://literaryyard.com/2014/03/21/the-split/): By: William T. Hathaway Differences over Israel tear apart a Jewish marriage   From the Book RADICAL PEACE: People Refusing War Stan and Hannah Cooper are friends of mine from college days. Both are Jewish, but they have diametrically opposed... - [Poem: Love in spring](https://literaryyard.com/2014/03/21/poem-love-in-spring/): By: Akash Vikas Rumade As clock ticked spring, I proposed to be her king. But she wasn’t ready to be my queen, Since then grass hasn’t been green! - [Book launch: Sixteen Small Deaths: A Collection of Stories](https://literaryyard.com/2014/03/19/book-launch-sixteen-small-deaths-a-collection-of-stories/): Sixteen Small Deaths, according to the publisher, is a collection of short fiction culled from nearly a decade of work from Boston-based author, Christopher J. Dwyer. The stories in the collection skirt the edges of noir, horror and science-fiction, sometimes... - [Poem: Hymn to Banaras](https://literaryyard.com/2014/03/18/poem-hymn-to-banaras/): By: Kousik Adhikari   The Ganga walks mildly cradling Banaras and its Lord in her lap, In the evening thousand suns burn Throughout the steps of Dasaswamedh Ghat, Fires illuminating the world and her glowing face, Fire fires all. Resonance of... - [Poem: Whistles In The Wind](https://literaryyard.com/2014/03/17/poem-whistles-in-the-wind/): By: G David Schwartz Whistles in the wind around September begin again now stand with a friend The dog is a mutt a very annoying hunt barking up the rut I listened to you Not because you are my wife... - [Story: Fishing for Pumpkinseeds](https://literaryyard.com/2014/03/14/story-fishing-for-pumpkinseeds/): By: Richard Luftig Chuck-E-Cheese was created for guys like me. Divorced men who see their kids on weekends. Children who, as they get older, don’t want to leave their friends in order to spend boring time with their fathers. In my... - [Shadows of Time](https://literaryyard.com/2014/03/13/shadows-of-time/): By: Raymond Greiner In the early 60’s I lived and worked in Detroit. During this time Detroit was an active, vibrant and thriving metropolis not the hollow place it is today. As I drove to work daily I passed a small... - [Story: The child that died without time](https://literaryyard.com/2014/03/12/story-the-child-that-died-without-time/): By: Reese Scott When he was born he didn’t sleep. His mother went insane and slept under neighbors’ cars, in garbage cans, slept with the elderly, the dying and the children. After she died, he began to sleep. And he... - [Sahitya Akademi awards Indian Authors](https://literaryyard.com/2014/03/12/sahitya-akademi-awards-indian-authors/): The Sahitya Akademi yesterday gave away literary awards at its ongoing annual “Festival of Letters”. The awards recognized the contributions of famous poets–Javed Akhtar (Urdu), Subodh Sarkar (Bengali) and Ambika Dutt (Rajasthani). The Akademi also awarded the novelists such as... - [Poem: Frame Narrative](https://literaryyard.com/2014/03/11/poem-frame-narrative/): By: JD DeHard As we discuss what is for dinner I notice the thin rail above our heads Looking left and right, I see Almost invisible, the line enclosing us I turn to you, you turn to me We are... - [Poem: The Requiem for a Neighbor](https://literaryyard.com/2014/03/11/poem-the-requiem-for-a-neighbor/): By: JD DeHart I never would have learned to double-lace If not for him, and would still have strapping Sounds of my shoe strings hitting sidewalks The children in the yard call Marco No one is there to reciprocate, even... - [Poem: Cupbearer](https://literaryyard.com/2014/03/11/poem-cupbearer/): By: JD DeHart Imagine the job, sipping the cup Knowing there may be poison Do you love the king Or is this only the best you can Find, or are you a person of faith Ancient snake-handler of sorts Taking... - [Poem: Citations Speak Louder Than Words](https://literaryyard.com/2014/03/11/poem-citations-speak-louder-than-words/): By: JD DeHart We learn from the eminent professor That we have nothing to say in research That someone else has not already said Nothing to mention that is disconnected From multiple spider web points of study We take our ideas... - [Poem: What’s Your Name, Love?](https://literaryyard.com/2014/03/11/poem-whats-your-name-love/): By: Akash Rumade Phoenix may rise from its flame, but I am not good at this game, for you have been a distressed dame, who can’t even remember my NAME! - [Re-launch: Far From The Tree](https://literaryyard.com/2014/03/10/re-launch-far-from-the-tree/): Sometimes your child – the most familiar person of all – is radically different from you. The saying goes that the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. But what happens when it does? Drawing on interviews with over three... - [Poem: A box of matches](https://literaryyard.com/2014/03/09/poem-a-box-of-matches/): By: Natana Vasuki The harsh exigency of survival Deprives them of subtle felicities of childhood In dim-lit, lime washed rooms Lo! The hopeless little souls… The dream of education has long been erased In their shades of mind They are... - [Story: The Library’s On Fire](https://literaryyard.com/2014/03/08/story-the-librarys-on-fire/): By: Reese Scott   He was surprised by the people that came to his funeral. It didn’t make sense to him. He hadn’t spoken to anyone in some time and here they were. Since he had been dead, Jimmy had... - [Story: The Forest](https://literaryyard.com/2014/03/08/story-the-forest/): By Reese Scott At night the sermons would begin. As I lay in bed and listened, I was unable to locate where the sermons were coming from. I did know they were close. One night I went outside to see... - ['Go green' is my dream!](https://literaryyard.com/2014/03/08/go-green-is-my-dream/): By: Sushmita R Kaneri All day and night, Man seems indulged in greedy fight. Mother Earth was so clean, But no more it is seen. After that dark night, Garbage, junk, pollutants are heaped at great height. All sorts of... - [Poem: Fistful Of Adolescence](https://literaryyard.com/2014/03/06/poem-fistful-of-adolescence/): By: Kakali Biswas Sengupta Translated by:  Soma Roy Stealing the fragrance of youth Breaking waters, grasshoppers fly away to the eternity Like the girl who appears sans make-up Tracing the flight-marks I walk along Become light, become breeze or spellbound... - [Poem: Mind’s Remote Part](https://literaryyard.com/2014/03/05/poem-minds-remote-part/): By: Binoy Mazumdar Translated by: Kousik Adhikari Mind’s remote part, greedy, Eternal receiver, I watch only the blanks, bringing Different warmth, Various winds create the cloudy wave In the remote sky, I think and feel so greedy, After the love.... - [Poem: Two Finished Fishes](https://literaryyard.com/2014/03/05/poem-two-finished-fishes/): By: Kousik Adhikari After the October rain fades out The sky begins blushing like a newly-wed damsel Yet to be rotten in the game of water, the clouds sail out To some nowhere land, I set aside my nets, angling... - [Poem: My Love-Hate Relationship with English Class](https://literaryyard.com/2014/03/04/poem-my-love-hate-relationship-with-english-class/): By: Christopher Wong Timed writings, analyses, poems, And so much more in store. I really should be excited, But I’m not completely. Choice in class? Ha, never heard of it. “You do as I say,” As my teacher always says.... - [An Eland in the Classroom](https://literaryyard.com/2014/03/03/an-eland-in-the-classroom/): By: JD DeHart When I share James Tate poems with my students, they give me the same quizzical expression I am sure I had on my face when I first read “An Eland in Retirement.” After all, I was not... - [Essay: The Pendulum Swings](https://literaryyard.com/2014/02/28/essay-the-pendulum-swings/): By: Raymond Greiner   The chords of harmony are not ringing in key, as the promised changes remain pending, lacking definition and substance. Advancements in technology have escalated globally as social and economic equality continues to seek stability. Disorder and uncertainty... - [Interview: Johnny Walton's ‘The Moonlighter’](https://literaryyard.com/2014/02/26/interview-johnny-waltons-the-moonlighter/): By: Zachary Amendt Johnny Walton lives in Charleston, S.C., home of Tara Lipinski. He teaches Navy recruits how to operate nuclear reactors on submarines. ‘The Moonlighter’ (KBR, 2013) is his first novel. ZA: The Moonlighter feels authentically collegiate, which is... - [Poem: frozen](https://literaryyard.com/2014/02/25/poem-frozen/): By: Linda M. Crate baby,it’s cold outsidelike thenightswe used to walkhometogether in;and it made me wantto cry whenjack frost whispered yourname in the ice—chilled meto the bone,andi’ve never felt so numbbefore in mylife;you were someone i thoughti could trust—didn’t realizeyouwere... - [Poem: beauty of silence](https://literaryyard.com/2014/02/25/poem-beauty-of-silence/): By: Linda M Crate you miss me? she claimed to and then ended our friendship over something petty and juvenile as me not answering a text whilst i was working, and it must be nice to live in a delusional... - [Poem: succubus](https://literaryyard.com/2014/02/25/poem-succubus/): By: Linda M. Crate you’re a loadedgod complexcocked and pulledshot me straight throughthe heart,and my stained glasssoul is stillreeling in the silver ofyour melancholy;giving love a bad namebecause the onlychess gameyou’ll play is lust—lulled me into afalse sense of securityjust... - [Servants of the Goddess: The Modern-day Devadasis](https://literaryyard.com/2014/02/25/servants-of-the-goddess-the-modern-day-devadasis/): Servents of the Goddess is a pioneering account of contemporary devadasis—women forced to spend their lives serving the gods and servicing the males of an ancient fertility cult in Karnataka. Servants of the Goddess tells the heartbreaking and life-affirming stories... - [Poem: Love’s Language](https://literaryyard.com/2014/02/23/poem-loves-language/): By: Chandra Shekhar Dubey I feel presence of my being In your glaring eyes where streams Of untold miseries flow to weave A world of aborted desires, unfulfilled dreams. Your pale face tells the days spent in miseries. I feel... - [Poem: Rushing In Place](https://literaryyard.com/2014/02/21/poem-rushing-in-place/): By: B.A. Varghese The green leaves crush and crackle underfoot leaving a trail along strong brown trunks that pierce wispy clouds in the sapphire sky. I leave footprints behind in the soft ground and crushed grass, in accord with and... - [Story: Francisco Gets A Handle on Life](https://literaryyard.com/2014/02/20/story-francisci-gets-a-handle-on-life/): By: Gaither Stewart   “You don’t have any idea what the real world is,” Juan Francisco said softly, looking up from his easel and scowling at her curled form in the narrow bed a few steps away. “You’re thirty years... - [Story: For a Virgin](https://literaryyard.com/2014/02/19/story-for-a-virgin/): By: Sam Rapth At the centre of the glowing Lenovo screen, in a 600 * 500 pixel tiny window, Jack Orbit was shown, the heavens. The heavens were two. Both belonged to a girl who was proud showcasing her assets through... - [Nikhil Chandwani Launches his book Unsung Words at World Book Fair 2014](https://literaryyard.com/2014/02/18/nikhil-chandwani-launches-his-book-unsung-words-at-world-book-fair-2014/): Nikhil Chandwani launched his poetry book Unsung Words at the World Book Fair 2014. Nikhil Chandwani’s Unsung Words is published by Omji Publishing House. It was released by Sumeet Kumar, founder of Mystic Wanderer Innovative Media. While launching the book,... - [A Hinglish Play, 'The Good, The Bad and The Bolly (Wood)' being staged](https://literaryyard.com/2014/02/18/a-hinglish-play-the-good-the-bad-and-the-bolly-wood-being-staged/): A Hinglish play, The Good, The Bad and The Bolly (Wood) by “Free Parking Entertainment”, an initiative of MSOSA (Modern School Old Students Association) will be staged. This is MSOSA’s 50th Annual Production being held at Kamani Auditorium, Copernicus Marg,... - [Story: Christmas Is Dead](https://literaryyard.com/2014/02/18/story-christmas-is-dead/): By: Reese Scott It took time to get out of bed now. His legs hurt. His feet were swollen. His face was cracking. Age isn’t kind. Mr. Foldoff had thought he would never get old. Now he hides from his... - [Story: 110 Roots](https://literaryyard.com/2014/02/17/story-110-roots/): By: Maya Unnikrishn​an The phone rang around 10.00 pm. Mother answered. Hello, Tharayil veed aaono? (Is it Tharayil house?) Adhe. (Yes) Naale varunu sthalam pootan . (I am coming tomorrow to dig the land) Adhu shari she replied yepol varum ?... - [President of India Inaugurates the New Delhi World Book Fair 2014](https://literaryyard.com/2014/02/17/president-of-india-inaugurates-the-new-delhi-world-book-fair-2014/): The President Pranab Mukherjee inaugurated the New Delhi World Book Fair 2014. Speaking on the occasion, he said that an international book fair of this magnitude is one of the best manifestations of India’s liberal, democratic, multi-lingual, multi-cultural and secular... - [Vishv Books launches fun reading series at the World Book Fair](https://literaryyard.com/2014/02/17/vishv-books-launches-fun-reading-series-at-the-world-book-fair/): On the first day of  22nd edition of New Delhi World Book Fair 2014, Vishv Books unveiled 10 new books from the series “ Read and Grow’ for promoting reading habits in young children at their exhibition Stall No. 67... - [Story: Signings](https://literaryyard.com/2015/08/26/story-signings/): By: Michael C. Keith Authors have always faced a tough path: chronic rejection, no job security, and low pay . . . if you’re lucky.    –– Ron Charles Shad Newburg was excited that his publisher was arranging a regional... - [Story: Jitterbug](https://literaryyard.com/2015/08/25/story-jitterbug/): By: William T. Hathaway My grandma forgets things. She’s got old-timers and mixes stuff up. She’s a sweet old gal but starting to lose it upstairs. She’s living with my parents now that she can’t take care of herself so... - [Writer Liz Perle Dies at 59 due to breast cancer](https://literaryyard.com/2015/08/23/writer-liz-perle-dies-at-59-due-to-breast-cancer/): Writer and former publishing executive who co-founded Common Sense Media, Liz Perle died on Thursday at her home in San Francisco. She was 59, reports New York Times. Liz died due to breast cancer. Perle began her career in 1981... - [Poem: Childhood Memories](https://literaryyard.com/2015/08/23/poem-childhood-memories/): By: Zunayet Ahammed I I saw you today In an autumn dress full of juice Like white clouds of the Sky To chuckle at me quietly Like a girl of 17 who feels woozy Looking inside and inside Not thinking... - [Poem: Lost](https://literaryyard.com/2015/08/22/poem-lost/): By: Sri Ram My dear stinged bee, its your nectar writing this… If you think my nectar is impure then you are wrong… I might have fallen in love with him once but even he could not stand the weight... - [Review: "The Secretive SIX" by Saurabh Mathur](https://literaryyard.com/2015/08/22/review-the-secretive-six-by-saurabh-mathur/): Wrapped in the gown of a mystery novel, ‘The Secretive Six’ by Saurabh Mathur does not in fact come true to its claims. The story revolves around an IIT professor’s death which turns out to be a murder. Although the author... - [Poem: A two part ocean song](https://literaryyard.com/2015/08/21/poem-a-two-part-ocean-song/): By: Rishitha Shetty He stands with one leg, on the…………ocean’s edge and the other …………on the mountain top. Woman, man, beast or God- walk below my thigh, he says. His head, cushioned in clouds; his eyelids, a shroud on the fires... - [Poem: Kairu](https://literaryyard.com/2015/08/21/poem-kairu/): By: Rishitha Shetty She’s ten years in limbs and…….seventeen in parenthesis. Kairu scratches the velvet of the ground, with teeth knitted in the jute of a brown-pink mouth, stretched to reach the farthest corner of the face and touch- the curve... - ['Anusual: Memoir of a Girl Who Came Back from the Dead' !!??](https://literaryyard.com/2015/08/20/anusual-memoir-of-a-girl-who-came-back-from-the-dead/): Most of us still remember the famous Bollywood movie, Aashiqui. The actor was Rahul Roy who rocked the silverscreen with his amazing acting and chubby looks. Today Rahul Roy is not there in the limelight. But we remember him. Against... - [Salman Rushdie's new novel 'Two Years Eight Months and Twenty-Eight Nights' coming](https://literaryyard.com/2015/08/19/salman-rushdies-new-novel-two-years-eight-months-and-twenty-eight-nights-coming/): Salman Rushdie has always been a controversy master but has written several controversially great novels such as Satanic Verses and Midnight’s Children. Despite his ability to court controversies, he has been able to manifest a versatile author in him through his great... - [Reissue of "Integration of the Indian States" by V P Menon appears](https://literaryyard.com/2015/08/19/reissue-of-integration-of-the-indian-states-by-v-p-menon-appears/): When India got freedom in 1947, the biggest challenge was to integrate the Indian subcontinent. This was a mammoth task and undertaken by the Iron Man or Sardar Patel. Merging the 554 princely states with the Indian state was an... - [Poem: Voices of the Dead](https://literaryyard.com/2015/08/18/poem-voices-of-the-dead/): By: Gary Beck I think about our wounded land crushed by overwhelming burdens and wish that voices from the past could counsel us in time of need. But then I wake and remember our paucity of leadership and wonder if... - [Poem: Recruit](https://literaryyard.com/2015/08/18/poem-recruit/): By: Gary Beck I considered the army to escape the confines of a ravaged city, cowering in despair from loss of industry. My hope for a good job evaporated quickly and I was sick of listening to the old guys... - [Poem: For Whom We Mourn](https://literaryyard.com/2015/08/18/poem-for-whom-we-mourn/): By: Gary Beck Too many children die premature deaths at the merciless hands of aberrant caretakers, mothers, boy friends, fathers, uncles, combining to extinguish the brief existence of helpless victims, murderously betrayed by their protectors. - [Relish your mind with fantasy novel The Orb of Wrath](https://literaryyard.com/2015/08/18/relish-your-mind-with-fantasy-novel-the-orb-of-wrath/): ‘The Orb of Wrath’ is a new fantasy novel which has just been released and is available on Amazon. The author claims to thrill the readers with an adventurous and intriguing plot. Penned by Nic Weissman, ‘The Orb of Wrath‘... - [Poem: Nameless Villain](https://literaryyard.com/2015/08/17/poem-nameless-villain/): By: Linda M Crate you think that you’re the cat’s meow, but you are not hak’s strong yona just a nameless forgotten girl rude and spoiled and entitled marching through making demands no one even hears; you reach for me... - [Poem: i sing nevermore](https://literaryyard.com/2015/08/17/poem-i-sing-nevermore/): By: Linda M Crate your bones were too heavy to carry so i dropped them watched them break and shatter just as you tried to do to my dreams, but the fire you used to envelope them built me back... - [Poem: Remembrance](https://literaryyard.com/2015/08/17/poem-remembrance/): By: Linda M Crate i find it so hard to let you go you were a piece of my soul i was never meant to lose my heart cannot forget the chaos left behind in your wake, and i know... - [Poem: That Human Noise](https://literaryyard.com/2015/08/15/poem-that-human-noise/): By: JD DeHart a tracing of history littered and dotted with raucous uproar sound rising in the open square or whimpered in the tepid evening - [Poem: Implication](https://literaryyard.com/2015/08/15/poem-implication/): By: JD DeHart buried between the lines, a hidden truth reclines like a retiree in the sun of old age, comfortable and elusive meaning obscured by a semantic surface - [Poem: Pretending to be Profound](https://literaryyard.com/2015/08/15/poem-pretending-to-be-profound/): By: JD DeHart by the light that streams in, you can see through the discourse, held up to the light like a small animal within that envelope of syntax and highbrow terminology, the digestive system of the creature can be deduced... - [Story: Mascot](https://literaryyard.com/2015/08/14/story-mascot/): By: Michael C. Keith If you pick up a starving dog and make him prosperous he will not bite you. This is the principal difference between a dog and a man. –– Mark Twain Something moved in the grass ahead... - [Tell Me a Story by Ravinder Singh](https://literaryyard.com/2015/08/14/tell-me-a-story-by-ravinder-singh/): Finally Ravinder Singh seems to spend time on quality writing and offering his readers true experience in his latest book – Tell Me a Story. The author has come to collect the best moments in the form of a book.... - [Aarushi: India's biggest murder mystery documented in a book](https://literaryyard.com/2015/08/14/aarushi-indias-biggest-murder-mystery-documented-in-a-book/): India witnessed a cold blooded murder seven years ago of a teenage girl, Aarushi Talwar. Till date, there is no clue as to who murdered the girl. While the court has put the parents into the convict box, it continues... - [Language termed 'nonsense' in Gulliver's Travels may be Hebrew](https://literaryyard.com/2015/08/13/language-termed-nonsense-in-gullivers-travels-may-be-hebrew/): All of us until today believed that the language spoken by the Lilliputians and other creatures from Jonathan Swift’s 1726 child fiction Gulliver’s Travels is ‘nonsense. But it might not be so. It can in fact be a language spoken in... - [Radical Peace: Exit Free](https://literaryyard.com/2015/08/12/radical-peace-exit-free/): By: William T. Hathaway Chapter 6 of the book RADICAL PEACE: People Refusing War The following report was contributed by one of the founders of Exit Free, a collective in the USA that helps women leave the military by discharge... - [Story: The Black Ticket](https://literaryyard.com/2015/08/12/story-the-black-ticket/): By: Raja Jaiswal The crowd around box office was getting noisier, movie had created a good charm over them, the yearning faces of the people had already declared the movie super hit. I stepped down with its three tickets in... - [Time of Exile by Gaither Stewart launched](https://literaryyard.com/2015/08/11/time-of-exile-by-gaither-stewart-launched/): ‘Time of Exile‘ is the concluding volume of the Europe Trilogy by Gaither Steward – a person and a versatile author whom I know through his writings published in Literary Yard. In the trilogy, Gaither has scripted a political story... - [‘Inheritance’ by Balli Kaur Jaswal](https://literaryyard.com/2015/08/11/inheritance-by-balli-kaur-jaswal/): Indians living abroad have always given the world great novels. But most of them either belong to the US, the UK, Europe or Australia. We never heard the Indian diaspora living in Singapore scripting a great fictional work. Perhaps the... - [Anand Neelakantan's Ajaya released](https://literaryyard.com/2015/08/10/anand-neelakantans-ajaya-released/): Anand Neelakantan is ready with his second fictional work – Ajaya published by Leadstart Publishing. Anand manifested his amazing writing and imaginative skills in his debut novel – Asura. Like Asura, Ajaya is also based on one of the defamed sides... - [Poem: I had a dream](https://literaryyard.com/2015/08/08/poem-i-had-a-dream/): By: Milt Montague last night I had a dream eyes wide awake I lay in blackness fearing never to see the light of day once more never-ending gloom pervaded my thoughts I was helpless unable to move clear my head... - [Poem: alstroemeria](https://literaryyard.com/2015/08/08/poem-alstroemeria/): By: Milt Montagu born in the Andes from nature’s cornucopia gifts to mankind rainbows of beauty modestly priced at local supermarkets everyman’s orchids a touch of the exotic to enhance your mantel or dining table variations of color on every... - [Book Review: 'Brutal' is a debut thriller by Uday Satpathy](https://literaryyard.com/2015/08/08/book-review-brutal-is-a-debut-thriller-by-uday-satpathy/): ‘Brutal’ is a debut thriller by Uday Satpathy who is, as expected, a professional from India’s shining IT industry. Uday is one of those professionals who does not believe in college or corporate romances. He rather likes to create mysteries... - [A Spiritual Dramedy ‘IT DOESN’T HURT TO BE NICE' by Amisha Sethi](https://literaryyard.com/2015/08/07/a-spiritual-dramedy-it-doesnt-hurt-to-be-nice-by-amisha-sethi/): ‘IT DOESN’T HURT TO BE NICE’ a book by a marketing and business professional turned author Amisha Sethi is about to be unveiled. This book is open for pre-orders on Amazon.in. The book being published by Srishti Publishers is a first-of-its-kind genre fiction,... - [Book review: 'Code Grey' is a mystery without the murder](https://literaryyard.com/2015/08/07/book-review-code-grey-is-a-mystery-without-the-murder/): Rarely have we seen or read mystery novels that have no murder or mysterious death. Now, there is one which claims to keep you engaged till the last page because of the racy plot. Clea Simon is a versatile mystery writer... - [5 All Time Great Poems About Death](https://literaryyard.com/2015/08/07/5-great-poems-about-death/): Death has always inspired a generation of authors. Hundreds of novels, plays and poems have portrayed death in dramatic and painful forms. There is something sad yet soul-impinging about death which fires our imagination. Many of the works which have centred around... - [Story: Rally Ground](https://literaryyard.com/2015/08/05/story-rally-ground/): By: Obinna Ozoigbo A capacity crowd has gathered on my father’s acreage, under the luminous Kano skies. The people have come from far and near to cheer my father. They carry placards and banners high in the air, cardboard sheets... - [A tribute to the Poet - E.L. Doctorow](https://literaryyard.com/2015/08/04/a-tribute-to-the-poet-e-l-doctorow/): By: Gaither Stewart My most beloved poet, the American novelist with the Slavic name, E.L. Doctorow, a third generation Russian Jew, is gone. Edgar Lawrence (named after Edgar Allen Poe), was born in the Bronx in New York City just... - [Story: Uncle Ken](https://literaryyard.com/2015/08/03/story-uncle-ken/): By: Ruth Z Deming Africa is shaped like a voluptuous woman. And Uganda, beautiful Uganda, Uncle Ken told his niece Heather, is almost smack dab in the middle. He was a missionary in a scrappy little town called Busega, overflowing with... - [Poem: broken not beaten](https://literaryyard.com/2015/08/02/poem-broken-not-beaten/): By: Linda M Crate all these broken pieces make up the whole of me, and i remember dancing with all the scars burning with the stars; my heart isn’t a machine like yours it has always felt the rain and... - [Poem: i miss you](https://literaryyard.com/2015/08/02/poem-i-miss-you/): By: Linda M Crate i know you are gone, but that doesn’t stop me from missing you; i remember your fierce strength and your courage and your bravery i recall the way we used to laugh and drink hot chocolate... - [Poem: Wild raven's freedom](https://literaryyard.com/2015/08/02/poem-wild-ravens-freedom/): By: Linda M Crate if only you held your love as high as you hold your ego i tried so hard to give you all the space you needed, but the distance you placed between us killed me inside; i... - [Poem: The Congregation of Great Probabilities](https://literaryyard.com/2015/08/01/poem-the-congregation-of-great-probabilities/): By: Pijush Kanti Deb The congregation of great probabilities- as these are so defined and witnessed wandering always around something good, comprising of some heart-soothing goodness as these are already estimated and perceived- under or over, can build their nests... - [Poem: The Second Innings](https://literaryyard.com/2015/08/01/poem-the-second-innings/): By: Pijush Kanti Deb Before it’s too late and the Sun sets in the lap of never ending barren night a line of control is ought to be drawn around the dogmatic sons and daughters and their tearful parents and... - [Poem: A Goal and its shadow](https://literaryyard.com/2015/08/01/poem-a-goal-and-its-shadow/): By: Pijush Kanti Deb It is not necessary on the part of a hunter and his casting of arrows to keep company with the guidelines, sometimes misleading and confusing to a hunter to reach his goal and its shadow- equally... - [How to read poetry?](https://literaryyard.com/2015/07/27/how-to-read-poetry/): A poem is believed to be music to the ears – when murmured, hummed, spoken or sung. If it sounds perfect when read and spoken, it has passed the first and the most important test. Meaning and imagination are two... - [Story: The Twist in the Tale](https://literaryyard.com/2015/07/25/story-the-twist-in-the-tale/): By: Sri Ram I was sure he was going to pull the trigger. The tubular mouth of the semi-automatic pistol, was now pointing to the center of my chest. Chances were ample that, in a few seconds, it may spit... - [Poem: The Pop-up Marketplace](https://literaryyard.com/2015/07/24/poem-the-pop-up-marketplace/): By: Debleena Majumdar Right behind the corner, Right below the neon lights, Springs up everyday, The pop-up marketplace. What will you buy today? Designations decked up In priceless crystals, Buzzwords weighed by A kg of likes and shares, What will... - [Poem: Planet of the Apps](https://literaryyard.com/2015/07/24/poem-planet-of-the-apps/): By: Debleena Majumdar It’s morning; I feel it. From behind the choke Of the closed curtains From below the shroud Of the bedcovers I reach out my hand To my trusted friend “Get out of bed” app. Black screen stares back.... - [A criticism book Rhapsodies and Musings set for launch](https://literaryyard.com/2015/07/23/a-criticism-book-rhapsodies-and-musings-set-for-launch/): Literary Yard has received the following press note about ‘Rhapsodies and Musings’ to be formally launched on 25 July, 2015. It is a literary criticism book that is expected to give more and relevant insights into the works of Sharmila... - [Story: Sibling Solace](https://literaryyard.com/2015/07/22/story-sibling-solace/): By: William T. Hathaway When my wife and I were first married, not so very long ago, we slept in a queen-sized bed. It was our cocoon from the world, where we snuggled and dreamed together. After a while she... - [Story: Afterlife](https://literaryyard.com/2015/07/21/story-afterlife/): By: Emon NC. It meandered diagonally across the surface of the glass, from the top right corner, to the left corner below. Neharika thought it was a stain, caused by the water leakage on the roof above. But a closer... - [Call for Entries for Etisalat Prize for Literature 2015 Announced](https://literaryyard.com/2015/07/20/call-for-entries-for-etisalat-prize-for-literature-2015-announced/): Nigerian telecommunications company, Etisalat (http://www.etisalat.com.ng) has announced the call for entries for the 2015 Etisalat Prize for Literature (http://prize.etisalat.com.ng) which is in its third year. The prize is the first ever Pan African prize celebrating debut African writers of published... - [Story: High School Romance](https://literaryyard.com/2015/07/20/story-high-school-romance/): By: Raja Jaiswal I paced upstairs, the exhausted strokes of legs desperate to throw me to the third floor, where I reside. I wiped down my forehead a stream of sweat, so tired, I was like wanting to throw away... - [Story: Befriending Bhangarh](https://literaryyard.com/2015/07/18/story-befriending-bhangarh/): By: Natalia Suri  In the Dausa haveli of Thakur Umaid Singh, that morning in June was chaotic. The servants ran through the long passages, carrying rice bags, milk cans and flower baskets. Some were busy decorating the main hall. They hung... - [Poem: Garden](https://literaryyard.com/2015/07/16/poem-garden/): By: JD DeHart There is a flaming sword, for sure, still guarding the door. I am sure the tree still exists inside, just beyond the gate, producing fruit useful for tempting an absent audience. - [Poem: Calamari](https://literaryyard.com/2015/07/16/poem-calamari/): By: JD DeHart chewy is my first reaction upon taking a bite, small salad with pink bits I did not immediately register. deep fried, but then all tastes the same deep fried, but at least we have the slow river... - [Poem: reply of the raven](https://literaryyard.com/2015/07/14/poem-reply-of-the-raven/): By: Linda M Crate the truth is we haven’t spoken in many moons oceans have cut across us, and there is no whisper that could sew us back together; what we once had was gone enjoy the fact that it... - [Poem: leaving behind a dead flower](https://literaryyard.com/2015/07/14/poem-leaving-behind-a-dead-flower/): By: Linda M Crate you can lead a horse to water, but you can’t force them to drink; similarly you can harass my mother, but you cannot force me to speak— we are not friends nor will we be again... - [Poem: A Gloomy Star](https://literaryyard.com/2015/07/13/gloomy-star/): By: Vasundhara Dudeja A gloomy star amidst the starry night. It twinkled upon the world; Overtaken by woes and plight. Shining on the surface, With quivering insides. It was a gloomy star amidst the starry night. It stretched itself, Beyond it\’s... - [The Healing Power of Meditation](https://literaryyard.com/2015/07/13/the-healing-power-of-meditation/): By: William T. Hathaway I suffered a brain injury at birth. An EEG test showed chaotic, abnormal brain waves, and in school I had attention deficit disorder. I couldn’t concentrate and my thoughts were cloudy. My grades were mediocre, and... - [Poem: The Two Hosts](https://literaryyard.com/2015/07/08/poem-the-two-hosts/): By: Pijush Kanti Deb Mind and soul – the two hosts wait always to welcome their body- ashamed , confused and hesitated for collocating its head with their own hats but the careful body keeps examining by turn head to... - [Poem: An Enchanting Pampas](https://literaryyard.com/2015/07/08/poem-an-enchanting-pampas/): By: Pijush Kanti Deb Sometimes I feel myself a kite flying thousand miles up above your mesmerizing hand holding me with the veins of your heart and I find myself too standing in a meadow of twinkling stars looking at the... - [Poem: A Rural Love Story](https://literaryyard.com/2015/07/08/poem-a-rural-love-story/): By: Pijush Kanti Deb Sunrise in the tune of morning prayer and a lazy flow of whispering breeze carrying the scent of love bloomed somewhere in a muddy meadow and an enchanting melody of her passionate calling for her man... - [In the company of eight thousand boxes and a gallery of soft-porn](https://literaryyard.com/2015/07/03/in-the-company-of-eight-thousand-boxes-and-a-gallery-of-soft-porn/): By: Shivaji Das From Singapore to Hong Kong on a container ship (Disclaimer: All names have been changed to protect the crew’s privacy.) I am armed and ready; with my medical insurance, a declaration that I and only I am... - [Poem: HIV Positive](https://literaryyard.com/2015/07/02/poem-hiv-positive/): By: Hardeep Sabharwal How can I forget the color of that pink shirt, And the smile of a translucent face, In the young darkness of evening. That fifteen minutes touch, Or maybe any other of that kind, That turned me positive... - [Calls of Romance in Coleridge's Kubla Khan](https://literaryyard.com/2015/06/29/calls-of-romance-in-coleridges-kubla-khan/): ST Coleridge is one of the few poets who I admire most – not because of his a couple of poems but because of his life-like dedication to create a whole new romantic world in each poem. More than anything... - [Poem: High School Crush](https://literaryyard.com/2015/06/29/poem-high-school-crush/): By: JD DeHart I am thankful for social media and its constant reminder of our wiser choices, its flattering and unflattering images It’s truth Thank God for the landscape of disconnected lines that tie us to one another, without sight... - [Poem: When We Arrived](https://literaryyard.com/2015/06/29/poem-when-we-arrived/): By: JD DeHart When we first arrived, we noted the flora and fauna, spoke with the wise queen and made sure to locate the dumpster When we first arrived, we communed with the ancient tree spirits that surrounded the canvas of... - [Story: An Issue of Image](https://literaryyard.com/2015/06/27/story-an-issue-of-image/): By: Michael C. Keith The heavens call to you, and circle about you, displaying to you their eternal splendors, and your eye gazes only to Earth. –– Dante, 1300 “They’ll think we’re grotesque creatures given our eight legs and red... - [WALLS](https://literaryyard.com/2015/06/26/walls/): By: Gaither Stewart I read recently that the conservative government of Hungary has projected a wall along the country’s southern border with Serbia to keep out clandestine Serbs who cross into Hungary in search of work. This prompted me to... - [Scion of Ikshvaku: Will it do justice to the Ram Myth](https://literaryyard.com/2015/06/25/scion-of-ikshvaku-will-it-do-justice-to-the-ram-myth/): ‘Scion of Ikshvaku’ by Amish Tripathi is all set to come out soon. Amish has already gained a lot of acceptance and goodwill through his famous Shiva trilogy that had a runaway success. But ‘Scion of Ikshvaku’ has to stand... - [Poem: The Black Rose of Darhaven](https://literaryyard.com/2015/06/25/poem-the-black-rose-of-darhaven/): By: Matthew D. Laing Darhaven’s grey, lifeless walls have fallen to ruin. Weather beaten and eroded; mortar crumbling into fine powder; beams of an almost ancient wood soaked and rotting; muddied and impassible road winding up Winby’s Hill, all features... - [Amazon's Top 10 Best Books of the Year So Far](https://literaryyard.com/2015/06/24/amazons-top-10-best-books-of-the-year-so-far/): The Amazon Books Editors’ picks for the Top 10 Best Books of the Year So Far are: H is for Hawk by Helen Macdonald: Enthralling from the first page, Macdonald’s gorgeously wrought prose describes a journey from crippling grief to something resembling... - [Poem: You Have Made Me](https://literaryyard.com/2015/06/24/poem-you-have-made-me/): By: Kousik Adhikari You have made me a history Cautiously hiding the scriptures That may cause you write again Of those lips or hands That denies my story of existence, Slow not to find that we shall speak again Of... - [Poem: The Seasons of Thought](https://literaryyard.com/2015/06/24/poem-the-seasons-of-thought/): By: Kousik Adhikari The seasons of thought throughout the night Tease, taunt, and hunt me, Conscious of her universe Spilling from the sudden conviction That we are present after every withdrawal And still another poem possible. Perhaps the night Dogs... - [Poem: Your Song](https://literaryyard.com/2015/06/23/poem-your-song/): By: Yuan Changming To sing a single song well, hopefully as Aloud as a pacific whale, whose call can Reach far beyond a continent, you have used All the strengths of your life, but tone-deaf And never able to carry... - [Poem: Tendency](https://literaryyard.com/2015/06/23/poem-tendency/): By: Yuan Changming I have already stopped But it is my shadow That is still moving As if it has a farther Destination to reach So, don’t even try to Hold it back within Your shape, but just Let it... - [Gary Beck's new novel 'Flawed Connections' released](https://literaryyard.com/2015/06/23/gary-becks-new-novel-flawed-connections-released/): Gary Beck’s new novel ‘Flawed Connections’ is up for grabs. You can check the brief description below before you buy the book. Four close friends: Ted, son of a former anti-Vietnam war activist; Philippe, son of a French mother and... - [Literary Theory Demystified](https://literaryyard.com/2015/06/22/literary-theory-demystified/): Literary Theory and literary terms have always troubled the literary students all over the world. Nonetheless they are interesting and, once understood, help you to read literature. You get to know multiple things about literature. Your thoughts get wings. You read a... - [Story: School’s Out](https://literaryyard.com/2015/06/22/story-schools-out/): By: Miguel Gardel When I first moved to Queens I had to go get myself matriculated at the local high school, which was Novoton, in Elmhurst. It was late April and the school year had only May and June to... - [Which are the top 10 Hardest Languages of the world](https://literaryyard.com/2015/06/21/which-are-the-top-10-hardest-languages-of-the-world/): Did you ever spend time thinking about the toughest languages of the world? Have you ever faced an instance where you had to communicate something to a speaker of the languages which are thought to be toughest in the world? I’ve encountered a... - [Poem: strong](https://literaryyard.com/2015/06/21/poem-strong/): By: Linda M Crate i remember her mismatched eyes disconcerted many, but they were beautiful in their own right; unique in a world that wishes us all to conform wish i had been brave enough to tell her that but... - [Poem: nature as my teacher](https://literaryyard.com/2015/06/21/poem-nature-as-my-teacher/): By: Linda M Crate there is such a peace in falling rain such a music that no human voice can dance through me, and such a joy i’ve never felt when in the sunlit rivulets full of idle conversation; some... - [Poem: dragon slayer](https://literaryyard.com/2015/06/21/poem-dragon-slayer/): By: Linda M Crate the rain falls brings me peace i couldn’t find in the sunshine of your golden locks or in the blue skies of your eyes because everything in you was an illusion you were the prince in... - [Poem: Distorted Environs](https://literaryyard.com/2015/06/20/poem-distorted-environs/): By: Rajandeep Garg Woolgathering zephyr that burrows through the hard-baked kinks of wheat, enwraps my face with ambient caresses, entangles with my flippant tendrils somewhere lateral down the lob. Squatted shadows of its estranged gushes ambles o’er the tossing mustard, like... - [Poem: Clattering bonded sighs](https://literaryyard.com/2015/06/20/poem-clattering-bonded-sighs/): By: Rajandeep Garg Absolute Sun and underneath its ordinance, graven are shadows. Akin wearisome palimpsests and dateless as, babels in a rotunda. Unlike the stars with a borrowed sunshine, and with their constancy of ever changing joy, cascades myriads of... - [Poem: Ode to Parrots](https://literaryyard.com/2015/06/20/poem-ode-to-parrots/): By: Rajandeep Garg A mess of withered leftovers of gooseberry amongst stalks of lavender sheen, a bed of leaves sepia and a penumbra of shadows dawn my backyard rough, but glowing amber with polka dots from light through mothy leaves. I... - [The Realpolitik of Revolution](https://literaryyard.com/2015/06/19/the-realpolitik-of-revolution/): By: William T. Hathaway What will it take to end this ghastly cycle of violence and bring lasting peace, not just end this current war but create a peaceful society in which humanity lives cooperatively and harmoniously? The socialist answer... - [Poem: Why nylon rope](https://literaryyard.com/2015/06/18/poem-why-nylon-rope/): A nylon rope Looped in Eerie folds Lay close by A forlorn human Who intends To make A quick decision Between life and death After an ambiguous spat With fellow beings Who he wants to show But cannot see At the spur... - [Story: The House of Bob](https://literaryyard.com/2015/06/18/story-the-house-of-bob/): By: Phil Temples I first met Bob many years ago. He was cowering near a stoop off a narrow alleyway in Boston’s Back Bay. His clothes were rags. His expression communicated both fear and loathing. He wasn’t even begging me... - [A Tribute to Raja Rao's Kanthapura](https://literaryyard.com/2015/06/17/a-tribute-to-raja-raos-kanthapura/): Among India’s one of the early English novelists, Raja Rao’s name would always be written in golden letters. Raja Rao penned his first novel Kanthapura in 1932. Interestingly he wrote it at a time when English was a foreign language.... - [Poem: A Soldier's Handkerchief](https://literaryyard.com/2015/06/16/poem-a-soldiers-handkerchief/): By: Dr. Ernest Williamson smile for me. upside down lift the curtains in your eyes; the sky’s acrid tears are reminding me of troubled hours; salt in my wounds, disfigured eyes ogling on the parched ground in Saigon. do it... - [Poem: Reusable Crinkled Paper](https://literaryyard.com/2015/06/16/poem-reusable-crinkled-paper/): By: Dr. Ernest Williamson inebriated moments, with course adulteries weighing heavily on the belligerent dandelions given to me; by those romping varicose hands of yours. last winter the flowers were melting in my palm and burning with seditious lies, hovering... - [Poem: Seven](https://literaryyard.com/2015/06/16/poem-seven/): By: Dr. Ernest Williamson I’m seven again; video games aren’t just games they are works of wonderment; feelings of calm before the fireworks in July at Grandma’s house. beauty is more than oblivion  of youth. it’s in my rapid fingers abusing the... - [Story: Brett’s Voice](https://literaryyard.com/2015/06/15/story-bretts-voice/): By: Michael C. Keith Things are never as scary when you’ve got a best friend. –– Bill Watterson I’ve had this voice in my head since I was an adolescent . . . 16 years old, to be exact. At first... - [India's Social Conflict Gets Spotlight in Mulk Raj Anand’s Untouchable](https://literaryyard.com/2015/06/13/indias-social-conflict-gets-spotlight-in-mulk-raj-anands-untouchable/): Problem of untouchabilty has fettered the Indian society so deeply that it still persists in every corner of the country. It grips the Hindu society deeply in its malicious claws. This issue was brought into the literary limelight by none... - [Generations of Resistance to War](https://literaryyard.com/2015/06/12/generations-of-resistance-to-war/): By William T. Hathaway Chapter 8 the book RADICAL PEACE: People Refusing War A Granny for Peace told of finding young allies in the struggle against military recruiting. Due to the PATRIOT Act, she wishes to remain nameless. It’s never... - [Poem: The Crematorium](https://literaryyard.com/2015/06/11/poem-the-crematorium/): By: Priya Anand A structure that is a portal into another world An obsidian silence wrapped within its confines Soles coated with carbon particles Carry the DNA of those that have passed Nano souls unwilling to break away from this... - [6 Trends of the literary publishing domain](https://literaryyard.com/2015/06/10/6-trends-of-the-literary-publishing-domain/): The Internet has transformed the book world significantly. It has shifted the power corners and given more powers to aspiring authors since they can publish online on their own using multiple platforms. At the same time, the Internet has confused the literary... - [THE REMINGTON SERIES: NO. 2 (Story)](https://literaryyard.com/2014/08/28/the-remington-series-no-2-story/): By: Charles X. Madruga The filtered morning light shone quietly bright, and I, coasting my way through an in-between place – being faintly awake and the silence of sleeping in an evanescent dream. Drifting away through my unacquainted state, it was a murmur, it was... - [The Remington Series: No. 1 (Poem)](https://literaryyard.com/2014/08/28/the-remington-series-no-1-poem/): By: Charles X. Madruga Drifting through dreams on her bed she whispers a scene through my head and I swear I should’ve died right then when she said – something in my ear, to be honest I didn’t hear a single... - [Story: Growing Up Inside Words](https://literaryyard.com/2014/08/27/story-growing-up-inside-words/): By: Reese Scott He was born in a hotel. But of course he didn’t know it was a hotel. He didn’t know what a hotel was. He didn’t know what a room or a roof was. It’s difficult to create... - [Poem: Unmasked](https://literaryyard.com/2014/08/26/poem-unmasked/): By: Debleena Majumdar He stood alone, At the street corner Selling his wares, Masks of black and grey. They came to buy, Their own masks of pain. Masks that hid what, They could not say. Locked behind Glasspanes of power,... - [DD's Kitaabnama completes fifty shows](https://literaryyard.com/2014/08/26/dds-kitaabnama-completes-fifty-shows/): Prasar Bharti has issued a statement to announce that Kitaabnama: Books and Beyond, India’s only multilingual book show, has completed fifty episodes as on the 30th and 31st of August, 2014. The 50th episode features celebrated lyricist, poet and writer Gulzar Saheb... - [Poem: River](https://literaryyard.com/2014/08/25/poem-river/): By: Upasana Sharma My river is mist and smoke. 300 feet deep and 3 kilometers wide, My river,  Is a great big miracle. Some number of Lonely dolphins and happy humans have left their souls Stirring under the translucent roots... - [Story: Teenage Wasteland](https://literaryyard.com/2014/08/25/story-teenage-wasteland/): By: Upasana Sharma I’m never quite sure when I fell in love. That summer was a lot of things, but bad it wasn’t; summer of 2011. For the past couple of years, I had known nothing but monotonous weeks that... - [Poem: Poison Ivy](https://literaryyard.com/2014/08/24/poem-poison-ivy/): By: Sehaj K Maini Something in my heart burned when your arm grazed hers. An accident perhaps, yes. But I can stop not This poison ivy inside of me Killing my judgment day by day, while you roam the streets, ignorant,... - [Poem: Enigma](https://literaryyard.com/2014/08/24/poem-enigma/): By: Sehaj K Maini Perhaps I am, an enigma Of a certain kind. Maybe it’s my eyes that have seen a little too much. Maybe it’s my floppy hair, that stray in front of them like black velvet curtains sewed... - [Poem: Ghazal](https://literaryyard.com/2014/08/23/poem-ghazal/): By: Deeya Bhattacharya You alight, in the very dawn, of love; Far away, from the milky sky, above, Enmeshed, your presence, in my offerings- Cannot bid adieu, but continue, suave, Gentle you go, into my bosom far- Keep pace, with... - [Poem: A Missing Melody](https://literaryyard.com/2014/08/23/poem-a-missing-melody/): By: Deeya Bhattacharya I don’t remember certain things now I don’t need, a tug, at the waistband I wear, while dressing vegetables a breath of cinnamon, at my forehead driving my beads of perspiration while at work The staunch garlic... - [Story: A Tiger’s Tale](https://literaryyard.com/2014/08/21/story-a-tigers-tale/): By: Deepti Nalavade Mahule “I remember that night so well,” my grandmother began the story, her wrinkled face and milky eyes focused on some point far away in her ancient memories. Her audience sitting cross-legged around her – grandchildren, grandnieces,... - [Poem: Promising Eyes](https://literaryyard.com/2014/08/21/poem-promising-eyes/): By: Kirti Verma Whether you try to hide;But love there in your eyes;You might not be true,But always true your calm eyes;Just like wholesome soul,So live beautiful eyes;Two dazzling little charm,Telling that you don’t defy;Pretty balls following me,I can’t forget... - [Story: Chopstix](https://literaryyard.com/2014/08/20/story-chopstix/): By: S.D. Lavender Before I ended up here, I played piano four nights a week at Fong’s Chinese joint on the north side. I was pretty good, but nobody really cared. They came for the food. It was good food.... - [Poem: The Littles](https://literaryyard.com/2014/08/20/poem-the-littles/): By: Amber Box The Littles scatter like fallen leaves Freeze dried, blowing across an autumn wind The sweet smell of late honeysuckle Sits on the tongue as if you could taste it The warm sun laced with the cool breath... - [Poem: The Meadow](https://literaryyard.com/2014/08/20/poem-the-meadow/): By: Rachael Welch I am a meadowlark, Wandering through the thick oak forest Longing for clearings in the dense brush, so I can Embrace the miniature grasses again. “Tickle my naked feet and shock me sideways!” I exclaim. One leap, Gone.... - [Dilettante's delight: A date to remember](https://literaryyard.com/2014/08/19/dilettantes-delight-a-date-to-remember/): By : Jeshtha Kamra A man there was, Not understood by many. His friends were superfluous, If he had any, Levitas his principle, Pleasure his aim, Neither guilt existed for him Nor shame. I may not know the science of... - [Non-fiction: Kudos to this girl!](https://literaryyard.com/2014/08/19/non-fiction-kudos-to-this-girl/): By: Shilpa Jayshankar   It was a pleasant morning, I boarded a bus in Banshankari and sat glued to the window next to my seat. The pleasant weather and my mood made me switch on the music on my mobile almost... - [Poem: The Night Sky](https://literaryyard.com/2014/08/12/poem-the-night-sky/): By: Leena A formlessness scatters on the night sky; that spreads its embrace over obscure spaces, over earth, over water, over air, behind a veil of silence. - [Poem: Life](https://literaryyard.com/2014/08/12/poem-life/): By: Leena   We are all miscellaneous, ploughing the fields of wasteland; with a private understanding of life; an incongruous effect – suffocating, whether awake or asleep in air – conditioned rooms. - [Story: Paradise Modified](https://literaryyard.com/2014/08/11/story-paradise-modified/): By: Gaither Stewart The new heaven and the new earth. And he that sat upon the throne said, Behold, I make all things new. And he said unto me, Write: for these words are true and faithful. -Revelation: 21:5. The... - [Poem: Marpole, Vancouver: for Liu Yu](https://literaryyard.com/2014/08/10/poem-marpole-vancouver-for-liu-yu/): By: Changming Yuan It rains a lot in Vancouver Often does this rain remind me of The days when you sojourned here With my family, after Father left all of us While walking in the rain, you would Recall, under my... - [Poem: Y!](https://literaryyard.com/2014/08/10/poem-y/): By: Changming Yuan You are really haunted by this letter Yes, since it contains all the secrets of Your selfhood: your name begins with it You carry y-chromosome; you wear Y-pants; both your skin and heart are Yellowish; your best poem... - [Poem: Time](https://literaryyard.com/2014/08/10/poem-time/): By: Changming Yuan Is definitely not An indefinitely big orange But we have cut it Into regular slices of carpels So thin and so tiny We can no longer get the taste of Its shiny flesh, nor can we See its... - [Poem: After Rabindranath Tagore](https://literaryyard.com/2014/08/08/poem-after-rabindranath-tagore/): By: Badri Suwecele   I dive down into the depths of the ocean of forms, hoping to gain the perfect pearl of the formless. I’ll no more sail from harbor to harbor in storms. Now I desire most to be where... - [Poem: Above Mumbai](https://literaryyard.com/2014/08/08/poem-above-mumbai/): By: Badri Suwecele Above the domes and roofs of Mumbai, India, and over the Arabian Sea, at sunset, one sees cloud streams of golden-ruby in the air, hot pigeons fluttering, far off from cold Tibet. One hears amidst the heavy evening... - [Poem: Gossip](https://literaryyard.com/2014/08/06/poem-gossip/): By: Ranjeet Sarpal A love affair that Begins as a gossip Has more chances To survive In the jungle of emotions Than An unexposed love affair Running the risk of being suffocated in Its own cocoon of secrecy Like a... - [Poem: Ahead](https://literaryyard.com/2014/08/05/poem-ahead/): By: John Wells  From the car’s window we look toward a quietude of lightning in the faraway, lightening once in a while, the way fireworks illuminate our decline into the whatever awaiting— the radio full of familiarity, soft and slow, twilight... - [Story: Broken Sticks](https://literaryyard.com/2014/08/04/story-broken-sticks/): By: Charles Rose I don’t want to be at this party. Let’s get that clear from the start. Okay? Too many bad things can happen. And usually do. Laughter turns to blood in no time. I know. I’ve seen it... - [Poem: DESPAIR](https://literaryyard.com/2014/08/04/poem-despair/): By: Ranjeet Sarpal Effervescence of despair Too pretentious to camouflage its manifestations . Wrinkled face Like over marked page Reluctant smile Like that of a scared girl in a matrimonial picture Miscalculated sighs Like an amateur mathematician And sinking eye... - [Poem: Reflections](https://literaryyard.com/2014/08/03/poem-reflections/): By: Basit Olatunji Recurring phases, varying faces funny sights, humorous scenes soul-battering banters, nerve-racking manners beautiful cackles, ugly tackles Everything! Still fresh in my macro memory like a morning dew on sprouting fresh foliage at a foggy waking dawn I remember... - [Poem: Freedom](https://literaryyard.com/2014/08/03/poem-freedom-2/): By: Basit Olatunji   ( for everyone in dire need ) If one has for once experienced a twinkle moment of bondage or has had a little taste of shortage or boredom sticks to one like an overbearing bed bug one... - [Poem: Anguish](https://literaryyard.com/2014/07/31/poem-anguish/): By: Sam Rapth I gave you a secret message and little later you came to my car… We both settled in back seats… You hurried me up and I quickly opened your blouse to reveal the worlds… The worlds were two…... - [Poem: You and Him](https://literaryyard.com/2014/07/31/poem-you-and-him/): By: Sam Rapth It was in those moments when your palm quickly drifted from under his, that I entered the room… In an unpredictable fraction of a second I actually had seen it But pretended not to notice… I did not... - [Poem: karma'll kick you](https://literaryyard.com/2014/07/30/poem-karmall-kick-you/): By: Linda M Crate i don’t know why it took me so much longer for me to recover over you when you forgot about me once i was out of sight and out of mind, and i don’t know why... - [Poem: phoenix threat](https://literaryyard.com/2014/07/30/poem-phoenix-threat/): By: Linda M Crate you are a lotus clinging to the water some desperate hymn of color that copies some forgotten symphony of sunset insisting that you’re original, and you can fool some people sometimes; but i’m too clever to... - [Poem: 1false prophet](https://literaryyard.com/2014/07/30/poem-1false-prophet/): By: Linda M Crate trails of eros cling to your lips lisping some remedy beneath indigo lined nights cut with silver moonlight and the gleaming jewels of a sunset’s surrender, you seem to forget that there’s more to life than... - [Story: Shaking Loose](https://literaryyard.com/2014/07/26/story-shaking-loose/): By: Bob Kalkreuter Roger White sat on the unscreened porch, watching the morning fog creep up the hillside like a ghost without feet. He held a can of beer and smoked a Camel cigarette. “You drinking already?” said Judy. His... - [Poem: To the first ones](https://literaryyard.com/2014/07/25/poem-to-the-first-ones/): By: Civa Bhusal I adore everything- That came first in my life The first book I read The first game I played The first lap – I slept on The first alphabet – I learnt At school The first day... - [Poem: Memories](https://literaryyard.com/2014/07/25/poem-memories/):   By: Civa Bhusal One day, All the people we saw in our life leave us in solitude… Just like the drops of water Leaving the topmost part of the hills Every year We change calendar And hang a new one... - [The Puzzlement Of Ancient Spirituality](https://literaryyard.com/2014/07/24/the-puzzlement-of-ancient-spirituality/): By: Raymond Greiner Comparing ancient living design to modern society is a study in contrast. Archeological discoveries reveal ancient cultures imposed greater communal value on spirituality. This evidence is compelling and may provide a window of opportunity for contemporary recurrence... - [Poem: Wolf Down the Hall](https://literaryyard.com/2014/07/23/poem-wolf-down-the-hall/): By: Dovile Mark When I was young There lived a wolf Down the hall of our apartment building My parents called him a neighbor He might have even had a name I don’t remember He would appear outside our door... - [Poem: Secrets](https://literaryyard.com/2014/07/23/poem-secrets/): By: Dovile Mark His job was to collect secrets Finding out who had access to the information Learning to make friends I knew where the secrets hid Stacked up like delicious cookies on top of each other In a jar... - [Story: Set ‘em Up](https://literaryyard.com/2014/07/22/story-set-em-up/): By: Richard D. Hartwell Thanks. Here’s to you. Did he ever regret taking off? No, I don’t think so. He never really talked about it much, or at least not about the beginning, if, in fact, there was a beginning. Most... - [Poem: Therapy at the DVA](https://literaryyard.com/2014/07/22/poem-therapy-at-the-dva/): By: Richard D. Hartwell Sitting here at the VA listening, more than ten wars’ worth of lives and lies told by veterans, wondering sometimes how much of what I hear is really the composing by memory-makers from years ago, or... - [Poem: Celebrity and Simplicity](https://literaryyard.com/2014/07/16/poem-celebrity-and-simplicity/): By: Sam Rapth In the wide space, those rocks that are seen by naked simple eyes are called stars… Much like the celebrities… The question is why, so simple, are the eyes?…   - [Poem: The Silent Songster](https://literaryyard.com/2014/07/15/poem-the-silent-songster/): By: Jim Piatt Do you hear it, the hushed misshapen rhythms inside the songster’s poetic head? The chords he pens now only a cryptic cacophonous array of black and whites plummeting downward from saddened eyes: His muse, dead now, lying... - [Poem: An Ordinary Man](https://literaryyard.com/2014/07/15/poem-an-ordinary-man/): By: Jim Piatt Reports of new battles flow inward, Like shards of splintered glass they Awaken heartbreaking feelings, My heart cries out in dismay Amidst the furor of finite time, Tears stream down my cheeks, Bitter information about new wars... - [Poem: The Awakening](https://literaryyard.com/2014/07/14/poem-the-awakening/): By: Bejoy Balagopal The swirling gust raged hard against us; Like it had a score to settle from yore. The clouds, dark and angry, pelted their might, Was the searching, intense sky thirsty for more? With strength draining away, I held... - [Poem: That lil girl](https://literaryyard.com/2014/07/14/poem-that-lil-girl/): By: Bejoy Balagopal To glide across the desert of unsaid dreams, Like a bird untouched by the burden of flight, What would it take for that lil girl To savor that broken tunnel of light. To waltz on the enticing warm... - [Review: John Green's The Fault In Our Stars](https://literaryyard.com/2014/07/14/review-john-greens-the-fault-in-our-stars/): By: Linda M. Crate Let me just say here and now that I loved John Green’s The Fault In Our Stars lest you get the crazy idea while reading this review that I do not. I can definitely say without... - [Story: The Rise and Fall of Sorrow and Grace, Respectively](https://literaryyard.com/2014/07/13/story-the-rise-and-fall-of-sorrow-and-grace-respectively/): By: Riley Eleanor It’s six twenty-two in the morning and the last time I was up this early was four years and ten months ago. You see, this sunrise will be the last I will view in San Francisco, perhaps the... - [Poem: Death Song #1](https://literaryyard.com/2014/07/13/poem-death-song-1/): By: Riley Eleanor March mourning mornings are punc-tu-a-ted By letters that look like consolations, Congratulations that sound like condolences. Dreams die when we let them So I pulled the plug on my Electrocuting hopes. I never wanted to feel Simultaneous... - [Poem: August](https://literaryyard.com/2014/07/13/poem-august/): By: Riley Eleanor When you moved your legs closer to mine Next to me So casually (Under the shade of the tree where I spent my childhood summers) (On the bench where I made my best friend) (In the park that... - [Poem: The Kiss](https://literaryyard.com/2014/07/10/poem-the-kiss-2/): By: Emeniano Acain Somoza, Jr. The red blue violet lips of this madness they’re doing good service to the black oak growing slowly inside the room, water the leaves of silence as they fall one by one on the once lush... - [Poem: How Can I Use This Pain ](https://literaryyard.com/2014/07/10/poem-how-can-i-use-this-pain/): By: Emeniano Acain Somoza, Jr. That you so unsparingly issue In cups of blighting blows Laced with acid the corrosive breathe Of aphids on petals of hope quivering On cusps between one secret longing To another – these sick little... - [Story: Perpetuity](https://literaryyard.com/2014/07/08/story-perpetuity/): By: Michael C. Keith Eternity is in love with itself.  –– Anonymous Seth Perkins was about to turn 170 years old but looked like a man in his 50s. He was one of the first so-called Perpetuals. Only a decade ago... - [Poem: My heart's voice](https://literaryyard.com/2014/07/07/poem-my-hearts-voice/): By: Kirti Verma I just want to hear my heart’s voice, My heart’s voice tells the way of life, That reflects both wrong and right, Gives an opportunity to have a choice, I just want to hear my heart’s voice.... - [Story: The Green Light](https://literaryyard.com/2014/07/04/story-the-green-light/): By: Reese Scott He painted green lights all over his room. But it did no good. So instead he went to the corners of the street late at night and climbed up a ladder until he was able to remove... - [Story: A Round Of](https://literaryyard.com/2014/07/03/story-a-round-of/): By: Michael Simon There is a sound not unlike thunder echoing outside. No, more frequent than thunder. Lighting is not present with its partner today, so there’s no way to pinpoint the location of the crater it will cause; one... - [Story: Hemingway Slept Here](https://literaryyard.com/2014/07/02/story-hemingway-slept-here/): By: Alan Swyer The first time Levinson went to a four-star restaurant in Paris, he was treated exactly like what he was: a twenty-year-old from an industrial town in New Jersey who looked and felt completely out of place. He... - [Story: The Orphaned Visitor](https://literaryyard.com/2014/07/01/story-the-orphaned-visitor/): By: Neha Sharma Sarika arrived with her hair tied into two braids with bright pink ribbons, a sack with printed orange marigolds and her skin covered with recently dried up chicken pox. More than a few strands of hair stuck... - [Story: ALGODÓN](https://literaryyard.com/2014/07/01/story-algodon/):   By: Gaither Stewart The last time I saw Algodón was in the instant before the medics pulled the sheet over his face. From my fourth floor balcony across the narrow street, even in the faint late-night illumination I could... - [Poem: The Ant](https://literaryyard.com/2014/07/01/poem-the-ant/): By: Paulo Lorenzo Garcia There’s an ant Scuttling towards me Going off in all directions frantically. A note of urgency alluded to by the length of its strides And the acreage it covered The thought of killing it Had crossed... - [Poem: These Verses Allude To You](https://literaryyard.com/2014/07/01/poem-these-verses-allude-to-you/): By: Paulo Lorenzo Garcia “Tonight I Can Write the Saddest Lines,” Said Pablo Neruda. But be that as it may My soul swivels in harsh repose Beneath a scarcely rippled sheet In response to a rhapsody astray A gash in... - [Review: A guide to understanding our times](https://literaryyard.com/2014/06/28/review-a-guide-to-understanding-our-times/):   By William T. Hathaway Review of Recollection of Things Learned By Gaither Stewart The Literary Yard contributor Gaither Stewart is a man of passions. In The Europe Trilogy he shared with us his passion for international espionage and intrigue.... - [Poem: Backyard Rainfall](https://literaryyard.com/2014/06/28/poem-backyard-rainfall/): By: Ranjeet Sarpal I heard rainfall In the backyard Descending on patterns of loneliness, Broken bottles, Emptied chips packets, Thrown bus tickets Abandoned puppies, Absorbing their fear of being alone , And Stirring memories In the dustbin of existence, Liquidating bricks... - [Poem: Musings](https://literaryyard.com/2014/06/28/poem-musings/): By: Samiya Javed  There is something oddly discomforting about a large group of people and their mirth, which seems to be contagious, except, I find myself untouched by it. The epidemic of callous loose talk, and feverish sweeping by of... - [Poem: She](https://literaryyard.com/2014/06/28/poem-she/): By: Aneesha Roy The thirst for life runs amok, My hungry loins call forth That bloody pulsating thrust That fills through and bursts, Deep, deep inside where no stories lie, Just darkness and smoke and fog and obscurity, moist and... - [Poem: A Sad Street](https://literaryyard.com/2014/06/28/poem-a-sad-street/): By: Aneesha Roy A sad street runs down unhurried by my dull-grey house. It stretches far and wide, dressed in the familiar trappings of charcoal black. It’s worn out in places. It runs along without a destination. It wears a mournful... - [Story: The Coffee Shop](https://literaryyard.com/2014/06/26/story-the-coffee-shop/): By Karthik Shankar The alarm clock announced itself with a rattling ring. My mind had already switched itself on fifteen minutes earlier but my body wasn’t ready to purge itself of the remnants of my daily slumber. I got up... - [Poem: Quickening](https://literaryyard.com/2014/06/25/poem-quickening/): By: Leila A. Fortier You are the pause settling into the marrow Of my heart’s beat~ The fabric of a universe upon the Whisper of my own breath~ There is no distance between us In the lapse of time and space~... - [Poem: Eternal Evaporation](https://literaryyard.com/2014/06/25/poem-eternal-evaporation/): By: Leila A. Fortier Melting Into a pool of silenced Thought from the source of our Ephemeral memories~ Something in The way our lips lingered and merged in Trails of whispered testimony~ Wet breath Tasting like the portal of heaven~ Where... - [Poem: Audible Secret](https://literaryyard.com/2014/06/25/poem-audible-secret/): By: Leila A. Fortier I serve my smile to expressionless faces that know not The palace of my heart~ That know not this Language~ That know not this song~ I have fallen deeply Against The Rolling pages Of your tongue~... - [Death of the Short Story?](https://literaryyard.com/2014/06/24/death-of-the-short-story/): By: G. D. McFetridge The other day I was at a coffee shop with a fellow writer and we were discussing the state of American literature. She looked thoughtfully over her double espresso and asked me what sort of writing I... - [Reader’s Journey](https://literaryyard.com/2014/06/23/readers-journey/): By: JD DeHart It started with nighttime stories out of a small book of fairytales when I could not read on my own, then progressed to spandex adventures of comic book characters, inspired by the early years of superhero films cast... - [Poem: Flying Angels](https://literaryyard.com/2014/06/23/poem-flying-angels/): By: Adreyo Sen A good flight attendant is the sanctity of service guided by sadness – she is the grey dove transforming into a silent line amidst our feckless ways. Ask a flight attendant the meaning of sadness and she’ll answer... - [Poem: Early Birds](https://literaryyard.com/2014/06/23/poem-early-birds/): By: Adreyo Sen A child early on planes will never learn the true meaning of freedom because he has learnt to fly before he has grown wings. Reality, grounded, will keep him crashing till he becomes part of the groveling... - [Poem: Battling Dreams](https://literaryyard.com/2014/06/22/poem-battling-dreams/): By: Debleena Majumdar She painted the rainbow, He quietly held the corners. She jumped, He was there, tall. She counted the stars, He steadied the ladder. She slipped, His arms broke her fall. She sang a new tune, He held the... - [Poem: Partners in rhyme](https://literaryyard.com/2014/06/22/poem-partners-in-rhyme/): By: Debleena Majumdar You open your bag, take out Alphabets, values, rules, Hoping time will not wash away, The unspoken teachings on the sand. You show her the stars, protect Her from those invisible scars, She runs with you, Tiny fingers... - [Story: Places We Call Home](https://literaryyard.com/2014/06/13/story-places-we-call-home/): By: Hannah Thurman Month 1: Olivia realized, for the first time, how quiet everything was. She had just gotten home from her job at the lab, stepping carefully around the gouges in the lawn left by the renovators’ ladders. The... - [Poem: No one calls the dead](https://literaryyard.com/2014/06/11/poem-no-one-calls-the-dead/): By: Abhishek Jha I The phone rang waves all around him echoing, bouncing off invisible walls. Petulant ringing, his eardrums on the verge of rebellion. II He opened his eyes stared into the darkness or was it dark at all?... - [Poem: Your mother](https://literaryyard.com/2014/06/09/poem-your-mother/): By: Ranjeet Sarpal Your mother has suffered silently. Washing carrots and potatoes She   retorted to his numbing indifference And retired to soybean oil . Perhaps she still loves him. She Preserving his complaints and grievances In the pickle jar... - [Poem: Love happens intermittently](https://literaryyard.com/2014/06/09/poem-love-happens-intermittently/): By: Ranjeet Sarpal Love happens intermittently sometimes sporadically , For instance , may be between response and reaction , while being with you or without you , between words and silence , by 8pm or by 11 am , On Sunday... - [Poem: Alright](https://literaryyard.com/2014/06/09/poem-alright/): By: Akash Rumade Twas winter of 89, You were just a kid aged ten. Nothing to lose or to win, You enjoyed breaking window panes. Then one night, twas shiny dark, You were lost searching your almighty’s mark. Maybe he... - [Poem: chaos of my ashes](https://literaryyard.com/2014/06/09/poem-chaos-of-my-ashes/): By: Linda M. Crate  lost in the periphery of your gaze i saw the tulips of red dragon dreams we traverse old haunts you forget me i suppose it’s less painful than remembering because then you’d have to face exactly... - [Poem: Stronger than you know](https://literaryyard.com/2014/06/09/poem-stronger-than-you-know/): By: Linda M. Crate  you could be more than an animal someone who prowls at night with their dog looking for an easy target; just because i’m a woman doesn’t mean i won’t fight, and you won’t like me if... - [Poem: Stranger danger](https://literaryyard.com/2014/06/09/poem-stranger-danger/): By: Linda M. Crate  it’d be different maybe if i knew you, and you knew me; but i don’t have a clue who you are, and you’re asking me out? it’s an insult to everything i am; there’s no need... - [Poem: More than a pretty face](https://literaryyard.com/2014/06/09/poem-more-than-a-pretty-face/): By: Linda M. Crate  women are not your broodmares, just like you don’t want objectification; neither do we so knock us off your pedestals we’re not paintings to hang in your art gallery— “do you want to go out?” you... - [Story: Out of the Abyss](https://literaryyard.com/2014/06/05/story-out-of-the-abyss/): By: Bob Kalkreuter The girl’s tight red dress bounced around like a bag of fighting cats. A car slowed and honked. “Well lookie there,” said Ernie, leaning against one of the palm trees that fronted the empty parking lot directly across... - [Story: A Painful Truth](https://literaryyard.com/2014/06/02/story-a-painful-truth/): By: Vijay Johnson-Tanco “Listen, ye children, to the tale I have to tell. The morals I can teach you will save all of us from our own destruction. All I ask is not even a moment of your time, a... - [Story: The Fall of a Butterfly](https://literaryyard.com/2014/06/02/story-the-fall-of-a-butterfly/): By: Vijay Johnson-Tanco From a very young age people all begin to learn, so they can work, love, and appreciate. -Please don’t! I didn’t mean to do this, I shouldn’t die! God no!- It is said that humans need to... - [Story: For My Eyes Only](https://literaryyard.com/2014/05/30/story-for-my-eyes-only/): By: Ajay Patri She tells me to start using contact lenses. I want to protest at this suggestion, enraged that she is so insensitive to the intimate connection I share with glasses. But because we are surrounded by people, I... - [Poem: The Exile](https://literaryyard.com/2014/05/24/poem-the-exile/): By: Adreyo Sen In her dreams, morning was a cool wind and the wetness of the grass under her braided head. The braids had been banished, as had, in the nefarious hands of Time, most of the little things so fragile... - [Poem: The Indian Woman](https://literaryyard.com/2014/05/24/poem-the-indian-woman/): By: Adreyo Sen The little Indian woman entering the pub turned to me and said Hello. And in the dusk, her lined face was transformed to a dusky beauty, by tiredness. Weariness had worn her down to a worn elegance as... - [Poem: Verschränkung (entanglement)](https://literaryyard.com/2014/05/23/poem-verschrankung-entanglement/): By: Garima Sharma In the balms of my new forehead that grew like grief over the walls you could never see the shame. my backs thousands of them, became mirrors that turned into silver blanks dots of the mind after every... - [Poem: Self-Similar](https://literaryyard.com/2014/05/23/poem-self-similar/): By: Garima Sharma A lonely woman takes lovers, no dreams, children, shoe bites, men and brothels of feet. coins, zari, and the young boy outside the hamaam. Freedom was never for the darling slave, whose wrists are bound by spit,... - [Poem: For the Lover Who Never Came](https://literaryyard.com/2014/05/23/poem-for-the-lover-who-never-came/): By: Garima Sharma I am the one who sweats sadness killing knees and loneliness on slow roads did you hear? when I erupted like a dying river? on those blue sheets my hair greased with horror and navel burning with rejection?... - [Story: The Acrobat and The Ballerina](https://literaryyard.com/2014/05/22/story-the-acrobat-and-the-ballerina/): By: Gaither Stewart From her seat high in the corner of the grandstand Sophia is at the same altitude as the acrobat on the trapeze. She leans forward from the edge of her seat and gazes across at him. His... - [Poem: I Thought of You](https://literaryyard.com/2014/05/21/poem-i-thought-of-you/): By: Aneesha Roy I thought of you for days and months. I thought of you in tempestuous storms and insurgent gales. I thought of you in bitter snow and in hale. I thought of your beady eyes, your crooked nose... - [Poem: To Welcome the Sun Which Rises in the West](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/14/poem-to-welcome-the-sun-which-rises-in-the-west/): By: Pijush Kanti Deb I give a chase to it yet the sun doesn’t rise in the west, I jump on it still I find myself always lying below a merciless rapist, I scratch on it nevertheless the honey is... - [Kasuri’s book launched in Mumbai despite Shiv Sena’s protest](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/13/kasuris-book-launched-in-mumbai-despite-shiv-senas-protest/): When culture begins to mix with politics, it makes the life difficult for artists. It happened when Sudheendra Kulkarni, the organizer of the book launch ceremony of former Pakistan Foreign Minister Ahmed Kasuri, was abused by Shiv Sena people yesterday.... - [Story: Jack](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/12/story-jack/): By: Ruth Z Deming I planned my getaway from my husband as carefully as a bank robber planning a heist. I was used to lying to Jack, my husband of twenty years, so when I said, “Let’s take separate cars to... - [Story: The Players](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/12/poem-the-players/): By: David Jordan  He sat at the bar nursing his second pint of stout, feeling boozy and depressed. He didn’t feel like drinking. He felt like walking. Outside would be nice and cold. So he got up off his stool and... - [Poem: Reminders](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/10/poem-reminders/): By: JD DeHart Some people keep a string tied around a finger, Some people keep a running list on paper, While others keep a file in the back of their minds, wrong after wrong, moment after moment, a collection of... - [Poem: Dominant Views](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/10/poem-dominant-views/): By: JD DeHart I pause, waiting for the moment to let my words drop in, funnel down, and channel through the table conversation The moment is still waiting because a few topics dance back and forth, flames of political or... - [Poem: Defaulting](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/10/poem-defaulting/): By: JD DeHart I default to my prior stance, coming straight back to the moment years ago I stand again on the old resolution after some travel and thought And that’s okay, because I have transformed in other ways, a... - [Poem: The Wait Gate](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/10/poem-the-wait-gate/): By: JD DeHart Here we wait, for water, for mind, for a candidate that is real, Here we wait, for answers, for questions we do not know yet how to ask Here we wait, for the power of words, for... - ['India The Crucial Years' a memoir released](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/09/india-the-crucial-years-a-memoir-released/): ‘India The Crucial Years’ is a new book in the town that claims to offer you the best insights into the India which was. Penned by T V Rajeswar who has been in the middle of affairs in the government... - [Don't Tell A Novelist to Rewrite Their Novel: It's Their Dream Not Yours](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/09/dont-tell-a-novelist-to-rewrite-their-novel-its-their-dream-not-yours/): By: Linda M. Crate I am a writer. It is my passion, my love, and my favorite skill set so to speak. I have been writing since I was thirteen years old. I started with poetry. To date I have... - [Poem: Spinning Plates](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/09/poem-spinning-plates/): By: Edgar Law Running a successful business, they tell me, is like spinning plates in the air, let them circle in the sun up there and be always ready for one or two to shatter so that you can pick up... - [Poem: Technique](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/09/poem-technique/): By: Edgar Law She knows how to run the meeting, how to show without telling, how to design a great presentation She knows how to manage a bow tie, make her way around a crowded table, but today it’s slipping She... - [Poem: Semantic Map](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/08/poem-semantic-map/): By: Joshua Ford Word Goes to term Term Goes to paper Paper Goes to grade Grade Goes to power Power Goes to electricity Electricity Goes to creative Creative Goes to planet Planet Goes to calm Calm Goes to tea leaves Tea... - [Poem: Huts](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/08/poem-huts/): By: Joshua Ford We woke in a new world where all there was was huts in a nice little row. The sky above us was so nice and broad, and I was scared of it. Then the dinner bell came ringing... - [Poem: National Poetry Day](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/08/poem-national-poetry-day/): By: C. J. Black (8th October 2015.) Today being designated as that day I have just two things to say Whatever it is be forth right Press the calm button, then write. But then again being a writer, once you start... - [Poem: I hope you guess my name](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/07/poem-i-hope-you-guess-my-name/): By: Andrew Tranter Greeted with a smile from beneath a leathered face of wrinkles Happy, jovial, offering food and drink with a grin to these strangers Vodka and glasses appear, then bread and soup swimming in mayonnaise Excited offering seats... - [Poem: P O W](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/07/poem-p-o-w/): By: Andrew Trante Heads of Jute laid out in rows Plastic binds instilling power Soldiers no longer of humanity Deliciously denigrated in silence Power absolute in defeat The Meat grinder craves flesh Dishonoured, dispossessed Fearing sounds of a breath The... - [Poem: Whispered Words…](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/07/poem-whispered-words/): By: Andrew Tranter The morning air crisp, pure and clean The world is on the edge of awake In the distance, an owl says goodnight And a mist blankets a quiet stream Bird song already an hour old as the... - [Poem: ephemera](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/06/poem-ephemera/): By: Jocelyn Mosman I tell you often how much I love you maybe it’s because I don’t know how much time we have left I can’t comprehend what it feels like to die but this grief is a tsunami I... - [Poem: oblivion](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/06/poem-oblivion/): By: Jocelyn Mosman your voice on the phone is how I define sorrow I used to wait for the sound to emanate after ring    ring     ring but these days you tell me not to call you tell me you... - [Poem: the island](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/05/poem-the-island/): By: Linda M Crate no man is an island they say, but i am no man; i find myself at my most comfortable when i am alone there are no illusions and people pleasing no having to deal with people... - [Poem: just a past love](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/05/poem-just-a-past-love/): By: Linda M Crate you said i was marie and kikyo always your past love never your last even in the present of the moments we shared together, and i don’t know why i didn’t nail the holes of your... - [Poem: More condescending than peacocks](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/05/poem-more-condescending-than-peacocks/): By: Linda M Crate you’re the devil except you don’t wear prada just tennis shoes, and an attitude more condescending than a strutting male peacock; you think the whole world should bow down and serve your lazy entitled rear— you... - [Poem: From Another Room](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/04/poem-from-another-room/): By: JD DeHart From another room, I can see you seeing me.  I only know what my hands looks like, and I hate the sound of my own voice recorded, reading back to me. I avoid mirrors when I can.... - [Poem: Confines](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/04/poem-confines/): By: JD DeHart She speaks with the mouth of a creature who begs the stage. She wants, needs, absurdly craves to tell her story over and over and loud. She is confined by her own shackles of perception, caged by... - [Poem: Communication](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/04/poem-communication/): By: JD DeHart I raise my eyebrow at the dog and he (she?) does not know what I mean. When I hold you close and you make a sound, does that auditory phenomenon mean what I hope it does? When... - [Nonsense Poem: The Owl and The Pussycat by Edward Lear](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/03/nonsense-poem-the-owl-and-the-pussycat-by-edward-lear/): The Owl and the Pussycat is a classic nonsense poem by Edward Lear which has always been one of favourite poems since my childhood. I’ve deliberately chosen this poem for today since I feel that every young reader should read... - [Story: Hanging On](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/03/story-hanging-on/): By: Gaither Stewart Professor Emiliano Madero liked to profess publicly that he felt he was in the midst of an epic battle between the two gods of ancient Mexico: Quetzalcoatl, the hero–founder of agriculture and industry, and Tezcatlipoca, the ubiquitous... - [Poem: Thank You for Your Love](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/02/poem-thank-you-for-your-love/): By: Zunayet Ahammed You’ve hyped my life more than I’ve ever been So a big floral thank you to you for all your love and fragrance you proffer Whenever I cherish someone in my croft You’re there to sit close... - [Poem: Five](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/30/poem-five/): By: Tanmoy Biswas  ***** Groom could not be found for Shontu’s sister. She was squint-eyed. She buried her life behind the noisy sewing-machine and inside dumb kitchen. Once Shontu took her and their old mother to Darjeeling. when in the cloud-free... - [Poem: Undercities](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/30/poem-undercities/): By: Tanmoy Biswas  Kolkata. Sudder Street bylanes. New Delhi. Rajiv Chowk, outside metro station. Hyderabad. Punjagutta Circle. Bangalore. Backyards of Majestic. Kathmandu. Thamel. Faces painted trite. You smack of caution. Your catches stink erection, beer and (if you’re lucky enough) money.... - [Poem: Final Notice](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/29/poem-final-notice/): By: Bekah Steimel Pretend death mailed you a final notice what would you modify, what would you hold close to the ticking time bomb in your chest? give yourself a day to really die, a day to embrace what matters to... - [Poem: The Silence](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/28/poem-the-silence/): By: Adreyo Sen I am a silence. To myself, the infinite loudness of my pain. No one can hear me. No one knows where I am, so deeply I lie within myself. Were I the weakest iris on a lonely crag,... - [Story: For Emily](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/27/story-for-emily/): By: Jeffrey Miller The day Emily finally got around to boxing up her late husband’s clothes to donate to Goodwill he broke her heart one last time. For months, she painstakingly hung onto them as though this simple act would guarantee... - [Poem: proud little misfit](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/26/poem-proud-little-misfit/): By: Linda M Crate i sit in the mists of my dreams, but i know my destiny is greater than this; and one day all these sorrows will decrease in value i will rise like the sun in the east... - [Poem: a better promise](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/26/poem-a-better-promise/): By: Linda M Crate your heart has no sense of direction even if you are logical, and maybe that’s your problem because there’s nothing logical about love as rewarding as it is; but i wouldn’t expect a self-proclaimed knave to... - ['Poem Continuous — Reincarnated Expressions' to be released](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/26/poem-continuous-reincarnated-expressions-to-be-released/): Literature Studio in association with Hawakaal Publishers presents the formal launch of the expanded second edition of Poem Continuous — Reincarnated Expressions by Bibhas Roy Chowdhury in STORY, a city bookstore located in southern Kolkata. The Hon’ble Minister of Tourism, Govt. of West... - [Unique retelling of German history in 'The House By The Lake' by Thomas Harding](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/25/unique-retelling-of-german-history-in-the-house-by-the-lake-by-thomas-harding/): The twentieth century was one of the worst for the whole of Europe as the struggle for supremacy among different states turned the continent into a warfield where history’s deadliest wars – the World Wars – were fought. More than... - [Poem: A Tsunami of Unspoken Words](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/25/poem-a-tsunami-of-unspoken-words/): By: Debleena Majumdar “Beautiful scenery isn’t it?” A voice interrupted my thoughts. It could not have been more perfect. The waves rose in perfect rhythm, Crashing safely just off my hammock A lone crone nodded a gentle hello, It could not... - [Poem: Faery](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/25/poem-faery/): By: Adreyo Sen When this house no longer is, its garden will still persist, freed from walls that sought to imprison its mysteries. In the shade of weeping trees, wild roses and wine-red leaves will charm the sky to pliancy, serenaded... - [Mystery writer Vish Dhamija launches his new book Deja Karma](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/23/mystery-writer-vish-dhamija-launches-his-new-book-deja-karma/): Rumour Books India has released a new novel ​​Déjà Karma. This is a new novel by Vish Dhamija, a British Indian author of crime fiction. His first novel, Nothing Lasts Forever, was long-listed for “Vodafone-Crossword Book Award 2011.” Vish’s second... - [Story: First Tango in Manhattan](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/22/story-first-tango-in-manhattan/): By: William T. Hathaway I’m an ad designer in N.ew York — I like it and am good at it. I’ve always loved beauty and try to bring some of it into every ad I design. But my love of... - [Poem: Dignity](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/21/poem-dignity/): By: Mohammad Jashim Uddin Cloud, dark cloud everywhere As light is off and oil is up. But throwing hands and legs They have been shouting now and then, “Have we lost our dignity?” Oh! Nowhere is it found. Why? Though... - [Story: Just An Old Cowhand](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/21/story-just-an-old-cowhand/): By: Michael C. Keith There are lots of people who mistake their imagination for their memory.       –– Josh Billings Billy-John Calhoun saddled up his horse, Rickets, in the corral of his windblown homestead north of Ashby, Nebraska, and rode it... - [Poem: Preacher Wedding](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/20/poem-preacher-wedding/): By: Izzy Noon I can guarantee you the old folks Are saying it’s not a real wedding Without a real preacher, even if it’s A courthouse wedding, ‘cause That’s not what’s right in the eyes Of God, passing judgment with small... - [Poem: Thesis](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/20/poem-thesis/): By: Izzy Noon I go in with my paltry Idea, like it’s the small kid On the playground and I have To defend it from bullies Who might pluck its feathers. - [Conditioned Response: A poetry book by Gary Beck](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/20/conditioned-response-a-poetry-book-by-gary-beck/): Gary Beck is back with yet another collection of poems called ‘Conditioned Response‘. ‘Conditioned Response’ reminds us that we are prepared by family, experience, government to react to the events that affect us in our daily lives, shaping our future,... - [Poem: For “Fame or nameless grave”](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/19/poem-for-fame-or-nameless-grave/): By: Zunayet Ahammed 1 Your blue sky the stream of rain whiteness, greatness, beauty, and the light of innocence always make me gleeful like an aura of symphony of the poetic hearts or the raving beauty of the greenness of... - [Poem: To love is a tragedy](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/18/poem-to-love-is-a-tragedy/): By: April Mae M. Berza To love is a tragedy, it is to die a million times in the arms of Aphrodite. To love is a tragedy, it is a surrender, a defeat when you could have been an oasis with... - [Poem: Dying is another form of romance](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/18/poem-dying-is-another-form-of-romance/): By: April Mae M. Berza Dying is another form of romance Written in the cold-hearted testament And romance is a surname of trance. When flowers embrace my hands, My hands embrace flowers you’ve sent; To die is a new form of... - [Poem: Hello](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/18/poem-hello/): By: April Mae M. Berza Let my hello catch you once more, a checkmate in our conversations, the blades of grass not yet mowed as high as the fence. The river be a river envious of the pearls in your chest... - [Story: Being Bonnie](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/18/story-being-bonnie/): By: Steve Slavin Almost everything I know about women I learned from Bonnie. Although she was just 21 – two years my junior – she already knew more than most people learn in a lifetime. Bonnie was kind of pretty,... - [Poem: Joyful Rhythms In My Mind](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/17/poem-joyful-rhythms-in-my-mind/): By: James G. Piatt Teal colored waves, bursting over mossy rocks, The never-ending sea tossing white foamed sweet Moisture high into the air, fleeting drops of brine Upon my face, awaken my drifting senses. The eternal tide of the ocean, softly... - [Poem: The White Rose](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/17/poem-the-white-rose/): By: James G. Piatt Oh, gentle white rose quietly enduring the unhurried day, counting the closing minutes of the fading Magenta sun as you emit sugary aromas from buds so sweet, worry not; for soon the journey to the horizon’s closing... - [Poem: Irises In the Lea](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/17/poem-irises-in-the-lea/): By: James G. Piatt As I was quietly ambling in the woods, I saw beautiful pink irises under an old Sycamore tree, they were seemingly Humming, a silent tune. The purple Flowers were plentiful as leaves on The old Maple tree,... - [Poem: Glass](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/17/poem-glass/): By: Adreyo Sen Till yesterday, I was glass. No one rubbed their hands against the dusty windowpane through which I looked out the world, seeing the brightest colors grey. How I shrank from it all. I was always cold.  Little by... - [Poem: Splinter](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/16/poem-splinter/): By: Priya Anand The cup slips off the table And shatters into pieces As if done with its duty of Containment and measure It strikes the floor with a resounding crack As if to proclaim its demise to all present... - [Poem: Decay](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/16/poem-decay/): By: Priya Anand Silence stumbles through the ruins Crumbled walls no barrier Moths with latticed wings with A short life span spent traversing Ivory tiles now shards with fungal edges A mottled tail suggests dangers foretold Disappears beneath the forest... - [Story: The Passage (1948)](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/16/story-the-passage-1948/): By: William J. Watkins, Jr. For Garland Breazeale, his garden patch was a refuge. An Eden prior to the Fall. But on recent Saturday mornings, before the sun began its climb up the eastern sky, the patch would change. Garland had... - [Poem: You](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/15/poem-you-2/): By: Geosi Gyasi You’re the first I ever kissed Your milky lips flows without pause You’re the first who taught me how to suck the juices from your nipples You’re the first I put to test: by calling you “love”... - [Poem: On Your Birthday](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/15/poem-on-your-birthday/): By: Geosi Gyasi (To A Wife To Be) The dream is almost vivid mid-night dream in a bed of water guess which present you represent? The clue to my dream is in your dream On this day I cease to... - [Review: 'Time of Exile' is a classical of its own category](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/14/review-time-of-exile-is-a-classical-of-its-own-category/): I haven’t read the first two parts of Gaither’s Europe Trilogy. Nor did I feel the need to. ‘Time of Exile’ is a strong work that has the potential to stand out on its own. Its protagonist ‘Elmer’ is seemingly... - [Poem: Through the girdle](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/14/poem-through-the-girdle/): By: Allison Grayhurst of mute despair where love is murdered by a flying breath, and old age is a house that never opens, the key was around your neck and suddenly, you were gone. Paint bubbles over into the killing flame.... - [Poem: Call Me By Name](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/14/poem-call-me-by-name/): By: Allison Grayhurst Speak to me in the pestilence of my afternoon, in the dungeon of my self-pity. Speak to me though love has stopped its singing and the arrows of wintry worries sting my weary drum. Speak to me to... - [Poem: This Is Not To Suffer](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/14/poem-this-is-not-to-suffer/): By: Allison Grayhurst the thinning years of a lifespan roped by bitter nightfall the volt of mourning that mourns the range of ambition to success the blind rodent that frees itself of self-preservation the hard days of unknowing that last beyond... - [Poem: In Memory of Ken Patterson](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/12/poem-in-memory-of-ken-patterson/): By: Keith Moul At its beginning forty years ago, this poem was formless and void. I don’t remember precisely a sequence of first days and nights, but with Ken there was energy of new light, separate from the dark, big... - [Poem: Opportunity](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/12/poem-opportunity/): By: Keith Moul Discerning fully its act, Genius breaks into a glass house, breaking glass but indifferent to its breaking felony LAW. Tiny splinters now attend Genius, inhibiting a full search. More clattering ensues, stark collapse of weakened walls. Genius understands... - [Review: Watching the Moon and Other Plays by Massimo Bontempelli](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/12/review-watching-the-moon-and-other-plays-by-massimo-bontempelli/): By: Thomas Sanfilip Some time ago I visited the ruins of the ancient Greek city, Selinous, destroyed by the Carthaginians in a ten-day siege that left 16,000 dead, the city in flames, and a handful of survivors who managed to... - [Poem: Grease stains on yesterdays’ news](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/11/poem-grease-stains-on-yesterdays-news/): By: Debleena Majumdar The crumpled sheet of paper, Grease stains from yesterday’s Stale chop that been thrown at her, Was her treasure. Wolfing down the hard lump, she Had peered greedily at the paper. Unmindful of the darkness, If only... - [Poem: i will endure you no more](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/10/poem-i-will-endure-you-no-more/): By: Linda M Crate all you do is irritate me you are toxic to my health and my happiness so i’ve walked away our friendship was never much years of paltry things i always gave and you always took always... - [Poem: back off](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/10/poem-back-off/): By: Linda M Crate how many times must i say no before you realize i’ll never say yes? how many times must i say i don’t like you before it clicks? leave me alone i have no interest in dead... - [Story: Max](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/10/story-max/): By: Clive Aaron Gill Martha steered her pickup truck down the steep road from Valley Center towards the Escondido High School bus yard. Dawn spread its pink-rose rays over morning clouds, softening the San Diego mountain peaks. She hunched her... - [Poem: Micro](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/09/poem-micro/): By: Tempest Brew  we are small beings in a small universe pretending to be large we are the voice of reason that is stifled because we are mute and do not realize it until much too late. - [Wolf Country](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/09/wolf-country/): By: William T. Hathaway JACKSON HOLE, Wyoming, USA — The wolves have been reprieved. A federal appeals court has overturned a lower court decision requiring that all transplanted wolves be removed from the Rocky Mountains. Unless the Supreme Court reverses... - [Poem: Dance on Chance](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/07/poem-dance-on-chance/): By Pijush Kanti Deb Dance on chance- the great popular hymn to attack on and conquer a stage to rule on but to me- a chance appeared one night in my bedroom in disguise of a heaven-touching skyscraper but surprisingly... - [Poem: The Game Of Stars](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/07/poem-the-game-of-stars/): By: Pijush Kanti Deb The over ambitious steps may touch the honor of the moon and the raising head may feel the cool breeze of Heaven revealing the climax of the mad race between man and the God in extending... - [Poem: The Most Beautiful Painting](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/07/poem-the-most-beautiful-painting/): By: Pijush Kanti Deb It’s only the God who painted the most beautiful painting portraying the sacred close-up of blissful husband and wife yet on it my father found a spot- black and traditional, hiding a pathetic story of a... - [Poem: Beware the Webs](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/06/beware-the-webs/): By: Scott Thomas Outlar The spiders come out at night, weaving their wicked webs of entangled deception, seeking to capture prey that has been blinded by the darkness. This is not a complex thought. There is not a fount of wisdom... - [Poem: Bend but Don’t Break](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/06/bend-but-dont-break/): By: Scott Thomas Outlar Worldly desires serve as an albatross around the soul’s neck, sending the entrapped flesh below the tide to drown in ocean’s depths; but sometimes a little bit of pressure on the lungs is nice, as it helps... - [Poem: The Man in His Own Words](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/05/poem-the-man-in-his-own-words/): By: JD DeHart much has been/could be said and will continue to be said but what of his own impression a collection of memories brief experiences, the man who will forever be 33 now that he has turned Another year... - [Poem: And Fact](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/05/poem-and-fact/): By: JD DeHart One after another like kiddos on a playground the facts lined up and chanted at one another playing their own mystical game At the outset, it looked innocent as they rotated and hooted on the school lawn... - [Poem: Day](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/05/poem-day/): By: JD DeHart Does this day count and measure a day? At what moment do I stop counting? I can trace its invisible fibers joining morning to noon to the death of our sun - [Poem: Advertising](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/05/poem-advertising/): By: JD DeHart They expect to etch and trace in glass and gas and plastic, making me fragile house promises, foretelling more beautiful skin and life, sending me into a frenzy of grabbing, but I pause at the revolving trap... - [Poem: Beach Strawberries](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/04/poem-beach-strawberries/): In a condom commercial when a former porn star sensuously frolics on a sandy beach a band of moralists, allergic to strawberries, stand in unison to dutifully condemn the repugnant acts that might result in more rapes down the Indian streets…... - [In 'Fern Hill' Dylan Thomas recreates Blake's Songs of Innocence and Experience](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/04/in-fern-hill-dylan-thomas-recreates-blakes-songs-of-innocence-and-experience/): Dylan Thomas seems to be influenced by William Blake for his autobiographical poem Fern Hill where he puts his own life into poetic perspective and describes the personal evolution from innocence to experience. Fern Hill is, thus, an autobiographical poem where he... - [Book Trailer Ninjas and Rare Bird Books Host Vintage Book Trailer Contest](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/03/book-trailer-ninjas-and-rare-bird-books-host-vintage-book-trailer-contest/): Book Trailer Ninjas and Rare Bird Books invite filmmakers to enter the first of its kind vintage book trailer contest. Entry is free and filmmakers may enter multiple times. Entrants will choose one novel from Rare Bird Books’ library or... - [Story: Burying Yourself](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/03/story-burying-yourself/): By: Michael C. Keith What you wear to the grave is always safe from criticism. –– Sander Howling Alison asked her 81 year-old spouse what clothes he wanted to wear at his wake. “Huh? That’s a weird thing to say.... - [Poem: Not to Dream](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/02/poem-not-to-dream/): By: Zunayet Ahammed (1) Reality is always harsh and hard. Men knowing its impact on life and earth Get no solace in life. We have nothing to do except to see and brood over a lot of things on earth... - [Poem: Tough Target](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/02/poem-tough-target/): By: Sri Ram Your estrogen is escorted by many testosterone… To win your heart, I need to first fight a battle with those testosterone… By the time, I win the battle, you may be engaged… Unfortunately, If there is one that... - [Poem: i tried to save you](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/01/poem-i-tried-to-save-you/): By: Linda M Crate i had a dream where you walked into the darkness forsake every goodness and the light you tried so hard to cling to, and when i tried to grasp your arm and lead you back into... - [Poem: The flames of lust](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/01/poem-the-flames-of-lust/): By: Linda M Crate i am a flower you were the frost and you tried killing me; but i resisted your touch— likewise should you come to me again i will not fall vulnerable before you i have learned my... - [Poem: You'll hurt worse](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/01/poem-youll-hurt-worse/): By: Linda M. Crate i wanted to be your white winged dove, your only love; but instead i was your white winged raven left craving your touch— i know to you none of this meant very much, and i was... - [Excerpt: Hazard of Shadows](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/01/excerpt-hazard-of-shadows/): ‘Hazard of Shadows’ which is the book two of Chronicles of the Goblin King series by Mike Phillips has recently been released. While the author and the publishers boast to thrill you with the story, we bring to you excerpt from... - [Past Spy Revealed in Frederick Forsyth's autobiography 'The Outsider: My Life'](https://literaryyard.com/2015/08/31/past-spy-revealed-in-frederick-forsyths-autobiography-the-outsider-my-life/): Frederick Forsyth has made a stunning disclosure in his autobiography ‘The Outsider: My Life’. He has admitted that he was MI6 agent in the past. The author of ‘The Day of the Jackal’, however, agrees that it was not easy to admit.... - [Story: Voices from Pisalocca](https://literaryyard.com/2015/08/30/story-voices-from-pisalocca/): By: Gaither Stewart In my favorite place near the front window with the light from the street over my right shoulder I am reading an essay by Natalia Ginzburg when out of the corner of my eye I register a... - [Story: Simply, Bahadur](https://literaryyard.com/2015/08/28/story-simply-bahadur/): By: Antara Roy Bahadur, that was what we called him. Simply, Bahadur. No one knew his real name, or where he came from, or where, eventually, he went. He was always there; in the garden, tending to the plants, humming... - [Poem: In a Golden Morning of a Silvery Day](https://literaryyard.com/2015/08/27/poem-in-a-golden-morning-of-a-silvery-day/): By: Pijush Kanti Deb The tired eyes are closed down hoping their good reopening in a golden morning of a silvery day yet the godless heart experiences the hopes- made of glass and the eyes are compelled to reopen in... - [Poem: A Popular Conclusion](https://literaryyard.com/2015/08/27/poem-a-popular-conclusion/): By: Pijush Kanti Deb Assuming the golden sunrise and the colorful rainbow standing in the sky against the invasion of black clouds with the flying colors as the beginning of a good day a mysterious hand blooms the five senses... - [Poem: A Synthetic Blossom of Peace](https://literaryyard.com/2015/08/27/poem-a-synthetic-blossom-of-peace/): By: Pijush Kanti Deb My burnt lips are reluctant still I make room for a heart-soothing smile on them admitting its utility in making the best of a bad bargain. My hot heart is not a coward yet I oil... - [Poem: A love so strong](https://literaryyard.com/2015/08/27/poem-a-love-so-strong/): By: Antara Roy I hope you have, somewhere there, inside, somewhere, in that inaccessible heart of yours. a secret chamber of deep, overflowing passions, You are always so cool, so aloof.. I hope you have, somewhere there, inside a secret stash... - [Poem: Superstition](https://literaryyard.com/2014/11/24/poem-superstition/): By: Mitch Green I wasn’t the focus, the focal diction – Fiction dead on ambition. Wishing, superstition – salivating, Procreating the filth from my heart. Fresh starts are only mental manipulation, Lonely relations held in handless arms. Stoic seasons pass fast... - [Poem: Kettle Wax](https://literaryyard.com/2014/11/24/poem-kettle-wax/): By: Mitch Green Interstellar techno-optics formed flashes of bright, splashing pigments across the far wall. Fashionably suitable for this celebrative, retro-themed shindig. Knee-high stockings skinned to the seam of multicolor ribbons. Lacing wars, racing to slither between breasts of a golden... - [Poem: Death Anniversary](https://literaryyard.com/2014/11/24/poem-death-anniversary/): By: Mohammad Jashim Uddin You are invited cordially. Come, please come to me straight. You are the chief guest in my death anniversary celebration ceremony. Can you remember why I celebrate it? Every December 15 I must observe because I... - [Incentive To Aspire](https://literaryyard.com/2014/11/20/incentive-to-aspire/): By: Raymond Greiner Human social design has traveled a long, meandering path encountering a myriad of challenges, barriers and conflicts. History unveils an assortment of achievements, errors, and misdirection resulting in what is perceived as the modern era. Historical sociological... - [Poem: Caterpillar on the run!](https://literaryyard.com/2014/11/20/poem-caterpillar-on-the-run/): By: Shilpa Jayshankar For all that they said, the entire life will be spent there, Snuggling in the corner For all that they gave, a silent treatment, For that they shot with those hurtful words For that they demeaned, abhorring the... - [‘Numinous’ by Leila A. Fortier with a touch of Sufism](https://literaryyard.com/2014/11/19/numinous-by-leila-a-fortier-with-a-touch-of-sufism/): A new collection of poems published by Saint Julian Press, ‘Numinous’  composed by Leila A. Fortier which is said to invoke the spirit of the first female saint of Sufism – Rabi’a al-Basri. It claims to arise from the deepest memories... - [Poem: Happiness Isn't A Warm Gun](https://literaryyard.com/2014/11/18/poem-happiness-isnt-a-warm-gun/): By: Reese Scott it was only a gun that she had found under a stranger’s pillow after they had made love it felt warm in her hand it felt warmer than he did when he was inside her - [Story: The Hanging House](https://literaryyard.com/2014/11/18/story-the-hanging-house/): By: Reese Scott It was dark. The three of them had planned this night for some time. They waited till Billy’s parents were asleep, Craig’s Mom passed out and Eddie’s foster parents never come home. They met just up the... - [Poem: The Focus Lens](https://literaryyard.com/2014/11/17/poem-the-focus-lens/): By: JD DeHart Take one from the sixth floor, The passerby. On his way to some waterfall Or casual acquaintance. Loping, coffee in hand, Does he think, ponder, look up At me, a creature on the cloud Encased by white outlines... - [Poem: Spread the Word](https://literaryyard.com/2014/11/17/poem-spread-the-word/): By: JD DeHart The word is suddenly A filet, indelicately butterflied. The word is suddenly The prospective worker eviscerated By the pomposity of interviewers. Let us show you our two question-one Question punch, they declare. Waste of paper products for degrees.... - [Story: Dementia](https://literaryyard.com/2014/11/17/story-dementia/): By: Gaither Stewart   The old man needed to piss. Much as he tried to return to ruminations about the Roman Empire, he couldn’t think of anything but piss. Binu should have long since been back. Probably downstairs at the... - [Poem: bloody mary](https://literaryyard.com/2014/11/16/poem-bloody-mary/): By: Sajan George your lips are contaminated dermis disfigured by the white lie you pronounce almost spontaneously -love you- masquerading a metaphysical insecurity - [Poem: bisexing](https://literaryyard.com/2014/11/16/poem-bisexing/): By: Sajan George exorcised from home braving rape by father incest with sibling for keeping virginity intact she is limping, loitering in the x-rayed streets; a safer venue by all accounts despite late night exfoliation by some thousand homegrown eunuchs reclaiming... - [Poem: Death of a dream](https://literaryyard.com/2014/11/13/poem-death-of-a-dream/): By: Neelam Singh It sprang forth like a majestic veil Desires indwelling colors of many Rainbow delight The delight to soar To rise up above all Desire to feel the wind in my wings Stormy winds A dark night Where’s... - [Poem: Magic and Mystery](https://literaryyard.com/2014/11/12/poem-magic-and-mystery/): By: Kousik Adhikari Many years passed since I have stopped to ask you, Many years since there is a thunder blue hail storm near my windows, Around my coffee table and the clouds blossoming over the sky Of our room,... - [Poem: When](https://literaryyard.com/2014/11/12/poem-when/): By: Kousik Adhikari When I stopped at the turn, the path was heavy With the flowers, dropped after the sudden downpour of April rain Like a girl, loaded with an embryo, looked desperate and shy. Looking at the horizon, I... - [Ben Okri’s The Age of Magic is here](https://literaryyard.com/2014/11/12/ben-okris-the-age-of-magic-is-here/): This is the press note that stores praises for the book. Please apply your comprehension while buying it. The press note: An intoxicating and dreamlike tale unfolds. Allow yourself to be transformed. Having shown a different way of seeing the... - [Poem: you let it go](https://literaryyard.com/2014/11/10/poem-you-let-it-go/): By: Linda M. Crate the pale of the moon fading into night that was our love, and you just let it go blow away like some fog resting on the heartbeat of the lake; you were not the man you... - [Poem: Remembering Scars](https://literaryyard.com/2014/11/10/poem-remembering-scars/): By: Linda M. Crate  i wonder if you remember all the things you said to me, but somehow i’m the bad guy because you bullied me; i remember how helpless i felt when even the vile guidance counselor took your... - [Poem: The Rhino-Skin and Goggles](https://literaryyard.com/2014/11/09/poem-the-rhino-skin-and-goggles/): By: Pijush Kanti Deb A poor hand- quite naked and flexible, needs a trust-worthy amulet made of rhino skin and a goggles to cover up its ocular confusions and hesitations- the outcome of a dual fought in its heart between... - [Poem: To My Daughter](https://literaryyard.com/2014/11/06/poem-to-my-daughter/): By: Adreyo Sen If Life were a 1 train, travelling through many islands of unhappiness, you’d get down at every station of despair to spread light, in your silent way. At five, you were already so grave, you made me laugh... - [Poem: Women Waiting at the Baths](https://literaryyard.com/2014/11/05/poem-women-waiting-at-the-baths/): By: Melanie Barbato A woman with mud-smeared face A woman not burnt by the flame A woman in hiding Among neighbours and friends A woman and her four children Their cornrow hair Done for the day A woman nervously fiddling A... - [Poem: Ordinary Woman](https://literaryyard.com/2014/11/05/poem-ordinary-woman/): By: Melanie Barbato Evil baffles me Not because it is alien to me – no evil is- But because for each Weakness, perversion, I fight in myself There marches An army of fools That has turned them Into their creed... - [Poem: Farruk Ahmed](https://literaryyard.com/2014/11/05/poem-farruk-ahmed/): By: Mohammad Jashim Uddin O Farruk! Perverted nation is now cursed. Slumbered nation is marching towards Avoiding the blood eyes and being inspired In order to break the Satan’s wall. O Farruk! You are not a lost Sinbad. You are faster... - [Poem: Still-born](https://literaryyard.com/2014/10/30/poem-still-born/): By: Jeshtha Kamra While our bodies share its secrets In all its mistiness Our memories bake into blackened bricks. I keep searching you Between our melting bodies and frozen minds. Blindfolding reality Into the maddening swirl of shameless confessions. In our... - [Poem: Laments](https://literaryyard.com/2014/10/29/poem-laments/): By: April Mae M. Berza I could have read “The Fault in our Stars” but I chose to hear your laments about your ex who chose his ex over you. The pain in my chest is like an inactive volcano... - [Poem: Forgetting is to inject insulin to a diabetic](https://literaryyard.com/2014/10/29/poem-forgetting-is-to-inject-insulin-to-a-diabetic/): By: April Mae M. Berza Forgetting is to inject insulin to a diabetic I feel in my blood the sweetness of pain The pain in my blood is swelling for a week. To remember you is to make me unsick... - [Poem: If I were a river](https://literaryyard.com/2014/10/29/poem-if-i-were-a-river/): By: April Mae M. Berza If I were a river, I will choose you as my destination, to flow like the tears of the cherubs one summer to quench the thirst of the vineyards. I could hear the orchestra, your... - [Man Booker is a Chicken Raffle: Richard Flanagan](https://literaryyard.com/2014/10/28/man-booker-is-a-chiken-raffle-richard-flanagan/): An Australian author Richard Flanagan won this year’s Man Booker Prize. Although he considers the prize not so precious when he talks about it as ‘CHICKEN RAFFLE’. The Hindu newspaper writes that Richard Flanagan is nothing if not a man... - [Story: The Photograph](https://literaryyard.com/2014/10/27/story-the-photograph/): By: Gaither Stewart Damiano ignores the tourists standing four and five deep at the coffee and pastry counter up front, nods amicably at the cashier, and strides purposefully down the red- carpeted corridor that by now he knows centimeter by... - [Poem: Pain](https://literaryyard.com/2014/10/26/poem-pain/): By: Ranjeet Sarpal Pain survives on its capacity to evoke memories Carefully selectively Memories are underpinned Then repetition of selective memories deepens the agonized self Triggering sea storm in blood veins . Words are recalled instinctual touch is forgotten. The broken... - [Driftwood: A Monologue](https://literaryyard.com/2014/10/25/driftwood-a-monologue/): By: JD DeHart My life is a drifting, a constant shuffling forward. Who holds the cards? I do not know the name of the god who is in charge of this, the gambling god, the one with the quick hands at... - [Poem: joy of today](https://literaryyard.com/2014/10/24/poem-joy-of-today/): By: Linda M Crate the trees and the sun beckon me outside and i follow without thought of the dishes or the laundry mopping or vacuuming floors life is made for the living and dust is for the dead; let... - [Poem: Alive](https://literaryyard.com/2014/10/24/poem-alive/): By: Linda M. Crate  you want to cage me, but my heart is too wild it even evades my rib cage i am wild and free a spirit that dances in the trees and stones of the river nature makes... - [Poem: beauty and the beast](https://literaryyard.com/2014/10/24/poem-beauty-and-the-beast/): By: Linda M. Crate oh, yes, vilify me vilify me you are the white knight trying to save me yes, the white knight and oh woe is you sweet saint you could not save the demon from herself! i’m sure... - [Poem: Moments](https://literaryyard.com/2014/10/20/poem-moments/): By: Neelam Singh Moments were moments You, the fulfillment of my desire My treasure exposed My freedom sold Moments were never like moments before Nothing felt No words said Restlessly I sobbed My soul ruined itself Moments were never like... - [Story: The Way You Cover](https://literaryyard.com/2014/10/17/story-the-way-you-cover/): By: Emily Eckart Greg had been watching Kayla for three months now, and he still wasn’t sure which of her details he liked best. She had her hair tied up messily. Her eyes were lined in dark makeup. Her skin,... - [Poem: The End of Sex](https://literaryyard.com/2014/10/17/poem-the-end-of-sex/): By Reese Scott you sucked me off until there was only marrow as you grew bored and decided to stay using words gestures and language to hide your appearance into mine until there is nothing else i can see - [Poem: Silence](https://literaryyard.com/2014/10/15/poem-silence/): By: Khuswand Naidu Nor to hear Nor to see Nor to talk bad If be to follow what Ghandi said we be to called monkeys of Gandhigiri What to do in today’s world follow Gandhigri? Or make own path Or work... - [Poem: Lover’s Lexicon](https://literaryyard.com/2014/10/14/poem-lovers-lexicon/): By: Adreyo Sen Angel is the word that comes to me unbidden when you are sleeping. Banter lets me drown in the love in your eyes. Candor is the gift you’ve always given me. Demure are your smiles in your delighting... - [Poem: You](https://literaryyard.com/2014/10/13/poem-you/): By: Leena Adhvaryu As I sit alone and ponder over a window sill, a busy street, a coffee mug, a ringing phone, a blowing wind, a blooming bud, you almost step in; like you stepped into my heart; tiptoed into my... - [Poem: Twilight](https://literaryyard.com/2014/10/13/poem-twilight/): By: Leena Adhvaryu A slow eating evening of a supine day, obfuscating the vaulting dome of the sky, inviting the crickets to take over the night. - [Poem: Wildflower](https://literaryyard.com/2014/10/13/poem-wildflower/): By: Leena Adhvaryu The landscape of love lies here amongst the wildflowers; under the antiquated trees who dare to kiss the morning sun face to face with the sky. Beleaguered with the wild trails and apple orchards perfectly silent, profoundly mute... - [Janice Pariat's 'Seahorse' to launch in November](https://literaryyard.com/2014/10/13/janice-pariats-seahorse-to-launch-in-november/): Often the synopsis of a novel plays an important role in creating interest in the reader’s mind about it. Maybe you would find ‘Seahorse’ interesting which is a novel by Janice Pariat published by Random House India. The novel is... - [Poem: What do we really give](https://literaryyard.com/2014/10/12/poem-what-do-we-really-give/): By: Debleena Majumdar The eyes; you notice them first, Eyes that had seen a father flinch In shame, or a mother’s lost look of pain, Yet eyes that look at you, warm and pure, As you stand at the door,... - [Poem: Freedom](https://literaryyard.com/2014/10/12/poem-freedom-3/): By: Debleena Majumdar They said fishes cannot fly But you drew paper fishes. They flew, free, in your dreams, With their wings of silver and gold. But who would believe if you told? They said its’ raining; run inside Don’t... - [Poem: Peace Price](https://literaryyard.com/2014/10/12/poem-peace-price/): By: Debleena Majumdar The battle was over now, The guns were gone. The river was quiet again, Rippling in the morning Sun. Peace was here; but she couldn’t see it. They had taken her pride, the light from her eyes. Dull... - [Story: A Planned Parenthood](https://literaryyard.com/2014/10/11/story-a-planned-parenthood/): By: Reese Scott The first time I was pregnant I didn’t know until I was almost ten weeks in. The second time I was pregnant I didn’t know until I was 12 weeks pregnant. I can hear the chorus now:... - [Story: Going Backwards Isn’t All That Bad](https://literaryyard.com/2014/10/11/story-going-backwards-isnt-all-that-bad/): By: Reese Scott On Sundays he went to church. He sat in the back and listened to the people around him. Never paying any attention to the sermon. In fact he was going to church for one reason only. To... - [Poem: Immortality](https://literaryyard.com/2014/10/10/poem-immortality/): By: Mohammad Jashim Uddin Immortal! Who cares the death? Have I been afraid ever The death sentence of you? You want me to make a slave. Who told you, me independent? Slave! Me the slave of Truth forever. Should I... - [Meet Nobel Laureate Patrick Modiano, a French writer](https://literaryyard.com/2014/10/09/meet-nobel-laureate-patrick-modiano-a-french-writer/): The 2014 Nobel Prize for Literature goes to Patrick Modiano, a French Writer who is best known for his novels about memory and identity. Patrick has once again proved that French rule when it comes to literature. He is 11th... - [Story: The Lady of Red Light District](https://literaryyard.com/2014/10/09/story-the-lady-of-red-light-district/): By: Muhammad Nasrullah Khan Ahmad rushed toward the newspaper office, trying to avoid the stinging, dust-filled wind that seemed getting stronger with every step. It was a brief walk from the parking lot. By the time he reached the office,... - [Poem: Sunny](https://literaryyard.com/2014/10/08/poem-sunny/): By: Christopher Wong Her heart, Like the sun, Pulses with light. Her blond hair, Flows so smoothly, Like the sun’s golden rays. Her embraces, Warm sad days, Like the sun after the rain. Whenever she cuddles Right beside me, It’s... - [Poem: Anxiety](https://literaryyard.com/2014/10/07/poem-anxiety/): By: Runaaz A Sharma  Heart pounding, mind numbing Fidgeting fingers, skimming through tome Eyes darting, ears perking On every able drone Ready! Silence descends All ascend Perching in nest Devoid of pandemonium Prayers are murmured Papers are shuffled Apprehension drowning my... - [2015 Commonwealth Short Story Prize Open for Entry](https://literaryyard.com/2014/10/07/2015-commonwealth-short-story-prize-open-for-entry/): Ladies and Gentlemen, The Literary Yard has got the following announcement from the Commonwealth Writers regarding a short story competition. If it interests you, please mind the guidelines and deadline: Writers have until 15 November 2014 to enter their short... - [Poem: We Forget How](https://literaryyard.com/2014/10/02/poem-we-forget-how/): By: JD DeHart The lawn used to look bigger, and the tree over the hill was miles away I was going to grow up and marry a famous actress and have famous little babies with faces much nicer than mine... - [Poem: The Urban Housewife](https://literaryyard.com/2014/10/02/poem-the-urban-housewife/): By: JD DeHart I suppose there is some object in space or some floating personality which governs us always and constantly so that we organize ourselves first by the concept of mother, father, brother then we begin to feel stirrings... - [Story: A Storm Changes Everything](https://literaryyard.com/2014/10/02/story-a-storm-changes-everything/): By: Gaither Stewart Oh, no, it’s already beginning. As every morning the usual twisting and untangling myself to escape these capricious sheets. Already another day. I no sooner finally drop off to sleep than I’m waking and another long day... - [Story: The Banyan Tree](https://literaryyard.com/2014/10/01/story-the-banyan-tree/): By: Adreyo Sen When I was a boy, my mother was the district magistrate of a tiny little corner of India. Magisterially disapproving of my tendency to disappear in my books and diaries, she’d take me with her on her week-long... - [Story: Stupour](https://literaryyard.com/2014/10/01/story-stupour/): By: Rency Philip “Hand me another mug. I’m still thirsty.” A hesitant mug comes your way across the counter. The karaoke hours were fast approaching and you want to scoot before they start. As you gulped down what was the... - [Non-fiction: Exit](https://literaryyard.com/2014/09/30/non-fiction-exit/): By: Neelam Singh Life’s struggles end today. Life, like a farce stands gaping at me. Moments of pain, laughter, fear and shame rekindled in my mind. Moments spent alone, and moments spent talking to walls. Today all was still, no... - [Rokda by Nikhil Inamdar, a book of business stories](https://literaryyard.com/2014/09/29/rokda-by-nikhil-inamdar-a-book-of-business-stories/): Today, I’ve an interesting book which might sound more of a business one. However, I insist you read it. While this brings in mind the business, money into mind, it gives you an interesting class in India which has always... - [Poem: Reflecting Upon a Half-eaten Moon](https://literaryyard.com/2014/09/27/poem-reflecting-upon-a-half-eaten-moon/): By: Athena Mondal Image of a half-eaten moon, slowly savoured The downward strokes of an acoustic guitar, In wafts the smell of precious memories, Some from the well-guarded past, Some in the mind yet to be made, For only in darkness... - [Poem: Borrowed Words](https://literaryyard.com/2014/09/27/poem-borrowed-words/): By: Athena Mondal Borrowed words Full of sound and fury But not my own. Dancing in the streets to music only in their ears Considered insane by those who Lack imagination. An idea is born and the ones with the words... - [Story: The Headmistress](https://literaryyard.com/2014/09/26/story-the-headmistress/): By: Adreyo Sen When Sinbad was small, I never thought she would grow to old age. She was a sweet little thing, gravely affectionate and so eager to please me in her quiet ways. Tractable in most things, she could be... - [Story: The Little Sister](https://literaryyard.com/2014/09/26/story-the-little-sister/): By: Adreyo Sen I never wondered why the only thing in my room was a grimy, stained bathtub, overflowing with black, sulphurous water. You see, I always assumed that it was there so that my brother could shove my face into... - [Poem: The Puzzle](https://literaryyard.com/2014/09/25/poem-the-puzzle/): By: Bejoy Balagopal In the rapidly vanishing sands of time, Where is it that I draw my line? Once the waves wash their sins on shore, How would I know which half is mine? In the lonely expanse of the blue,... - [Poem: The lost drop](https://literaryyard.com/2014/09/24/poem-the-lost-drop/): By: Debleena Majumdar She peeped from the Leaking tap, dazzled By the tapestry life spun. Seeking her life under the Sun. She dripped. One lost drop. Jostling with the million Other drops in the tanker, She heard with dread, The... - [Story: Love me two times](https://literaryyard.com/2014/09/24/story-love-me-two-times/): By: Reese Scott At fourteen they went behind the barn and got married. She brought one of her dogs and he brought one of his friends. After the wedding they dropped acid, climbed flag poles, put fireworks inside peoples’ homes... - [Story: Fighting Weight](https://literaryyard.com/2014/09/23/story-fighting-weight/): By: Vanessa Cutts Jack sprat could eat no fat and his wife could eat no lean so between them both you see they licked the plate clean Jack Sprat came from a very large family. He had too many relatives... - [Poem: Treasures and Taints from a Splatterring Gutter](https://literaryyard.com/2014/09/22/poem-treasures-and-taints-from-a-splatterring-gutter/): By: Basit Olatunji Although my words may carry the buccal venom of an angry witch and the fire of a possessed wizard they sometimes too, ooze a cooling breeze and sheath the sword of a bullying Capulet in the face of... - [Poem: Woe-man](https://literaryyard.com/2014/09/22/poem-woe-man/): By: Basit Olatunji (For ill-fated husbands) could this be a woman or a monstrous monster? think she’s a woe-man worse than a human before her husband came to relieve her parents of their desperate daughter it’s a pity, he never knew... - [Poem: Desert Flower](https://literaryyard.com/2014/09/19/poem-desert-flower/): By: Raymond Greiner The desert appears lifeless, void of color. No cathedrals, only isolation, heat and blinding sun. One must hike the desert’s long trail to understand it. Hunker down on a cold desert night as scorpions may sleep in... - [Songs of a Clerk: Poetry about the Daily Monotony](https://literaryyard.com/2014/09/19/songs-of-a-clerk-poetry-about-the-daily-monotony/): Songs of a Clerk, another collection of poems by author and poet Gary Beck, claims to show us a unique perspective on life, hope, and our too-often faded dreams. Through his gifted poetry the publisher claims that we would be... - [Story: A Miami Murder](https://literaryyard.com/2014/09/18/story-a-miami-murder/): By: Sam Rapth The Coastal Road was dancing according to the music of the soaking sun. At the horizon, it was difficult to differentiate between the sky and the sea. The bluish sea glittered in the morning sun. This Road... - ['Orfeo' Longlisted for the Man Booker Prize 2014](https://literaryyard.com/2014/09/18/orfeo-longlisted-for-the-man-booker-prize-2014/): ‘Orfeo’ a novel by Richard Powers has been able to make to the longlist of the Man Booker Prize 2014. Orfeo has earned a number of good reviews from renowned newspapers and magazines globally. The book is said to be... - [Poem: Golden Chapati](https://literaryyard.com/2014/09/17/poem-golden-chapati/): By: Ranjeet Singh While walking through a faceless crowd Looking at the golden temple And its golden reflections in the water, Measuring its pride in one quick glimpse The poor child, Adding curiosity to his hunger, Asked his mother Do... - [Review: Dr. Gulshan Ara Kazi’s Kazi Nazrul Islam -Maya](https://literaryyard.com/2014/09/16/review-dr-gulshan-ara-kazis-kazi-nazrul-islam-maya/): By: Mohammad Jashim Uddin Dr. Gulshan Ara Kazi is a prominent senior scientist of Cancer Drug Development. In her professional work, she has faced obstacles from different parts of society. In order to overcome the obstacles, she has taken the inspiration... - [Poem: Words](https://literaryyard.com/2014/09/16/poem-words/): By: Neelam Singh Vows vows and vows Torturous words to my ears now I do , I do , I do Do we really mean I do? Two words- I do The world kept looking through Innocent words- I do... - [Poem: Walk away](https://literaryyard.com/2014/09/15/poem-walk-away/): By: Neelam Singh Laughter stings my soul Hope shrunk If someone could eavesdrop my heart Bitter sweet memories remain Lost in the wilderness Where the wild thing are I often wonder What is this thing called life Darkness, blood and pain... - [Poem: Past the Olive Trees in Aokigahara](https://literaryyard.com/2014/09/14/poem-past-the-olive-trees-in-aokigahara/): By: Kate O’Neil I’m ready; hit me with that dark water; Soft peach-skin buttresses my shoes; my palanquin lies uncreased. In the muggy distance I can almost make you out, slumping closer a staring, windlestraw horror. Approach then. I’ll throw... - [Poem: Support](https://literaryyard.com/2014/09/14/poem-support/): By: Kate O’Neil The blue sky melts off into the short grasses, rustling green with the wind; that ocelot steps past quietly. The trees almost smell like cordite. I woke up in a tree. I threw this postcard down to a... - [Story: My Daddy](https://literaryyard.com/2014/09/13/story-my-daddy/): By: Ed Nichols My daddy’s name was Jefferson Henry Wilkes and the last time I saw him was in the insane asylum in Milledgeville, Georgia in 1958. He’d been there for four years when we visited him that last time. My... - [Story: Freud had not said](https://literaryyard.com/2014/09/11/story-freud-had-not-said/): By: Sam Rapth She came like an Angel. Is this sufficient to say? Considering her beauty precisely, these five words are very less. She was tall to five and a half feet. Slim physique. But, someone naughty like me might... - [Poem: Junction](https://literaryyard.com/2014/09/10/poem-junction/): By: Adreyo Sen Small town shop clerks with butterfly wings on the delicate blackness pedalling their eyes seek to alight and make a home in the homely hearts muscled on ageing bike riders with mothers who had only feet on the... - [Essay: Cactus Flower](https://literaryyard.com/2014/09/10/essay-cactus-flower/): By: Raymond Greiner Intensity eludes description as the burden of time serves memories as a dinner for one, flashing images on the walls of our minds biting back at loneliness in a medley of solitary thoughts ranging from delight to... - [Poem: Alice](https://literaryyard.com/2014/09/08/poem-alice/): By: Milt Montague Evey and Eddy we join you in mourning as you sit shiva for your dear mother I remember…. I’ve known her over 60 years a nice Jewish girl from Brooklyn raised in a modest home with traditional values... - [Poem: Gobekli Tepe](https://literaryyard.com/2014/09/08/poem-gobekli-tepe/): By: Milt Montague for almost twenty years archaeologists have been unearthing a mound that once was a temple complex from ten to twelve thousand years ago the oldest man made edifice on earth predating Stonehenge in England The Great Pyramids... - [Jean Follain's 'Demarcations' reviewed](https://literaryyard.com/2014/09/04/jean-follains-demarcations-reviewed/): Reviewed by: Thomas Sanfilip Translated from the French by Kurt Heinzelman Host Publications Most poetry written today cannot claim descent from the moral standard that underlies all great poetry, but rather the neutered outer shell of language that evolved in... - [Poem: Evolution](https://literaryyard.com/2014/09/03/poem-evolution/): By: Linda M. Crate i am a train one day i’ll crash into monuments of myself that i won’t recognize; we are always evolving, always changing the more we resist the more inevitable it is— and though we change there’s... - [Poem: stranger danger](https://literaryyard.com/2014/09/03/poem-stranger-danger-2/): By: Linda M. Crate  i was the girl that was too trusting i believed everything you had to say, and i didn’t conceive the thought you were just being charming to get what you wanted; it was all a game... - [Poem: Never Again](https://literaryyard.com/2014/09/03/poem-never-again/): By: Linda M. Crate you burned my dreams to ashes there was no need for such vicious carnage for a self-destruction that would take us both down in flames, and i do wonder sometimes if you said you loved me... - [Story: Saint-Tropez](https://literaryyard.com/2014/09/02/story-saint-tropez/): By: Alan Swyer “On va te montrer un endroit extraordinaire,” my French girlfriend, Marie-Denise, said on an evening that, after many years, still feels like twenty minutes ago. We were young, carefree as I would ever be, and spending time... - [Story: I really am who I don’t want to be](https://literaryyard.com/2014/09/01/story-i-really-am-who-i-dont-want-to-be/): By: Reese Scott At night she would lie in bed and try not to think of eating. It wasn’t that she was hungry at least not for food. She would try her best not to sleep because she was still... - [Story: Never Get to Inverness](https://literaryyard.com/2014/08/31/story-never-get-to-inverness/): By: Gaither Stewart “In order to understand the world, one must turn away from it on occasion.” (Albert Camus) Via Nazionale. The taxi battles its way up the steep avenue in the precarious right lane reserved for public vehicles. Blinding... - [Story: The Stone House](https://literaryyard.com/2014/08/31/story-the-stone-house/): By: JP Miller From the kitchen door of the stone house, one could see as far as the Red Hook ferry dock on St. Thomas. Down below the calm water and just off the beach on Cruz bay was a... - [Poem: It Gets Real](https://literaryyard.com/2014/08/29/poem-it-gets-real/): By: J.L. Amos Creamy, purple-flowered porcelain. Circular. A tulled ballerina in toe shoes spins to brass polyphonics, mindless with a strawberry sneer. Bump it off the dresser with a searching elbow, rage smash it on the wall, finger push it.... - [Poem: Sweet Love! Sweet Death!](https://literaryyard.com/2014/08/29/poem-sweet-love-sweet-death/): By: Khemendra Kamal Kumar Oh, what queer sight my eyes to see, Two lovely doves, springing in glee, In gusty South Easterly, they grew with me, Gliding in the fair skies, far from thee. In unison, swaying heads right to... - [Poem: VERVE](https://literaryyard.com/2014/08/28/poem-verve/): By: Mitch Green Sinners, saints – bone edged proficient damsels Rebirthed reunions relishing fortified foundations of burial worship. To sink, we embalm our bones, Hope – it’s not our home, Nostalgic principles of dreamscapes and saloons, dividing oceans, Monsoons, grave lagoons.... - [Poem: Sea-gulfs](https://literaryyard.com/2014/08/28/poem-sea-gulfs/): By: Mitch Green I took her breath into my lungs – all of it. Intoxication never hit so hard; that surreal spin submersing beneath my humanity with enough influence to drive me off the ledge from this prodigal possession. It... - [Looking Back](https://literaryyard.com/2015/12/10/looking-back/): By: Rupal Rathore The staircase opens almost directly into a narrow lane of Makarana Mohila in Jodhpur, inviting every passer-by up. At the same time, you might end up circling the house and wonder how to get in as this is... - [Poem: An Appreciation](https://literaryyard.com/2015/12/10/poem-an-appreciation/): By: Mantz Yorke Some win their tussles with your scholarship, but I’ve not yet found the key to turn the lock. Googling words I’ve never come across, I can’t tell whether I’m scratching up intriguing fragments of ancient pot or... - [Story: The Obituary Writer](https://literaryyard.com/2015/12/09/story-the-obituary-writer/): By: Ruth Z. Deming Alicia, modern woman that she was, needed three jobs in order to survive and pay her bills. To her dismay, she learned she was pregnant. At a party at her girlfriend’s apartment, everyone including herself was as... - [The Syrian Story of Migration](https://literaryyard.com/2015/12/09/the-syrian-story-of-migration/): The Syrian crises have affected the whole world. It is important that we understand how it began and what it means in the present context. - [Poem: The Monster](https://literaryyard.com/2015/12/07/poem-the-monster/): By: Janna Vought A memory, caught, mounted for permanent display. Move the stone! Roll it away! Dark silence was the feeling, oily a place where days and nights blend, life and death become one. I peer through the broken window, silent.... - [Poem: Beloved](https://literaryyard.com/2015/12/07/poem-beloved/): By: Janna Vought My life is a field, the field where I’ll soon be scattered. I still tend frozen flowers trapped in frost, not ready to say goodbye. I wake in darkness, try not to slip down a black stinking hole,... - [Poem: My sever[ed] us](https://literaryyard.com/2015/12/02/poem-my-severed-us/): By: Linda M Crate cool winds soft snow it seems perhaps i was wrong to liken you to winter it isn’t always harsh, you are; sharp always as the thorns and thistles that catch upon my flesh and my skirts... - [Poem: Insincere Prince](https://literaryyard.com/2015/12/02/poem-insincere-prince/): By: Linda M Crate better things come to you when you’ve let go of things you should have never grasped that’s what you taught me, and for that i thank you; but i don’t thank you for the heart you... - [Poem: let you go](https://literaryyard.com/2015/12/02/poem-let-you-go/): By: Linda M Crate all in all you’re just another character to kill another scar i remember when the nights howl with loneliness shining brighter than the moon another mistake i made and another chance i took that i shouldn’t... - [Poem: too late](https://literaryyard.com/2015/12/02/poem-too-late/): By: Linda M Crate you may see me waver, my tears fall from my eyes, you may see me broken and defeated and hurt; but like a phoenix i will always rise from the ashes of my chaos; do not... - [The Karma of Terror](https://literaryyard.com/2015/12/01/the-karma-of-terror/): By: William T. Hathaway Terrible terrorists are killing our soldiers in their countries and killing us here at home. How can we stop them? The answer is simple: Stop terrorizing them. We started this war. What we do to others... - [Poem: Mannequin March](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/29/poem-mannequin-march/): By: Sasheera Mehrani Gounden I slide into silk Cut a model smile from perfection To paste over the hole on face Smiling like a grin-painted clown Chewing frozen clouds from brown paper bags Smirking at moving pictures on a screen With... - [Poem: Cul-de-sac](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/29/poem-cul-de-sac/): By: Sasheera Mehrani Gounden Your lauded visage is to perfection Retinue to exalt Your lighthouse sight is the aroma of treacly solitude Saccharine scent to seep Hydrogen Sulfide Contaminating my senses Twined as a foetus To writhe under the microscope... - [Poem: Fertility](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/29/poem-fertility/): By: Sasheera Mehrani Gounden Lilac does but sing Yet daffodils clutch the hem And shriek Peering through shades of heaven With antagonistic eyes Filaments clutch and rip paste From made-up visage To reveal but mucid clinging to wall Time is shallow... - [Poem: How?](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/27/poem-how/): By: Kousik Adhikari Shall I weep? Today? When the boat is burnt And I have burnt the boat. The sky was still bloodless like any woman after the first birth, The crimson moon appears to ravage the sky with heavy... - [Poem: When Cloud is Rain](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/27/poem-when-cloud-is-rain/): By: Kousik Adhikari Twisting clouds Hung over balcony, mother rushes Fetching clothes, now the chubby queen Shall surely cry, looking abortive As she cries. On a roof near my fingers Three females leaping Over harassing raindrops, While drops listen female... - [Poem: The Outsider](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/26/poem-the-outsider/): By: Debleena Majumdar Home is just a breath away. Across the drenched park bench, Square meters of measured warmth, Lie hidden behind curtained windows. Dinners on the table, phones in hand, Long conversations, Shared Secrets, Warm glow of happiness, No room... - [Poem: burning bridge](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/25/poem-burning-bridge/): By: Linda M Crate some die young, but something tells me you’ll be an old pompous man with grandchildren a lecherous old man who’s hated by his own children; i wouldn’t be surprised but i don’t have time to worry... - [Poem: won't touch my flowers again](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/25/poem-wont-touch-my-flowers-again/): By: Linda M Crate the water is too cold remembers me the blue of your november eyes suspended in the white of snow, and so i use my summer’s heart to melt through that memory; if i want to swim... - [Poem: finding my place](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/25/poem-finding-my-place/): By: Linda M Crate just want to close my eyes open them let the sun swallow me in the gold of kindness and love remember me all the compassion the world wants forgotten, and to embark on dreams i didn’t... - [Poem: red, white and blue](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/25/poem-red-white-and-blue/): By: Reese Scott I got off the plane I looked out the window Then I saw them. They had signs. “Welcome home”. They had big smiles. They were happy. Expecting someone that is no longer here. - [Story: Intimate Apparel Thieves From Outer Space](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/24/story-intimate-apparel-thieves-from-outer-space/): By: Michael C. Keith Everyone’s quick to blame the alien. –– Aeschylus Agnes was returning from shopping when she noticed something odd hovering over her house. At first she thought it was a large bird, but then she realized it... - [Story: Love](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/24/story-love-2/): By: Sri Ram Mathan stumbled upon the ground, on the straight faultless street when Sadhana along with her friend Saritha, both dressed in lovely green and red color Sarees respectively , crossed by. ‘Would you stumble even on a perfect... - [Story: The Weathermen](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/23/story-the-weathermen/): By: Michael McInnis “Look at weather this morning?” Ciaran said. “We’re fine here,” Nick said. “Doppler radar showed clear.” “Not down South.” “We’re not down South. We’re fine here. All day.” “That’s got to be hell on earth down there,”... - [Poem: All is well](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/21/poem-all-is-well/): By: Milt Montague the park a brisk walk then a sit down recovery as I listen to gentle but firm rhythm of my heart beat…beat…beat reassuring that all is well it’s great to be alive smell the flowers each and... - [Poem: I carry a stone](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/21/poem-i-carry-a-stone/): By:  Milt Montague I carry a stone in my pocket a reminder of an unbelievable atrocity perpetrated upon the world by a handful of men led by one maniac who systematically tortured and murdered six million people only because they... - [Poem: Near Miss](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/20/poem-near-miss/): By: Robert League almost the bullet smashed me almost the world fell on me almost I saw my own death almost I ran the course that would send me flying away to a distant land where I am no more - [Poem: Ours](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/20/poem-ours/): By: Robert League this wall is ours and we sit on guarding it with warm haunches until scraping spare hands come to take it away and then we have to ask: would we injure or maim for this wall? - [New book by former Middle East journalist exposes widespread abuses of the Kafala migrant worker sponsorship program](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/19/new-book-by-former-middle-east-journalist-exposes-widespread-abuses-of-the-kafala-migrant-worker-sponsorship-program/): A new book by a Ugandan native who has been a Middle East journalist for more than a decade documents numerous shocking abuses of the Kafala sponsorship system in the Gulf Arab region that the author says constitute ‘pure slavery’... - [When The Cathedrals Were White](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/19/when-the-cathedrals-were-white/): By: Gaither Stewart  The actor leaps and prances and undulates across the white stage of the cathedral steps, his high black rubber boots glistening in water and light. Laughing diabolically the ballerino aims his powerful hose first to the right,... - [Poem: Only I Fail to Teach You](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/18/poem-only-i-fail-to-teach-you/): By: Zunayet Ahammed Morning dews beckon me To take a lesson from them Gardenias tell me To elongate their relish Far and wide Rain drops call me To take in its savor The ocean voices To feel its magnitude Rivers... - [Poem: Nobody Answers Us](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/18/poem-nobody-answers-us/): By: Zunayet Ahammed Here we come for fame, for respect, for enjoyment, For amassing a huge amount of money, For belittling men helpless and hapless Not thinking about death. Here moneyed men care nothing Salute nothing Only want all in... - [How The Romantic Poets Gave Nature its Soul!](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/17/how-the-romantic-poets-gave-nature-its-soul/): Edmund Burke’s Philosophical Enquiry (1757) brought the sublime closer to experiences of awe, terror and danger. In Burke’s opinion, nature is the most sublime object, capable of generating the strongest sensations in its beholders. This thought is evidenced in the... - [Poem: Religiousity and Spirituality](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/17/poem-religiousity-and-spirituality/): By: Pijush Kanti Deb At least one more star will twinkle in the sky just adjacent to heaven, if it is strictly said and effectively heard, ‘’We ought to perceive the two gloves sanctioned to us to move around setting... - [Poem: What He Is?](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/17/poem-what-he-is/): By: Pijush Kanti Deb Mr. Pikantid is not at all my friend but an eye-protruding wonder to me as he looks quite contented without owning a tail or horns. Maybe, he is blessed and bloomed by someone he worships and... - [Story: Ban Me Thuot](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/16/story-ban-me-thuot/): By: William T. Hathaway The two American advisors and their Vietnamese and Montagnard paratroopers marched up the metal ramp into the back of a C-130. As Spec.-4 O’Keefe took a sling seat against the fuselage, he wished the plane had... - [Poem: Gone Missing](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/16/poem-gone-missing/): By: Bejoy The warmth, the smile, the eyes that gently crinkle. The gaze, the haze, no words to mingle. He was there and so was I, Not visible to the sober eye. The blues, the yellows, the shades of innocence. The... - [Story: Sole to Soul](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/15/story-sole-to-soul/): By: Vanessa Cutts Saul sat on the steps looking at his feet. He had been looking at his feet for nearly ten minutes wiggling his toes occasionally. Yesterday his pet rabbit had died. They had taken Bobby Bunny to the... - [Story: For Love of Maria Luisa](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/15/story-for-love-of-maria-luisa/): For love is strong as death; jealousy is cruel as the grave; the coals thereof are coals of fire, which have a most vehement flame. The Song of Solomon 8:6                    1. FATHER AND SON Lights from the... - [Story: It’s the Gift That Counts](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/14/story-its-the-gift-that-counts/): By: Michael C. Keith The best gift of all is money, because you don’t have to wrap it.    –– Curtis Blais Every time a Christmas commercial for Mercedes, Cadillac, or BMW came on television, it boggled Barry Sudbury’s mind to... - [Poem: anything but flattering](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/14/poem-anything-but-flattering/): By: Linda M Crate you tell me that you want things to change, but you remain the same; living out your live in the way you always have doing the same thing thinking that the results will be different is... - [Poem: the bones of heavy conversation](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/14/poem-the-bones-of-heavy-conversation/): By: Linda M Crate you talk and talk and talk i think you like the sound of your own voice trying to carry the moment on, but i’m growing weary of the heaviness of your bones; we are but strangers,... - [Poem: get away from me](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/14/poem-get-away-from-me/): By: Linda M Crate “i like what i see” “what’s up?” i’m at work and the only thing that’s up is my blood pressure, and i don’t see your need to approach me while i’m at work hoping for a... - [Poem: Convocation](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/13/poem-convocation/): By: Indunil Madhusankha The heart beset with a thousand hopes which were ever increased by those of his parents who slaved away, not having even a sufficient meal to their stomach A bigger expectation, they bore to see the refinement of... - [Poem: Gifts of Mother Materialism](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/13/poem-gifts-of-mother-materialism/): By: Indunil Madhusankha The shining fall of her thickly grown knee length tresses An araliya flower pinned in her hair, near the ear The glamour of her lotus coloured lips and that of her cheeks like rosy petals The beauty of... - [Poem: Halloween at St. Mary's Greek Catholic Cemetery](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/12/poem-halloween-at-st-marys-greek-catholic-cemetery/): By: Chuck Orloski When I am hurt & when I have given hurt, & in order to expel sorrow & shame, I go (unmasked) for long walks in my favorite cemetery. There I sing songs to hundreds of dead who sometimes... - [Story: The Woman on The Beach](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/12/story-the-woman-on-the-beach/): By: Ed Nichols I left my motel and walked up the beach, turned in front of the pier and walked over three blocks to Al’s Café. It was going to be a fine day. A few cottony clouds moved out of... - [Story: Three minus Four Equals A Lot](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/09/story-three-minus-four-equals-a-lot/): By: Reese Scott Jake laid down on the gurney. It felt as though he was on backwards. Suddenly all he could think of were fragments of song lyrics that he was infatuated with when he was younger and afraid to... - [Poem: Identity](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/09/poem-identity/): By: Mohammad Jashim Uddin  I am a Boishakhi Storm. I am a Ruin and Destruction. I am an Atom Bomb. I am a King Cobra. Storm, Ruin, Destruction, Bomb and Cobra to wipe distress of the Humanity. I am a Sail... - [Poem: Tranquil Signs Ahead](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/08/poem-tranquil-signs-ahead/): By: Denny E. Marshall Tall ashen sails of the mind Push hard like gusting inside winds Lost out in the edgeless vastness In deep-waters of receptor ocean No land connections in sight As far as thought perceives Hurricanes push both ways... - [Poem: Majestic Wings](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/08/poem-majestic-wings/): By: Denny E. Marshall Heart grows majestic wings to fly away To soar and hide amongst a silver cloud Pump with endless tales, length of Milky Way Heart grows majestic wings to fly away Looking for love behind a new doorway... - [Poem: At Times](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/08/poem-at-times/): By: Denny E. Marshall Loneliness is a gene All are born with Evolutions of time Will not detach At times lays dormant Hidden in helix The long spiral strands Are always present Atoms spin around Calls from the past Even crowded... - [Poem: Mile of blood on the Elmira tracks](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/08/poem-mile-of-blood-on-the-elmira-tracks/): By: Chuck Orlosk On balmy October morning, 2013, Dillon G. (16) trespassed RR Tracks, listened to hip hop music on head set. Earth rumbled, scream of locomotive horn; The voice of Bruno Mars, “you walk around here like you wanna be... - [Story: The Diagnosis](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/06/story-the-diagnosis/): By: William T. Hathaway When the doctor told dad he had fatal leukemia, he really fell apart. He wasn’t ready to die and couldn’t handle the finality of it all. The doctor tried to soften the news by saying the... - [Story: Long Standing Career](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/06/story-long-standing-career-2/): By: Sri Ram Subsequently, I was asked to take up the Relationship Manager post for this profile and handle it. I complained that this would be a tough one to begin with but they reminded me of the many statements... - [A John Ramm Monologue](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/05/a-john-ramm-monologue/): By: JD DeHart I first found myself in the wood, nestled in dew and fog, where no one would pry and find me slumping. Life was rather perfect then. I occasionally had to use my horns to shoo some intruder... - [Poem: It’s an Intermission](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/04/poem-its-an-intermission/): By: Pijush Kanti Deb Above in the sky blue renovates itself in a dark color and on the land my dreamy eyes are shown the merciless back of my love proceeding towards a new mirror renovating herself with a fresh... - [Poem: Now I Love My Mirror](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/04/poem-now-i-love-my-mirror/): By Pijush Kanti Deb Once I had a great abhorrence of my mirror- standing in my dark room, knowing only to reflect my bowing lonesome image down to a gloomy star oiling it to smile at me and my days... - [Story: Butterfly](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/03/story-butterfly/): By: Tom Ray Ed Churchwell met Thuy at a promotion party at the officers club at Tan Son Nhat Air Force Base on the outskirts of Saigon. A couple of his colleagues at Combat Evaluation Center Echo (CECE, pronounced “See... - [Poem: Medicine Man Crossing Space-Time Border](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/03/poem-medicine-man-crossing-space-time-border/): By: Chuck Orloski Unthinkable that aged Looking Glass would be banished onto a reservation where, upon grim encounter, Colonel John Campbell promised him, “You will mercifully die of old age instead of musket rounds to the head!” Medicine Man never wrote... - [Poem: Wildflower](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/02/poem-wildflower-2/): By: Linda M Crate the leaves are gold, orange, and red; i stand watching as autumn blooms cars whiz by no one notices the beauty of fall dances around me all her colors and all her beauty; they’re all caught... - [Poem: Thief of stars](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/02/poem-thief-of-stars/): By: Linda M Crate sometimes i wonder if i’ll be waiting my entire life in anticipation for the first day of my life we exist, but sometimes we forget to live; i refuse to become like you always suspended in... - [Poem: Zombie](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/02/poem-zombie/): By: Linda M Crate you tore my ego to shreds threw me to the wolves i came back their leader, and you told me once that you were a wolf; so maybe it’s time you give me that apology i... - [Amazon Publishing Announces the Little A Poetry Contest for Emerging Poets](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/02/amazon-publishing-announces-the-little-a-poetry-contest-for-emerging-poets/): Today, Amazon Publishing has announced a call for submissions for the Little A Poetry Contest, dedicated to the discovery of emerging poets. The contest will be judged by the acclaimed poets Cornelius Eady, Jericho Brown and Kimiko Hahn. The winner... - [Poem: I Pray for You](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/01/poem-i-pray-for-you/): By: Zunayet Ahammed When I’m free and nothing to do I delight in recollecting your name More than seven times Defeating a school boy’s passion for his sweetheart. In watching TV if I feel uninterested I recall your reminiscences quietly... - [Story: Long standing Career](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/01/story-long-standing-career/): By: Shri Ram I should say that, nothing changed over a period of time. But, the way I looked at things, certainly have changed and that made all the difference. I was to take up a new profile. It was... - [Poem: And I will Mourn](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/31/poem-and-i-will-mourn/): By: Ananya S Guha And I will raise a hundred flowers For a hundred deaths And the hunt of life time The rivers are plenty Corpses will float And ghats will mourn For a hundred burials And a hundred causes And... - [Poem: Saturdays](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/31/poem-saturdays/): By: Ananya S Guha You do not spell doom only, blue eyes as my head whirls in fantasy of what you were, I were in those oblivious days of oranges and a fireplace of steaming fog baked rice, home made... - [Poem: Autumn Bare](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/29/poem-autumn-bare/): By: Sunil Sharma On a rough day, When the strong winds Erupt suddenly— Like some angry arguments Festering behind smiles, In the curtained homes; Distant memories, Dormant, Now— Resurfacing again, In ferocious rooms, Over the steaming herbal tea Served in... - [Poem: Will you miss me, when I am no more?](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/29/poem-will-you-miss-me-when-i-am-no-more/): By: Sunil Sharma Will there be a single tear shed, Once I am no more? Someone there— Emerging from the shadows to Cry over the simple rough bed Forever left vacant In a dim room? Or, the old rocking chair... - [Poem: Lucid moments](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/29/poem-lucid-moments/): By: Sunil Sharma Under a grey-blue sky, Pouring rain below, By parting curtains of Ballooning clouds Dark and pregnant, Walks this young mad, A woman with Sparkling eyes, And a bright smile, Looking heavenwards, Talking to those that Live there unseen by... - [Story: Intro](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/27/story-intro/): By: Sri Ram I remember, once I read from a book. The bonding between two bodies at the center is tighter than the ones at any other part. The moment I saw her in the bus, for the first time, I... - [Poem: A new Spring](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/27/poem-a-new-spring/): By: Pijush Kanti Deb When a pool is bloomed in a desert and a blossom on a rock, an unknown thirst crawls in my body informing a new spring is nearby. When the sky gets down to land and the... - [Poem: A Good Idea](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/26/poem-a-good-idea/): By: JD DeHart One thought floats down, a feather, light and buzz, another bumps out of the way like a rubber ball, ready to escape permanent sight I allow my mouth to form the idea, and the throw it out... - [Poem: Something Did Happen](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/26/poem-something-did-happen/): By: JD DeHart It could be guessed that two cars passed by, two persons, shade by shade, a wave Blue lights tell passersby that the passage was not so discrete, and the man carrying bags of broken auto indicates a smashing... - [Poem: Top Right-Hand Drawer](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/26/poem-top-right-hand-drawer/): By: JD DeHart All you need exists in the top right-hand drawer, including the bits of tape, the old pictures of yourself, the business card, a reminder about your ego, the birthday candle you told yourself you would keep, the folded... - [Poem: Americans All, Under the Shell](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/24/poem-americans-all-under-the-shell/): By: Ruth Z. Deming We are all of one family here under the aluminum shell of this popular filler-up join If attacked we would cling together like wagon trains rolling across the virgin plains Bucky, the manager, would protect us, so... - [Poem: A Short LIfe](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/24/poem-a-short-life/): By: Ruth Z. Deming I came out of the water one day and became a dragonfly. I didn’t know what to do. Under water they called me a nymph. Like the fish that surrounded me I flashed my gills and thought... - [Poem: The Blue Glass](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/24/poem-the-blue-glass/): By: Ruth Z. Deming One morning I woke up with that feeling of “ugh”: I haven’t written a good poem in nearly a month. Only yesterday I called and invited myself over. Slipped on my black clogs and walked out the... - [Poem: A Mother's Tale by James Agee](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/24/poem-a-mothers-tale-by-james-agee/): By: Ruth Z. Deming This story was originally published in Harper’s Bazaar, 1952 “A Mother’s Tale” is open to interpretation by the critics and professors Let me fill you in. We’re talking cows here the slow comely soft-eyed darlings the English... - [Story: To Have And To Hold](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/23/story-to-have-and-to-hold/): By: Phil Temples “Harry, we’ve been dating now for—what? Four months? I don’t mean to sound pushy, but don’t you think it’s time that we take it to the next level?” “Huh?” “You know, don’t you want a soul mate?... - [Story: Cowboy Loves Lily Sue](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/22/story-cowboy-loves-lily-sue/): By: Cathy S. Ulrich Cowboy’s got murder on his mind. It swims round in there like a little fish. He’s been like that since birth, says his momma. Born that way. Looked up at me with those mean little eyes, and... - [Poem: Pull a sleeve over the face of the earth](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/21/poem-pull-a-sleeve-over-the-face-of-the-earth/): By: Malcolm Carvalho The wolf did not like the stars in the sky. He thought they were too bright. The monkeys put a crane on the moon, pulled the stars down to Earth and lit them in a bonfire. The next... - [Poem: Competition](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/21/poem-competition/): By: Malcolm Carvalho  Yesterday, I picked up a stone, tore it into two, and gave you one half. You nurtured it, gave it wings, I taught mine to sing, somehow it also learnt to sting. Your stone sprouted a beak and... - [Poem: The Country Is Dying...](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/20/poem-the-country-is-dying/): By: Ananya S Guha what if how if why if in inner turmoil it lies in the ICU doctors are on indefinite strike. damn them. animals are now predating it. carcasses are ready. infinity, time bound. history is already dead. save... - [Poem: just a ghost](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/19/poem-just-a-ghost/): By: Linda M Crate there is no fountain of time that can give us back our youth so it would be best for you if you could straighten your shoulders, and leave that behind us; i am not coming back... - [Poem: Evermore](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/19/poem-evermore/): By: Linda M Crate pumpkin scented autumn afternoons scattered in citrine, gold, scarlet, emerald, and rust fall has graced us with apples and beauty; you stand complaining of the coming winter always taking for granted these moments we cannot get... - [Poem: savages](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/19/poem-savages/): By: Linda M Crate i’ve had enough of your savagery just like selfish, greedy men who would plunge this world to its death so you wish to utter death upon me and my dreams so i am your willing puppet,... - [Poem: Weather](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/18/poem-weather/): By: April Mae M. Berza  Sometimes the truth is changing like the weather; We are not prepared if it would rain us with words or shine us with silence. There are days when a storm is a solace for it prepares... - [Poem: Fishing](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/18/poem-fishing/): By: April Mae M. Berza I was fishing for words on this sunny day to cook a poem and serve it hot for you, but it was in the stream of silence I have gone fishing. Still, hour after hour, I... - [Poem: Superwoman](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/17/poem-superwoman/): By: Zunayet Ahammed Every morning peeps through my window With its sparkle. Each noon reminds me of its fading away. Beautiful flowers on earth wither. The evening creates an image of loss. The lorry quietly rolls forward Buses, trains and... - [Book launch: Panther Goes House Hunting in 1st Book of Children's Series](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/17/book-launch-panther-goes-house-hunting-in-1st-book-of-childrens-series/): Strategic Book Publishing & Rights Agency is pleased to announce the release of its newest title, Little Jakey – Book 1: Little Jakey’s House, by author Richard Edgley. As one of the great cats of the jungle, a panther should have an... - [Poem: Vagabond](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/16/poem-vagabond/): By: Izzy Noon When we saw the old man we thought he might be a beggar but we soon found he was the harbinger of so much more When he opened his blood moon eyes and told us our lives... - [Poem: Cookie Cutter](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/16/poem-cookie-cutter/): By: Izzy Noon Everyone looks the same here, which is fine when we realize that the factory makes them that way One by one, they line up like widgets and get pressed out to serve their short-term purpose on the... - [Poem: Smart Kid](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/16/poem-smart-kid/): By: Izzy Noon He’s a real smart kid, the doctors say and he’s a real smart kid, the others agree, but he doesn’t know the crown he wears and doesn’t know how regal his mind really is. - [Poem: The Kite](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/15/poem-the-kite/): By: Yousef Elharrak The bird with broken wings contemplates The kite flying in the sky The breeze takes the kite away Up on the hills The bird moves its wings It can’t fly like colors in the kite Sometimes paper... - [Poem: The Face of Africa](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/15/poem-the-face-of-africa/): By: Yousef Elharrak Africa smiles at the face of the ocean With all its potential white teeth The waves get ashamed of the meaningless foam On the eyes of the tide Africa can take the lift to the forehead of... - [Story: Acceptance](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/15/story-acceptance/): By: Michael C. Keith We live in a rainbow of chaos. –– Paul Cezanne My girlfriend and me rented a tiny bungalow at the end of the boardwalk in Atlantic City next to a rundown ten-story tenement. The outside of... - [Poem: A Lonely Body](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/14/poem-a-lonely-body/): By: Pijush Kanti Deb The softness of heart feels pity on its young but lonely body witnessing its bed-tumbling round and round in its deep slumber saying to its mirror ‘’ It needs a partner with anti- tumbling device’’ and... - [Poem: A Sudden Slip](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/14/poem-a-sudden-slip/): By: Pijush Kanti Deb A sudden slip of my dancing heart pushed me once down into a deep ditch- maybe, dug deliberately by a witch, making it rich in stinky mud and bones along with a crying skinny youth- and... - [Story: Lily is a Gypsy](https://literaryyard.com/2015/03/17/story-lily-is-a-gypsy/): By: Adreyo Sen I was lost in the endless green fields I had been in before. Then I came upon that brighter green always kissed by the rain. Gypsy women danced a storm in the fury of their sequined skirts.... - [Poem: Spring Has Arrived](https://literaryyard.com/2015/03/16/poem-spring-has-arrived/): By: James G. Piatt Spring has arrived, it’s no longer cold, The bright sun melted winter’s icy robe. Rills now flow softly in chasms down the hill, Dappled bullfrogs’ are croaking shrill: The bright sun creates colors to behold, I... - [Poem: After the Spring Gales](https://literaryyard.com/2015/03/16/poem-after-the-spring-gales/): By: James G. Piatt After the spring gales have vanished, after the prevailing winds faded into the lead gray horizon, downy white clouds scudding noiselessly with heavy sodden loads drop their burdensome weight In lush pastures far below: Storm tossed... - [Story: Vijaya](https://literaryyard.com/2015/03/15/story-vijaya/): By: Maya Unnikrishnan It was one of those afternoons when after a slightly heavy lunch on the regular Friday Biryani, they settled down to watch a movie. As usual he would switch on the English channels and surf. She sat... - [Story: The Substance of Fiction](https://literaryyard.com/2015/03/15/story-the-substance-of-fiction/): By: Raja Jaiswal I was on my way to home. The sky had changed its blue curtain to black one. It was dark enough, cannot be darker. Possibly the stars were twinkling, sparkling in the sky. I could not see... - [Poem: The Law Of Compulsion](https://literaryyard.com/2015/03/14/poem-the-law-of-compulsion/): By: Pijush Kanti Deb Standing of hair up- an uprising form of hair style, contemporary to the modern thoughts and a proof too to the law of compulsion expressing one’s inability to make neither head nor tail of the next... - [Poem: The Humiliated Prayers](https://literaryyard.com/2015/03/14/poem-the-humiliated-prayers/): By: Pijush Kanti Deb The humiliated prayers turn their eyes to other beckoning hand leaving slowly the hand- own but unfortunately unmindful to their own miseries and found always ambidextrous and unabated to refuse the humble prayers to hear and... - [Story: The Unresponsive Vagina](https://literaryyard.com/2015/03/13/story-the-unresponsive-vagina/): By: Urmi Bhattacheryya She was happy now. She didn’t need the constant ringing of the cell phone announcing the receipt of yet another text message. And besides, hadn’t he been the one to break up with her? So, why the... - [Story: The American Dream](https://literaryyard.com/2015/03/13/story-the-american-dream/): By: Phil Temples There! Mrs. Li spied the glint of the shiny aluminum can in the bright winter noonday light on the sidewalk. Like a diamond in the rough, the can was partially obscured under a pile of trash stacked... - [The Transformer: Sabotage for peace](https://literaryyard.com/2015/03/09/the-transformer-sabotage-for-peace/): From the book ‘Radical Peace: People Refusing War’ By: William T. Hathaway   A former student of mine works as a janitor. After graduating from college he worked as a market researcher and an advertising salesperson, but both jobs soured... - [Story: ISABELLA DA LUNA](https://literaryyard.com/2015/03/09/story-isabella-da-luna/): By: Gaither Stewart When my taxi crossed the Ponte di Risorgimento the drizzle that had set in that afternoon had turned into a steady downpour. Yellow lights reflected eerily off the upriver part of the great avenue snaking along both... - [Story: Night](https://literaryyard.com/2015/03/09/story-night/): By: Sam Rapth She was very tall, say five feet, 8. A short skirt desperately tried to hide her fleshy assets. Her t-shirt struggled to keep those two white rabbits of hers in place. How many such beautiful snapshots could... - [Story: Brickley’s Code](https://literaryyard.com/2015/03/07/story-brickleys-code/): By: Tom Sheehan “Brickley!” yelled his boss Marquis, “if you don’t get out of the way I’ll kick your ass for good.” And Marquis, darker but plump himself, wearing an atrocious suit with orange lines in it, smiled that puffy-cheeked... - [Story: Soothing Turbulence](https://literaryyard.com/2015/03/07/story-soothing-turbulence/): By: Michael C. Keith A blocked bowel will make you howl! –– Anonymous Elliot Connors began to experience intense abdominal pain on his return flight to Providence from the Midwest. For the twelfth time, he’d attended his annual HVAC convention... - [Poem: The Regal Journey](https://literaryyard.com/2015/03/01/poem-the-regal-journey/): By: Natana Vasuki I swim across the blue sky Along with grey old clouds To meet with the fiery red sun That smiles majestically with its rays I sing along with the silvery moon That stays single all night I travel... - [Poem: Love Song to Rochester](https://literaryyard.com/2015/03/01/poem-love-song-to-rochester/): By: Adreyo Sen Nights, I am Jane Eyre ready to submit in the warm of silk to Rochester. My Rochester! Once he was Beauty’s beast. I stole him from the undeserving thing. Then he was Jackman as Wolverine. His claws made... - [Poem: The Unsocial Butterfly](https://literaryyard.com/2015/02/26/poem-the-unsocial-butterfly/): By: Debleena Majumdar The quarterly butterfly meet Has on its agenda, The Judgement day For the wayward way Of the unsocial butterfly. “Aha” says the Butterfly Head Stroking his shiny wings “Present the facts, pray What do the social stats say?... - [Poem: Like an Ancient Tree](https://literaryyard.com/2015/02/24/poem-like-an-ancient-tree/): By: Kousik Adhikari Like an ancient tree you know all the seasons, its colors why it changes in the rain and after the smell of rain-soaked earth spells magic, I have seen you listen rain tickling through its core drops... - [Poem: If You Ask Me Again](https://literaryyard.com/2015/02/24/poem-if-you-ask-me-again/): By: Kousik Adhikari If you ask me again I shall not be able to answer your queries why the night ceases on earth and million stars hung on the bosom of night and sounding like million bells jingling from cows’... - [Story: Address](https://literaryyard.com/2015/02/23/story-address/): By: Sam Rapth Sam Searched for that address. 11, Hope Street, Dunwoody. He stood at the end of the street. There were not many, except a couple of people in that street, at that time. He had to search a bit... - [Poem: i want silence](https://literaryyard.com/2015/02/20/poem-i-want-silence/): By: Linda M Crate you always make love or argue, and i hate hearing it all the time reluctant to call the landlord because i want to be a good neighbor my patience is waning thin; it’s hard to concentrate... - [Poem: the greatest revenge](https://literaryyard.com/2015/02/20/poem-the-greatest-revenge/): By: Linda M Crate you have a way with words like no other piercing my heart with the silver sword of your tongue, and i want nothing more than to sever the offending adam from your mouth; but that is... - [Poem: when karma kicks you](https://literaryyard.com/2015/02/20/poem-when-karma-kicks-you/): By: Linda M. Crate lost in the music and magic of the land i buried my face in your musk, and you smirked like a wolf; i never let it bother me i thought maybe you didn’t like to smile... - [Poem: pandora's box](https://literaryyard.com/2015/02/20/poem-pandoras-box/): a rabbit hearted girl i was before you broke me i rose from my ashes a battle raven ready for war, and i will not smile kindly upon your countenance should we meet again; i will dismiss you without a... - [Literature in Speculative Times](https://literaryyard.com/2015/02/14/literature-in-speculative-times/): Literature in vogue today combines myriad forms and types. Hollywood, a term which I’m deliberately using to refer to all kinds of ‘woods’ that exist around the world including Bollywood and Tollywood, has been a major driving force behind the... - [Poem: A tale of two paperboats](https://literaryyard.com/2015/02/14/poem-a-tale-of-two-paperboats/): By: Debleena Majumdar One sunshine morning, We floated side by side, Two identical paperboats. Our paper sails nodding Gently, in tune with our Familiar breeze of stories. Across the orange sunset, Floated our magic castle, On a winding stairway of... - [Poem: two old men](https://literaryyard.com/2015/02/13/poem-two-old-men/): By: Milt Montague two old men met when young and this crazy world was at war once again three psychopaths made a pact that only their countries would rule our planet in this mess these two met preparing to defend... - [Poem: awake in the dark](https://literaryyard.com/2015/02/13/poem-awake-in-the-dark/): By: Milt Montague awake in the predawn dark sleep impossible night is endless I am alone… alone wretchedly alone in a barren void desperate to find another soul hear another voice to contravene the emptiness to confirm my reality to... - [Story: In the Bed](https://literaryyard.com/2015/02/13/story-in-the-bed/):  By: Sam Rapth In the hall, on the TV, a doctor was uttering the following in an excitedly composed tone. “What is a body? Muscles and Nerves!! Practice for four days, lunch at 3 O clock and on the 4th day,... - [Poem: When a Homeless Girl Dies](https://literaryyard.com/2015/02/11/poem-when-a-homeless-girl-dies/): By: Adreyo Sen Some are cold hints of an elegy where they stand. Their silence, a promise they will be remembered. No one could see her. Her hunger made her invisible to people more practiced in smiles. She was distemper on... - [Poem: My Father's Eyes](https://literaryyard.com/2015/02/11/poem-my-fathers-eyes/): By: Adreyo Sen Only in your eyes can I touch the sky, that you fear for me lets me rend its thick curtains with my fiercest cry. A thing of beauty blazing pride I return to your side. I did not... - [Poem: Dream of Dying](https://literaryyard.com/2015/02/10/poem-dream-of-dying/): By: Jason D. DeHart Last night, I dreamed of death – not in some dramatic or kaleidoscopic way, but in a manner I could not see. We were traveling, the family and I, when we somehow got word, so I... - [Poem: FATED](https://literaryyard.com/2015/02/09/poem-fated/): By: Tendai R Mwanaka This people remains downtrodden in their hungers, the emptiness- of their lives. In their victim’s posture! They scrounge for food in the streets. Their children are in the streets. Their women have chosen a moonlight career.... - [Poem: THE LATEST](https://literaryyard.com/2015/02/09/poem-the-latest/): By: Tendai R Mwanaka Aftermaths of garbage tossed about, sewage rotting.   Dirty water, empty stomachs, empty lives, empty beings.   This garden is a history of thousands of them. Political loose canons living in the exclusive suburbs.   But... - [Poem: Remembering A Dead Teacher](https://literaryyard.com/2015/02/08/poem-remembering-a-dead-teacher/): Meandering rills around the dales Dense woods without scales Sing of such a Teacher’s summum bonum Who’s boosted courage in life and love in human Stayed fearless in life’s battle-field Fighting with honesty and justice as shield The people were... - [Story: LA SCOMESSA (The Bet)](https://literaryyard.com/2015/02/08/story-la-scomessa-the-bet/): L’amour est un oiseau rebelle Que nul ne peut apprivoiser. . The Habanera,. Carmen, act 1. By Gaither Stewart Adriano and Zero have just consumed first one bottle, then a second of a classic Chianti at the City Lights Bar... - [Poem: Just a simple……](https://literaryyard.com/2015/02/08/poem-just-a-simple/): By: Neelam Singh Just a simple hug Speaks millions of words Helps ease one’s burden Reduces it to zero Just a simple smile Makes one feel warm inside All tension gone For those who give or receive Peace of mind overflows... - [Will Dinesh Gupta's new romantic poetry collection cast a spell?](https://literaryyard.com/2015/02/07/dinesh-gupta-comes-out-with-a-new-romantic-poetry-collection/): Author and poet Dinesh Gupta ‘Din’ has come out with his latest “Kaise Chand Lafzon Men Saara Pyar Likhun”, a collection of Hindi poetry, shayari, ghazals and songs on muhabbat (love) and romance at The Press Club, Mumbai. The book has... - [Poem: Bed Tea in Kolkata](https://literaryyard.com/2015/02/07/poem-bed-tea-in-kolkata/): By: Adreyo Sen I know when it’s time to bring you tea. How do I know this? On the terrace across ours, the woman dances standing still. Her hair is a river chasing her ankles. And yet many have grown in... - [Story: 2,555](https://literaryyard.com/2015/02/07/story-2555/): By: Reese Scott She was seven when she hung herself. She hung there for almost ninety days until Jimmy, her older brother, came home after being away for the past year trying to find work to support his sisters and... - [Story: death do us part](https://literaryyard.com/2015/02/06/story-death-do-us-part/): By: Reese Scott When they first met they both knew this was the person they wanted to be with. Things went effortlessly. They made each other laugh. They made each other happy. They shared the same dreams. To live in... - [Story: Man with a Damaged Walking Stick](https://literaryyard.com/2015/02/04/story-man-with-a-damaged-walking-stick/): By: Tom Sheehan It was where the Dark Forest runs out of breath, not far from Xi Shuang Ban Na, and the Lan Cang River, pretending to be a thief, steals much of daylight’s silver. Here one morning I observed,... - [Poem: Slaughter](https://literaryyard.com/2015/02/03/poem-slaughter/): By: Priya Anand Dead bodies on the road Some prostrate and others still erect Line the ribonned highway to a metropolis Still a tenacious connect to the terra beneath Their ascent to the empyrean terminated by design Excoriated visages and... - [Story: Stuck in the Storm](https://literaryyard.com/2015/02/02/story-stuck-in-the-storm/): By: SA Libby The rain has been falling for days. So long his weary eyes can’t remember exactly where the roads lay under all those feet of muddy water. Planks of wood and shingles surf along the surface. Clothes and... - [Poem: Rabbits](https://literaryyard.com/2015/02/01/poem-rabbits/): By: Ed Krizek In the meadow at the edge of the wood a rabbit lies bleeding. Entrails devoured by a predator. Everything has to eat. At the final moment the little animal’s cries resound across the meadow. Worms and insects... - [Poem: God of My Mother](https://literaryyard.com/2015/02/01/poem-god-of-my-mother/): By: Ed Krizek My mother believed that after she died her spirit would live on forever with those of her lost loved ones. She would watch over me and my sister and hear the words we muttered to her presence... - [Story: Blind Men of Broadway](https://literaryyard.com/2015/01/31/story-blind-men-of-broadway/): By: Arthur Davis “My shoes are wet.” “You walk through a puddle and you expect them to be dry?” “I expect no more from you,” Abe said lowering himself onto the bench they resided on from noon to three every... - [Story: What colour is it?](https://literaryyard.com/2015/01/30/story-what-colour-is-it/): By: Tulika Bahuguna “How do you always wear it? Oh darling, whenever I see you I’m filled with pity!” She smiled at her old colleague. It was not new. It had become a part of her daily existence; people looking... - [Story: “Rising to the Occasion”](https://literaryyard.com/2015/01/29/story-rising-to-the-occasion/): By Austin Manchester While some journalists were overseas covering terrorists and revolutions, Clark Donovan was writing a story that people would only read while taking a shit or drinking their coffee. His editor demanded a story by that night about... - [Story: House Life](https://literaryyard.com/2015/01/28/story-house-life/): By: Michael C. Keith Haunted for ever by the eternal . –– William Wordsworth The house at 31 Hoover Street came into existence in the midst of the Great Depression. A Craftsman bungalow, it was constructed by L.V. Myerson Builders... - [My Account of Jaipur Literature Festival 2015](https://literaryyard.com/2015/01/28/my-account-of-jaipur-literature-festival-2015/): By: Gaurav Bist Traditional fuck-ups like ticket & train glitches, hotel & ID troubles, kabootars peeing &pooing all over me – Even my all-time favorite bitch fights between the girlfriend & the close friend who happened to be an attractive girl... - [Poem: heartless fox](https://literaryyard.com/2015/01/22/poem-heartless-fox/): By: Linda M Crate i fancied you an angel but i was wrong your halo is broken and your wings are black, the song on your lips is the blue lipped death you wish upon all your victims; and i... - [Poem: humanity and devils](https://literaryyard.com/2015/01/22/poem-humanity-and-devils/): By: Linda M. Crate every time i want to give up on humanity deem them all devils there’s always one random act of kindness that warms my heart, and i am forced to realize there is still some goodness in... - [Poem: my tapestry is my own](https://literaryyard.com/2015/01/22/poem-my-tapestry-is-my-own/): By: Linda M. Crate i linger when i know i should be gone because there is no other place for me to be, and i see their eyes judging me; but i have nowhere to go, it’s as if they... - [Non-fiction: Deadly Weapons](https://literaryyard.com/2015/01/22/non-fiction-deadly-weapons/): By: Ruth Z. Deming I drove over to the huge Barnes and Noble shopping center and parked by Heavenly Ham. As a Jew, forbidden to eat pork products as a kid, I developed a lusty appetite for bacon, pork chops, and... - [Story: The Fall](https://literaryyard.com/2015/01/18/story-the-fall/): By: Gaither Stewart (An unconscious reference to Albert Camus’ La Chute)   At first it had seemed that all of Ferdinando’s problems began when he tore the meniscuses in both knees when he jumped—he subsequently claimed—from a one-meter high stone... - [Non-fiction: Torso](https://literaryyard.com/2015/01/16/non-fiction-torso/): By: Milt Montague Milt and Evelyn were having an enjoyable afternoon as they wandered through the newly remodeled Sotheby’s Auction Galleries on East 72 Street and York Avenue, perusing all the items that would be up for auction in the... - [Non-fiction: Policeman](https://literaryyard.com/2015/01/16/non-fiction-policeman/): By: Milt Montague When Milt was very young his parents would, on special occasions, allow him to dress up in playsuits. In the period between the two world wars, playsuits and play acting for young children, especially boys, became popular.... - [Story: The Man Who Never Was](https://literaryyard.com/2015/01/15/story-the-man-who-never-was/): By: G. D. McFetridge The first day I took a long walk through town, the backdrop brought forth two clear impressions, one of which was destined to last over time while the other was constantly changing. Every day thereafter, I perceived... - [Jaipur Literature Festival returns to the historic Diggi Palace](https://literaryyard.com/2015/01/15/jaipur-literature-festival-returns-to-the-historic-diggi-palace/): For booklovers across the region, it is time to rejoice again! With the eight edition of the ZEE Jaipur Literature Festival scheduled to take place at historic Diggi Palace from 21 to 25 Jan, Jaipur again comes in to the... - [Poem: Phantoms of Death](https://literaryyard.com/2015/01/14/poem-phantoms-of-death/): By: Chandra S Dubey They came masqueraded like goblins, phantoms of death In some animated comics we had seen in thrill of joy Bodies covered , guns in their hands but souls naked, And then opened fire hitting our heads,... - [Agenda-setting programme for 2nd Jaipur BookMark announced](https://literaryyard.com/2015/01/14/agenda-setting-programme-for-2nd-jaipur-bookmark-announced/): The second edition of the Jaipur BookMark, a dynamic, agenda-setting platform for publishing professionals from across South Asia, is set to take place next week, running in parallel to the ZEE Jaipur Literature Festival. Established last year, the Jaipur BookMark... - [Civilized Ways: A poetic way of dealing with social issues](https://literaryyard.com/2015/01/14/civilized-ways-a-poetic-way-of-dealing-with-social-issues/): Always challenging society and complacency, Gary Beck shows a powerful perspective in his latest poetry collection, Civilized Ways. According to the press release, his style and heart come through honestly and pull you into the truth of his words. Through... - [Poem: there was a puppy](https://literaryyard.com/2015/01/13/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](https://literaryyard.com/2015/01/13/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,... - [Reading trends 2014 in India: Indian writing and New Delhi NCR tops](https://literaryyard.com/2015/01/12/reading-trends-2014-in-india-indian-writing-and-new-delhi-ncr-tops/): Amazon.in has released its annual Reading Trends Report of the year 2014 on its marketplace. I know some of us may say that this is a list of its sales figures for different cities in different categories. And it is, I also believe. There is... - [Poem: Still](https://literaryyard.com/2015/01/12/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: Mother’s Kind Hand and Two Masters](https://literaryyard.com/2015/01/12/poem-mothers-kind-hand-and-two-masters/): By: Pijush Kanti Deb It’s a well decorated stage yet may not be beautiful to all witnessing eyes and all of us are compelled to climb a flight of nine stairs up to reach the compulsory stage holding mother’s kind... - [Poem: A work call](https://literaryyard.com/2015/01/10/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](https://literaryyard.com/2015/01/09/poem-a-sensible-editors-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](https://literaryyard.com/2015/01/09/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](https://literaryyard.com/2015/01/09/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... - [Literature in Indian cinema is a key highlight of ZEE Jaipur Literature Festival 2015](https://literaryyard.com/2015/01/07/literature-in-indian-cinema-is-a-key-highlight-of-zee-jaipur-literature-festival-2015/): As the line between media blurs, literature and film narrative have become more seamless. This season, the ZEE Jaipur Literature Festival will unfold the mystery behind cinematic adaptations of literature, in the changing face of the Indian film industry that... - [Poem: Enlightenment](https://literaryyard.com/2015/01/07/poem-enlightenment/): By: Shilpa Jayshankar I brush away my abstract thoughts, That had ceased my ingenuity I free my fright, That had only hindered my chore I halt my fret about the un-enlightenment That had disallowed me from doing anything! I stop praying,... - [Poem: Crowd](https://literaryyard.com/2015/01/07/poem-crowd/): By: Neelam Singh Violent eyes Cunning comments Heart piercing growls Evil intent Gossip gossip gossip I struggled to stand Fingers pointed Tongues lashed Whipped I was Crucified to the end Death and life balanced me on each side I trod... - [Poem: Traveller's Diary](https://literaryyard.com/2015/01/05/poem-travellers-diary/): By: Debleena Majumdar   If you took a page From my travel diary, Would it dance nimbly Around the water’s edge On the beaches of Sri Lanka? Fly over the towers of New York? Float over the canals of Venice, Peep... - [Story: The Pillow](https://literaryyard.com/2015/01/05/story-the-pillow/): By: Adreyo Sen When the little girl was very little, her dearest possession was her pillow, a soft, shapeless thing of blue cotton. To her, its smell was the most beautiful thing in the world. The little girl carried her pillow... - [Poem: A Spring of Insane Blossoms](https://literaryyard.com/2015/01/02/poem-a-spring-of-insane-blossoms/): By: Arunima OP You had showered me with attention Took my hand and led me on From light to night, we walked Then you went missing in the dark Leaving me all alone In pursuit of your attention In torment, in... - [Poem: Suddenly she wrote](https://literaryyard.com/2015/01/02/poem-suddenly-she-wrote/): By: Mohammad Jashim Uddin Last night suddenly She wrote- ‘Certainly well? In order to keep well Once I had a firm intention. For that, I am walking though this way now. Once I couldn’t believe it but today everything is... - [Poem: Man is Mortal](https://literaryyard.com/2015/01/01/mortal-man/): By: Pijush Kanti Deb In my soft childhood my father, teachers and others- all were hard in saying to me, ‘’Man is mortal’’, I accepted looking at the kite flying in the sky. Now I am a confused adult made... - [The Poetic Work of Mourning: Tennyson’s In Memoriam as the Freudian Trauerarbeit](https://literaryyard.com/2015/01/01/the-poetic-work-of-mourning-tennysons-in-memoriam-as-the-freudian-trauerarbeit/): By: William Scott Harkey  The death of Lord Tennyson’s beloved friend Arthur Hallam yielded perhaps one of the most profound works of poetry and the most sorrowful elegies of commemoration in Western literature.  Within a matter of weeks after receiving word... - [Poem: Dear Tick](https://literaryyard.com/2014/12/31/poem-dear-tick/): By: F. Stanton Blake Dear tick like the herpes of the woods you seek to infect my life and vacation I’m not your intended prey and I am not out looking for you you take advantage of my desire to frolic... - [Poem: Bluefish](https://literaryyard.com/2014/12/31/poem-bluefish/): By: F. Stanton Blake The bluefish is a noble mighty beast not kingly like a lion or tuna not deadly like shark or puma you are a handsome fish rugged lines of muscle and power big brawny bodies mimic the pumped... - [Story: Levels](https://literaryyard.com/2014/12/30/story-levels/): By: Gaither Stewart   1. I find it curious that with the passage of time many former places of worship of various religions—cathedrals and temples, synagogues and mosques, or the pyramids in the jungles and deserts—change their nature and morph... - [Poem: menopause](https://literaryyard.com/2014/12/23/poem-menopause/): By: Sajan George suicide is not cowardice but a rare blinding act of pure will by a fearless mind insane though in its own lone ways it requires the agility alertness of a hunter the unwavering focus typical of those losing... - [A Book for the Century Past](https://literaryyard.com/2014/12/22/a-book-for-the-century-past/): By: Tom Sheehan In time much of what we know fades away, moves away, continually moves around us, blinking and scattering, but with a breath of air touches back. It’s a face, a name, a childhood haunt in momentary dispose,... - [Story: The Long Walk Home](https://literaryyard.com/2014/12/18/story-the-long-walk-home/): By: JP Miller The day after I arrived in the Nam, I was immediately choppered out to Camp Radcliffe in An Khe where we were tasked to run operations in the central highlands as support for infantry units. I was... - [Poem: Catharsis](https://literaryyard.com/2014/12/18/poem-catharsis/): By: Paulo Lorenzo L. Garcia Silence Falls from your lips In little quantities Dripped with a distant hum Of disconcordant whispers The staccato of your voice Winds around my neck Stifling me From my desire for rhythm The words have... - [Poem: Wanderlust](https://literaryyard.com/2014/12/18/poem-wanderlust/): By: Paulo Lorenzo L. Garcia By the cliff overlooking the sea Where the waters lick the sand My shadow is cast Stretching out its invisible hand The weather is fair But my fickle friends are leaving Coaxed by wanton winds, ever... - [Poem: Ode To The Midnight Meanderer](https://literaryyard.com/2014/12/18/poem-ode-to-the-midnight-meanderer/): By: Paulo Lorenzo L. Garcia Her mind meanders Through fair and starless clime And may no other thought keep hither Than the taste of love sublime This moment’s preoccupation A Feat no man’s control But to savor sorrow and passion At... - [Poem: Maiden of the river](https://literaryyard.com/2014/12/12/poem-maiden-of-the-river/): By: Linda M. Crate perhaps i am but a mad poet but they say crows lurk where faeries are and crows always follow me, i wonder how many faeries have watched my step or danced in my gradens; sometimes i... - [Poem: Child of the dragons](https://literaryyard.com/2014/12/12/poem-child-of-the-dragons/): By: Linda M. Crate i’ve seen the dragons they come out at night when everyone is sleeping drift through the clouds with their eyes large as the moon, and they watch me underneath an audience of stars but they never... - [Story: The Absence](https://literaryyard.com/2014/12/12/story-the-absence/): By: Adreyo Sen When she was five, she was a brave little boy, addicted to Gi Joe, who dreamt of earning his father’s gratitude by saving him from terrorists.  She was in love with her pretty English teacher.             When... - [Poem: I invited her to hang out](https://literaryyard.com/2014/12/04/poem-i-invited-her-to-hang-out/): By: Donald Buhl-Brown I invited her over tonight, to hang out I said. The trash is overflowing in my bins, my clothes are littered across my floor. More dirty than clean, the same for the clothes on my body. I shouldn’t... - [Poem: The man in a neatly tailored suit](https://literaryyard.com/2014/12/04/poem-the-man-in-a-neatly-tailored-suit/): A man walked by and through a dusty window I saw him. He was wearing a perfectly tailored suit. The woman whispered to each other. “Look at him.” “I know, he’s so put together right?” “What I’d do for a... - [Animal Sacrifice at Gadhimai Temple Goes On Despite Protests](https://literaryyard.com/2014/12/01/animal-sacrifice-at-gadhimai-temple-goes-on-despite-protests/): The Government of Nepal and the Gadhimai Temple have been strongly criticized for failing to stop the sacrifice of tens of thousands of animals at this year’s festival, despite a legal and moral obligation to act. Animal protection groups Humane... - [Poem: Four Passages](https://literaryyard.com/2014/11/29/poem-four-passages/): By Ruth Towne 1. I’m white-knuckled, twisted away from the window, eyes closed, lips tight, tighter at take-off. I’m terminally internally talking to myself—either up or down if we happen to be flying or that other f-word—saying, We’re not falling... - [Poem: The Search](https://literaryyard.com/2014/11/28/poem-the-search/): By: Adreyo Sen When I woke up in the morning, You were gone. I looked for You everywhere. I went to the temple, but You were not there. I went to the mosque, but they said You were long gone. I... - [Poem: rain rain go away come back another day](https://literaryyard.com/2014/11/25/poem-rain-rain-go-away-come-back-another-day/): By: Reese Scott when its dark after turning on all the lights on opening up all the blinds and there is no rain snow or clouds just black and movies loose their pictures music loose their sound and books have... - [Poem: Jamesie](https://literaryyard.com/2014/11/25/poem-jamesie/): By: Tom Sheehan Friends found Jamesie by dark tracks, between home and the last-pint draught of wine from a pseudo-canteen soldered firmly to his hip, the left, where stray shot from fanatic Hun bore in. Beside the silver rail they... - [Poem: Consequences](https://literaryyard.com/2016/03/03/poem-consequences/): By: Linda M Crate i am a moon child sensitive and kind emotional and deep loony and lunar, but like my moon mother i also have a dark side; can become a wolf tear you to pieces for all the... - [Poem: Thanks for asking](https://literaryyard.com/2016/03/03/poem-thanks-for-asking/): By: Linda M Crate there’s such judgment in your eyes i know you couldn’t possibly be a friend you’re too willing to jump down my throat and pull taut the wings of my dreams until they cut and crumble upon... - [Poem: The dreamer's revenge](https://literaryyard.com/2016/03/03/poem-the-dreamers-revenge/): By: Linda M Crate the soft whisper of my voice is like a rustling of leaves people are always trying to talk over me with the roars of their ocean, but they do not tend to their birds that’s always... - [Poem: Who are You?](https://literaryyard.com/2016/03/02/poem-who-are-you/): By: Pijush Kanti Deb The inevitable searching season Starts its reactive actions on the crowd But in the blind age only Keeping two luminous witnesses The Sun and the Moon In one hand And in other Compelling the eyes To... - [Poem: Limited Means and Unlimited Longings](https://literaryyard.com/2016/03/02/poem-limited-means-and-unlimited-longings/): By: Pijush Kanti Deb How long is the tape of longings? Unlimited- the prompt hereditary answer Revealing One of the childish ideas We conceive and feel proud of While Counting stops itself very soon in measuring The limited means of... - [Story: Trastevere: Three Beautiful Women and a Poet](https://literaryyard.com/2016/02/29/story-trastevere-three-beautiful-women-and-a-poet/): By: Gaither Stewart Her two roommates, Piera and Paola, reconstructed that Priscilla had been missing since noon on December 31. To the police agents twenty-four hours did not sound like a long absence but for Piera and Paola it was... - [Homeland](https://literaryyard.com/2016/02/29/homeland/): By:: Gaither Stewart The parable is told of the boiling of a frog. If you put it in boiling water the frog will jump out as soon as it feels the heat. But if you put it in cold water... - [Poem: Hit and Run](https://literaryyard.com/2016/02/26/poem-hit-and-run/): By: Janna Vought When I hit the windshield, I think about laundry in the dryer, chicken for dinner thawing on the counter—my daughters. I land in the space between the nothing, tangled up in my headphone wires. My body shatters, pieces... - [Poem: Blood Countess](https://literaryyard.com/2016/02/26/poem-blood-countess/): By: Janna Vought Elizabeth Báthory, 1560-1614, history’s most prolific serial killer, accused of torturing and killing hundreds of young women, then bathing in her victim’s blood. I’m shadow, a symbol cast to paper. I’m myth ravaged by hungry heat, bloated with... - [Poem: Seiko](https://literaryyard.com/2016/02/25/poem-seiko/): By: William Ogden Haynes Today I found my father’s old wristwatch. The battery was finally dead, although it probably lasted about a year longer than he did, dependably counting the minutes in case someone wanted to glance at the correct time.... - [Poem: A Yankee Shops for a Used Car in Alabama, 1975](https://literaryyard.com/2016/02/25/poem-a-yankee-shops-for-a-used-car-in-alabama-1975/): By: William Ogden Haynes I was a young professor with a newly-minted doctorate driving south from Ohio to work at Auburn University. I pulled my old Chevy into a used car dealership and before I could get out of the car,... - [Story: The Boy Who Cried Help](https://literaryyard.com/2016/02/23/story-the-boy-who-cried-help/): By: Sasheera Gounden I I was sitting in the waiting room with fear soaking my armpits leaving a trail of odour behind. The many eyes surrounding my retina were repugnant. People tend to judge you if you’re a bit strange. I,... - [Poem: Early Birds](https://literaryyard.com/2016/02/22/poem-early-birds-2/): By: Ruth Asch The trees in silhouette, laid flat by grey light: old keepsakes, dry and frail, pressed on a page of sky. Only one blot – twigs knotted, lodged aslant; a reckless crafting, proffered to the winds or hungry eye.... - [Poem: Replica](https://literaryyard.com/2016/02/22/poem-replica/): By: Ruth Asch They are rebuilding proud Palmyra from kebab-sticks, (the pride of peoples, razed to dust.) One can no longer sit by a temple wall to write of doubt, from ramparts satirize the world of power; party, or paint a... - [Poem: All in the Bunker Family](https://literaryyard.com/2016/02/19/poem-all-in-the-bunker-family/): By: Chuck Orloski Midnight in D.C. – Smithsonian museum glass glare, no one around but for security cameras. The Bunker family stayed up late, emerged from bunker, and took seats upon favorite chairs. Archie’s politics stunk for Edith, she actually “pulled... - [Story: The Double](https://literaryyard.com/2016/02/19/story-the-double/): By: Lee Oleson When Coco was fourteen Marco, his father, was shot dead in a robbery. Marco was working behind the counter in a corner grocery when there was a stick up. After the thief took the money he didn’t... - [Poem: Carnival](https://literaryyard.com/2016/02/16/poem-carnival/): By: Sasheera Gounden Upon the carousel To meet friends, family But most of all, You Pinks, blues and that of the colour bile Of static combed clouds dispersed in filthy rotunda traps Clay men hold moons Of catfish, Coney and sausage... - [Poem: The Rebel in Conversation](https://literaryyard.com/2016/02/15/poem-the-rebel-in-conversation/): By: Ben Nardolilli You will not flinch over anything, it’s clear, You speak to me of the dick and the clit, But you can get clinical too, Conversing on the vagina and the penis, With no deference for the vas... - [Poem: Additional Means](https://literaryyard.com/2016/02/15/poem-additional-means/): By: Ben Nardolilli In every heart of this generation is a burned over district, I have found mine, have you found yours? But we can afford lifestyle merchandise, which should be enough despite the trickle down drought We are restless,... - [Poem: Careless Rock Surprise](https://literaryyard.com/2016/02/15/poem-careless-rock-surprise/): By: Ben Nardolilli This dance of logorrhea scares me up from the floor, when people cast limp feet from side to side until sneakers and heels matriculate in unison, the result of poor eye and ear coordination. Let the host play... - [Mobile Phones: Are they a Bane or a Blessing?](https://literaryyard.com/2016/02/10/mobile-phones-are-they-a-bane-or-a-blessing/): By: Indunil Madhusankha It is a singularly striking fact that modern man is in a whirlwind of technological wonders and innovations with a never ending zeal for enhancing the comforts of his living. At a time when the world is charged... - [Poem: Little Things](https://literaryyard.com/2016/02/09/poem-little-things/): By: David Ogana It takes lots of guts To fight my father The father insect. knowing well, he is a butterfly, i leave him stick to my shirt to fly me east or west south or north or either west of... - [Poem: i must be king](https://literaryyard.com/2016/02/08/poem-i-must-be-king/): By: Linda M Crate   caught in a reflection of my past my fingers can’t break through the glass to the reality for i fear the pain of it, and i know i must overcome this nightmare if i’m ever... - [Poem: Women aren't weak, you are](https://literaryyard.com/2016/02/08/poem-women-arent-weak-you-are/): By: Linda M Crate you try to tell me that i’m weak that i’m only a woman, only a girl emotions will always get in the way; but you don’t understand that loyalty, love, and compassion are strengths not weaknesses;... - [Poem: i survived](https://literaryyard.com/2016/02/08/poem-i-survived/): By: Linda M Crate for so long i allowed myself to be haunted hunted, hounded by memories of the past that i refused to let go; they cut me like the shrapnel of your sharp words thrust into me like... - [The Fiction Writer And The Biographer](https://literaryyard.com/2016/02/08/the-fiction-writer-and-the-biographer/): By: Gaither Stewart I just read the novel, EUPHORIA, by the young American writer, Lily King, a TOP TEN BOOK OF THE YEAR in 2014, published by Grove Press, New York. Readers of this article do not have to worry;... - [Story: The Thief in the Old Bungalow](https://literaryyard.com/2016/02/07/story-the-thief-in-the-old-bungalow/): By: Antara Roy Oruganti It was an old bungalow on a hill. In and around it, there was much to see, much to hear, and much to love; especially on sunny, summer days. Less of a standing structure, and more of... - [“Not By Bread Alone”: Concerning Dostoevsky’s Grand Inquisitor](https://literaryyard.com/2016/02/06/not-by-bread-alone-concerning-dostoevskys-grand-inquisitor/): By: Gaither Stewart  (The essay was first published The Greanville Post) In the first line of Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoevsky’s famous “poem”, often referred to as “the Legend of the Grand Inquisitor”, Ivan Karamazov says to his brother Alyosha that a preface... - [Poem: Pictures](https://literaryyard.com/2016/02/05/poem-pictures/): By: Sunil Sharma A piece of yellow Sun-light Glinting Outside the Apartment-window Of my son in Aarhus, Denmark, And The earlier glittering snow, Take me there Where I cannot Immediately go; I feel lifted up, Transported there, Instantly, And play in... - [Story: The Curtain](https://literaryyard.com/2016/02/05/story-the-curtain/): By: Revathi Suresh She’d finally murdered the darned thing. Shaila stared at the red that had pooled in a corner of the bathroom floor, her nose wrinkling at the strong metallic odour. With her thumb and forefinger she pulled gingerly... - [The Man-Machine and Living-Death: A Poetic Critique of D.H. Lawrence](https://literaryyard.com/2016/02/04/the-man-machine-and-living-death-a-poetic-critique-of-d-h-lawrence/): By: Robert Yee Throughout his literary career, David Herbert (D.H.) Lawrence wrote plays, novels, letters, and poems that elaborated upon his personal beliefs about society and opinions concerning his outlook on life. In particular, his collection of poems expounds upon... - [Story: A Russian New Years Eve Baby's Blown Birthday](https://literaryyard.com/2016/02/03/story-a-russian-new-years-eve-babys-blown-birthday/): By: Chuck Orloski A few hours after an armed holdup Wednesday morning (January 13, 2016) at a downtown Scranton-based Community Bank, I drove my school bus very carefully down a very icy East Mountain road. Every time I applied air brakes... - [Story: The Clinic](https://literaryyard.com/2016/02/03/story-the-clinic/): By: Rick Edelstein Please sit, Dr. Jiminez. Good to meet you finally Dr. Eslinger. So, how was your flight, do you find your apartment suitable, Zurich is such a long way from New York, sleep off the jet-lag, and that... - [Poem: Hummingbird](https://literaryyard.com/2016/02/02/poem-hummingbird/): By: Robert A. Davies A hummingbird is at the window! My heart beats an extra stroke. I watch it hover, dart bump into a blossom, my heart bumping also, Drone! elegantly fashioned to target tomorrow you or me. - [Poem: The Call](https://literaryyard.com/2016/02/02/poem-the-call/): By: Robert A. Davies tik tik, the winter wren answers. It comes closer tik holds still for me. I note its eye-brow, white black dots in a row on its brown folded wings — no visit complete without this tiny scene.... - [Poem: Hypochondriac](https://literaryyard.com/2016/02/01/poem-hypochondriac/): By: Holly Day She had perfect teeth, possibly because she never ate anything complicated, eschewed anything too spicy or heavy, or foreign, as she would never say aloud but we both knew what she meant when she watched me cook... - [Poem: 12](https://literaryyard.com/2016/02/01/poem-12/): By: Holly Day I spent most of my pre-teen years in small towns in Nebraska, with parents who were hard-core hippies, and I was truly a product of my upbringing. I publicly despised television, which, of course, we did not... - [Poem: A Representation From the Anterior Aspect of the Bones of the Human Body](https://literaryyard.com/2016/02/01/poem-a-representation-from-the-anterior-aspect-of-the-bones-of-the-human-body/): By: Holly Day The skeleton stands by an open hole, freshly dug leans on its spade and mourns the loss of its skin. Just days before, a riot of fibrous nerves and thick lobes of muscle wrapped it tight in... - [Poem: Konzentrationslager](https://literaryyard.com/2016/02/01/poem-konzentrationslager/): By: Sasheera Mehrani Gounden Insipid palate of the moon For celestial lunar lips to part and reveal the tongue of Neptune The intrusive starling of star, Beckons beyond the windowsill Pygmy pristine limp fish cling to fishing rods Like sticky pegged... - [Poem: My Son and I](https://literaryyard.com/2016/01/30/poem-my-son-and-i/): By: Mary P. Douglas My son and I, we live each other’s lives. She said, “That’s good. You can relate.” That’s not the words that came to this mother’s mind. My son and I, we live each other’s lives. We... - [Poem: The Invisible Girl](https://literaryyard.com/2016/01/30/poem-the-invisible-girl/): By: Mary P. Douglas  There is no rhyme or reason For the ups and downs For the swirling thoughts in my head Racing so fast Obsessing by day Waking at night Happy, sad, elated, depressed Anxiety, agitation, anger I hate them... - [Poem: Demons](https://literaryyard.com/2016/01/30/poem-demons/): By: Mary P. Douglas  Incessant dark thoughts destroying the mind, Turbulent battles for demise, Sudden awareness, The voices are mine, Struggling to halt, Defenseless to control, Demons are winning the war. - [Poem: Silent Treatment](https://literaryyard.com/2016/01/30/poem-silent-treatment/): By: April Mae M. Berza Once again, my father punished me with silence for lack of respect though what he fears most is lack of love. The silent wall disciplines me for an hour or two. It does not blame... - [Poem: Voice](https://literaryyard.com/2016/01/30/poem-voice/): By: April Mae M. Berza Verses of paeans twined around my neck as the arrow of Eros knocked profound emotions, passion out of the depths, beyond bounds of men. Of all the most bewitching chants and spells, her song is... - [Story: Directions to America](https://literaryyard.com/2016/01/30/story-directions-to-america/): By: Michael C. Keith They’ve all come to look for America. –– Paul Simon After considering how to get me across town to where I was to meet up with a colleague, the hotel doorman decided it was easier just... - [A Long-War Strategy for the Left](https://literaryyard.com/2016/01/29/a-long-war-strategy-for-the-left/): By: William T. Hathaway As the viciousness of capitalism engulfs ever more of us, our yearnings for change are approaching desperation. The system’s current leader, Barack Obama, has shown us that the only change we can believe in is what... - [Reading the Concept of ‘Global Village’](https://literaryyard.com/2016/01/29/reading-the-concept-of-global-village/): By: Indunil Madhusankha It is a quite indisputable truism that modern man has begun to emerge victorious in diverse areas of human activities in a tremendously influential attempt of clamouring to enter the information age thereby exploring boundaries beyond the... - [Review: Nameless by Sana Rafiq-Mitchell](https://literaryyard.com/2016/01/29/review-nameless-by-sana-rafiq-mitchell/): By: Ali Znaidi Sana Rafiq-Mitchell opens her collection with “If poetry is an eruption volcanic”. This may be the gist or the manifesto of the book. Nomenclature is important because mortality is associated with being nameless. One also realizes that... - [Poem: i'll expose you](https://literaryyard.com/2016/01/22/poem-ill-expose-you/): By: Linda M Crate i know you’re the genius, and i’m just the mad hatter; you’re the white knight i am the blackest of nights— tell me something that i don’t know everything that falls from your lips is the... - [Poem: Harbinger of light](https://literaryyard.com/2016/01/22/poem-harbinger-of-light/): By: Linda M Crate broken halos of light fall upon the darkness you left me in all i wanted was to hold your hand because you were the rainbow of my heart, but you stole away the light and stars... - [Poem: An Odd Bird](https://literaryyard.com/2016/01/21/poem-an-odd-bird/): By: Learnmore Edwin Zvada Bad and bad ’tis true of that old bloke In this neighborhood, he remained an estranged fella The November rains signaled his lengthy ordeal His memories they were tucked ashore Somewhere in Cashel valley they say Such... - [Poem: Dispirited Soul](https://literaryyard.com/2016/01/21/poem-dispirited-soul/): By: Learnmore Edwin Zvada You come down on me With an incessant inrush of fists that disables my jaw The lips you used to kiss, darling, you have bruised The body you used to caress is defaced and mottled Now you... - [Poem: The Window is Shut For Ever](https://literaryyard.com/2016/01/20/poem-the-window-is-shut-for-ever/): By: Pijush Kanti Deb She is going out witnessing a brighter heaven through her babbling friend– the open window of her kitchen, stepping her restless left foot out of my egalitarian door- leading to a hell for her, I believe,... - [Poem: In a Golden Shinny Morning](https://literaryyard.com/2016/01/20/poem-in-a-golden-shinny-morning/): By: Pijush Kanti Deb A dogmatic cloud carries on its lunatic falling cats and dogs on an innocuous dream maybe of yours or mine, for a shinny morning for the dormant to see and mould their days till it catches... - [Story: Black Jack Mulrain, Mercenary](https://literaryyard.com/2016/01/20/story-black-jack-mulrain-mercenary/): By: Tom Sheehan Blackjack Paul Mulrain realizes he’s swinging these days through a vortex of thoughts and memories. It takes a toll, he knows. But he’s been here before; the past never letting go, the future waiting its turn. “Here... - [Poem: Porcelain Doll](https://literaryyard.com/2016/01/19/poem-porcelain-doll/): By: Sasheera Mehrani Gounden Beauty encased is picturesque Cloudbursts exalt to kneel Celestial memories Pestiferous insectile lips part, black hole agape A flimsy black-laced frock slumps to the floor, a minacious apparition Eyeballs repose on a lit pyre Shards of porcelain... - [Poem: Alluring Stranger](https://literaryyard.com/2016/01/19/poem-alluring-stranger/): By: Sasheera Mehrani Gounden Masses of spider-webbed head Cascade over Chinese silk sheets I sometimes wonder what you think A breakfast of larvae awaits Along with remnants of father While pieces of meat are seduced by seaweed Upon the crimson planet... - [Story: “TOWN WHORE”](https://literaryyard.com/2016/01/18/story-town-whore/): By: Jerry Mullins  Well just about everybody has heard that old saying, “Nervous as the town whore at a church picnic”. Now I can tell you about that, because it happened to me. I know all about that situation. I... - [Poem: Nothingness is Fractal](https://literaryyard.com/2016/01/16/poem-nothingness-is-fractal/): By: Sudeep Adhikari The garden of lovelorn mist flowers the airy spaceships made of stainless steel and a pocketful of silver, mixed with few multiverses of cobalt blue. I saw UFOs of weird shapes hanging on the ether like the... - [Poem: Cloud Nothingness](https://literaryyard.com/2016/01/16/poem-cloud-nothingness/): By: Sudeep Adhikari Solitary, stoic silent and stoned a god stands tall with his fractal emptiness; green, saffron and vermillion red melting on his mighty chest while the sleep-walking witch sways in aqueous ecstasy her silty mist of lust and love pervades the effulgent infinity of... - [Poem: Pillow talk](https://literaryyard.com/2016/01/14/poem-pillow-talk/): By: Chuck Orloski Charlie, Delilah Mae Glutz, and me Prologue: Tabloid excitement prevails throughout America, for example, the times when an aging star, a businessman, or more often a politician, jilts a time worn wife for the sexual delights of a... - [Poem: Cute](https://literaryyard.com/2016/01/13/poem-cute/): By: Rachel Schmieder-Gropen I tell her I love her and she does not call me cute. She says I am brave, says I am kind, refuses to boil me down into a shiny pink pill ripe for forgetting. This, I think,... - [Poem: Parting the Red Sea](https://literaryyard.com/2016/01/13/poem-parting-the-red-sea/): By: Rachel Schmieder-Gropen Sandals torn loose. Feet slipping over sharp stones. Frozen seaweed hanging heavy in my nose. Sea-road, cave-dark, flashing with the firefly lights of fish scales and torches burning low. Behind me, fire, violence, cries; above me, still saltwater... - [Poem: I Wish…](https://literaryyard.com/2016/01/12/poem-i-wish/): By: Susan Speranza I wish I could fly back, back through time And, cell by cell, unmake myself. Before my father’s eye held hers in a lifelong promise, Before that smile graced my mother’s lips. Before the kiss and their... - [Poem: To Far Away](https://literaryyard.com/2016/01/10/poem-to-far-away/): By: Denny E. Marshall Board time machine to greatest show Beginning, too watch the big bang Plus view remnants of afterglow Board time machine to greatest show Seats to far away to spot glow As creations first doorbell rang Board time... - [Poem: Flash](https://literaryyard.com/2016/01/10/poem-flash/): By: Denny E. Marshall Roar of the lion Locked inside the pen Drips of tears like paint Peel away after time Layer after layer Rains deep from the sky Neither clear outside Nor a single cloud Choice of few words Or... - [Poem: Dimension Deal](https://literaryyard.com/2016/01/10/poem-dimension-deal/): By: Denny E. Marshall Dimension earth is in At best, a wild guess Place molecules touch land Binding shuffle of long draw Would lucks face change If wheel stops on seven Secrets universes hand holds One day to unfold in pairs - [War And The Wonder Of Wolves](https://literaryyard.com/2016/01/09/war-and-the-wonder-of-wolves/): By: Raymond Greiner  The history of warfare and the design of war, we are familiar with during this stage of human development, began in earnest after human living design distanced itself from the long time hunter-gatherer format. Sumer, in the... - [Poem: Father in a Box](https://literaryyard.com/2016/01/09/poem-father-in-a-box/): By: Janna Vought Daddy’s dying, doesn’t know my name. Machines next to the bed hum him a lullaby. A fly escapes through an open window, into the unnatural bright day. How did we get here? I used to be young. Now,... - [Poem: The Reckoning](https://literaryyard.com/2016/01/09/poem-the-reckoning/): By: Janna Vought The world is wrong about me I’m a genius, broken girl sprung from Hell. Hell, where nectar flows from stone flowers and blackened apples shine. There are no humans here, only ghosts and shadows. Descend slowly, dark angel,... - [Poem: Beauty](https://literaryyard.com/2016/01/07/poem-beauty/): By: Zunayet Ahammed i Beauty captivates me Not you I discern Beauty is skinned deep Subject to degeneration and decay Yet you feel proud of it Mysterious! ii You adorn yourself every day with softness, pearly whiteness, tenderness and the grace... - [Poem: A Bird of Nothingness](https://literaryyard.com/2016/01/07/poem-a-bird-of-nothingness/): By: Zunayet Ahammed For her impulses intensified We poured and didn’t pour light Into her shadowy recollection Saying all this She faded away Like time flower But doesn’t she pass away afar Making us paranoid More passionately forever? She exists Like... - [Poem: The Struggle For Existence](https://literaryyard.com/2016/01/07/poem-the-struggle-for-existence/): By: Pijush Kanti Deb The tree is too generous to hide its helplessness and the golden creeper is opportunist to accomplish its earthly compulsion- ‘’The struggle for existence’’. Here, as the difference is significant and debatable too so accountable is... - [Poem: Where is The Ladder?](https://literaryyard.com/2016/01/07/poem-where-is-the-ladder/): By Pijush Kanti Deb My old father shouts at me, ‘’Where is the ladder?’’ and throws me too into his spring time to witness a sweet flashback where, the shamefulness and fear are seen climbing a ladder to reach up... - [Poem: Dreams only work if you do](https://literaryyard.com/2016/01/06/poem-dreams-only-work-if-you-do/): By: Linda M Crate the crows follow me remind me to give wings to my dreams make them a reality, and it must suck to be you standing in monuments of moments that you mean to forget; always buried in... - [Poem: shedding pettiness](https://literaryyard.com/2016/01/06/poem-shedding-pettiness/): By: Linda M Crate i have always tempered my tongue before i spoke to remain tactful and kind, but sometimes it’s so tempting to become like the monsters in my life simply ripping people apart with their tongue; but then... - [Poem: Angel Trumpet](https://literaryyard.com/2016/01/06/poem-angel-trumpet/): By: Tamara White I She sits And waits. The Angel Trumpet of the Bar Her bloom is full, her vibrant coloring flawless. No sharp edges just soft lines flowing seamlessly together to create her seductiveness. Waist is narrow like a delicate... - [Story: Shots](https://literaryyard.com/2016/01/06/story-shots/): By: Bob Kalkreuter The shots were sudden and clear, crisp as breaking sticks. Gary Eason flinched. For a moment Stewart’s lips got pale, his eyes went wild, and he muttered, “Goddamn…” They were both in Gary’s boat. Gary was fishing, but... - [Story: The Transfer](https://literaryyard.com/2016/01/04/story-the-transfer/): By: Tom Sheehan They kicked in then, at sight of the wild-eyed gunman on the Greyhound bus moving into Vermont and on to Canada, my other lives, the separate and strange ones, spinning back through me, each one of them,... - [Poem: A Lost Face and then Some](https://literaryyard.com/2016/01/04/poem-a-lost-face-and-then-some/): By: Tom Sheehan When asked to read to celebrate my new book of memoirs, I let the audience enter the cubicle from where the work came. I told them: I’ll celebrate with you by telling you what I know, how... - [The Self-Made Literary Agent](https://literaryyard.com/2015/12/30/the-self-made-literary-agent/): By: Larry Lefkowitz in obtaining a publisher for my novel, I decided to take matters in hand: I would become my own literary agent. I debated about the name – as literary agent for my novel. I decided on Flavian Zorbach... - [Story: When Aqua Man Meets Blaze Man and Gets Pissed](https://literaryyard.com/2015/12/29/story-when-aqua-man-meets-blaze-man-and-gets-pissed/): By: Michael C. Keith If you battle monsters, you don’t always become a monster. But you aren’t entirely human anymore, either. –– Jonathan Maberry We were in our getaway rental six miles up from State Road 359 when we heard... - [Poem: A Mother Repents](https://literaryyard.com/2015/12/29/poem-a-mother-repents/): By: Indunil Madhusankha With her head lent against the front post of the shack, she plunges into freakishly terrible concentration Dumbfounded and as still as the motionless stump Her mouth is open in blighting apprehension The fear that tortures her... - [Poem: A Mother and Her Son](https://literaryyard.com/2015/12/29/poem-a-mother-and-her-son/): By: Indunil Madhusankha  We have an āchchi in the neighbourhood She has a son fitting to be called a highly dedicated son She sweats out from morning till night cooking, washing, sweeping and cleaning She performs all the daily chores Her... - [Story: C-r-r-r-a-a-a-c-k-k-k!](https://literaryyard.com/2015/12/29/story-c-r-r-r-a-a-a-c-k-k-k/): By: Tom Sheehan Leaping from his chair, arms raised in a sign of total surrender to the sound that he thought will most likely come with the same horrific resonance when the whole damned universe breaks in half, Carlos Penez... - [Story: Scram](https://literaryyard.com/2015/12/28/story-scram/): By: William T. Hathaway My dad was cheating on mom. I saw him and his girl friend at a disco, dancing and kissing. She was plump and plain, not much older than me, the kind who’d probably have to take... - [Story: The Right Thing to Do](https://literaryyard.com/2015/12/28/story-the-right-thing-to-do/): By: Gaither Stewart Someone was playing the piano in the far room. High laughter and shouts and shrieks sounded from the corridor. Near him there was a generalized swishing of expensive silks to the sound of cocktail chatter. Over the... - [Poem: Emotion](https://literaryyard.com/2015/12/26/poem-emotion/): By: Anca Mihaela Bruma Each of your Emotion, tears the Time’s tactile sense!… Inside this bi-polar Existence… With unspoken words, floating within spaces… Each of your Emotion, Has a different season!… But I found a Place, to raise the Punctuation… where... - [From Aphrodite to Athena: From Feminine to Feminist](https://literaryyard.com/2015/12/26/from-aphrodite-to-athena-from-feminine-to-feminist/): By: Anca Mihaela Bruma A woman can be a variety of archetypes from the embodiment of compassion and mercy, to the personification of wisdom and cold analysis. In these modern times, women need to feel empowered, and not defined by their... - [Poem: Night](https://literaryyard.com/2015/12/25/poem-night/): By: Joan McNerney Slides under door jambs pouring through windows painting my room black. This evening was spent watching old movies. Song and dance actors looping through gay, improbable plots. All my plates are put away, cups hanging on hooks.... - [Poem: Scarves](https://literaryyard.com/2015/12/25/poem-scarves/): By: Joan McNerney  I want to make scarves from the sky. Since I’m not much of a seamstress, here’s hoping it won’t be too hard. To start I’ll just pick up a fleecy white cloud to cover my neck. Maybe create... - [Story: To be a stranger](https://literaryyard.com/2015/12/25/story-to-be-a-stranger/): By: Gaither Stewart Wearing a beige suede jacket and a blue beret low over his right ear, James Frederick Dellinger stepped out onto his porch and looked around uncertainly at the new day. Clamping his aged leather satchel under his... - [Story: The Secret Talent of Frederick De Souza](https://literaryyard.com/2015/12/25/story-the-secret-talent-of-frederick-de-souza/): By: Debraj Bhattacharya At the National Library there are usually three types of readers. The students from the University campus as well as from other parts of the city and the research scholars coming from different parts of the world form... - [Poem: Trapped within](https://literaryyard.com/2015/12/21/poem-trapped-within/): By: Neelam Singh The night falls Upon my deprived grief-stricken soul Every soul retires for the night, my pretense of rest still lies abound Turmoil of emotions swells up like waves What to do, what will I see next? Lay... - [Poem: A Reconstruction of Amy Lowell's "Red Slippers"](https://literaryyard.com/2015/12/20/poem-a-reconstruction-of-amy-lowells-red-slippers/): By: Helen Gavoe Red pods hanging from the rafters. When they finally bloom, Will they fill the room with crimson perfume, Salmon lining exposed like a spreading vulva, Blood red freckles trailing down from the scarlet core? Vermillion stigma awaiting... - [Story: Sisters Mine](https://literaryyard.com/2015/12/20/story-sisters-mine/): By: Helen Gavoe Moonbeam path beckons, offering the illusion of walking on water into infinity. Ripple waves caress the sands at my feet bouncing moonbeams to blind my eyes and they appear. They call to me from the edge of... - [Poem: Scarred but beautiful](https://literaryyard.com/2015/12/18/poem-scarred-but-beautiful/): By: Linda M Crate you said i was cute when i’m mad well, am i gorgeous now that i’m ripping every part of your ego to shreds? am i stunning now that i am burning with all the feathers of... - [Poem: i matter also](https://literaryyard.com/2015/12/18/poem-i-matter-also/): By: Linda M Crate people always want me to help them, but they don’t seem to care no matter how hard i’m struggling; and i am done feeding the disloyal people from my hand will use the same hand that... - [Poem: i will be me no matter who it offends](https://literaryyard.com/2015/12/18/poem-i-will-be-me-no-matter-who-it-offends/): By: Linda M Crate they all stand there with judgment in their eyes, and i know they all want me to stop believing in my dreams to simply stand in line do as i’m told only be seen and never... - [Story: But Words Will Never Harm Me](https://literaryyard.com/2015/12/17/story-but-words-will-never-harm-me/): By: Michael C. Keith I try to deny myself illusions or delusions, and I think that this perhaps entitles me to try and deny the same to others, as long as they refuse to keep their fantasies to themselves.    ––... - [Poem: the fragrance of love](https://literaryyard.com/2015/06/09/poem-the-fragrance-of-love/): By: Linda M. Crate i like to wear the thoughts of stars and trees on my sleeves, but no one understands they all scoff at the ideas that flutter like butterflies through the sun filled forest of my soul deep... - [Poem: the cure i cannot have](https://literaryyard.com/2015/06/09/poem-the-cure-i-cannot-have/): By: Linda M. Crate my love for you is random and unexpected seems too excessive when her lips are the ones that kiss you to sleep, and still i long to be your ocean the one that washes away your... - [Poem: broken doll](https://literaryyard.com/2015/06/09/poem-broken-doll/): By: Linda M. Crate sun drenched hair ocean washed heart soul of flower crowns she shoulders memories no one else can bear, and sometimes when she cries the walls tremble with her as she falls vertigo rising everything sounds like... - [Poem: How can it last?](https://literaryyard.com/2015/06/08/poem-how-can-it-last/): By: Nicole R. Sander Please, please, please tell me, I want to know. How can you expect anything to last, throughout this series of moments in this journey that won’t end. After now, right now, everything has shifted. Just an... - [Story: The Snake-watcher](https://literaryyard.com/2015/06/08/story-the-snake-watcher/): By: Douglas J. Ogurek “Love your neighbor as yourself.” – Luke 10:27 Troy Farlander They have a saying around here: “red touch yellow, kill a fellow; red touch black, a friend of Jack.” Coral snakes have yellow, red, and black... - [Poem: Departing to Arrive](https://literaryyard.com/2015/06/07/poem-departing-to-arrive/): Veiled behind the impassive sunglasses Your eyes may not be able to sting my heart And fetter my legs from going away But your body language snaps at me As I push the luggage trolley to the security check Struggling... - [Story: You Are What You Are](https://literaryyard.com/2015/06/06/story-you-are-what-you-are/): By: Tracey Levine Light pours into Judy’s bedroom window as if it’s coming from a tipped pitcher. Michele’s on her elbows, back arched to the window, sunning. It saturates her bare, pregnant stomach. Judy sits beside her on the bed, also... - [The Changing Face of Indian English](https://literaryyard.com/2015/06/05/the-changing-face-of-indian-english/): English language has left a dramatic effect on the Indian society post the Independence. Today, in every part of the country English is used in one or the other form. English words have deeply penetrated the Indian rural landscape as... - [Story: Lady Chatterjee’s Lover](https://literaryyard.com/2015/06/05/story-lady-chatterjees-lover/): By: Debraj Bhattacharya As I opened the door to your place, Utpal, I could smell the sweat in your body. The first time we came close to each other in this ground floor apartment of yours at Manicktola. I was a... - [Poem: Blue](https://literaryyard.com/2015/06/04/poem-blue/): By: April Mae M. Berza The womb of the words could not give birth to this longing Let me caress your shadow now that I’m missing you. Shades of blue devour my heart as I awake this morning Now that... - [Poem: Like rings around Saturn](https://literaryyard.com/2015/06/04/poem-like-rings-around-saturn/): By: April Mae M. Berza Like rings around Saturn my love will encircle her; not knowing she is the planet she stays away from me. Her prison sky locks her away from my reach, away from me, she cannot seem... - [Story: Love](https://literaryyard.com/2015/06/03/story-love/): By: Milt Montague That morning Milt awoke at 6:05 AM, realized it was an ungodly hour, and tried to get back to sleep. Morpheus was nowhere to be found and after a full hour of fruitless searching for respite in... - [Story: Lightning](https://literaryyard.com/2015/06/03/story-lightning/): By: Milt Montague All children love pets. Cats and dogs are the top candidates in this category of unconditional sources of love. They visibly and audibly return the love and attention lavished upon them by humans. The four Montague children... - [Top 10 Most Well-Read Cities in America?](https://literaryyard.com/2015/06/02/top-10-most-well-read-cities-in-america/): Literary Yard has received this list from none other than Amazon.com about the most well-read cities in America. Well, Literary Yard does not endorse the list since it is based on the sales data on the website. The online retailer... - [Review: The Triumph of Love and Liberty](https://literaryyard.com/2015/06/02/review-the-triumph-of-love-and-liberty/): A romance novel ‘The Triumph of Love and Liberty’ by Hugh Franks is set to unveil on 25th June, 2015. The Second World War, according to the publisher note, ranges on in this sweeping romance novel. Hugh Franks captivates the... - [Story: Lurking in the Shadows](https://literaryyard.com/2015/06/01/story-lurking-in-the-shadows/): By: Obinna Ozoigbo A laconic cigarette dangled from the corner of Grandpa’s mouth, smoldering, as he parked his sleek Ferrari near the river. A trilby hat sat on his head, concealing his hairless crown, but revealing wispy tufts of grey... - [What's your poetic expression - seen or felt?](https://literaryyard.com/2015/05/31/whats-your-poetic-expression-seen-or-felt/): Poetry begins with a bunch of feelings that can mean, if not everything, at least something to everyone universally. Poetry is thus not the slave of professional poets who have penned or who will pen poems the way Shakespeare, Wordsworth,... - [Review: Reading Like the Writers](https://literaryyard.com/2015/05/30/review-reading-like-the-writers/): A couple of weeks ago while I was packing my luggage for a reclusive weekend at one of the resorts at the Jim Corbett national park, approximately 200 kilometers from New Delhi, I heard the doorbell. A packet was handed... - [Refusing the Military](https://literaryyard.com/2015/05/30/refusing-the-military/): By:  William T. Hathaway Chapter 14 of the book RADICAL PEACE: People Refusing War RADICAL PEACE is a collection of reports from antiwar activists, the true stories of their efforts to change our warrior culture. A young Buddhist novice contributed... - [Poem: sTREEtsmart Dudes](https://literaryyard.com/2015/05/29/poem-streetsmart-dudes/): By: Jayanthi Raja Seenivasan When do you ever kiss the blue skies? What do you whisper to the passing clouds? How do you dance to the singing cuckoos? How do you swing with perched parrots? Where do you manage so... - [Review: Realm of Understanding](https://literaryyard.com/2015/05/28/review-realm-of-understanding/): By: Sujan Bhattacharya Presently Kiriti Sengupta is one of the most prolific literary activists in and around Kolkata (India). You may wonder why I’ve termed a competent young author to be an activist! Is it not an attempt of undervaluing him?... - [Story: O Susannah won't you cry for me?](https://literaryyard.com/2015/05/27/story-o-susannah-wont-you-cry-for-me/): By: Charles “Chuck” Orloski One day in the life of Michael and Alexander Smith A beautiful South Carolina night, insect screams, and an occasional lonely “plop”noise as hungry fish briefly touched surface of John D. Long Lake. Demonically obsessed, Susan... - [Poem: The Jumping Tongues and The Stony Ears](https://literaryyard.com/2015/05/21/poem-the-jumping-tongues-and-the-stony-ears/): By: Pijush Kanti Deb Encircling a building a hot chain of dry tongues starts shouting sitting on an unrecognized demand compelling the stony ears- quite comfortable inside the building lying on their pride and contumacy, to stand up on their... - [Poem: The Lips- Golden And Dry](https://literaryyard.com/2015/05/21/poem-the-lips-golden-and-dry/): By- Pijush Kanti Deb Flying in the sky, reaching just near to the Heaven the golden lips- painted by the spoon- made of gold utter blissfully ‘WOW’ looking at the luminous fool moon and recite a love poem narrating the... - [Poem: The Upbringing of A Feathery Singer](https://literaryyard.com/2015/05/21/poem-the-upbringing-of-a-feathery-singer/): By: Pijush Kanti Deb The upbringing of a feathery singer bestows a burnt painter with a landscape comprising of two feathery opponents one is dead and found on a heap of garbage and other sings for the composition of epics... - [Story: Pinocchio And The Great Metaphorical Plot](https://literaryyard.com/2015/05/19/story-pinocchio-and-the-great-metaphorical-plot/): By: Gaither Stewart I am bizarre. No more and no less than my characters. I know that about myself. Who gets into his car with no special place to go and decides on the spot to drive to Istanbul? Where... - [Story: Diary of a Goldfish](https://literaryyard.com/2015/05/18/story-diary-of-a-goldfish/): By: Will Darlington Day 1, 10.13 a.m. Well, here I am. Not quite sure where I am, or what I’m doing here, but I am here. There must be a reason for my being here but I do not precisely know,... - [Story: A Damn Good Day](https://literaryyard.com/2015/05/14/story-a-damn-good-day/): By: Michael C. Keith Fear is faith that it won’t work out. –– Anonymous Maxwell Booth sits in his doctor’s lobby awaiting the results of his x-ray. A cough that started months earlier has worsened to the point that he has... - [Story: The Escape](https://literaryyard.com/2015/05/14/story-the-escape/): By: Raja Jaiswal The railway station of a small town, near Gorakhpur, had been renovated to a new level, on the theme of palace. A flash crowd appeared very timely, routinely, humming and driving their luggage to platform, through the... - [Story: How pretty it looked](https://literaryyard.com/2015/05/11/story-how-pretty-it-looked/): By: Samantha Memi The early morning light streamed through the hospital windows, capturing floating specks of dust, and glistening on the polished floor. The two sisters waited in the reception area, not noticing the sunlight outside. Having travelled through the... - [Review: Healing Waters Floating Lamps](https://literaryyard.com/2015/05/10/review-healing-waters-floating-lamps/): By: Soma Roy This book of poems by Dr. Kiriti Sengupta is elegant and is a pleasure to hold. The depth of the richness of the images of the Floating Lamps invites the reader to explore further and accompany the... - [Story: Cadbury](https://literaryyard.com/2015/05/09/story-cadbury/): By: Rajendra Roul The weather could not have been more pleasant.  There was no humidity. No sweating either. A soft breeze was blowing calmly darting a romantic surge through their spines. The sun was nowhere in the sky. That does not... - [Poem: givers and takers](https://literaryyard.com/2015/05/07/poem-givers-and-takers/): By: Linda M Crate i guess the biggest lie anyone has ever told me is that people care for all they ever have cared about is what they can take from me because greed seems the economy of these times,... - [Poem: when july ends and dead butterflies](https://literaryyard.com/2015/05/07/poem-when-july-ends-and-dead-butterflies/): By: Linda M Crate i. we are over like july now forgotten by snow white winter, and his chariots of ice there is no more red because it had to end. ii. the butterflies had fallen into the blackness of... - [Poem: celtic fury](https://literaryyard.com/2015/05/07/poem-celtic-fury/): By: Linda M Crate i don’t understand the purport of shaking up my little world, and throwing me into an alien world because as pleasurable as it was it means nothing now; you manipulated my emotions and shook up my... - [Poem: Tailor-made Ladies](https://literaryyard.com/2015/05/06/poem-tailor-made-ladies/): By: Pavithra Joseph Pretty, frilly dresses, unsuited to trees and skinned knees; perfect, though, with stilts for shoes that cramp toes, and that wind-swept Munroe-esque pose. We learn young to confuse discomfort with comfort - [Poem: Mind Your Anatomy](https://literaryyard.com/2015/05/06/poem-mind-your-anatomy/): By: Pavithra Joseph She’s not a c***, not a cuss word, or a b a t t e r r e d suitcase of disembodied. unclaimed. parts. She’s as complete, and incomplete, as human as you. - [Poem: Don’t Touch](https://literaryyard.com/2015/05/06/poem-dont-touch/): By: Pavithra Joseph They stood across each other packed into a train carriage; separated by others, unspeaking, looking out, or into their digital lives. He looked at her, letting the veil drop- so she saw him undress her in technicolor, in... - [Story: Life Without Love](https://literaryyard.com/2015/05/05/story-life-without-love/): By: Gaither Stewart ‘…..There is the heat of Love, the pulsing rush of Longing, the lover’s whisper, irresistible—magic to make the sanest man go mad.’ (Homer’s ILIAD) Alessandro Bramante was in love with love. Like other lovers Alessandro was the... - [Poem: Shadow](https://literaryyard.com/2015/05/02/poem-shadow/): By: Hardeep Sabharwal All those legend of your liveliness and courage, entered in my bones as ants, forming an ant hill, like a newly wedded girl’s Bangle’s lyrics, chanting day and night, I don’t understand, There must be some other... - [Poem: Matrix](https://literaryyard.com/2015/05/02/poem-matrix-2/): By: Hardeep Sabharwal. This year I met a guy In the same old mirror Who boasted of becoming Imago from larva Showing wings of flight Same footpaths and same sleepers Just with a curious new smile And a vision which... - [Poem: Regrets](https://literaryyard.com/2015/04/30/poem-regrets/): By: Ayad Gharbawi Goodbye Tears of life A farewell Beckons So I’ll say My words Of today While sincerely Despising My yesterdays For my structure And spelling Were so wrong; So often Did I only Listen To words I spoke. ~ - [Poem: Wanderer](https://literaryyard.com/2015/04/30/poem-wanderer/): By: Ayad Gharbawi For my love I needed A bone To discover My ancient smile. - [Poem: When Elegance Weeps](https://literaryyard.com/2015/04/30/poem-when-elegance-weeps/): By: Ayad Gharbawi Soul I Love Candle Flickers; And Night Tender Yawns. Life’s Loves! Meanings Recede; And Elegance I Hear Weeps. - [Poem: The Moon in a November Field](https://literaryyard.com/2015/04/26/poem-the-moon-in-a-november-field/): By: Jibanananda Das Translated by: Kousik Adhikari Passion surges in my heart, Those clouds like the mountains When brings you with them In midnight or in last night’s sky- Whom that one dead world leaves tonight; Torn white clouds have departed in... - [Poem: The Boat](https://literaryyard.com/2015/04/24/the-boat/): By: Jayanthi Venugopal I feel the shimmers of the soft white Sun, the fresh moist of the morning dew, the gentle lapping of ocean waters and my own anxiety to set sail on the deep blue sea. I hear the morning... - [Story: Swannanoa](https://literaryyard.com/2015/04/24/story-swannanoa/): By: Gaither Stewart Some people peel apples in thick layers, heedlessly and negligently cutting away half the apple. Others squint and observe closely the fruit, stripping its skin paper-thin in an unbroken circular thread, lovingly and frugally, as if it... - [Poem: Oceans and rivers](https://literaryyard.com/2015/04/23/poem-oceans-and-rivers/): By: Neelam Singh Fiji Delimited by the ocean, in its immense vastness Copious to acquire Value laden oceans and rivers Unravel its treasures and re‐live its pleasures Oceans and rivers, a link to our ancestry The basis of our identity The... - [Poem: thief of flame](https://literaryyard.com/2015/04/22/poem-thief-of-flame/): By: Linda M Crate i watched the flames devour the candle wick seemingly impressed with themselves though they had conquered nothing only dulled the sparkle of the candle, and you are much the same putting the light in the candles... - [Poem: popularity contest](https://literaryyard.com/2015/04/22/poem-popularity-contest/): By: Linda M Crate in high school i always wanted to be one of the cool kids fit in with the popular ones and be part of the coolest cliques, and i wanted so badly to be anyone but me;... - [Poem: From your slumber you must wake](https://literaryyard.com/2015/04/22/poem-from-your-slumber-you-must-wake/): By: Linda M. Crate we once went through the dark ages must we repeat history? it was foolish enough to have gone there once let alone attempt to go there multiple times, and i can’t understand why people care about... - [Story: Saint Peter’s Prescience](https://literaryyard.com/2015/04/22/story-saint-peters-prescience/): By: DC Foster The azure radiance had no end – just a global horizon where the sky curled around the planet and out of sight. A range of mountainous clouds navigated the blue above, leaving smoky trails in their wakes.... - [Story: Mounted Stentor](https://literaryyard.com/2015/04/20/story-mounted-stentor/): By: Prosenjit Dey Chaudhury On at least one Sunday of each month, a house up the street used to hold a lot of attraction for a number of people. On that side of the street ran a slow, thick stream with... - [Vikram Seth's new poetry collection will hit stands in October](https://literaryyard.com/2015/04/20/vikram-seths-new-poetry-collection-will-hit-stands-in-october/): Indian poet and novelist Vikram Seth is all set to thrill his fans with his latest collection of poems. His publisher recently revealed that the collection will be released in October this year. The new collection ‘Summer Requiem’ is being published by... - [Story: Pandemonium](https://literaryyard.com/2015/04/20/story-pandemonium/): By: Ruth Z. Deming The phone, which lay beside her in bed, began to ring. “Gerry, I can’t talk now,” she said, “I’m in the middle of a movie. Call you later?” She was watching a rental of “A Night... - [“Road to Resilience”: A guide to creating resilient cities](https://literaryyard.com/2015/04/18/road-to-resilience-a-guide-to-creating-resilient-cities/): Asian Cities Climate Change Resilience Network (ACCCRN), an initiative of The Rockefeller Foundation recently launched “Road to Resilience”, a guide to creating resilient cities in New Delhi. “Road to Resilience” is in consonance with the primary objectives of creating cities... - [Story: The Girl With The Cracked Face](https://literaryyard.com/2015/04/16/story-the-girl-with-the-cracked-face/): By: Kakoli Mukherjee  Rains in Hyderabad are like board exams. Before you can realise what’s happening, it’s all over you. You are left with no choice but deal with it stoically, cursing yourself for not being better prepared. I remember getting... - [New Tech to help you with good handwriting on PCs and Tablets](https://literaryyard.com/2015/04/16/new-tech-to-help-you-with-good-handwriting-on-pcs-and-tablets/): Typing on computers is a no-brainer since it does not need any handwriting skills. But of late, tablets and PCs have applications where you have to write with your hand. But your handwriting is not the same as you with... - [Poem: You come….](https://literaryyard.com/2015/04/15/poem-you-come/): By: Natana Vasuki Often I embed as a pollen grain Inside a pretty fragrant blossom You come as a bee and pick me up to show the varieties of life…. Often I lay as a smooth pebble Inside a placid river... - [Poem: The Train](https://literaryyard.com/2015/04/15/poem-the-train/): By: Priya Anand Past neon lit stations and empty platforms A union of metal, concrete and gravel It slithers through hinterlands waste and fertile At first barren and desolate, tracks lined by thorny sentinels Then lush verdant fields in green... - [Story: Underneath the Arches](https://literaryyard.com/2015/04/14/story-underneath-the-arches/): By: Gaither Stewart     “Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else’s opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation.” Oscar Wilde. The crowd had started yelling and hollering and clapping at the first notes from his... - [Story: What Remains](https://literaryyard.com/2015/04/14/story-what-remains/): By: Michael C. Keith                                   Reasons are not like garments, the worse for wearing.  –– Robert Devereux Knowing he was not long for this world, Philip Desmond decided to clean out his closet. He had not done so in... - [Story: The Boy Who Loved to Dance](https://literaryyard.com/2015/04/13/story-the-boy-who-loved-to-dance/): By: Adreyo Sen When I was a child, my relationship with my mother was often strained. I was five when she signed me up for lessons at the Maharashtra Lawn Tennis association. But I was scared of my coach, who... - [John Donne: Paying Tribute to the Metaphysical Master](https://literaryyard.com/2015/04/13/john-donne-paying-tribute-to-the-metaphysical-master/): John Donne who is considered to be one of the wittiest poets of the seventeenth century emerged to the scene with respect only after TS Eliot recognized his metaphysical imagination. One of the characteristics of Donne which wins Eliot is... - [Poem: let me be a king](https://literaryyard.com/2015/04/12/poem-let-me-be-a-king/): By: Linda M Crate i want to open the eyes of egypt to kiss a pyramid awake and dance upon her sands, want to know the loneliness of the nile and to sing with canoes of the sky; and i... - [Poem: i will never surrender](https://literaryyard.com/2015/04/12/poem-i-will-never-surrender/): By: Linda M Crate you always try to silence me to cut off the fires of my stars until nothing remains but a broken shell of what i once was, but my will is stronger than you think i will... - [Poem: leave well enough alone](https://literaryyard.com/2015/04/12/poem-leave-well-enough-alone/): By: Linda M Crate what i am is what i am so get over it i’ll give my words to the people that remember them, and to those who are a part of my life when things are good and... - [William Shakespeare wrote Double Falsehood play](https://literaryyard.com/2015/04/11/william-shakespeare-wrote-double-falsehood-play/): According to a news, researchers have confirmed that William Shakespeare is the author of the play ‘Double Falsehood’. The study was conducted in collaboration with James Pennebaker, also at UT-Austin which provides a deeper exploration of an author’s psychological profile. ‘Double... - [Our Relationship with the Future](https://literaryyard.com/2015/04/11/our-relationship-to-the-future/): By:  Raymond Greiner A few months ago I was researching for an essay on the cycles of the sun learning about the billions of years it has taken to achieve its present size, and its continual expansion, eventually achieving a... - [Battery Acid Wine](https://literaryyard.com/2015/04/09/battery-acid-wine/): By: Raymond Greiner In 1961 while hiking along the Miramichi River in New Brunswick, Canada I came upon a trail leading up the riverbank. I decided to explore this trail. As I crested the hill above the flood plain a... - [Top Authors Who Love Controversies](https://literaryyard.com/2015/04/09/top-authors-who-love-controversies/): A lot of people have preferred to convey their intellect and thoughts through literature. It’s a fact that writers are often carried away by the society as well as the social context. While some of you may love to hate... - [Radical Peace: Coming Home](https://literaryyard.com/2015/04/08/radical-peace-coming-home/): By: William T. Hathaway   From the Book RADICAL PEACE: People Refusing War RADICAL PEACE is a collection of reports from antiwar activists, the true stories of their efforts to change our warrior culture. In this chapter a mother tells... - [Story: Town Drunk](https://literaryyard.com/2015/04/08/story-town-drunk/): By: Jerry Mullins People ask me “Why do you seem to like being the town drunk?” Well, when I get asked that every once in awhile, I think about it. Then I tell them, just like I am reading a list.... - [From Trauma to Bliss](https://literaryyard.com/2015/04/06/from-trauma-to-bliss/): By: William T. Hathaway   I was sitting in full lotus, body wrapped in a blanket, mind rapt in deep stillness, breathing lightly, wisps of air curling into the infinite space behind my closed eyes. My mantra had gone beyond... - [Lila: Jump out of the pot!](https://literaryyard.com/2015/04/06/lila-jump-out-of-the-pot/): By: William T. Hathaway   “I’m getting hot,” croaked the frog as he floated in a pot of water from which steam was beginning to rise. “Me too,” croaked the other frog as she paddled listlessly. “This water used to... - [Poem: A Rain Song](https://literaryyard.com/2015/04/04/poem-a-rain-song/): By: Debleena Majumdar Drenched, soaking, I enter the café, My pocket empty of notes. “A grande latte, Make that a large” “Cash or card?” “A poem, actually.” “I’ll pay with a poem” She stares at me, I need that coffee. I... - [Story: Four Idiots](https://literaryyard.com/2015/04/02/story-four-idiots/): By: Ram Prasath When Chithranjan Das, toredapage from the Calendar, it showed 23-Aug-2045. ‘Could there be someone like you, elsewhere in any planet or universe? Technology has gone to such a height, but you are still sticking to papers, notes and... - [Essay: For Better or Worse](https://literaryyard.com/2015/04/01/essay-for-better-or-worse/): By: Raymond Greiner When I open my computer each morning it’s like pulling the drain plug on an overflowing sink. I’m uncertain if this habit is my passion or my poison. As I lift the computer’s top a lighted apple... - [Story: Sail Away](https://literaryyard.com/2015/04/01/story-sail-away/): By: Nilanjana Nag The shore at dawn blushed when touched by the first rays of the sun and caressed by the voluptuous waves of the tide. As the night sunk into its watery tomb, its final breath rose as a mist... - [Story: Waiting](https://literaryyard.com/2015/03/31/story-waiting/): By: Lindsay Boyd Lakshmi was peeved to think several months had elapsed since she last put together a newsletter. Time was very much at a premium some days, she had to admit, and more often than not it was all she... - [Poem: Underfoot](https://literaryyard.com/2015/03/30/poem-underfoot/): By: Audrey El-Osta Mother and child on a foolish mission of cruel eviction, pulling furniture off walls, wearing Doc Martens so as not to feel the soft velvety fur of this rodent fiend or it’s bony claws and inbred teeth on... - [Poem: Painting](https://literaryyard.com/2015/03/30/poem-painting/): By: Adreyo Sen Each child is a painting waiting to come into being. And so the painter must be patient with his colours, with his vivid shades of red, his more somber blue, his medley of pink and greens and with... - [Story: CHESS AND LIANA](https://literaryyard.com/2015/03/27/story-chess-and-liana/):  By: Gaither Stewart      X   Lead weighed heavy on his eyeballs. Countless espressos worn off, their absence dragging him from the peak of his matinal inspiration downwards toward oblivion. Toward non-existence. Noonday light filtered through the jungle turned blue. He... - [Story: Passer By](https://literaryyard.com/2015/03/26/story-passer-by/): By: Ram Prasath Amidst that shining wood work on the window, draping curtain that looked as fresh as clothes taken out from dryer, the bright sun light that cut across through the house, a pair of human legs, if seen,... - [India's Daughter](https://literaryyard.com/2015/03/25/indias-daughter/): By: Ram Prasath While India’s daughter video has gone viral across the world, it has also raised a lot of questions, as a freelance writer, in me. Is Nirbaya, (Jyoti Singh Pandey) the only daughter of India? What about KaraikalVinothini, Pune’s... - [Poem: The ink that fell in-between](https://literaryyard.com/2015/03/24/poem-the-ink-that-fell-in-between/): By: Shriram S Vyasa should have had a palm the size of fully grown maple leaves. When cupped together, his palms could have had a stunted forest under their penumbra. That is if he had held red soil on the land... - [Hacking Consciousness: The Stanford University Video Series](https://literaryyard.com/2015/03/24/hacking-consciousness-the-stanford-university-video-series/): Reviewed By: William T. Hathaway This new Stanford video series investigates consciousness as the source of not only the human mind but also of all energy and matter. Consciousness is seen as the essence of the universe, a unified field... - [Story: DORA THE SOUR](https://literaryyard.com/2015/03/23/story-dora-the-sour/): By: Paul Beckman We sat cramped in the Rabbi’s study — four sisters, Dora, Pauline, Annie, and Lena, all in their seventies with Dora being the eldest now that Lizzie was gone. There were two husbands, Dora’s Stan and Lena’s... - [Poem: The sleeping insomniac](https://literaryyard.com/2015/03/23/poem-the-sleeping-insomniac/): By: Leena Adhvaryu Suffocating in the sky is amorphous this feeling hasn’t found a planet yet. It sleeps with a zillion eyes open in a city gobbled by greed, like an insomniac sleeping in eternity. - [Story: Shauq](https://literaryyard.com/2015/03/21/story-shauq/): By: Saima Afreen Kidneys. That’s what everybody called those pockets of the city. The grimy tents cleared the city’s junk: the industrial excretion or cremation of a dozing old building. Hillocks of metal scraps grew and vanished everyday. Continuos cling-clang-clangety... - [Story: Marlboro morns](https://literaryyard.com/2015/03/21/story-marlboro-morns/): By: Saima Afreen It was just another day. Another life with usual-yet-unusual breakfast of boiled peas, cucumber slices and a boiled egg with its mouth open in the yellow bowl. Her mouth gaped at the puff of smoke rising before... - [Story: Oracle Earth](https://literaryyard.com/2015/03/20/story-oracle-earth/): By: Raymond Greiner Working as an archeological researcher unveils discoveries mixed with complexities. I was summoned to this institution of learning as an instructor, teaching knowledge attained from data gathered relating to humankind’s historical pathway. Time and archeology fuse solving mysteries... - [Story: milaan](https://literaryyard.com/2015/03/20/story-milaan/): By: Saheli Khastagir Thank God they sent Milaan bhai with me. I don’t like the other one! I mean…I don’t hate him…I shouldn’t. He is the one who got me to the city in the first place. But he is always... - [Story: The Miner’s Grandchild](https://literaryyard.com/2015/03/20/story-the-miners-grandchild/): By: Adreyo Sen Till I was fifteen, I was very close to my grandfather. In the evenings, I would sit by his side as he rummaged through the uneven country that was his desk. My grandfather had been, for forty... - [Poem: naysayers](https://literaryyard.com/2015/03/19/poem-naysayers/): By: Linda M Crate damask faces everyone looks at me blankly no one recognizes the girl staring back at them, and i admit i’ve changed since they last have seen me; wrote a few books and had one published— these... - [Poem: it's not all about you](https://literaryyard.com/2015/03/19/poem-its-not-all-about-you/): By: Linda M Crate i have no more words for you we’ve dried up you can’t force water from a rock without divine help, and i don’t think our withered friendship is even worth the effort; the blame does not... - [Poem: volumes](https://literaryyard.com/2015/03/19/poem-volumes/): By: Linda M Crate my silence to you should speak volumes enough i have no words i wish to say to you i am not your sister we are no longer friends, and the more you try to hold onto... - [Indian English Novels you cannot afford to miss](https://literaryyard.com/2015/03/18/indian-english-novels-you-cannot-afford-to-miss/): Indian English authors have outclassed their global counterparts by simply penning the fine fictional/prosaical works. Many of the Indian authors are thought to be leaders in certain genres as their works are definite benchmarks for the aspiring authors. Their works... - [Poem: You are not my friend](https://literaryyard.com/2015/03/18/poem-you-are-not-my-friend/): By: Debleena Majumdar “You are not my friend” She shouts, voice quivering, Eyes firm, tiny hands on her hip. A friend lost for all of one week. Next week they will play again Angry words forgotten, arms linked, But the... - [Poem: Jumping dreams](https://literaryyard.com/2015/03/18/poem-jumping-dreams/): By: Debleena Majumdar That was a beautiful dream You showed me last night. A field of purple stretching, Beneath a sky of gold. And a mist of silver rain. I wanted to stay awhile, To breathe in that dream. But you... - [Poem: Murmurs of light](https://literaryyard.com/2016/05/26/poem-murmurs-of-light/): By: Linda M Crate i saw your lecherous grin made my skin crawl as you continued to stare uninvited, unwanted all i wanted to do was my job; but you were making it hard to focus on anything other than... - [Story: Life in the Age of Utility Poles](https://literaryyard.com/2016/05/25/story-life-in-the-age-of-utility-poles/): By: Michael C. Keith A well-developed sense of humor is the pole that adds balance to your steps as you walk the tightrope of life. –– William Arthur Ward By 2048 it was difficult for urban dwellers to remember or... - [Poem: Hoppy drives American kids away at daybreak](https://literaryyard.com/2016/05/25/poem-hoppy-drives-american-kids-away-at-daybreak/): By: Chuck Orloski The Scranton school bus driver smiled while N. Main and Parker Street traffic light turned green and he proceeded uphill – the toughest left turn on Hoppy’s route! He turned scorn away from illegally parked cars, he forgave... - [Poem: Grandpapa's Words](https://literaryyard.com/2016/05/25/poem-grandpapas-words/): By: Robert A. Davies I am sitting at the dinner table eating a frozen yogurt chewing away. Suddenly I am 70 years back sitting on the front porch with my grandfather, chewing on our ice milk wooden spoons in hand.... - [Poem: Sometimes a Confusion](https://literaryyard.com/2016/05/25/poem-sometimes-a-confusion/): By: Robert A. Davies 1. I have a secret a past a love the love past, memories dim. I have another secret, a love not expressed the young men all so handsome. 2. Pictures up to, anticipation and sometimes a little... - [Poem: I let my dreams fly in the sky](https://literaryyard.com/2016/05/23/poem-i-let-my-dreams-fly-in-the-sky/): By: Zunayet Ahammed   Light is flickering Unsung dilemma Coming forward Stream water is stagnant Rivers are not sinuous Air is deadened with groaning Spring is over For mothers and sisters and wives A pageant of dead bodies Beauty is... - [Poem: Death](https://literaryyard.com/2016/05/23/poem-death/): By: Zunayet Ahammed   All is meaningless The sweet morning That gives us charms Will soon wither away Flowers that dazzle our eyes Will soon lose its hues Sweet notes of birds After a little while Will be harsh one... - [Poem: In the Land of Fire and Ice](https://literaryyard.com/2016/05/23/poem-in-the-land-of-fire-and-ice/): By: Mary Bone The soft amethyst light Of early evening, Peered through my living room drapes. Adventure was calling my name In the land of fire and ice. My heart was melting. Iceland had a hold on me. As you... - [Poem: Emma Stone](https://literaryyard.com/2016/05/22/poem-emma-stone/): By: Tandem today’s the day I’m supposed to be working but I’m watching Netflix instead writing silly poems I wish could be read in a smoky sometimes sarcastic voice. - [Poem: Epitaph](https://literaryyard.com/2016/05/22/poem-epitaph/): By: Tandem here lies the poet you once knew, now the verse is closed while living the poet gave us rhymes, words to drape around our cold shoulders now we must bring flowers and a few lines of our own. - [Poem: Obstacle Course](https://literaryyard.com/2016/05/22/poem-obstacle-course/): By: J Ash Gamble Yes, I swerved to miss the oncoming traffic of confusion hitting a pot hole of guilt on the old country road I went careening around a blind corner, having to slam on the breaks, the slow-moving vehicle... - [Poem: A Horror Poem About Word](https://literaryyard.com/2016/05/22/poem-a-horror-poem-about-word/): By: Roger Still Beware the word with its hidden sinister violence Beware the suggestion the utterance the manipulative syllable A site of language production, blocks and shards of meaning falling from the sky threatening to bash us. - [Poem: Chore Woman](https://literaryyard.com/2016/05/22/poem-chore-woman/): By: Roger Still she’s a figure in rags who holds the house together arms stretched around this world we hold dear she’s the one who held us together in raging flood night and cooled the licking flames of destroyers the one... - [Poem: Pry](https://literaryyard.com/2016/05/22/poem-pry/): By: Russ Cope I tell them I don’t mean to pry, but then get my hands full in, open up what was closed, exposing the darkness inside, always disillusioned with what I find. *** Russ Cope used to be a custodian.... - [Poem: Legend of John Ramm](https://literaryyard.com/2016/05/22/poem-legend-of-john-ramm/): By: JD DeHart Not sure why he spells his name with two m’s sometimes. Maybe it’s just been that long. You can tell by the way he sniffs the day, it’s not all good here. He wants you to think... - [Poem: Elysian Transcendence](https://literaryyard.com/2016/05/22/poem-elysian-transcendence/): By: Anca-Mihaela Bruma Your pastel sunsets incandescently intertwine my velvet dreams, and my verbs know how to whisper gallantly your prepositions. I have even learnt to have fluency in your body language, inhaling your line breaks, structuring the sentence of our... - [Poem: Hunter](https://literaryyard.com/2016/05/22/poem-hunter/): By: HR Creel under this tree I learned that I am no hunter watching the men in my family kill, spill blood, put food on the proverbial table I learned that I am a gatherer or singer or near-sighted bard. - [Poem: The Dead](https://literaryyard.com/2016/05/22/poem-the-dead/): By: HR Creel we put the dying to rest, laying eyes or coins on their eyes sending them on a grand voyage never thinking we should follow them. - [Understanding Money and the Economy](https://literaryyard.com/2016/05/22/understanding-money-and-the-economy/): A review of The Rocket Scientist’s Guide to Money and the Economy by Michael Sharp Reviewed by William T. Hathaway Most books about economics are turgid and abstruse, so most people are intimidated and mystified by this crucial topic. Now sociologist... - [Poem: Trepidation](https://literaryyard.com/2016/05/22/poem-trepidation/): By: Mary P. Douglas artist painting her heart with music awakening her mind with expression blue eyes deep souls escape artists wandering into his realm blind, inhibited, hungry winds swirled stones thrown hail pounded damaged goods convinced of worthlessness petrified... - [Poem: Outsider](https://literaryyard.com/2016/05/22/poem-outsider/): By: Mary P. Douglas Hands cupped peering through the glass Desperately attempting to visualize; Insiders Reality’s repugnant Torment of the truth Thorns surging through my veins Fiercely wrenching, Profound wounds. Striking skull against the immortal wall Blood gushing out, Exposing... - [Story: All The Books In The Library](https://literaryyard.com/2016/05/19/story-all-the-books-in-the-library/): By: Miguel Gardel I went back to the ads. After three torturous days, I found something. But I got there too late. Many people had answered the same ad. I rode a bus all the way to West Los Angeles... - [Poem: dead poets](https://literaryyard.com/2016/05/17/poem-dead-poets/): By: j.lewis yes i know that cummings also shunned upper case and elliott wrote things simply complex with endings that often stood alone and apart, severed tails staring bewildered at the body of the poems that dropped them unexpectedly on dirty... - [Poem: still life](https://literaryyard.com/2016/05/17/poem-still-life/): By:  j.lewis glory days gone she says she was blonde and wild and oh the things she tells of young indiscretions pleasures and places remembered so long after but the names escape her along with the little attachments that bind... - [Poem: Voting Under The Influence](https://literaryyard.com/2016/05/12/poem-voting-under-the-influence/): By: Chuck Orloski (The Commonwealth of Pennsylvania Primary) I want to donate my liver to the Marketplace, take Performance Enhancing Drugs, pop a Cuban kid out of Howard J. Lamade! I want a chance to binge in Mosul, I want... - [4 Poems by Nate Maye](https://literaryyard.com/2016/05/10/4-poems-by-nate-maye/): By: Nate Maye Her This poem is for her, a gift, a sacred flower that I am not able to give in any other way but a few hieroglyphics on a flashing screen, a series of characters that will hopefully mean... - [Poem: Clawfoot](https://literaryyard.com/2016/05/10/poem-clawfoot/): By: Nate Maye From under a dark robe, I imagine a weapon, a torch I imagine a twisted claw hiding under there, ready to tear me up, like a chicken scratching the ground But it is only a document, some... - [Poem: you're no god just a boy](https://literaryyard.com/2016/05/10/poem-youre-no-god-just-a-boy/): By: Linda M Crate if you’re a god how far have the heavens fallen? you bleed a little too much like a human for me to believe you, and you scream like a baby insistent upon always having his way;... - [Poem: won't be a savage](https://literaryyard.com/2016/05/10/poem-wont-be-a-savage/): By: Linda M Crate savage little brute lying, cheating, stealing hearts away simply to satiate your lust which is never fed you’re just another succubus in a world of profane immorality; thought you’d be something more than an animal, but... - [Refinement](https://literaryyard.com/2016/05/07/refinement/): By: Richard D. Hartwell I read once – somewhere I cannot recall – that of the twenty-three human chromosomes, there are an extraordinary number of combinations. This – the unrecalled article went on – equates to ten to the seventieth power... - [Poem: Nepenthe](https://literaryyard.com/2016/05/07/poem-nepenthe/): By: Amulya Of relapses into childhood, of placid oblivion, of all the places we pretend to inhabit, of people we pretend to understand. The unmomentous happenstances we long for, the truth nestled in our fears, startling us with its incontrovertibility; the... - [Story: Water Nymph](https://literaryyard.com/2016/05/07/story-water-nymph/): By: Michael C. Keith The best cure for insomnia is to get a  lot of sleep. –– W.C. Fields The closest we get to sex anymore is sharing the toilet seat, thought Brandon, who’d been spending his nights in the... - [Story: Warp](https://literaryyard.com/2016/05/07/story-warp/): By: Sri Ram The two capsules, 6 feet long and 2 feet wide, kept next to each other, on the floor of the advanced cryostasis chamber were open already. Marks of wet footsteps on the floor ran from the tail... - [Poem: Three Days in Memphis](https://literaryyard.com/2016/05/07/poem-three-days-in-memphis/): By: Kristina England and I drive to Arkansas, one of my quick-check bucket list states, good enough to drive the Bayou but not to stop, West Memphis a ghost town to my own churchless eyes boarded up, crumbling, an unnatural disaster,... - [Poem: The truth is](https://literaryyard.com/2016/05/07/poem-the-truth-is/): By: Kristina England no one likes a prophet. My father keeps thinking he’ll die, dreamt himself gone long ago, says forty five, fifty then sixty three, the years dancing around his father’s grave, etchings young on that stone, the grandfather I... - [Poem: A Little Tarantula's Dilemma *](https://literaryyard.com/2016/05/07/poem-a-little-tarantulas-dilemma/): By: Chuck Orloski At annual Game of Low Thrones Awards, large and star power tarantulas awarded me the nick name, Little Tarantula. Without Peter Dinklage famous looks and minus five 0′ clock shadow fur, I was born a midget, short changed... - [Poem: Charles Bukowski](https://literaryyard.com/2016/04/27/poem-charles-bukowski/): By: Zola Gonzalez-Macarambon Some guy I was dating casually slipped you into the conversation one time, we were drinking yet again one night. The same shirt, he was wearing, the same one I complimented off-hand. So maybe he really liked me.... - [Poem: Instructions to the artist](https://literaryyard.com/2016/04/27/poem-instructions-to-the-artist/): Title: My mother in America emails instructions to the artist for a portrait of her mother, now 85 and with Alzheimers By: Zola Gonzalez-Macarambon What I remember, what I want her to remember … what you can work with are these:... - [The Strange World of Graphic Novels](https://literaryyard.com/2016/04/27/the-strange-world-of-graphic-novels/): By: JD DeHart The days of superheroes in comic books are far from over, judging from the popular films that are being released en masse, but longer comic book works called graphic novels are not just about super-powered people in tights.... - [Story: Curse](https://literaryyard.com/2016/04/27/story-curse/): By: Sri Ram The midnight looked ignited with slight snow outside, yet, Penelope could not sleep on her cot. She tried music for some time, Stephen King for some more, rose up from bed and walked within the four walls,... - [Story: Lamps of Love](https://literaryyard.com/2016/04/26/story-lamps-of-love/): By: Raymond Greiner Jim Fletcher has been an archeological researcher for twenty years, sponsored by university grants and government funded research teams. His office is in his home. His laboratory is strewn with artifacts, and a variety of ancient stone... - [Poem: One grunt flew over the Tigerland](https://literaryyard.com/2016/04/26/poem-one-grunt-flew-over-the-tigerland/): (11 Bravo, A.I.T, Fort Polk, LA, November 1970) By: Chuck Orloski On bivouac in Kisatchie National Forest, a wild combat veteran Drill Sergeant promised the grunts, “No rain coming tonight, so no need for you m-fuckers to pitch tents! Just get... - [Poems: Springtime is Here, Mama Cries 'n' Aching Head](https://literaryyard.com/2016/04/24/poems-springtime-is-here-mama-cries-n-aching-head/): By: Merl Bone Springtime is Here It was a time for things to come to life After a long, dormant winter. Everybody was filled with strife, Just like a festered splinter. The buds of flowers came out, Everything was bursting with... - [Poem: Brussels Sprouts (Palm Sunday 2016)](https://literaryyard.com/2016/04/24/poem-brussels-sprouts-palm-sunday-2016/): By: Chuck Orloski Tilling time, a frail farmer’s pitch fork plunged deeply into dark European soil. Terrified, and to avoid harm, 100 earthworms burrowed to safety. It was never a good time to be a worm, and only one indolent... - [Poem: A prospective 1%'er's parting words to AIPAC](https://literaryyard.com/2016/04/24/poem-a-prospective-1ers-parting-words-to-aipac/): By: Chuck Orloski Just outside D.C. Convention Center, at an illegal D.C. parking space, Terry the Tramp’s studded leather boot lowered his Harley Davidson kickstand. Looking upward into a crystal night sky, he heard a doorman’s voice, “Hey, Mister, why are... - [Poems: The One 'n' Long Stretch](https://literaryyard.com/2016/04/24/poems-the-one-n-long-stretch/): By: Denny E. Marshall The One Launching a telescope into space At the beginning of the millennium Its lens can see different waves Our own eyes cannot see Besides recording change in temperature Measured in millionth of degree The data... - [Poems: The Collection 'n' Walk This Way](https://literaryyard.com/2016/04/24/poems-the-collection-n-walk-this-way/): By: Denny E. Marshall The Collection You collect dreams Handle only with gloves Put them between plastic sheets To keep them new and un-faded Stack like record collection Never play even once Bury sounds and stories Under covers the unknown... - [Poem: Birthday](https://literaryyard.com/2016/04/23/poem-birthday/): By: Sasheera Gounden   Bed of cream Sheet of sugar Hot candle wax and a plate of ice Melting snow Stream of flies Yellow-orange streamers Ladybird years Butterfly wings Flutter - [Poem: Under The Fig Tree](https://literaryyard.com/2016/04/23/poem-under-the-fig-tree/): By: Sasheera Gounden You are bare A barren womb Asleep under the fig tree Within fresh dirt White clean stones and bits of calcium Jut from the feet Of the fig tree Fresh black beans and greyscale letters Permanent red circles... - [Story: Jupiter Hill](https://literaryyard.com/2016/04/17/story-jupiter-hill/): By: Gaither Stewart The atmosphere was still peculiar and elusive, emanating a magical incantation he hadn’t fully perceived in his youth here. Nonetheless and despite doubts generated by personal experience, he felt that life was triumphing. Optimistic thoughts ran through... - [Favourite Indian](https://literaryyard.com/2016/04/17/favourite-indian/): By: Pavle Radonic Hard to believe, but precisely on the point of seating the famous old Hindi song from the mid-seventies over the speakers. Remarkable coincidence. Did the look-out pass the wink to the lads in back for the switch to... - [Story: Confession](https://literaryyard.com/2016/04/14/story-confession/): By: Sri Ram “So you can’t come early today, post noon?” Rosy asked Roger, her sweet husband. “Honey, I am going on business. I will be coming late in the evening. What do you want me to bring home, when... - [Story: Petunia, Under the Sun](https://literaryyard.com/2016/04/12/story-petunia-under-the-sun/): By: Wylie Strout “You forgot your smile,” says the cashier. Constant indigestion. Constant chewing. No one approaches, anymore. Worlds of people living behind closed doors. Hiding from the air; hiding from the sun. Petunia locks the car doors. Heading home after... - [Story: Alien](https://literaryyard.com/2016/04/12/story-alien/): By: Sri Ram Paul, a 5 year old kid and Ben, a 7 year old were both playing the game of planes. They had exchanged their boeing toys, which had wheels and wings exactly the same way, most airports, that... - [Story: The Impostor](https://literaryyard.com/2016/04/12/story-the-impostor/): By: Lindsay Boyd “What did you come here for?” The edge in Amisha’s delivery when she recognised my voice at the end of the line and posed her baffling question was a new note when directed at me, but not by... - [Poem: Absent of void](https://literaryyard.com/2016/04/09/poem-absent-of-void/): By: Linda M Crate standing in the shadow of who you think you are no one could ever measure up because you’re always looking down your nose, and forgetting to be humble; the only reason you should look down on... - [Poem: Social Outcast](https://literaryyard.com/2016/04/09/poem-social-outcast/): By: Linda M Crate off screen i stand anxious pacing and pacing everyone stares they don’t realize that this is my natural environment wish it was just as simple as letting it go as i’m constantly told to do, but... - [Poem: Freed from restraint](https://literaryyard.com/2016/04/09/poem-freed-from-restraint/): By: Linda M Crate sometimes i feel like i fall short of expectations a gasp of air when they were expecting a dragon, but i remind myself i don’t have to exceed anyone’s expectations but my own; i’ll shatter their... - [Story: Last One Standing](https://literaryyard.com/2016/04/03/story-last-one-standing/): By: Michael C. Keith Being alone is very difficult. –– Yoko Ono At 70 years of age Eugene Bickford wondered if he’d be the first to go. At 80 he had seen several friends and two relatives die. At 90... - [Digital Scribes](https://literaryyard.com/2016/04/02/digital-scribes/): By: JD DeHart My own journey into publishing started in the age of expensive print and paper writer’s guides, and loads of postage. I had some modest successes, examples of glossy, professional journals, and others that were only photocopied and... - [Story: The Last Lawn Party](https://literaryyard.com/2016/03/30/story-the-last-lawn-party/): By: Ruth Z. Deming The Greenbaums lived in a large stone- front ranch house in Weirton, West Virginia. Papa had emigrated from Vienna, well before the worst of the Jewish purges, graduated from medical school at Case Western Reserve across the... - [Story: Eerie sounds](https://literaryyard.com/2016/03/29/story-eerie-sounds/): By: Sri Ram While the Mars exploration space shuttle was on its way to Mars’s Orbital Path around the sun, Mark Webber was looking at the newspaper copies which featured his 5 year old son’s summer camp photos. He had... - [Poem: Twins](https://literaryyard.com/2016/03/28/poem-twins/): By: Mary P. Douglas The twins astonishingly entered the world on the day they were due The deliveries went as envisioned A boy and a girl, The parents were pleased. The twins’ lives commenced beginning the unspoken, lifetime competition. The... - [Poem: Me, You, and the Moon](https://literaryyard.com/2016/03/28/poem-me-you-and-the-moon/): By: Mary P. Douglas Rocketing to the moon, Stealing a star, maybe two, Observing the universe, Amazed by the view, Wishing I could share it with you, Maybe I am; maybe it’s me, you, and the moon, Sailing leisurely, Drifting... - [Poem: The taut wire of a horizon](https://literaryyard.com/2016/03/28/poem-the-taut-wire-of-a-horizon/): By: Gauri Kadam The taut wire of a horizon The big ebullient blur of a sun It looked like a fantasy, not an intended pun The watery mirages of the sea fluttering like shirts hung to dry in cool breeze... - [Story: Wow Signal](https://literaryyard.com/2016/03/24/story-wow-signal/): By: Sri Ram At the Colorado State University Radio Observatory, Polanski was keenly observing that part of the space, from where a Radio Observatory in Ohio had detected a Wow signal in 1977. Polanski strongly believed that there must have... - [Mimesis and the State of US Democracy](https://literaryyard.com/2016/03/24/mimesis-and-the-state-of-us-democracy/): By: Gaither Stewart  Dictionaries relate the word mimesis, of ancient Greek origin, to imitation, representation, mimicry, similarity, or the act of resembling. Today, mimesis is most often related to literary and societal functions. I recently read a study of mimesis as... - [Poem: Charlestown, Massachusetts (1947)](https://literaryyard.com/2016/03/23/poem-charlestown-massachusetts-1947/): By: Robert A. Davies Bunker Hill Monument up the street! 18 year old discoverer come to gather signatures for Wallace. Iron beds wall to wall, such old people he has never seen and they so eager to see him. Though sensing... - [Poem: Brother!](https://literaryyard.com/2016/03/23/poem-brother/): By: Robert A. Davies Wake up, brother! Step out of your ashes – your step-brother insists! I believe you were born in Dorchester in 1930, I was 2. Our father abandoned both of us. You had a single mother lunch of... - [The Sialkot Saga by Ashwin Sanghi set to thrill](https://literaryyard.com/2016/03/22/the-sialkot-saga-by-ashwin-sanghi-set-to-thrill/): This week LiteraryYard’s random pick is an interesting fictional work that fuses the present with the ancient secrets. We have decided to run you quickly through this book which claims to thrill you and give many awe-aspiring moments. The novel – The... - [Poem: Life in the slow lane](https://literaryyard.com/2016/03/22/poem-life-in-the-slow-lane/): By: Milt Montague weeks flow past in peaceful anonymity no thoughts to disturb the serenity I sit alone amidst my greenery life pulses in the slow lane surrounded by my green friends the philodendrons and pothos need but water and... - [Poem: I remember tiger lilies](https://literaryyard.com/2016/03/22/poem-i-remember-tiger-lilies/): By: Milt Montague spiky leaves of burnt orange growing up, out, and curving down revealing it’s black spots this is how they got their name but really …..then it should be leopard lilies large stamens shouting to the bees come,... - [Getting Ahead](https://literaryyard.com/2016/03/21/getting-ahead/): By: William T. Hathaway This photo of my parents reveals much about their personalities (hers vivacious and outgoing, his withdrawn and closed off), their relationship (little real contact), and also the times (could be captioned Gender Roles in the 1950s:... - [Poem: The Zen of Scratch](https://literaryyard.com/2016/03/21/poem-the-zen-of-scratch/): By: E. Martin Pedersen I’ll scratch your new car door with my old car key welcome to the hood wagon walk by when the street is empty ——————crezeschz——————– then don’t look back or scratch. You possess what I’d never want... - [Poem: Thoughts on Hockey](https://literaryyard.com/2016/03/21/poem-thoughts-on-hockey/): By: E. Martin Pedersen BRAAAAASH electro-shock buzzer jump-starts the tiny crowd It’s chilly in here, I’m chilly dry salty mouth At first they’re falling down a lot, like drunks on marbles sticks clack make good passes that are not picked up... - [Poem: Ode to a Peach (only it's a plum)](https://literaryyard.com/2016/03/21/poem-ode-to-a-peach-only-its-a-plum/): By: E. Martin Pedersen Marianna can’t stand the sound of chewing She can’t sit with grandpa She leaves the table or makes us all self-conscious because she’s on record She can’t stand the sound of chewing ——————- SHE IS SO WRONG... - [Poem: The Glamorous Eyes](https://literaryyard.com/2016/03/21/poem-the-glamorous-eyes/): By: Pijush Kanti Deb A single glance of the glamorous eyes reaps thousands of magical hands on my barren land and as it is expected the seven wonders get tarnished as quick as they can with the furnish of the... - [Poem: The Old was Gold](https://literaryyard.com/2016/03/21/poem-the-old-was-gold/): By: Pijush Kanti Deb When history started its moving towards light Everything was just like The earth’s revolution around the sun Throwing No seed of controversy No greed for interchange And no misdeed of superiority or inferiority complex As someone... - [Poem: Tongues of Low Energy and Little Marco](https://literaryyard.com/2016/03/18/poem-tongues-of-low-energy-and-little-marco/): By: Chuck Orloski Down on your knees American voters! Trump and the K.K.K. must be beaten and from Salt Lake City, Mitt Romney has launched Low Energy and Little Mario, two Hydro-Anemic Bombs designed to destroy Japs, Cossacks, Mooslims, and Dixie... - [Story: At the tip of the knife](https://literaryyard.com/2016/03/18/story-at-the-tip-of-the-knife/): By: Sri Ram At the midnight of the owls, by the tall coconut tree whose strong and thick trunk crawled across from the house in the neighborhood and connected to the balcony of the hospital, Ramesh jumped onto the balcony.... - [Story: THE BLUE KEY](https://literaryyard.com/2016/03/17/story-the-blue-key/): By: Gaither Stewart The flow of Andrey’s life recalled that of the uncontrollable race on a roller-coaster. From the time he boarded, his unstable little car had carried him at terrifying speeds around curves and over bumps, up, up, then... - [Medicine Bow Wyoming](https://literaryyard.com/2016/03/17/medicine-bow-wyoming/): By: James Clark Less than a pinpoint on a map of the United States, Medicine Bow Wyoming sits at the cross roads of highways 487 and US 30/WY287. Surrounded by millions of acres of wild land, with vistas that stretch all... - [Poem: dancing fae](https://literaryyard.com/2016/03/16/poem-dancing-fae/): By: Linda M Crate i sat in the dandelions dreaming, and i began to see them: the crows; i read somewhere once that crows follow those who attract the fae, and i wonder if you weren’t sighing and flying and... - [Poem: fae king](https://literaryyard.com/2016/03/16/poem-fae-king/): By: Linda M Crate i felt you there when i sang dancing in the creek avoiding the beaks of hungry crows you danced in the sunlight streams and beckoned to me with your gold, and i felt your wings dance... - [Poems: Globe & Tunnel](https://literaryyard.com/2016/03/16/poems-globe-tunnel/): By: Joker Ragtag Globe the globe is not so round as one might think rather flat in places rising and falling where we can easily taste it differences not so great after all. Tunnel I do not know the way the... - [Story: Moving Cars](https://literaryyard.com/2016/03/15/story-moving-cars/): By: Sasheera Gounden He places the cold body of whiskey on the coffee table as headlines of the Times, glare back at him; monochrome faces, shiny sealskin letters and the stench of drunkenness at only ten in the morning. Relief sweeps... - [Poem: Wax ](https://literaryyard.com/2016/03/15/poem-wax/): By: Chaitali Gawade I mould myself to the needs of the moment as the warmth spreads through me, shaping myself against the contours I am poured in. I melt. The thread immersed in me is rough so I soften it. A... - [Poem: Lady Red](https://literaryyard.com/2016/03/15/poem-lady-red/): By: Chaitali Gawade  Lady Red’s eyes were lemon green, the colour of the dinosaur shape soap I use every day. She went with me to play school, to the park, to the dining table and even to bed. A perpetual silly... - [12 Baby Steps (And Still Lost)](https://literaryyard.com/2016/03/14/12-baby-steps-and-still-lost/): By: Mark Antony Rossi People generally don’t change. So when I don’t like you the first time — good chance I won’t give a rat’s ass the next time either. Maybe it’s my faith in consistency. Maybe it’s my lack... - [Lunchtime Lucifer](https://literaryyard.com/2016/03/14/lunchtime-lucifer/): By: Mark Antony Rossi Tico told me the world would be a better if more people ate a big lunch. He theorized the sleepiness that befell a full belly made the average person too tired to hate or hurt other human... - [Story: The Girl who emptied the Ocean](https://literaryyard.com/2016/03/14/story-the-girl-who-emptied-the-ocean/): By: Krithika Akkaraju The drunken chorus wafted towards her warning her to get away. The men were back. Quickly, she placed a dirty cloth over the cement tank and walked home hoping no one had noticed. Her fish were safe for... - [Poem: Happiness](https://literaryyard.com/2016/03/13/poem-happiness/): By: Zunayet Ahammed After happiness Comes sadness When sadness exists The past essence of happiness Brings nothing, imparts nothing Except intensifying sadness Everything then seems murky Dreams find no ways Desire shrivels The whiff of kamani appears meaningless The floating beauty... - [Poem: Love](https://literaryyard.com/2016/03/13/poem-love/): By: Zunayet Ahammed Love means You And me Love means always To feel each other madly Love means longing for Each other sitting side by side Love means to walk In the spring water Below the hills at sunset Love means... - [Story: When Conversations Take a Turn](https://literaryyard.com/2016/03/13/story-when-conversations-take-a-turn/): By: Michael C. Keith “If I had the choice between staring at a ceiling for eternity or the breathless nothingness of death, which would I choose? Is that what you’re asking me?” “Exactly,” answered Beth. “It’s a simple enough question,... - [Poem: Batman Saved My Reading Life](https://literaryyard.com/2016/03/13/poem-batman-saved-my-reading-life/): By: JD DeHart For many readers, a “first initiation” into a meaningful literacy experience is built on personal interest and relevance. When I was in the first grade, I desperately wanted to stay in school long enough to wear my Halloween... - [Story: Planet](https://literaryyard.com/2016/03/12/story-planet/): By: Sri Ram At the Extra-terrestrial Intelligence Research Center, they were talking while looking at the wide big screen, which showed numerous stars as dots, floating rocky planets and gaseous clusters. “Hey, this one is located 20 light years away.... - [Poem: Hurricane Donald](https://literaryyard.com/2016/03/12/poem-hurricane-donald/): By: Chuck Orloski Mainstream meteorologists never saw such Jersey winds brewing and aimed at the South Carolina coast. An age old knowledge about “no W.M.D.s in Saddam’s arsenal” slipped into even remote shanty barrooms of the ancient Sandhills. Newsflash: Hurricane Donald... - [Review: The Divine Mimesis](https://literaryyard.com/2016/03/12/review-the-divine-mimesis/): By: Thomas Sanfilip It’s a short walk from Rome’s Stazione Centrale to the Museo Nazionale Romano where some of the greatest archaeological collections reside of Roman and Greek sculpture discovered in the city and surrounding neighborhoods, though a walk in... - [Poem: The Antarctica Spring](https://literaryyard.com/2016/03/11/poem-the-antarctica-spring/): By: Chuck Orloski McMurdo Station, Valentine’s Day, 2016 It is wartime on the continent! There’s ice, ice, more ice gone and my purple fingers reached out to God for elections and a carry permit. Into his white shadow, I dare... - [Poem: Mumbai](https://literaryyard.com/2016/03/11/poem-mumbai/): By: Leena The monstrous maddening megalopolis; Obscure and replusive yet inviting. Home to a billion- mirage seekers, who withstand,endure &nurse their dreams behind the fringes of misery: waiting for their turn lest chase and collapse at the door frame of... - [Story: Signings](https://literaryyard.com/2015/08/26/story-signings/): By: Michael C. Keith Authors have always faced a tough path: chronic rejection, no job security, and low pay . . . if you’re lucky.    –– Ron Charles Shad Newburg was excited that his publisher was arranging a regional... - [Story: Jitterbug](https://literaryyard.com/2015/08/25/story-jitterbug/): By: William T. Hathaway My grandma forgets things. She’s got old-timers and mixes stuff up. She’s a sweet old gal but starting to lose it upstairs. She’s living with my parents now that she can’t take care of herself so... - [Writer Liz Perle Dies at 59 due to breast cancer](https://literaryyard.com/2015/08/23/writer-liz-perle-dies-at-59-due-to-breast-cancer/): Writer and former publishing executive who co-founded Common Sense Media, Liz Perle died on Thursday at her home in San Francisco. She was 59, reports New York Times. Liz died due to breast cancer. Perle began her career in 1981... - [Poem: Childhood Memories](https://literaryyard.com/2015/08/23/poem-childhood-memories/): By: Zunayet Ahammed I I saw you today In an autumn dress full of juice Like white clouds of the Sky To chuckle at me quietly Like a girl of 17 who feels woozy Looking inside and inside Not thinking... - [Poem: Lost](https://literaryyard.com/2015/08/22/poem-lost/): By: Sri Ram My dear stinged bee, its your nectar writing this… If you think my nectar is impure then you are wrong… I might have fallen in love with him once but even he could not stand the weight... - [Review: "The Secretive SIX" by Saurabh Mathur](https://literaryyard.com/2015/08/22/review-the-secretive-six-by-saurabh-mathur/): Wrapped in the gown of a mystery novel, ‘The Secretive Six’ by Saurabh Mathur does not in fact come true to its claims. The story revolves around an IIT professor’s death which turns out to be a murder. Although the author... - [Poem: A two part ocean song](https://literaryyard.com/2015/08/21/poem-a-two-part-ocean-song/): By: Rishitha Shetty He stands with one leg, on the…………ocean’s edge and the other …………on the mountain top. Woman, man, beast or God- walk below my thigh, he says. His head, cushioned in clouds; his eyelids, a shroud on the fires... - [Poem: Kairu](https://literaryyard.com/2015/08/21/poem-kairu/): By: Rishitha Shetty She’s ten years in limbs and…….seventeen in parenthesis. Kairu scratches the velvet of the ground, with teeth knitted in the jute of a brown-pink mouth, stretched to reach the farthest corner of the face and touch- the curve... - ['Anusual: Memoir of a Girl Who Came Back from the Dead' !!??](https://literaryyard.com/2015/08/20/anusual-memoir-of-a-girl-who-came-back-from-the-dead/): Most of us still remember the famous Bollywood movie, Aashiqui. The actor was Rahul Roy who rocked the silverscreen with his amazing acting and chubby looks. Today Rahul Roy is not there in the limelight. But we remember him. Against... - [Salman Rushdie's new novel 'Two Years Eight Months and Twenty-Eight Nights' coming](https://literaryyard.com/2015/08/19/salman-rushdies-new-novel-two-years-eight-months-and-twenty-eight-nights-coming/): Salman Rushdie has always been a controversy master but has written several controversially great novels such as Satanic Verses and Midnight’s Children. Despite his ability to court controversies, he has been able to manifest a versatile author in him through his great... - [Reissue of "Integration of the Indian States" by V P Menon appears](https://literaryyard.com/2015/08/19/reissue-of-integration-of-the-indian-states-by-v-p-menon-appears/): When India got freedom in 1947, the biggest challenge was to integrate the Indian subcontinent. This was a mammoth task and undertaken by the Iron Man or Sardar Patel. Merging the 554 princely states with the Indian state was an... - [Poem: Voices of the Dead](https://literaryyard.com/2015/08/18/poem-voices-of-the-dead/): By: Gary Beck I think about our wounded land crushed by overwhelming burdens and wish that voices from the past could counsel us in time of need. But then I wake and remember our paucity of leadership and wonder if... - [Poem: Recruit](https://literaryyard.com/2015/08/18/poem-recruit/): By: Gary Beck I considered the army to escape the confines of a ravaged city, cowering in despair from loss of industry. My hope for a good job evaporated quickly and I was sick of listening to the old guys... - [Poem: For Whom We Mourn](https://literaryyard.com/2015/08/18/poem-for-whom-we-mourn/): By: Gary Beck Too many children die premature deaths at the merciless hands of aberrant caretakers, mothers, boy friends, fathers, uncles, combining to extinguish the brief existence of helpless victims, murderously betrayed by their protectors. - [Relish your mind with fantasy novel The Orb of Wrath](https://literaryyard.com/2015/08/18/relish-your-mind-with-fantasy-novel-the-orb-of-wrath/): ‘The Orb of Wrath’ is a new fantasy novel which has just been released and is available on Amazon. The author claims to thrill the readers with an adventurous and intriguing plot. Penned by Nic Weissman, ‘The Orb of Wrath‘... - [Poem: Nameless Villain](https://literaryyard.com/2015/08/17/poem-nameless-villain/): By: Linda M Crate you think that you’re the cat’s meow, but you are not hak’s strong yona just a nameless forgotten girl rude and spoiled and entitled marching through making demands no one even hears; you reach for me... - [Poem: i sing nevermore](https://literaryyard.com/2015/08/17/poem-i-sing-nevermore/): By: Linda M Crate your bones were too heavy to carry so i dropped them watched them break and shatter just as you tried to do to my dreams, but the fire you used to envelope them built me back... - [Poem: Remembrance](https://literaryyard.com/2015/08/17/poem-remembrance/): By: Linda M Crate i find it so hard to let you go you were a piece of my soul i was never meant to lose my heart cannot forget the chaos left behind in your wake, and i know... - [Poem: That Human Noise](https://literaryyard.com/2015/08/15/poem-that-human-noise/): By: JD DeHart a tracing of history littered and dotted with raucous uproar sound rising in the open square or whimpered in the tepid evening - [Poem: Implication](https://literaryyard.com/2015/08/15/poem-implication/): By: JD DeHart buried between the lines, a hidden truth reclines like a retiree in the sun of old age, comfortable and elusive meaning obscured by a semantic surface - [Poem: Pretending to be Profound](https://literaryyard.com/2015/08/15/poem-pretending-to-be-profound/): By: JD DeHart by the light that streams in, you can see through the discourse, held up to the light like a small animal within that envelope of syntax and highbrow terminology, the digestive system of the creature can be deduced... - [Story: Mascot](https://literaryyard.com/2015/08/14/story-mascot/): By: Michael C. Keith If you pick up a starving dog and make him prosperous he will not bite you. This is the principal difference between a dog and a man. –– Mark Twain Something moved in the grass ahead... - [Tell Me a Story by Ravinder Singh](https://literaryyard.com/2015/08/14/tell-me-a-story-by-ravinder-singh/): Finally Ravinder Singh seems to spend time on quality writing and offering his readers true experience in his latest book – Tell Me a Story. The author has come to collect the best moments in the form of a book.... - [Aarushi: India's biggest murder mystery documented in a book](https://literaryyard.com/2015/08/14/aarushi-indias-biggest-murder-mystery-documented-in-a-book/): India witnessed a cold blooded murder seven years ago of a teenage girl, Aarushi Talwar. Till date, there is no clue as to who murdered the girl. While the court has put the parents into the convict box, it continues... - [Language termed 'nonsense' in Gulliver's Travels may be Hebrew](https://literaryyard.com/2015/08/13/language-termed-nonsense-in-gullivers-travels-may-be-hebrew/): All of us until today believed that the language spoken by the Lilliputians and other creatures from Jonathan Swift’s 1726 child fiction Gulliver’s Travels is ‘nonsense. But it might not be so. It can in fact be a language spoken in... - [Radical Peace: Exit Free](https://literaryyard.com/2015/08/12/radical-peace-exit-free/): By: William T. Hathaway Chapter 6 of the book RADICAL PEACE: People Refusing War The following report was contributed by one of the founders of Exit Free, a collective in the USA that helps women leave the military by discharge... - [Story: The Black Ticket](https://literaryyard.com/2015/08/12/story-the-black-ticket/): By: Raja Jaiswal The crowd around box office was getting noisier, movie had created a good charm over them, the yearning faces of the people had already declared the movie super hit. I stepped down with its three tickets in... - [Time of Exile by Gaither Stewart launched](https://literaryyard.com/2015/08/11/time-of-exile-by-gaither-stewart-launched/): ‘Time of Exile‘ is the concluding volume of the Europe Trilogy by Gaither Steward – a person and a versatile author whom I know through his writings published in Literary Yard. In the trilogy, Gaither has scripted a political story... - [‘Inheritance’ by Balli Kaur Jaswal](https://literaryyard.com/2015/08/11/inheritance-by-balli-kaur-jaswal/): Indians living abroad have always given the world great novels. But most of them either belong to the US, the UK, Europe or Australia. We never heard the Indian diaspora living in Singapore scripting a great fictional work. Perhaps the... - [Anand Neelakantan's Ajaya released](https://literaryyard.com/2015/08/10/anand-neelakantans-ajaya-released/): Anand Neelakantan is ready with his second fictional work – Ajaya published by Leadstart Publishing. Anand manifested his amazing writing and imaginative skills in his debut novel – Asura. Like Asura, Ajaya is also based on one of the defamed sides... - [Poem: I had a dream](https://literaryyard.com/2015/08/08/poem-i-had-a-dream/): By: Milt Montague last night I had a dream eyes wide awake I lay in blackness fearing never to see the light of day once more never-ending gloom pervaded my thoughts I was helpless unable to move clear my head... - [Poem: alstroemeria](https://literaryyard.com/2015/08/08/poem-alstroemeria/): By: Milt Montagu born in the Andes from nature’s cornucopia gifts to mankind rainbows of beauty modestly priced at local supermarkets everyman’s orchids a touch of the exotic to enhance your mantel or dining table variations of color on every... - [Book Review: 'Brutal' is a debut thriller by Uday Satpathy](https://literaryyard.com/2015/08/08/book-review-brutal-is-a-debut-thriller-by-uday-satpathy/): ‘Brutal’ is a debut thriller by Uday Satpathy who is, as expected, a professional from India’s shining IT industry. Uday is one of those professionals who does not believe in college or corporate romances. He rather likes to create mysteries... - [A Spiritual Dramedy ‘IT DOESN’T HURT TO BE NICE' by Amisha Sethi](https://literaryyard.com/2015/08/07/a-spiritual-dramedy-it-doesnt-hurt-to-be-nice-by-amisha-sethi/): ‘IT DOESN’T HURT TO BE NICE’ a book by a marketing and business professional turned author Amisha Sethi is about to be unveiled. This book is open for pre-orders on Amazon.in. The book being published by Srishti Publishers is a first-of-its-kind genre fiction,... - [Book review: 'Code Grey' is a mystery without the murder](https://literaryyard.com/2015/08/07/book-review-code-grey-is-a-mystery-without-the-murder/): Rarely have we seen or read mystery novels that have no murder or mysterious death. Now, there is one which claims to keep you engaged till the last page because of the racy plot. Clea Simon is a versatile mystery writer... - [5 All Time Great Poems About Death](https://literaryyard.com/2015/08/07/5-great-poems-about-death/): Death has always inspired a generation of authors. Hundreds of novels, plays and poems have portrayed death in dramatic and painful forms. There is something sad yet soul-impinging about death which fires our imagination. Many of the works which have centred around... - [Story: Rally Ground](https://literaryyard.com/2015/08/05/story-rally-ground/): By: Obinna Ozoigbo A capacity crowd has gathered on my father’s acreage, under the luminous Kano skies. The people have come from far and near to cheer my father. They carry placards and banners high in the air, cardboard sheets... - [A tribute to the Poet - E.L. Doctorow](https://literaryyard.com/2015/08/04/a-tribute-to-the-poet-e-l-doctorow/): By: Gaither Stewart My most beloved poet, the American novelist with the Slavic name, E.L. Doctorow, a third generation Russian Jew, is gone. Edgar Lawrence (named after Edgar Allen Poe), was born in the Bronx in New York City just... - [Story: Uncle Ken](https://literaryyard.com/2015/08/03/story-uncle-ken/): By: Ruth Z Deming Africa is shaped like a voluptuous woman. And Uganda, beautiful Uganda, Uncle Ken told his niece Heather, is almost smack dab in the middle. He was a missionary in a scrappy little town called Busega, overflowing with... - [Poem: broken not beaten](https://literaryyard.com/2015/08/02/poem-broken-not-beaten/): By: Linda M Crate all these broken pieces make up the whole of me, and i remember dancing with all the scars burning with the stars; my heart isn’t a machine like yours it has always felt the rain and... - [Poem: i miss you](https://literaryyard.com/2015/08/02/poem-i-miss-you/): By: Linda M Crate i know you are gone, but that doesn’t stop me from missing you; i remember your fierce strength and your courage and your bravery i recall the way we used to laugh and drink hot chocolate... - [Poem: Wild raven's freedom](https://literaryyard.com/2015/08/02/poem-wild-ravens-freedom/): By: Linda M Crate if only you held your love as high as you hold your ego i tried so hard to give you all the space you needed, but the distance you placed between us killed me inside; i... - [Poem: The Congregation of Great Probabilities](https://literaryyard.com/2015/08/01/poem-the-congregation-of-great-probabilities/): By: Pijush Kanti Deb The congregation of great probabilities- as these are so defined and witnessed wandering always around something good, comprising of some heart-soothing goodness as these are already estimated and perceived- under or over, can build their nests... - [Poem: The Second Innings](https://literaryyard.com/2015/08/01/poem-the-second-innings/): By: Pijush Kanti Deb Before it’s too late and the Sun sets in the lap of never ending barren night a line of control is ought to be drawn around the dogmatic sons and daughters and their tearful parents and... - [Poem: A Goal and its shadow](https://literaryyard.com/2015/08/01/poem-a-goal-and-its-shadow/): By: Pijush Kanti Deb It is not necessary on the part of a hunter and his casting of arrows to keep company with the guidelines, sometimes misleading and confusing to a hunter to reach his goal and its shadow- equally... - [How to read poetry?](https://literaryyard.com/2015/07/27/how-to-read-poetry/): A poem is believed to be music to the ears – when murmured, hummed, spoken or sung. If it sounds perfect when read and spoken, it has passed the first and the most important test. Meaning and imagination are two... - [Story: The Twist in the Tale](https://literaryyard.com/2015/07/25/story-the-twist-in-the-tale/): By: Sri Ram I was sure he was going to pull the trigger. The tubular mouth of the semi-automatic pistol, was now pointing to the center of my chest. Chances were ample that, in a few seconds, it may spit... - [Poem: The Pop-up Marketplace](https://literaryyard.com/2015/07/24/poem-the-pop-up-marketplace/): By: Debleena Majumdar Right behind the corner, Right below the neon lights, Springs up everyday, The pop-up marketplace. What will you buy today? Designations decked up In priceless crystals, Buzzwords weighed by A kg of likes and shares, What will... - [Poem: Planet of the Apps](https://literaryyard.com/2015/07/24/poem-planet-of-the-apps/): By: Debleena Majumdar It’s morning; I feel it. From behind the choke Of the closed curtains From below the shroud Of the bedcovers I reach out my hand To my trusted friend “Get out of bed” app. Black screen stares back.... - [A criticism book Rhapsodies and Musings set for launch](https://literaryyard.com/2015/07/23/a-criticism-book-rhapsodies-and-musings-set-for-launch/): Literary Yard has received the following press note about ‘Rhapsodies and Musings’ to be formally launched on 25 July, 2015. It is a literary criticism book that is expected to give more and relevant insights into the works of Sharmila... - [Story: Sibling Solace](https://literaryyard.com/2015/07/22/story-sibling-solace/): By: William T. Hathaway When my wife and I were first married, not so very long ago, we slept in a queen-sized bed. It was our cocoon from the world, where we snuggled and dreamed together. After a while she... - [Story: Afterlife](https://literaryyard.com/2015/07/21/story-afterlife/): By: Emon NC. It meandered diagonally across the surface of the glass, from the top right corner, to the left corner below. Neharika thought it was a stain, caused by the water leakage on the roof above. But a closer... - [Call for Entries for Etisalat Prize for Literature 2015 Announced](https://literaryyard.com/2015/07/20/call-for-entries-for-etisalat-prize-for-literature-2015-announced/): Nigerian telecommunications company, Etisalat (http://www.etisalat.com.ng) has announced the call for entries for the 2015 Etisalat Prize for Literature (http://prize.etisalat.com.ng) which is in its third year. The prize is the first ever Pan African prize celebrating debut African writers of published... - [Story: High School Romance](https://literaryyard.com/2015/07/20/story-high-school-romance/): By: Raja Jaiswal I paced upstairs, the exhausted strokes of legs desperate to throw me to the third floor, where I reside. I wiped down my forehead a stream of sweat, so tired, I was like wanting to throw away... - [Story: Befriending Bhangarh](https://literaryyard.com/2015/07/18/story-befriending-bhangarh/): By: Natalia Suri  In the Dausa haveli of Thakur Umaid Singh, that morning in June was chaotic. The servants ran through the long passages, carrying rice bags, milk cans and flower baskets. Some were busy decorating the main hall. They hung... - [Poem: Garden](https://literaryyard.com/2015/07/16/poem-garden/): By: JD DeHart There is a flaming sword, for sure, still guarding the door. I am sure the tree still exists inside, just beyond the gate, producing fruit useful for tempting an absent audience. - [Poem: Calamari](https://literaryyard.com/2015/07/16/poem-calamari/): By: JD DeHart chewy is my first reaction upon taking a bite, small salad with pink bits I did not immediately register. deep fried, but then all tastes the same deep fried, but at least we have the slow river... - [Poem: reply of the raven](https://literaryyard.com/2015/07/14/poem-reply-of-the-raven/): By: Linda M Crate the truth is we haven’t spoken in many moons oceans have cut across us, and there is no whisper that could sew us back together; what we once had was gone enjoy the fact that it... - [Poem: leaving behind a dead flower](https://literaryyard.com/2015/07/14/poem-leaving-behind-a-dead-flower/): By: Linda M Crate you can lead a horse to water, but you can’t force them to drink; similarly you can harass my mother, but you cannot force me to speak— we are not friends nor will we be again... - [Poem: A Gloomy Star](https://literaryyard.com/2015/07/13/gloomy-star/): By: Vasundhara Dudeja A gloomy star amidst the starry night. It twinkled upon the world; Overtaken by woes and plight. Shining on the surface, With quivering insides. It was a gloomy star amidst the starry night. It stretched itself, Beyond it\’s... - [The Healing Power of Meditation](https://literaryyard.com/2015/07/13/the-healing-power-of-meditation/): By: William T. Hathaway I suffered a brain injury at birth. An EEG test showed chaotic, abnormal brain waves, and in school I had attention deficit disorder. I couldn’t concentrate and my thoughts were cloudy. My grades were mediocre, and... - [Poem: The Two Hosts](https://literaryyard.com/2015/07/08/poem-the-two-hosts/): By: Pijush Kanti Deb Mind and soul – the two hosts wait always to welcome their body- ashamed , confused and hesitated for collocating its head with their own hats but the careful body keeps examining by turn head to... - [Poem: An Enchanting Pampas](https://literaryyard.com/2015/07/08/poem-an-enchanting-pampas/): By: Pijush Kanti Deb Sometimes I feel myself a kite flying thousand miles up above your mesmerizing hand holding me with the veins of your heart and I find myself too standing in a meadow of twinkling stars looking at the... - [Poem: A Rural Love Story](https://literaryyard.com/2015/07/08/poem-a-rural-love-story/): By: Pijush Kanti Deb Sunrise in the tune of morning prayer and a lazy flow of whispering breeze carrying the scent of love bloomed somewhere in a muddy meadow and an enchanting melody of her passionate calling for her man... - [In the company of eight thousand boxes and a gallery of soft-porn](https://literaryyard.com/2015/07/03/in-the-company-of-eight-thousand-boxes-and-a-gallery-of-soft-porn/): By: Shivaji Das From Singapore to Hong Kong on a container ship (Disclaimer: All names have been changed to protect the crew’s privacy.) I am armed and ready; with my medical insurance, a declaration that I and only I am... - [Poem: HIV Positive](https://literaryyard.com/2015/07/02/poem-hiv-positive/): By: Hardeep Sabharwal How can I forget the color of that pink shirt, And the smile of a translucent face, In the young darkness of evening. That fifteen minutes touch, Or maybe any other of that kind, That turned me positive... - [Calls of Romance in Coleridge's Kubla Khan](https://literaryyard.com/2015/06/29/calls-of-romance-in-coleridges-kubla-khan/): ST Coleridge is one of the few poets who I admire most – not because of his a couple of poems but because of his life-like dedication to create a whole new romantic world in each poem. More than anything... - [Poem: High School Crush](https://literaryyard.com/2015/06/29/poem-high-school-crush/): By: JD DeHart I am thankful for social media and its constant reminder of our wiser choices, its flattering and unflattering images It’s truth Thank God for the landscape of disconnected lines that tie us to one another, without sight... - [Poem: When We Arrived](https://literaryyard.com/2015/06/29/poem-when-we-arrived/): By: JD DeHart When we first arrived, we noted the flora and fauna, spoke with the wise queen and made sure to locate the dumpster When we first arrived, we communed with the ancient tree spirits that surrounded the canvas of... - [Story: An Issue of Image](https://literaryyard.com/2015/06/27/story-an-issue-of-image/): By: Michael C. Keith The heavens call to you, and circle about you, displaying to you their eternal splendors, and your eye gazes only to Earth. –– Dante, 1300 “They’ll think we’re grotesque creatures given our eight legs and red... - [WALLS](https://literaryyard.com/2015/06/26/walls/): By: Gaither Stewart I read recently that the conservative government of Hungary has projected a wall along the country’s southern border with Serbia to keep out clandestine Serbs who cross into Hungary in search of work. This prompted me to... - [Scion of Ikshvaku: Will it do justice to the Ram Myth](https://literaryyard.com/2015/06/25/scion-of-ikshvaku-will-it-do-justice-to-the-ram-myth/): ‘Scion of Ikshvaku’ by Amish Tripathi is all set to come out soon. Amish has already gained a lot of acceptance and goodwill through his famous Shiva trilogy that had a runaway success. But ‘Scion of Ikshvaku’ has to stand... - [Poem: The Black Rose of Darhaven](https://literaryyard.com/2015/06/25/poem-the-black-rose-of-darhaven/): By: Matthew D. Laing Darhaven’s grey, lifeless walls have fallen to ruin. Weather beaten and eroded; mortar crumbling into fine powder; beams of an almost ancient wood soaked and rotting; muddied and impassible road winding up Winby’s Hill, all features... - [Amazon's Top 10 Best Books of the Year So Far](https://literaryyard.com/2015/06/24/amazons-top-10-best-books-of-the-year-so-far/): The Amazon Books Editors’ picks for the Top 10 Best Books of the Year So Far are: H is for Hawk by Helen Macdonald: Enthralling from the first page, Macdonald’s gorgeously wrought prose describes a journey from crippling grief to something resembling... - [Poem: You Have Made Me](https://literaryyard.com/2015/06/24/poem-you-have-made-me/): By: Kousik Adhikari You have made me a history Cautiously hiding the scriptures That may cause you write again Of those lips or hands That denies my story of existence, Slow not to find that we shall speak again Of... - [Poem: The Seasons of Thought](https://literaryyard.com/2015/06/24/poem-the-seasons-of-thought/): By: Kousik Adhikari The seasons of thought throughout the night Tease, taunt, and hunt me, Conscious of her universe Spilling from the sudden conviction That we are present after every withdrawal And still another poem possible. Perhaps the night Dogs... - [Poem: Your Song](https://literaryyard.com/2015/06/23/poem-your-song/): By: Yuan Changming To sing a single song well, hopefully as Aloud as a pacific whale, whose call can Reach far beyond a continent, you have used All the strengths of your life, but tone-deaf And never able to carry... - [Poem: Tendency](https://literaryyard.com/2015/06/23/poem-tendency/): By: Yuan Changming I have already stopped But it is my shadow That is still moving As if it has a farther Destination to reach So, don’t even try to Hold it back within Your shape, but just Let it... - [Gary Beck's new novel 'Flawed Connections' released](https://literaryyard.com/2015/06/23/gary-becks-new-novel-flawed-connections-released/): Gary Beck’s new novel ‘Flawed Connections’ is up for grabs. You can check the brief description below before you buy the book. Four close friends: Ted, son of a former anti-Vietnam war activist; Philippe, son of a French mother and... - [Literary Theory Demystified](https://literaryyard.com/2015/06/22/literary-theory-demystified/): Literary Theory and literary terms have always troubled the literary students all over the world. Nonetheless they are interesting and, once understood, help you to read literature. You get to know multiple things about literature. Your thoughts get wings. You read a... - [Story: School’s Out](https://literaryyard.com/2015/06/22/story-schools-out/): By: Miguel Gardel When I first moved to Queens I had to go get myself matriculated at the local high school, which was Novoton, in Elmhurst. It was late April and the school year had only May and June to... - [Which are the top 10 Hardest Languages of the world](https://literaryyard.com/2015/06/21/which-are-the-top-10-hardest-languages-of-the-world/): Did you ever spend time thinking about the toughest languages of the world? Have you ever faced an instance where you had to communicate something to a speaker of the languages which are thought to be toughest in the world? I’ve encountered a... - [Poem: strong](https://literaryyard.com/2015/06/21/poem-strong/): By: Linda M Crate i remember her mismatched eyes disconcerted many, but they were beautiful in their own right; unique in a world that wishes us all to conform wish i had been brave enough to tell her that but... - [Poem: nature as my teacher](https://literaryyard.com/2015/06/21/poem-nature-as-my-teacher/): By: Linda M Crate there is such a peace in falling rain such a music that no human voice can dance through me, and such a joy i’ve never felt when in the sunlit rivulets full of idle conversation; some... - [Poem: dragon slayer](https://literaryyard.com/2015/06/21/poem-dragon-slayer/): By: Linda M Crate the rain falls brings me peace i couldn’t find in the sunshine of your golden locks or in the blue skies of your eyes because everything in you was an illusion you were the prince in... - [Poem: Distorted Environs](https://literaryyard.com/2015/06/20/poem-distorted-environs/): By: Rajandeep Garg Woolgathering zephyr that burrows through the hard-baked kinks of wheat, enwraps my face with ambient caresses, entangles with my flippant tendrils somewhere lateral down the lob. Squatted shadows of its estranged gushes ambles o’er the tossing mustard, like... - [Poem: Clattering bonded sighs](https://literaryyard.com/2015/06/20/poem-clattering-bonded-sighs/): By: Rajandeep Garg Absolute Sun and underneath its ordinance, graven are shadows. Akin wearisome palimpsests and dateless as, babels in a rotunda. Unlike the stars with a borrowed sunshine, and with their constancy of ever changing joy, cascades myriads of... - [Poem: Ode to Parrots](https://literaryyard.com/2015/06/20/poem-ode-to-parrots/): By: Rajandeep Garg A mess of withered leftovers of gooseberry amongst stalks of lavender sheen, a bed of leaves sepia and a penumbra of shadows dawn my backyard rough, but glowing amber with polka dots from light through mothy leaves. I... - [The Realpolitik of Revolution](https://literaryyard.com/2015/06/19/the-realpolitik-of-revolution/): By: William T. Hathaway What will it take to end this ghastly cycle of violence and bring lasting peace, not just end this current war but create a peaceful society in which humanity lives cooperatively and harmoniously? The socialist answer... - [Poem: Why nylon rope](https://literaryyard.com/2015/06/18/poem-why-nylon-rope/): A nylon rope Looped in Eerie folds Lay close by A forlorn human Who intends To make A quick decision Between life and death After an ambiguous spat With fellow beings Who he wants to show But cannot see At the spur... - [Story: The House of Bob](https://literaryyard.com/2015/06/18/story-the-house-of-bob/): By: Phil Temples I first met Bob many years ago. He was cowering near a stoop off a narrow alleyway in Boston’s Back Bay. His clothes were rags. His expression communicated both fear and loathing. He wasn’t even begging me... - [A Tribute to Raja Rao's Kanthapura](https://literaryyard.com/2015/06/17/a-tribute-to-raja-raos-kanthapura/): Among India’s one of the early English novelists, Raja Rao’s name would always be written in golden letters. Raja Rao penned his first novel Kanthapura in 1932. Interestingly he wrote it at a time when English was a foreign language.... - [Poem: A Soldier's Handkerchief](https://literaryyard.com/2015/06/16/poem-a-soldiers-handkerchief/): By: Dr. Ernest Williamson smile for me. upside down lift the curtains in your eyes; the sky’s acrid tears are reminding me of troubled hours; salt in my wounds, disfigured eyes ogling on the parched ground in Saigon. do it... - [Poem: Reusable Crinkled Paper](https://literaryyard.com/2015/06/16/poem-reusable-crinkled-paper/): By: Dr. Ernest Williamson inebriated moments, with course adulteries weighing heavily on the belligerent dandelions given to me; by those romping varicose hands of yours. last winter the flowers were melting in my palm and burning with seditious lies, hovering... - [Poem: Seven](https://literaryyard.com/2015/06/16/poem-seven/): By: Dr. Ernest Williamson I’m seven again; video games aren’t just games they are works of wonderment; feelings of calm before the fireworks in July at Grandma’s house. beauty is more than oblivion  of youth. it’s in my rapid fingers abusing the... - [Story: Brett’s Voice](https://literaryyard.com/2015/06/15/story-bretts-voice/): By: Michael C. Keith Things are never as scary when you’ve got a best friend. –– Bill Watterson I’ve had this voice in my head since I was an adolescent . . . 16 years old, to be exact. At first... - [India's Social Conflict Gets Spotlight in Mulk Raj Anand’s Untouchable](https://literaryyard.com/2015/06/13/indias-social-conflict-gets-spotlight-in-mulk-raj-anands-untouchable/): Problem of untouchabilty has fettered the Indian society so deeply that it still persists in every corner of the country. It grips the Hindu society deeply in its malicious claws. This issue was brought into the literary limelight by none... - [Generations of Resistance to War](https://literaryyard.com/2015/06/12/generations-of-resistance-to-war/): By William T. Hathaway Chapter 8 the book RADICAL PEACE: People Refusing War A Granny for Peace told of finding young allies in the struggle against military recruiting. Due to the PATRIOT Act, she wishes to remain nameless. It’s never... - [Poem: The Crematorium](https://literaryyard.com/2015/06/11/poem-the-crematorium/): By: Priya Anand A structure that is a portal into another world An obsidian silence wrapped within its confines Soles coated with carbon particles Carry the DNA of those that have passed Nano souls unwilling to break away from this... - [6 Trends of the literary publishing domain](https://literaryyard.com/2015/06/10/6-trends-of-the-literary-publishing-domain/): The Internet has transformed the book world significantly. It has shifted the power corners and given more powers to aspiring authors since they can publish online on their own using multiple platforms. At the same time, the Internet has confused the literary... - [Poem: Who Am I](https://literaryyard.com/2016/10/31/poem-who-am-i/): By: Lynn White When did I last know who I am? I wonder if it when I was a child, when I made up stories from my imagination. Was I separate then from the imaginary children with imaginary parents and imaginary... - [Story: Festival](https://literaryyard.com/2016/10/29/story-festival/): By: Sri Ram Contract killers Mani and David were given assignment for the month. The assignment sheet said that they were to kill a guy named Arul, aged 35, an ex-military man. There was a photograph that clearly showed Arul... - [Poem: Impression of Love-Mercy](https://literaryyard.com/2016/10/29/poem-impression-of-love-mercy/): By: Jeo Jenny Momma, what is Mercy? Cha-cha, mercy is something beyond vengeance and ego It can catch wounded hearts and nurses it Travels across the walls of ego Knows no harm even to the harmful The best example is “Love... - [LiteraryYard among top 100 literary blogs on the Planet](https://literaryyard.com/2016/10/28/literaryyard-among-top-100-literary-blogs-on-the-planet/): Hello, Readers – I have a great news to share with our readers: LiteraryYard.com has been ranked among the top 100 literary blogs on the planet by Feedspot.com . This is indeed a surprise as well as a reward for the hardwork and... - [Poem: i hope for better tomorrows](https://literaryyard.com/2016/10/22/poem-i-hope-for-better-tomorrows/): By: Linda M Crate i fear for our country each choice seems like a bad choice i pray that we don’t die because of politician’s greed, and i pray for more tomorrows, and a better future; i pray because our... - [Poem: Vexed flower child](https://literaryyard.com/2016/10/22/poem-vexed-flower-child/): By: Linda M Crate i prefer to be kindness and flowers persephone dreaming in demeter’s garden, but sometimes you force me to become artemis or athena driving into war with animals and fury and bloodshed using wisdom as a weapon... - [Poem: My door is closed, stop knocking](https://literaryyard.com/2016/10/22/poem-my-door-is-closed-stop-knocking/): By: Linda M Crate i don’t want your consequence nor your action simply the beautiful serenity that is found in silence because your voice is a weapon grating into every orifice of my heart with it’s negativity and darkness, and... - [Poem: In The Name of Love](https://literaryyard.com/2016/10/21/poem-in-the-name-of-love/): By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick She closes her eyes Denial deeply embedded Young wife and mother She’s strong; invincible Those things won’t happen to her She refuses to be her mother In the name of love A life-altering mistake Enduring consequences... - [Poem: The Lie](https://literaryyard.com/2016/10/21/poem-the-lie/): By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick Beckoning in the darkness of daylight Transforming soccer moms, business men, and college students into thieves and liars Persuasive it is Inviting you the first time Guarantees excitement Vowing a reprieve Hastily you implore to revisit... - [Poem: All Pleasures Are Bogus](https://literaryyard.com/2016/10/20/poem-all-pleasures-are-bogus/): By: Zunayet Ahammed We are helpless And our helplessness is full of sweetness and light We have come from absolute darkness And through darkness one day We all will be lost into lonely darkness As loneliness is the identity of... - [Poem: No Place To Go](https://literaryyard.com/2016/10/20/poem-no-place-to-go-2/): By: Zunayet Ahammed Symphony is fading away Tigers in us bawling Seeing tube-roses weeping In the waste land of Spring. We visualize the pretensions and nakedness Of so-called men who like “faluda” Nowadays No rosy rain coming Out of the... - [Transformation](https://literaryyard.com/2016/10/18/transformation/): By: Gaither Stewart “Those who cannot change their minds cannot change anything.” George Bernard Shaw Change is a word that both intellectuals and the intelligentsia of America are discussing in these times. However, one is justified to wonder what kind... - [Siddhivinayak - A fascinating tale](https://literaryyard.com/2016/10/17/siddhivinayak-a-fascinating-tale/): By: Sagar Pandya The 1.7 kilometers long queue outside Shree Siddhivinayak temple compelled me to think whether the mob …oh I am sorry the ‘Devotees’ waiting for hours together in the queue have slightest of hint that why is there such... - [Poem: New Year’s Eve](https://literaryyard.com/2016/10/17/poem-new-years-eve/): By: Wylie Strout The evening before tomorrow The evening after last Sitting, desiring, wishing and hoping That change will come alas How I wish I could be profound And yet all I am able to unfold Is a mold that... - [Poem: A Bird, a Beaver and a Cat](https://literaryyard.com/2016/10/17/poem-a-bird-a-beaver-and-a-cat/): By: Wylie Strout A beaver with his shoulders slouched sits on my couch while a cat paws its way. I rose in a daze with a bird in the cupboard. Back up. Summoning the beaver with little effect. Never had... - [Traversing the Expressible: Stories of Death and Desire](https://literaryyard.com/2016/10/16/traversing-the-expressible-stories-of-death-and-desire/): By: Ilgin Yildiz  Death and desire are inexhaustible themes in literary works, and short story as a brief literary form, allows for condensed and layered philosophical and psychological explorations. This essay will deploy a psychoanalytical perspective to discuss stories by Katherine Mansfield, Raymond... - [Indifference](https://literaryyard.com/2016/10/16/indifference/): By: Gaither Stewart  Indifference is an American-European story. As French chansonnier Serge Gainsbourg sang of his love for Brigitte Bardot: “What does the weather matter, what matters the wind? Better your absence than your indifference.” Or Gilbert Bécaud: “Indifference kills... - [Poem: That Tuesday Night](https://literaryyard.com/2016/10/16/poem-that-tuesday-night/): By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick Analytical she is Retrospective Perplexed by the manifestation That Tuesday Night The problem, pain Always the same Never-ending pain No light exists pain Hopeless pain Intense pain That Tuesday Night Solution-focused Problem Solution A decision A... - [Poem: Soft Yellow Sheets](https://literaryyard.com/2016/10/16/poem-soft-yellow-sheets/): By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick Opening her eyes she could not see Blackness filled the air Not a speckle of light anywhere Reaching her hands about Familiarity The softness of the yellow sheets A feather pillow On her knees she crawled... - [A Good Samaritan and the only lasting democracy](https://literaryyard.com/2016/10/16/a-good-samaritan-and-the-only-lasting-democracy/): By: Chuck Orloski   All human beings can recall times when they (selflessly) helped an anonymous “someone” in either dire need or in trouble, and felt good? Upon reflection, approximately four years ago, a mentally challenged fellow, nicknamed Moose, age... - [Loyalty](https://literaryyard.com/2016/10/16/loyalty/): By: Gaither Stewart The quality of loyalty has played an important but perplexing role in my life, both positive and negative, which for many years has prompted countless nocturnal ruminations about the reasons for my concern for what at first... - [Trilogy of 3 Poems](https://literaryyard.com/2016/10/16/trilogy-of-3-poems/): By: Gabriella Garofalo 1. Does it account for Eve’s lover? Sometimes artists get high Or maybe it wasn’t good mud – Anyway cicadas sing, grass and trees are freebies, You’d like to meet him, but run into men, women With their... - [Bards behind bars: Literature in a locked-down land](https://literaryyard.com/2016/10/09/bards-behind-bars-literature-in-a-locked-down-land/): By: William T. Hathaway Prisons are one of the few growth industries in the USA today. They are becoming money-making institutions, and profits are rising. New ones are being built and old ones expanded to hold all the new slave... - [Story: Between the Shadow and the Soul](https://literaryyard.com/2016/10/09/story-between-the-shadow-and-the-soul/): By: Sobia Abdin I must have been holding the photograph for several minutes in my left hand, staring at it pensively, my head heavy with the weight of my thoughts. Ten years had elapsed since the photograph was taken. Lakshita... - [Poem: Red Rain Boots](https://literaryyard.com/2016/10/09/poem-red-rain-boots/): By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick He desired rain boots, specifically Red Rain Boots She being she and him being him She knows wants are not needs He knows what he wants He knows her She knows him Together they scheme Stores... - [Story: Autumn Leave Taking](https://literaryyard.com/2016/10/09/story-autumn-leave-taking-2/): By: William T. Hathaway Bracing against gusts of wind, I splash through puddles and crush red-orange-yellow leaves that splotch the sidewalk to the radiologist’s office. There I drink the barium cocktail and slide into the CAT scan ring; the machine... - [Poem: Brother, Mom, and Dad](https://literaryyard.com/2016/09/28/poem-brother-mom-and-dad/): By: G. Louis Heath His brother had been too soft, not soft like his Mom, just weak. In his brother was enough of his mercurial, entrepreneurial, indulgent Dad to spoil him and enough of his gentle Mom to soften him,... - [Poem: The Course of Water](https://literaryyard.com/2016/09/28/poem-the-course-of-water/): By: G. Louis Heath Our summer cottage stood at a bend in the creek, a beautiful spot on Earth, unlike no other to us. Here our family memories, good and bad, found a home. It was our special place infused... - [Poem: The Ultimate Shade Of Evil](https://literaryyard.com/2016/09/28/poem-the-ultimate-shade-of-evil/): By: G. Louis Heath A tale filled with the darkest shade of black is a very hard tale to tell. But I must warn the generations unborn. The broken bones in the mass grave dug into the hardpan plain darken... - [Poem: Stop](https://literaryyard.com/2016/09/26/poem-stop/): By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick It’s happening I knew it would It always does It goes something like this Heart pounding out of my chest Fast breaths Short breaths Where is the air? The walls move closer The elevator stops They’re... - [Poem: Bonded](https://literaryyard.com/2016/09/26/poem-bonded/): By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick “…for better or worse, richer or poorer, in sickness and health, ’til death do we part… the two shall become one… husband and wife…” a kiss to seal the deal is it husband and wife or... - [Poem: Nightmares while I Daydream](https://literaryyard.com/2016/09/26/poem-nightmares-while-i-daydream/): By: Safiyyah Motaib nightmares while I daydream twisting and turning tangled in white bed sheets worn by yesterday’s ghost wanting to frighten me. It synchronizes its float with my shadow’s footsteps; when the sun sets, my shadow fades, but my... - [Poem: Met a spider](https://literaryyard.com/2016/09/26/poem-met-a-spider/): By: Safiyyah Motaib was walking down a road one day met a spider and thought I’d listen to what he had to say was 63 years old he said while he weaved golden thread around, silver stars he looks into when... - [Poem: Wider World](https://literaryyard.com/2016/09/25/poem-wider-world/): By: JD DeHart There is a wider world of ideas hidden inside ink on many pages, ready to be opened up, released into the air, like a fine scent There is a wider knowledge, a broader experience, a different view... - [Poem: Lawn Mower Maintenance](https://literaryyard.com/2016/09/25/poem-lawn-mower-maintenance/): By: JD DeHart Most of life seems to be maintenance, keeping the edges drawn neatly Most of my soul seems to be watching the boundaries, knowing the limits, and allowing Life to flow at it needs, sprouting and thriving, a series... - [When a Hot Dog Grille went Code Red at St. Ann's Annual Novena](https://literaryyard.com/2016/09/25/when-a-hot-dog-grille-went-code-red-at-st-anns-annual-novena/): By: Chuck Orloski For the past 10-years, I tried to make up for lapses in weekly Sunday church envelope contributions by working as a volunteer at the St. Ann Novena food stand. To impose penance and exact a measure of punishment... - [Poem: I RESIGNED – MY LIFE TIME COMMITMENT](https://literaryyard.com/2016/09/25/poem-i-resigned-my-life-time-commitment/): By: Jeo Jenny Loved you by my soul Dared to hurt myself for you Simple parting made me in tears When I happened to hear your name I smiled within Each moment of yours kissed me The moment came real We... - [Poem: Mother Would Have Liked You](https://literaryyard.com/2016/09/24/poem-mother-would-have-liked-you/): By: Ruth Deming Boston Market, crucible of the western world stands as a watchtower on Welsh and York as Evelyn and I enter the air-conditioned splendor with joy and a sigh A long line of hungry people snake around the... - [Story: The Lottery Ticket](https://literaryyard.com/2016/09/24/story-the-lottery-ticket/): By: Ruth Deming She took to sleeping on her screened-in back porch during these terribly hot nights in August. A long chaise lounge took up half the room and lay on the green carpeting that looked like freshly mown grass. Her... - [Poem: In Question](https://literaryyard.com/2016/09/24/poem-in-question/): By: William C. Blome You show me someone who’s familiar with hawks That swoop only for barbells, And I’ll show you a goofy lummox Who’s undoubtedly rarer than the birdies In question. And, okay, it’s your refuse-heap love For me... - [Dessert (Payasam)](https://literaryyard.com/2016/09/24/dessert-payasam/): By: Pavle Radonic Would be interesting to verify with B/P, but certainly this place produces calm, ease and releases some strong endorphins. The music needs to filter out from the kitchen unobtrusively like this, almost beneath consciousness. One little precociously... - [Story: Saviour](https://literaryyard.com/2016/09/24/story-saviour/): By: David Churack I remember that it was rubbish collection day when I died. The strongest emotion I felt over the whole day was bitter resentment at the metaphorical implications. Truth be told, though, I was ready to die. I was... - [Story: Gods](https://literaryyard.com/2016/09/24/story-gods/): By:  Sri Ram Looking at Vega walking briskly on the sands of the Sahara Pigo asked “Where do you go?” “I am gonna see God” Vega said without even turning his head towards Pigo. Pigo walked along with Vega. He... - [Poem: Wild Bird](https://literaryyard.com/2016/09/24/poem-wild-bird/): By: Linda M Crate other women are graceful and thinner than i swans floating in the air shimmering in all their beauty perfectly content with their apparent beauty, but i have many windows open and closed some boarded shut and... - [Poem: Letting go of scars](https://literaryyard.com/2016/09/24/poem-letting-go-of-scars/): By: Linda M Crate i hide in the hallows of words trying desperately to melt away the husks and shells and pieces of me that i don’t like to lovingly caress my virtue, and make excuses for the dirtiness painted... - [Poem: A Fallen Saint](https://literaryyard.com/2016/09/24/poem-a-fallen-saint/): By: Linda M Crate his love was a mortuary slowly swallowing pieces of her until she could not find herself for him, and it seemed to happen overnight this metamorphosis; he the fallen angel and she the saint caught in... - [THE MAGUS OF SHEPPERTON: Some thoughts on J.G. Ballard](https://literaryyard.com/2016/09/07/the-magus-of-shepperton-some-thoughts-on-j-g-ballard/): By: Albert Hall J.G. Ballard, who died in April 2009, at the age of seventy eight, was one of the most brilliant and imaginative writers of modern times. His formative experience occurred in China. He was brought up in a... - [Poem: My only light](https://literaryyard.com/2016/09/06/poem-my-only-light/): By: Milt Montague the blinds are tightly shut to keep out the bright sun i burrow down into my chair for comfort a computer light the only illumination my mindscreen comes alive buzzing with ephemeral ideas one seems the most... - [Poem: My new friend](https://literaryyard.com/2016/09/06/poem-my-new-friend/): By: Milt Montague as I left my home this morning I was greeted by a new friend exuding waves of love and warmth hundreds of tiny florets dressed in passionate pink made into a baseball sized flower each one sitting... - [Poem: Difference demolished](https://literaryyard.com/2016/09/04/poem-difference-demolished/): By: Sunil Sharma In a fluid world away from this one of stricter boundaries float creatures otherwise denied and banished from the kingdom of the Homo sapiens, the ones evolved the varied specimens interact in a scene not possible real-time... - [Story: The Blue Moon Hotel](https://literaryyard.com/2016/09/04/story-the-blue-moon-hotel/): By: emon.nc The water would recede, but the stench would linger on. A cold, damp, hopeless stench that Neharika hated so much. Every time the murky brown water rushed through the doors of blue moon hotel, Neharika would feel fretful.... - [Poem: Noise from humanity's 1st Perimetrium construction activity](https://literaryyard.com/2016/09/04/poem-noise-from-humanitys-1st-perimetrium-construction-activity/): By: Chuck Orloski The Garden of Eden Dow neither rose nor fell and Eve’s income never surpassed $100 grand. Methinks she got a bad rap from I AM WHO AM’s publicity staff, underwriters, and Heaven’s D.O.J. Why all she ever asked... - [Poem: Where is the rain?](https://literaryyard.com/2016/09/04/poem-where-is-the-rain/): By: Abhijeet Deshmukh The sun is obscured by a cloud The thunder you can hear aloud The clouds race to be the first To a mountain that will make them burst This joy of rain we have known for ages We’ve... - [Poem: Sleep Well my Son and Dry your Tears](https://literaryyard.com/2016/09/04/poem-sleep-well-my-son-and-dry-your-tears/): By: Eliah Medina Sleep well my son and dry your tears, I know you are hurting, it will be over soon. We will soar again with the gods for countless years. We flew from the labyrinth of death and fears Flying... - [Poem: Killing Hope at the Harper Valley P.T.A.](https://literaryyard.com/2016/09/04/poem-killing-hope-at-the-harper-valley-p-t-a/): By: Chuck Orloski Boiling days of July 2016, school’s out, American kids ushered to Grandpa’s inflatable pool and Smiley’s Day Care Center at $300.00 per week. Sedated, weary, Mrs. Johnson sat in back row of Harper Valley Junior High auditorium.... - [Poem: Edee](https://literaryyard.com/2016/09/04/poem-edee/): By: Robert A. Davies She blessed us when we came a lady in her 80s bent over, face wrinkled a voice sweet and thin. We had come for strawberries. She directed us to the farthest field. Again she blessed us.... - [Story: Autumn Leave Taking](https://literaryyard.com/2016/09/04/story-autumn-leave-taking/): By: William T. Hathaway Bracing against gusts of wind, I splash through puddles and crush red-orange-yellow leaves that splotch the sidewalk to the radiologist’s office. There I drink the barium cocktail and slide into the CAT scan ring; the machine... - [Story: Turkish Delight](https://literaryyard.com/2016/08/15/story-turkish-delight/): By: Gaither Stewart His dark face projected toward the rain-blurred windshield, Ibrahim’s body was unusually stiff and erect. The powerful windshield wipers slashed relentlessly but ineffectively at the unyielding rain while the constant splash from the intense traffic on the... - [Palestine—Hymn OR Dirge](https://literaryyard.com/2016/08/15/palestine-hymn-or-dirge/): GATE OF THE SUN– A Novel by Elias Khoury By Gaither Stewart (Rome) On this hot Italian late afternoon, after over a week inside the literary work entitled Gate of the Sun, I am still wandering in the gossamer framework... - [Innocence](https://literaryyard.com/2016/08/15/innocence/): “Нужно иметь сердце, чтобы понять!” (One needs heart to understand) By Gaither Stewart (Rome) In his novel, The Idiot, Dostoevsky wrote that beauty can save the world, admitting however that “beauty is difficult to judge … and is a riddle.”... - [Poem: I Hear the Music](https://literaryyard.com/2016/08/15/poem-i-hear-the-music/): By: Neil Creighton When these limbs were strong, when ears were young and clear, when each day was unblinkingly bright, much grand music I could not hear. Now they hear a vast symphony from stars traversing the night, and these declining... - [Poem: the demise](https://literaryyard.com/2016/08/15/poem-the-demise/): By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick this is the beginning this is the end the blueprint initiates the transition why am i here no purpose do i serve void of contentment restless from the urge the answer has been apparent distinct for... - [Poem: The Walls](https://literaryyard.com/2016/08/15/poem-the-walls-2/): By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick she shuddered upon entering the room it was just like any other room not memorable at all not the color of the walls if there were pictures or knick-knacks what the furniture looked like which pieces... - [Story: Between the Lines](https://literaryyard.com/2016/08/15/story-borders/): By: Christiane Demack Armenia, c. 600 C.E. I paced back and forth inside my chamber, stopping only to look out the window anxiously before resuming my restless pacing. The sun was setting, an orange glint on the castle walls. The... - [Poem: For Pythia](https://literaryyard.com/2016/08/15/poem-for-pythia/): By: Satish Verma In suddenness, I will write a poem for you. You had stopped at the outset, like a black moon opening up perfervidly. Remote from the oneness of life, a flame leapt up to ignite the process of... - [Poem: The Walls](https://literaryyard.com/2016/08/15/poem-the-walls/): By: Satish Verma Something to leave for you. Don’t pull the other end of the string. Dedicated to the invincible, I raise a toast for a theorist, for not calling me back. Shall I move away from the road overflowing with... - [Poem: Untitled](https://literaryyard.com/2016/08/15/poem-untitled-2/): By: Satish Verma The triangle― right-angled. Pythagorean I would never find the center. An absence gnaws at me. Standing in dark I start a talkathon with walls. Strically, I reverse the numbers. Fires start. I am still reading the page,... - [Poem: My City](https://literaryyard.com/2016/08/15/poem-my-city/): By: Sandeep Kumar Mishra My city has dazzling appearance Its days are sweating labours The nights are stiffly precarious Malls, palaces, shops, skyscrapers All things are but only a granite museum People came from unknown places Growing day by day like... - [Poem: This Bud’s For You](https://literaryyard.com/2016/07/21/poem-this-buds-for-you/): By: Catherine McGuire Inside the Green Cross boutique, white walls, clean lines of an optometrist’s glass and steel you can’t afford us counters; soft, sleek lamps spotlight glass cylinders, discrete labels: Headband, Girl Scout Cookies, Blueberry Haze. Young budistas cheerfully advise.... - [Poem: Triage Your Pockets](https://literaryyard.com/2016/07/21/poem-triage-your-pockets/): from a mis-read headline By: Catherine McGuire   The portable dust-bunnies need no help. Snuggle-lint nests in corners of my flannel jacket; they feed off the lining. Don’t worry. The rain-dyed wooden clothespins like hobos seeking shelter are merely misdirected —... - [The Beautiful Pocono Mountains and the Beloved of Allah](https://literaryyard.com/2016/07/21/the-beautiful-pocono-mountains-and-the-beloved-of-allah/): By: Chuck Orloski Late Friday evening, July 15, I tuned into CNN and learned about the astonishing Turkey military coup attempt. In awe, given Turkey’s key strategic NATO membership and its hard nosed intelligence service in league with the mighty CIA... - [Clean Air, Water, Soil, and Invoices Away!](https://literaryyard.com/2016/07/17/clean-air-water-soil-and-invoices-away/): By: Chuck Orloski “Pretend that you owe me nothing, and all the world is green,” Tom Waits, from the L.P., “Blood Money.” In December 1989, two months married, I shared good news with my lovely bride Carol. After a job search... - [Poem: Requiem, June 8, 1967](https://literaryyard.com/2016/07/17/poem-requiem-june-8-1967/): By: Chuck Orloski That day in the Mediterranean Sea, Jonah took leave of the whale belly and exited his reconnaissance trance. Upon surfacing, the USS Liberty afire, and Jonah heard no thunder from D.C. High above the American dead, Jonah saw... - [Poem: Carry your own cross](https://literaryyard.com/2016/07/16/poem-carry-your-own-cross/): By: Linda M Crate   you wanted me to crucify my dreams and hopes and aspirations to be content living behind the walls of dead dreams believing in the vanity of scorn and judgment, but i could not be death... - [Poem: i won't sacrifice myself anymore](https://literaryyard.com/2016/07/16/poem-i-wont-sacrifice-myself-anymore/): By: Linda M Crate   i can be soft as petals, but i can be cutting as thorns; gave you my worst and my best thought inbetween the scars we both had that we could find this thing that is... - [Poem: The Secret](https://literaryyard.com/2016/06/28/poem-the-secret/): By: L.D. Diem I never thought about killing myself until I imagined losing my daughter to some horrible disease seeing her deteriorate like I did my father- for eight years of his life it was something my 23 year old self... - [Story: The Man in the Gorilla Mask](https://literaryyard.com/2016/06/28/story-the-man-in-the-gorilla-mask/): By: S.D. Lavender After breakfast, before she left for work, Doris went into the living room of her suburban St. Louis home where her husband Milton sat on the couch in his kimono eating a bowl of Captain Crunch. “Honey, listen... - [Poem: The Gorilla Lady](https://literaryyard.com/2016/06/28/poem-the-gorilla-lady/): By: Zunayet Ahammed The night sky calls me To see her sapphire The deep dark forest requests me To be his bosom The lonely clouds offer me To soar very high In the naked heaven Only you don’t ask me... - [Poem: No Place To Go](https://literaryyard.com/2016/06/28/poem-no-place-to-go/): By: Zunayet Ahammed Symphony is fading away afar Tigers in us bawling Seeing tube-roses weeping In the infertile land of spring. We visualize the pretensions and nakedness Of those so-called men who’ve gone “faludha” Now a days No rosy rain... - [A Reflection of Anita Desai’s Thematic Concerns in the Novel, The Village by the Sea](https://literaryyard.com/2016/06/23/a-reflection-of-anita-desais-thematic-concerns-in-the-novel-the-village-by-the-sea/): By: Indunil Madhusankha ABSTRACT Garlanded with universal appreciation, Anita Desai is one of the most distinguished Indo-English writers of the post-colonial era. Her contribution towards the contemporary Indian English novel has been well acclaimed by the far flung literary community both... - [Poem: Memories For Sale](https://literaryyard.com/2016/06/16/poem-memories-for-sale/): By: Susan Speranza Five years of memories for sale by owner. Better yet, free to a good home. I need to clean out the rooms of my life where joy once roamed and promises hung like sacred lanterns, guiding our way... - [Poem: Rey Mysterio is Never Alone](https://literaryyard.com/2016/06/16/poem-rey-mysterio-is-never-alone/): By: Michael Chin Rey Mysterio, five-foot-six, professional wrestling’s littlest star, presses his masked forehead to the forehead of children in the crowd on his way to the ring. He whispered to each one variations on the same message. Not words of... - [Poem: The Warrior's Run](https://literaryyard.com/2016/06/16/poem-the-warriors-run/): By: Michael Chin The Ultimate Warrior used to run to the ring. Long hair waving behind him. Fist pumping. And I pumped my fist too. At the spectacle. At the intensity. At the explosion. Ten, fifteen years later, when he’d... - [Story: Excalibur Magic](https://literaryyard.com/2016/06/16/story-excalibur-magic/): By: Wylie Strout  Frankie and his mom peer through the den window as they hear a van starting up the driveway with “Excalibur Magic” printed on its side in large letters which glitter wildly in the sun’s rays. Long, stiff, tuxedoed legs... - [Gary Beck's Poetry Collection 'Perceptions' Out](https://literaryyard.com/2016/06/16/gary-becks-poetry-collection-perceptions-out/): Perceptions is a poetry collection that challenges many of our attitudes and values, showing us many of our concerns that grow more troubled in these difficult times. Here is what Gary Beck says about his poetry collection: Disasters of our... - [Poem: Path of the Berry](https://literaryyard.com/2016/06/10/poem-path-of-the-berry/): By: F. Poussin  Is it so wrong begging to follow the path of the berry so tender, so plump and so full of its nectar, as she sinks her pearls in the flesh delectable, so mysterious of many savors, born in... - [Poem: Seeking completion](https://literaryyard.com/2016/06/10/poem-seeking-completion/): By: F. Poussin  Focused inward to a reality unseen, privileged, puerile, the towel dowsed in the shower’s summer rain is dry. Impossible, illusory, farther as it might be close, a quake sudden, fast rotation, the jerk to a better realm. Behind... - [Poem: Casting the die](https://literaryyard.com/2016/06/10/poem-casting-the-die/): By: F. Poussin  The odd die is cast, for it is not of six sides; only two options will emerge from the drunken roll. A yes or a zero, no maybe nor perhaps; The gray areas will be white or they... - [The Rise and Fall of Nations : Ten Rules of Change in the Post](https://literaryyard.com/2016/06/05/the-rise-and-fall-of-nations-ten-rules-of-change-in-the-post/): Ruchir Sharma who is head of emerging markets at Morgan Stanley is back with his latest book “The Rise and Fall of Nations : Ten Rules of Change in the Post“. The book gives you a different perspective of the... - ['Ayodhya Revisited' tries to reinvent the Babri dispute](https://literaryyard.com/2016/06/05/ayodhya-revisited-tries-to-reinvent-the-babri-dispute/): ‘Ayodhya Revisited’ is a new work in town on the history’s biggest dispute – Ayodhya’s Ram Janam Bhoomi. The book written by Kunal Kishore claims that the ‘Babri Mosque’ on the ‘Ram Janam Bhoomi’ temple was never built by Babur,... - [Literary Analysis of Robert Frost Poetry](https://literaryyard.com/2016/06/04/literary-analysis-of-robert-frost-poetry/): By: Moss Who was Robert Frost? He was the most popular American poet of the twentieth century. Robert Frost was born in San Francisco in 1874. In 1912, he moved to England where his first volumes were published to great acclaim.... - [Poem: Lascaux II.](https://literaryyard.com/2016/06/04/poem-lascaux-ii/): By: Neil Creighton It is a facsimile, but few galleries are more beautiful. There is a hush, a sense of the sacred. In the dim light the walls shimmer with copies of artwork, walls and ceiling covered with confident boldness of... - [Poem: On the F Train](https://literaryyard.com/2016/06/03/poem-on-the-f-train/): By: Adreyo Sen On the F Train she is yet another prisoner straitjacketed by Pink North Face, her anxious hands cuffed by anxiety, McDonalds imprisoning the slender cheekbones her once tender husband teased would shatter his heart. Her eyes dulled are... - [Review: 'Destiny of Shattered Dreams' by Nilesh Rathod](https://literaryyard.com/2016/06/02/review-destiny-of-shattered-dreams-by-nilesh-rathod/): People often enjoy tales told by insiders. ‘Destiny of Shattered Dreams’ is one such story that reveals the results of unbridled greed, uncontrolled lust and deep-rooted arrogance of a businessman – Atul Shyamlal Malhotra. He’s ambitious. He’s arrogant. He’s corrupt.... - [Poem: Rummager](https://literaryyard.com/2016/06/02/poem-rummager/): By: Angelica Fuse He moves, travels through his own world of cast off goods Some would say he has wings on his back, a guardian angel sent here to test our faith in humanity I just say he smells like piss. - [Story: Notes From a Nazi Assassin](https://literaryyard.com/2016/06/02/story-notes-from-a-nazi-assassin/): By: Ruth Deming My name is Hans Ulbrecht. At age eighty-nine I cry myself to sleep every night. I have never married. How could I? My kin would have the DNA of a once-despised Nazi assassin. When I was twenty-two,... - [Poem: Diabetes Versus Mom's Brownies](https://literaryyard.com/2016/06/02/poem-diabetes-versus-moms-brownies/): By: Ruth Deming No, it’s not in the family no, I’m not overweight no, I don’t drink soda or eat Tastykakes. It was the lithium that did it ruined my kidneys those impeccable filters that keep our insides clean Up... - [Poem: Lavender Carpet](https://literaryyard.com/2016/06/02/poem-lavender-carpet/): By: Ruth Deming I sat on the living room floor studying the swatch books Perhaps we could carpet my bedroom with both the pink that was the color of a cat’s tongue and the lavender like ballooning pants worn in... - [Poem: Death of a Tree](https://literaryyard.com/2016/06/02/poem-death-of-a-tree/): By: Ruth Deming She stood at attention watching the cars along Terwood Road Each year she grew a little taller better views the snowman with the silly stick arms the covered over swimming pool awaiting its day Tulip Tree took it... - [Poem: broken porcelain](https://literaryyard.com/2016/05/26/poem-broken-porcelain/): By: Linda M Crate i’m no longer your porcelain princess won’t break since you dropped me because i’ve found beauty in the peaces of my soul you never truly saw me as my beautiful reality only for the depth of... - [Poem: To Welcome the Sun Which Rises in the West](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/14/poem-to-welcome-the-sun-which-rises-in-the-west/): By: Pijush Kanti Deb I give a chase to it yet the sun doesn’t rise in the west, I jump on it still I find myself always lying below a merciless rapist, I scratch on it nevertheless the honey is... - [Kasuri’s book launched in Mumbai despite Shiv Sena’s protest](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/13/kasuris-book-launched-in-mumbai-despite-shiv-senas-protest/): When culture begins to mix with politics, it makes the life difficult for artists. It happened when Sudheendra Kulkarni, the organizer of the book launch ceremony of former Pakistan Foreign Minister Ahmed Kasuri, was abused by Shiv Sena people yesterday.... - [Story: Jack](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/12/story-jack/): By: Ruth Z Deming I planned my getaway from my husband as carefully as a bank robber planning a heist. I was used to lying to Jack, my husband of twenty years, so when I said, “Let’s take separate cars to... - [Story: The Players](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/12/poem-the-players/): By: David Jordan  He sat at the bar nursing his second pint of stout, feeling boozy and depressed. He didn’t feel like drinking. He felt like walking. Outside would be nice and cold. So he got up off his stool and... - [Poem: Reminders](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/10/poem-reminders/): By: JD DeHart Some people keep a string tied around a finger, Some people keep a running list on paper, While others keep a file in the back of their minds, wrong after wrong, moment after moment, a collection of... - [Poem: Dominant Views](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/10/poem-dominant-views/): By: JD DeHart I pause, waiting for the moment to let my words drop in, funnel down, and channel through the table conversation The moment is still waiting because a few topics dance back and forth, flames of political or... - [Poem: Defaulting](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/10/poem-defaulting/): By: JD DeHart I default to my prior stance, coming straight back to the moment years ago I stand again on the old resolution after some travel and thought And that’s okay, because I have transformed in other ways, a... - [Poem: The Wait Gate](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/10/poem-the-wait-gate/): By: JD DeHart Here we wait, for water, for mind, for a candidate that is real, Here we wait, for answers, for questions we do not know yet how to ask Here we wait, for the power of words, for... - ['India The Crucial Years' a memoir released](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/09/india-the-crucial-years-a-memoir-released/): ‘India The Crucial Years’ is a new book in the town that claims to offer you the best insights into the India which was. Penned by T V Rajeswar who has been in the middle of affairs in the government... - [Don't Tell A Novelist to Rewrite Their Novel: It's Their Dream Not Yours](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/09/dont-tell-a-novelist-to-rewrite-their-novel-its-their-dream-not-yours/): By: Linda M. Crate I am a writer. It is my passion, my love, and my favorite skill set so to speak. I have been writing since I was thirteen years old. I started with poetry. To date I have... - [Poem: Spinning Plates](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/09/poem-spinning-plates/): By: Edgar Law Running a successful business, they tell me, is like spinning plates in the air, let them circle in the sun up there and be always ready for one or two to shatter so that you can pick up... - [Poem: Technique](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/09/poem-technique/): By: Edgar Law She knows how to run the meeting, how to show without telling, how to design a great presentation She knows how to manage a bow tie, make her way around a crowded table, but today it’s slipping She... - [Poem: Semantic Map](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/08/poem-semantic-map/): By: Joshua Ford Word Goes to term Term Goes to paper Paper Goes to grade Grade Goes to power Power Goes to electricity Electricity Goes to creative Creative Goes to planet Planet Goes to calm Calm Goes to tea leaves Tea... - [Poem: Huts](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/08/poem-huts/): By: Joshua Ford We woke in a new world where all there was was huts in a nice little row. The sky above us was so nice and broad, and I was scared of it. Then the dinner bell came ringing... - [Poem: National Poetry Day](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/08/poem-national-poetry-day/): By: C. J. Black (8th October 2015.) Today being designated as that day I have just two things to say Whatever it is be forth right Press the calm button, then write. But then again being a writer, once you start... - [Poem: I hope you guess my name](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/07/poem-i-hope-you-guess-my-name/): By: Andrew Tranter Greeted with a smile from beneath a leathered face of wrinkles Happy, jovial, offering food and drink with a grin to these strangers Vodka and glasses appear, then bread and soup swimming in mayonnaise Excited offering seats... - [Poem: P O W](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/07/poem-p-o-w/): By: Andrew Trante Heads of Jute laid out in rows Plastic binds instilling power Soldiers no longer of humanity Deliciously denigrated in silence Power absolute in defeat The Meat grinder craves flesh Dishonoured, dispossessed Fearing sounds of a breath The... - [Poem: Whispered Words…](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/07/poem-whispered-words/): By: Andrew Tranter The morning air crisp, pure and clean The world is on the edge of awake In the distance, an owl says goodnight And a mist blankets a quiet stream Bird song already an hour old as the... - [Poem: ephemera](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/06/poem-ephemera/): By: Jocelyn Mosman I tell you often how much I love you maybe it’s because I don’t know how much time we have left I can’t comprehend what it feels like to die but this grief is a tsunami I... - [Poem: oblivion](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/06/poem-oblivion/): By: Jocelyn Mosman your voice on the phone is how I define sorrow I used to wait for the sound to emanate after ring    ring     ring but these days you tell me not to call you tell me you... - [Poem: the island](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/05/poem-the-island/): By: Linda M Crate no man is an island they say, but i am no man; i find myself at my most comfortable when i am alone there are no illusions and people pleasing no having to deal with people... - [Poem: just a past love](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/05/poem-just-a-past-love/): By: Linda M Crate you said i was marie and kikyo always your past love never your last even in the present of the moments we shared together, and i don’t know why i didn’t nail the holes of your... - [Poem: More condescending than peacocks](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/05/poem-more-condescending-than-peacocks/): By: Linda M Crate you’re the devil except you don’t wear prada just tennis shoes, and an attitude more condescending than a strutting male peacock; you think the whole world should bow down and serve your lazy entitled rear— you... - [Poem: From Another Room](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/04/poem-from-another-room/): By: JD DeHart From another room, I can see you seeing me.  I only know what my hands looks like, and I hate the sound of my own voice recorded, reading back to me. I avoid mirrors when I can.... - [Poem: Confines](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/04/poem-confines/): By: JD DeHart She speaks with the mouth of a creature who begs the stage. She wants, needs, absurdly craves to tell her story over and over and loud. She is confined by her own shackles of perception, caged by... - [Poem: Communication](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/04/poem-communication/): By: JD DeHart I raise my eyebrow at the dog and he (she?) does not know what I mean. When I hold you close and you make a sound, does that auditory phenomenon mean what I hope it does? When... - [Nonsense Poem: The Owl and The Pussycat by Edward Lear](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/03/nonsense-poem-the-owl-and-the-pussycat-by-edward-lear/): The Owl and the Pussycat is a classic nonsense poem by Edward Lear which has always been one of favourite poems since my childhood. I’ve deliberately chosen this poem for today since I feel that every young reader should read... - [Story: Hanging On](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/03/story-hanging-on/): By: Gaither Stewart Professor Emiliano Madero liked to profess publicly that he felt he was in the midst of an epic battle between the two gods of ancient Mexico: Quetzalcoatl, the hero–founder of agriculture and industry, and Tezcatlipoca, the ubiquitous... - [Poem: Thank You for Your Love](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/02/poem-thank-you-for-your-love/): By: Zunayet Ahammed You’ve hyped my life more than I’ve ever been So a big floral thank you to you for all your love and fragrance you proffer Whenever I cherish someone in my croft You’re there to sit close... - [Poem: Five](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/30/poem-five/): By: Tanmoy Biswas  ***** Groom could not be found for Shontu’s sister. She was squint-eyed. She buried her life behind the noisy sewing-machine and inside dumb kitchen. Once Shontu took her and their old mother to Darjeeling. when in the cloud-free... - [Poem: Undercities](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/30/poem-undercities/): By: Tanmoy Biswas  Kolkata. Sudder Street bylanes. New Delhi. Rajiv Chowk, outside metro station. Hyderabad. Punjagutta Circle. Bangalore. Backyards of Majestic. Kathmandu. Thamel. Faces painted trite. You smack of caution. Your catches stink erection, beer and (if you’re lucky enough) money.... - [Poem: Final Notice](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/29/poem-final-notice/): By: Bekah Steimel Pretend death mailed you a final notice what would you modify, what would you hold close to the ticking time bomb in your chest? give yourself a day to really die, a day to embrace what matters to... - [Poem: The Silence](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/28/poem-the-silence/): By: Adreyo Sen I am a silence. To myself, the infinite loudness of my pain. No one can hear me. No one knows where I am, so deeply I lie within myself. Were I the weakest iris on a lonely crag,... - [Story: For Emily](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/27/story-for-emily/): By: Jeffrey Miller The day Emily finally got around to boxing up her late husband’s clothes to donate to Goodwill he broke her heart one last time. For months, she painstakingly hung onto them as though this simple act would guarantee... - [Poem: proud little misfit](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/26/poem-proud-little-misfit/): By: Linda M Crate i sit in the mists of my dreams, but i know my destiny is greater than this; and one day all these sorrows will decrease in value i will rise like the sun in the east... - [Poem: a better promise](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/26/poem-a-better-promise/): By: Linda M Crate your heart has no sense of direction even if you are logical, and maybe that’s your problem because there’s nothing logical about love as rewarding as it is; but i wouldn’t expect a self-proclaimed knave to... - ['Poem Continuous — Reincarnated Expressions' to be released](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/26/poem-continuous-reincarnated-expressions-to-be-released/): Literature Studio in association with Hawakaal Publishers presents the formal launch of the expanded second edition of Poem Continuous — Reincarnated Expressions by Bibhas Roy Chowdhury in STORY, a city bookstore located in southern Kolkata. The Hon’ble Minister of Tourism, Govt. of West... - [Unique retelling of German history in 'The House By The Lake' by Thomas Harding](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/25/unique-retelling-of-german-history-in-the-house-by-the-lake-by-thomas-harding/): The twentieth century was one of the worst for the whole of Europe as the struggle for supremacy among different states turned the continent into a warfield where history’s deadliest wars – the World Wars – were fought. More than... - [Poem: A Tsunami of Unspoken Words](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/25/poem-a-tsunami-of-unspoken-words/): By: Debleena Majumdar “Beautiful scenery isn’t it?” A voice interrupted my thoughts. It could not have been more perfect. The waves rose in perfect rhythm, Crashing safely just off my hammock A lone crone nodded a gentle hello, It could not... - [Poem: Faery](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/25/poem-faery/): By: Adreyo Sen When this house no longer is, its garden will still persist, freed from walls that sought to imprison its mysteries. In the shade of weeping trees, wild roses and wine-red leaves will charm the sky to pliancy, serenaded... - [Mystery writer Vish Dhamija launches his new book Deja Karma](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/23/mystery-writer-vish-dhamija-launches-his-new-book-deja-karma/): Rumour Books India has released a new novel ​​Déjà Karma. This is a new novel by Vish Dhamija, a British Indian author of crime fiction. His first novel, Nothing Lasts Forever, was long-listed for “Vodafone-Crossword Book Award 2011.” Vish’s second... - [Story: First Tango in Manhattan](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/22/story-first-tango-in-manhattan/): By: William T. Hathaway I’m an ad designer in N.ew York — I like it and am good at it. I’ve always loved beauty and try to bring some of it into every ad I design. But my love of... - [Poem: Dignity](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/21/poem-dignity/): By: Mohammad Jashim Uddin Cloud, dark cloud everywhere As light is off and oil is up. But throwing hands and legs They have been shouting now and then, “Have we lost our dignity?” Oh! Nowhere is it found. Why? Though... - [Story: Just An Old Cowhand](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/21/story-just-an-old-cowhand/): By: Michael C. Keith There are lots of people who mistake their imagination for their memory.       –– Josh Billings Billy-John Calhoun saddled up his horse, Rickets, in the corral of his windblown homestead north of Ashby, Nebraska, and rode it... - [Poem: Preacher Wedding](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/20/poem-preacher-wedding/): By: Izzy Noon I can guarantee you the old folks Are saying it’s not a real wedding Without a real preacher, even if it’s A courthouse wedding, ‘cause That’s not what’s right in the eyes Of God, passing judgment with small... - [Poem: Thesis](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/20/poem-thesis/): By: Izzy Noon I go in with my paltry Idea, like it’s the small kid On the playground and I have To defend it from bullies Who might pluck its feathers. - [Conditioned Response: A poetry book by Gary Beck](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/20/conditioned-response-a-poetry-book-by-gary-beck/): Gary Beck is back with yet another collection of poems called ‘Conditioned Response‘. ‘Conditioned Response’ reminds us that we are prepared by family, experience, government to react to the events that affect us in our daily lives, shaping our future,... - [Poem: For “Fame or nameless grave”](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/19/poem-for-fame-or-nameless-grave/): By: Zunayet Ahammed 1 Your blue sky the stream of rain whiteness, greatness, beauty, and the light of innocence always make me gleeful like an aura of symphony of the poetic hearts or the raving beauty of the greenness of... - [Poem: To love is a tragedy](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/18/poem-to-love-is-a-tragedy/): By: April Mae M. Berza To love is a tragedy, it is to die a million times in the arms of Aphrodite. To love is a tragedy, it is a surrender, a defeat when you could have been an oasis with... - [Poem: Dying is another form of romance](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/18/poem-dying-is-another-form-of-romance/): By: April Mae M. Berza Dying is another form of romance Written in the cold-hearted testament And romance is a surname of trance. When flowers embrace my hands, My hands embrace flowers you’ve sent; To die is a new form of... - [Poem: Hello](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/18/poem-hello/): By: April Mae M. Berza Let my hello catch you once more, a checkmate in our conversations, the blades of grass not yet mowed as high as the fence. The river be a river envious of the pearls in your chest... - [Story: Being Bonnie](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/18/story-being-bonnie/): By: Steve Slavin Almost everything I know about women I learned from Bonnie. Although she was just 21 – two years my junior – she already knew more than most people learn in a lifetime. Bonnie was kind of pretty,... - [Poem: Joyful Rhythms In My Mind](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/17/poem-joyful-rhythms-in-my-mind/): By: James G. Piatt Teal colored waves, bursting over mossy rocks, The never-ending sea tossing white foamed sweet Moisture high into the air, fleeting drops of brine Upon my face, awaken my drifting senses. The eternal tide of the ocean, softly... - [Poem: The White Rose](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/17/poem-the-white-rose/): By: James G. Piatt Oh, gentle white rose quietly enduring the unhurried day, counting the closing minutes of the fading Magenta sun as you emit sugary aromas from buds so sweet, worry not; for soon the journey to the horizon’s closing... - [Poem: Irises In the Lea](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/17/poem-irises-in-the-lea/): By: James G. Piatt As I was quietly ambling in the woods, I saw beautiful pink irises under an old Sycamore tree, they were seemingly Humming, a silent tune. The purple Flowers were plentiful as leaves on The old Maple tree,... - [Poem: Glass](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/17/poem-glass/): By: Adreyo Sen Till yesterday, I was glass. No one rubbed their hands against the dusty windowpane through which I looked out the world, seeing the brightest colors grey. How I shrank from it all. I was always cold.  Little by... - [Poem: Splinter](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/16/poem-splinter/): By: Priya Anand The cup slips off the table And shatters into pieces As if done with its duty of Containment and measure It strikes the floor with a resounding crack As if to proclaim its demise to all present... - [Poem: Decay](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/16/poem-decay/): By: Priya Anand Silence stumbles through the ruins Crumbled walls no barrier Moths with latticed wings with A short life span spent traversing Ivory tiles now shards with fungal edges A mottled tail suggests dangers foretold Disappears beneath the forest... - [Story: The Passage (1948)](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/16/story-the-passage-1948/): By: William J. Watkins, Jr. For Garland Breazeale, his garden patch was a refuge. An Eden prior to the Fall. But on recent Saturday mornings, before the sun began its climb up the eastern sky, the patch would change. Garland had... - [Poem: You](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/15/poem-you-2/): By: Geosi Gyasi You’re the first I ever kissed Your milky lips flows without pause You’re the first who taught me how to suck the juices from your nipples You’re the first I put to test: by calling you “love”... - [Poem: On Your Birthday](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/15/poem-on-your-birthday/): By: Geosi Gyasi (To A Wife To Be) The dream is almost vivid mid-night dream in a bed of water guess which present you represent? The clue to my dream is in your dream On this day I cease to... - [Review: 'Time of Exile' is a classical of its own category](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/14/review-time-of-exile-is-a-classical-of-its-own-category/): I haven’t read the first two parts of Gaither’s Europe Trilogy. Nor did I feel the need to. ‘Time of Exile’ is a strong work that has the potential to stand out on its own. Its protagonist ‘Elmer’ is seemingly... - [Poem: Through the girdle](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/14/poem-through-the-girdle/): By: Allison Grayhurst of mute despair where love is murdered by a flying breath, and old age is a house that never opens, the key was around your neck and suddenly, you were gone. Paint bubbles over into the killing flame.... - [Poem: Call Me By Name](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/14/poem-call-me-by-name/): By: Allison Grayhurst Speak to me in the pestilence of my afternoon, in the dungeon of my self-pity. Speak to me though love has stopped its singing and the arrows of wintry worries sting my weary drum. Speak to me to... - [Poem: This Is Not To Suffer](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/14/poem-this-is-not-to-suffer/): By: Allison Grayhurst the thinning years of a lifespan roped by bitter nightfall the volt of mourning that mourns the range of ambition to success the blind rodent that frees itself of self-preservation the hard days of unknowing that last beyond... - [Poem: In Memory of Ken Patterson](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/12/poem-in-memory-of-ken-patterson/): By: Keith Moul At its beginning forty years ago, this poem was formless and void. I don’t remember precisely a sequence of first days and nights, but with Ken there was energy of new light, separate from the dark, big... - [Poem: Opportunity](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/12/poem-opportunity/): By: Keith Moul Discerning fully its act, Genius breaks into a glass house, breaking glass but indifferent to its breaking felony LAW. Tiny splinters now attend Genius, inhibiting a full search. More clattering ensues, stark collapse of weakened walls. Genius understands... - [Review: Watching the Moon and Other Plays by Massimo Bontempelli](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/12/review-watching-the-moon-and-other-plays-by-massimo-bontempelli/): By: Thomas Sanfilip Some time ago I visited the ruins of the ancient Greek city, Selinous, destroyed by the Carthaginians in a ten-day siege that left 16,000 dead, the city in flames, and a handful of survivors who managed to... - [Poem: Grease stains on yesterdays’ news](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/11/poem-grease-stains-on-yesterdays-news/): By: Debleena Majumdar The crumpled sheet of paper, Grease stains from yesterday’s Stale chop that been thrown at her, Was her treasure. Wolfing down the hard lump, she Had peered greedily at the paper. Unmindful of the darkness, If only... - [Poem: i will endure you no more](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/10/poem-i-will-endure-you-no-more/): By: Linda M Crate all you do is irritate me you are toxic to my health and my happiness so i’ve walked away our friendship was never much years of paltry things i always gave and you always took always... - [Poem: back off](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/10/poem-back-off/): By: Linda M Crate how many times must i say no before you realize i’ll never say yes? how many times must i say i don’t like you before it clicks? leave me alone i have no interest in dead... - [Story: Max](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/10/story-max/): By: Clive Aaron Gill Martha steered her pickup truck down the steep road from Valley Center towards the Escondido High School bus yard. Dawn spread its pink-rose rays over morning clouds, softening the San Diego mountain peaks. She hunched her... - [Poem: Micro](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/09/poem-micro/): By: Tempest Brew  we are small beings in a small universe pretending to be large we are the voice of reason that is stifled because we are mute and do not realize it until much too late. - [Wolf Country](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/09/wolf-country/): By: William T. Hathaway JACKSON HOLE, Wyoming, USA — The wolves have been reprieved. A federal appeals court has overturned a lower court decision requiring that all transplanted wolves be removed from the Rocky Mountains. Unless the Supreme Court reverses... - [Poem: Dance on Chance](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/07/poem-dance-on-chance/): By Pijush Kanti Deb Dance on chance- the great popular hymn to attack on and conquer a stage to rule on but to me- a chance appeared one night in my bedroom in disguise of a heaven-touching skyscraper but surprisingly... - [Poem: The Game Of Stars](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/07/poem-the-game-of-stars/): By: Pijush Kanti Deb The over ambitious steps may touch the honor of the moon and the raising head may feel the cool breeze of Heaven revealing the climax of the mad race between man and the God in extending... - [Poem: The Most Beautiful Painting](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/07/poem-the-most-beautiful-painting/): By: Pijush Kanti Deb It’s only the God who painted the most beautiful painting portraying the sacred close-up of blissful husband and wife yet on it my father found a spot- black and traditional, hiding a pathetic story of a... - [Poem: Beware the Webs](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/06/beware-the-webs/): By: Scott Thomas Outlar The spiders come out at night, weaving their wicked webs of entangled deception, seeking to capture prey that has been blinded by the darkness. This is not a complex thought. There is not a fount of wisdom... - [Poem: Bend but Don’t Break](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/06/bend-but-dont-break/): By: Scott Thomas Outlar Worldly desires serve as an albatross around the soul’s neck, sending the entrapped flesh below the tide to drown in ocean’s depths; but sometimes a little bit of pressure on the lungs is nice, as it helps... - [Poem: The Man in His Own Words](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/05/poem-the-man-in-his-own-words/): By: JD DeHart much has been/could be said and will continue to be said but what of his own impression a collection of memories brief experiences, the man who will forever be 33 now that he has turned Another year... - [Poem: And Fact](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/05/poem-and-fact/): By: JD DeHart One after another like kiddos on a playground the facts lined up and chanted at one another playing their own mystical game At the outset, it looked innocent as they rotated and hooted on the school lawn... - [Poem: Day](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/05/poem-day/): By: JD DeHart Does this day count and measure a day? At what moment do I stop counting? I can trace its invisible fibers joining morning to noon to the death of our sun - [Poem: Advertising](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/05/poem-advertising/): By: JD DeHart They expect to etch and trace in glass and gas and plastic, making me fragile house promises, foretelling more beautiful skin and life, sending me into a frenzy of grabbing, but I pause at the revolving trap... - [Poem: Beach Strawberries](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/04/poem-beach-strawberries/): In a condom commercial when a former porn star sensuously frolics on a sandy beach a band of moralists, allergic to strawberries, stand in unison to dutifully condemn the repugnant acts that might result in more rapes down the Indian streets…... - [In 'Fern Hill' Dylan Thomas recreates Blake's Songs of Innocence and Experience](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/04/in-fern-hill-dylan-thomas-recreates-blakes-songs-of-innocence-and-experience/): Dylan Thomas seems to be influenced by William Blake for his autobiographical poem Fern Hill where he puts his own life into poetic perspective and describes the personal evolution from innocence to experience. Fern Hill is, thus, an autobiographical poem where he... - [Book Trailer Ninjas and Rare Bird Books Host Vintage Book Trailer Contest](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/03/book-trailer-ninjas-and-rare-bird-books-host-vintage-book-trailer-contest/): Book Trailer Ninjas and Rare Bird Books invite filmmakers to enter the first of its kind vintage book trailer contest. Entry is free and filmmakers may enter multiple times. Entrants will choose one novel from Rare Bird Books’ library or... - [Story: Burying Yourself](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/03/story-burying-yourself/): By: Michael C. Keith What you wear to the grave is always safe from criticism. –– Sander Howling Alison asked her 81 year-old spouse what clothes he wanted to wear at his wake. “Huh? That’s a weird thing to say.... - [Poem: Not to Dream](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/02/poem-not-to-dream/): By: Zunayet Ahammed (1) Reality is always harsh and hard. Men knowing its impact on life and earth Get no solace in life. We have nothing to do except to see and brood over a lot of things on earth... - [Poem: Tough Target](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/02/poem-tough-target/): By: Sri Ram Your estrogen is escorted by many testosterone… To win your heart, I need to first fight a battle with those testosterone… By the time, I win the battle, you may be engaged… Unfortunately, If there is one that... - [Poem: i tried to save you](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/01/poem-i-tried-to-save-you/): By: Linda M Crate i had a dream where you walked into the darkness forsake every goodness and the light you tried so hard to cling to, and when i tried to grasp your arm and lead you back into... - [Poem: The flames of lust](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/01/poem-the-flames-of-lust/): By: Linda M Crate i am a flower you were the frost and you tried killing me; but i resisted your touch— likewise should you come to me again i will not fall vulnerable before you i have learned my... - [Poem: You'll hurt worse](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/01/poem-youll-hurt-worse/): By: Linda M. Crate i wanted to be your white winged dove, your only love; but instead i was your white winged raven left craving your touch— i know to you none of this meant very much, and i was... - [Excerpt: Hazard of Shadows](https://literaryyard.com/2015/09/01/excerpt-hazard-of-shadows/): ‘Hazard of Shadows’ which is the book two of Chronicles of the Goblin King series by Mike Phillips has recently been released. While the author and the publishers boast to thrill you with the story, we bring to you excerpt from... - [Past Spy Revealed in Frederick Forsyth's autobiography 'The Outsider: My Life'](https://literaryyard.com/2015/08/31/past-spy-revealed-in-frederick-forsyths-autobiography-the-outsider-my-life/): Frederick Forsyth has made a stunning disclosure in his autobiography ‘The Outsider: My Life’. He has admitted that he was MI6 agent in the past. The author of ‘The Day of the Jackal’, however, agrees that it was not easy to admit.... - [Story: Voices from Pisalocca](https://literaryyard.com/2015/08/30/story-voices-from-pisalocca/): By: Gaither Stewart In my favorite place near the front window with the light from the street over my right shoulder I am reading an essay by Natalia Ginzburg when out of the corner of my eye I register a... - [Story: Simply, Bahadur](https://literaryyard.com/2015/08/28/story-simply-bahadur/): By: Antara Roy Bahadur, that was what we called him. Simply, Bahadur. No one knew his real name, or where he came from, or where, eventually, he went. He was always there; in the garden, tending to the plants, humming... - [Poem: In a Golden Morning of a Silvery Day](https://literaryyard.com/2015/08/27/poem-in-a-golden-morning-of-a-silvery-day/): By: Pijush Kanti Deb The tired eyes are closed down hoping their good reopening in a golden morning of a silvery day yet the godless heart experiences the hopes- made of glass and the eyes are compelled to reopen in... - [Poem: A Popular Conclusion](https://literaryyard.com/2015/08/27/poem-a-popular-conclusion/): By: Pijush Kanti Deb Assuming the golden sunrise and the colorful rainbow standing in the sky against the invasion of black clouds with the flying colors as the beginning of a good day a mysterious hand blooms the five senses... - [Poem: A Synthetic Blossom of Peace](https://literaryyard.com/2015/08/27/poem-a-synthetic-blossom-of-peace/): By: Pijush Kanti Deb My burnt lips are reluctant still I make room for a heart-soothing smile on them admitting its utility in making the best of a bad bargain. My hot heart is not a coward yet I oil... - [Poem: A love so strong](https://literaryyard.com/2015/08/27/poem-a-love-so-strong/): By: Antara Roy I hope you have, somewhere there, inside, somewhere, in that inaccessible heart of yours. a secret chamber of deep, overflowing passions, You are always so cool, so aloof.. I hope you have, somewhere there, inside a secret stash... - [Poem: The Flashbacks of Lightning](https://literaryyard.com/2017/01/21/poem-the-flashbacks-of-lightning/): By: Robert S. King The beard who sucks his thumb moves every day to a different cardboard foxhole, never sleeps in the Shelter, that orphanage for grown-ups. The few who’ve known him long say his younger mouth was always open, a... - [Bio: Shailendra Chauhan, A poet](https://literaryyard.com/2017/01/21/bio-shailendra-chauhan-a-poet/): By: Chandramauli Chandrakant, NIT Warangal AP Shailendra Chauhan was born and brought up in Uttar Pradesh/ Madhya Pradesh. His father was a primary school teacher in Vidisha. shailendra completed his education from Vidisha. He did Bachelor of Engineering in Electrical branch... - [Poem: The Color of Pain](https://literaryyard.com/2017/01/06/poem-the-color-of-pain/): By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick The color of pain is blackness enveloping the flesh It bares the bones A skeleton remains The color of pain is crimson From the gashes blood seeps No compress halts the stream The color of pain... - [Poem: Too Much, Too Little](https://literaryyard.com/2017/01/06/poem-too-much-too-little/): By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick Too much, too little Caught in a crack Tense muscles The mother cannot relax The child, the child, the child Struggling with essentials Rent, water, power, food, gas If only it stopped there Car insurance, car... - [Story: Waiting For Mercy](https://literaryyard.com/2017/01/05/story-waiting-for-mercy/): By: Bob Kalkreuter “Uncle Frank, you out here?” The voice was young, clear, and female. He was sitting outside, on a straight-backed chair placed on the dirt path that led from the porch, giving him the best view of anyone coming... - [Poem: Surprise chatter from the Battle of Leyte (October 1944)](https://literaryyard.com/2017/01/05/poem-surprise-chatter-from-the-battle-of-leyte-october-1944/): By Chuck Orloski No, no… at ease all soldiers of the War for Civilization! And pay no mind to the poem title ’til later? It is July 2002, city of Scranton fallen into debt, Britain’s media dares accuse M16 of sheltering... - [Poem: This Dark Thing](https://literaryyard.com/2016/12/30/poem-this-dark-thing/): By: Natalie Crick This dark thing that sleeps in me, It steals from me so I am left with nothing. I am blameless, Godiva. The murmurings are alive. Watching you dully from my bed I have taken the pill to kill.... - [Poem: For You](https://literaryyard.com/2016/12/30/poem-for-you/): By: Natalie Crick This month her depression began. He obsessed her. She tied her heart with ribbon like a present, Licking his fingers and kissing his feet. Words failed her. She breathed him in like a terrible secret, A childless woman... - [Poem: ...and the hills whispered ..](https://literaryyard.com/2016/12/29/poem-and-the-hills-whispered/): By: Pooja Abhishek Shukla I close my eyes.. I hear nothing..beside… a faint murmur here… echoing like music in my ears.. swish of winds in the trees.. water gurgling down the cave.. rushing down somewhere.. to tell somebody..Look who is here..!... - [Poem: Nothingness...](https://literaryyard.com/2016/12/29/poem-nothingness/): By: Pooja Abhishek Shukla ..I maybe a figment of imagination… I maybe a shadow of the past… I maybe the evil turned inside out.. I maybe the truth worn out… I maybe the fierce will to live… I maybe a desperate... - [Poem: Old Men Playing Draughts](https://literaryyard.com/2016/12/28/poem-old-men-playing-draughts/): By: Neil Leadbeater Black plays first. They want to wipe each other out or lock their opponent into a position from which they cannot move. The old still harbour ambition – if they could just acquire the agility of youth... - [Poem: The Potter Wasps](https://literaryyard.com/2016/12/28/poem-the-potter-wasps/): By: Neil Leadbeater Wasp-waisted with black and gold among the citron bracts the guêpes maçonnes of Surinam swarmed about our heads so that when we tried to sweep them off mob rule ensued. What good could come of it, this high-handed... - [Poem: She and My Limpid Liking](https://literaryyard.com/2016/12/28/poem-she-and-my-limpid-liking/): By: Pijush Kanti Deb It’s my limpid liking that she must lilt with me and express her like-mindedness to my lonesome world where I always linear to the old lines drawn sometimes with the essence of fragrant flowers and sometimes... - [Poem: Not made for each Other](https://literaryyard.com/2016/12/28/poem-not-made-for-each-other/): By: Pijush Kanti Deb So pointed my tongue is that I can’t catch it now which is on its way to its prescribed destination which lies somewhere in the grip of her nosegay but for someone else or in the... - [Poem: The Lunatic Singing of a Lullaby](https://literaryyard.com/2016/12/28/poem-the-lunatic-singing-of-a-lullaby/): By: Pijush Kanti Deb   As unabated have been my falling From the sky Down and down To the land of hell So unstopped have been your flying from our land up and up to the sky of heaven. Though... - [Poem: Carefree](https://literaryyard.com/2016/12/27/poem-carefree/): By: Hanoch Guy Among the things I forget is that the living go on, diminished every day by eighths, fleeing from survivors in leaps and bounds. Getting farther and farther away from fathers, mothers and the divine, who abandoned them. They... - [Poem: The Dead](https://literaryyard.com/2016/12/27/poem-the-dead-2/): By: Hanoch Guy are helpless at the hands of the living, uprooting memory. The dead retaliate, invading dreams. Stand in line to demand their dues. Uri, with the satisfied smirk he wore when he beat me up with a split branch.... - [Poem: Downhill from Here](https://literaryyard.com/2016/12/27/poem-downhill-from-here/): By: J.K. Durick It begins as an odd sensation, a feeling I remember From riding downhill on my bike as a kid, going Down Pearl Street, College Street, Main, almost falling, A pulling, pushing, a force beyond my control, faster... - [Poem: Transplant](https://literaryyard.com/2016/12/27/poem-transplant/): By: J.K. Durick Misplaced first time, fresh from the garden center – Placement and the season are everything sometimes Too much sun, too little water, or drainage, of course The resilient native weeds and bugs contributed — Stunted, wilting, they had... - [Poem: Inspiration](https://literaryyard.com/2016/12/27/poem-inspiration-2/): By: Jessica Goody The fierce din of the typing pool, thirty women battering the keys, their fingers flickering insect-quick on the glassy pebbles, stamping the white expanse with inky hieroglyphs. The rhythmic drumbeat of pounding fingers resembles the factory roar of... - [Poem: Words](https://literaryyard.com/2016/12/27/poem-words-2/): By:  Jessica Goody The tyranny of the blank page, mockingly white, like the frustration of my barren mind, seeking rich, rambling words, metaphors with plenty of meat on the bone. I gather synonyms to strew on the page, berry-picking phrases... - [Poem: Ode to Isak Dinesen](https://literaryyard.com/2016/12/27/poem-ode-to-isak-dinesen/): By: Jessica Goody Surrounded by lush greenery, the house seems made of trees. ivy shrouds the weather-worn brick walls and strains upwards, winding around the moss-furred brick pillars. Heliotrope swells over the eaves, shrouding the windows in a vivid purple... - [Chetan Bhagat's 'One Indian Girl' doesn't Live up to the expectations](https://literaryyard.com/2016/12/22/chetan-bhagats-one-indian-girl-doesnt-live-up-to-the-expectations/): Chetan Bhagat’s ‘One Indian Girl’ hit the stands a couple of months ago. There were a lot of hopes and expectations when the book was being marketed and promoted by the publisher and the author. And let’s admit that Chetan has... - [Poem: burning brighter](https://literaryyard.com/2016/12/20/poem-burning-brighter/): By: Linda M Crate don’t tell me that you don’t love me then call yourself my brother because families aren’t supposed to work that way, but we both know; you were never mine to hold nor were we ever family... - [Poem: Because i loved her](https://literaryyard.com/2016/12/20/poem-because-i-loved-her/): By: Linda M Crate i think i only loved you because i loved her, and she was the only woman i ever loved; sometimes that terrifies me because i was taught of heaven and hell told that i wasn’t allowed... - [Poem: how long must i be haunted?](https://literaryyard.com/2016/12/20/poem-how-long-must-i-be-haunted/): By: Linad M Crate the softness of silken petals against my lips, and the warmth of your hands against my own; these are things that i still crave even when i know they cannot be mine— these memories i wish... - [The Mystery and Controversy Around Anne Frank Refuses to Subside](https://literaryyard.com/2016/12/20/the-mystery-and-controversy-around-anne-frank-refuses-to-subside/): Anne Frank is one of the world famous figures that has many sides to reveal. Her diary is one of the best literary works that continue to feature in the best seller lists worldwide even today. But there are many... - [Indian novels you should never read](https://literaryyard.com/2016/12/19/indian-novels-you-should-never-read-2/) - [The melody of "What A Wonderful World" by Louis Armstrong touches deep within](https://literaryyard.com/2016/12/19/the-melody-of-the-what-a-wonderful-world-by-louis-armstrong/): The melody of the “What A Wonderful World” song by Louis Armstrong often hits me whenever I’m pissed off with mundane things around me. The beautifully churned-out lyrics sweeten my soul, de-stress my mind and revitalize me. The song lauds... - [Poem: An American voter at her own funeral](https://literaryyard.com/2016/12/17/poem-an-american-voter-at-her-own-funeral/): By: Chuck Orloski (November 2016) “America no longer has a functioning democracy.” Jimmy Carter to Oprah; September 2015. Look see – there’s Crazy Lydia! A retired Scranton School District teacher, she stands beside a Diebold voting machine as if looking into... - [Standing on an Apple Box: The Story of a Girl Among the Stars](https://literaryyard.com/2016/12/16/standing-on-an-apple-box-the-story-of-a-girl-among-the-stars/): Director, dancer, goodwill advocate for the United Nations: Aishwaryaa Rajinikanth Dhanush, who is the daughter of a legendary actor or the wife of southern cinema’s biggest star, has come out with her first book which is a kind of a... - [Pakistan's Ministry of Foreign Affairs Pumping Terrorists in Other Countries](https://literaryyard.com/2016/12/16/pakistans-ministry-of-foreign-affairs-pumping-terrorists-in-other-countries/): Pakistan’s role in spreading terror in other countries is not hidden. India has been the biggest victim of Pakistan-sponsored terrorism for decades. But now, Pakistan’s Ministry of Foreign Affairs is involved in pumping terrorists into other countries including the US,... - [“Ethnic Anxiety, Cultural Clash reflected in the work of South Asian Writers”](https://literaryyard.com/2016/12/16/ethnic-anxiety-cultural-clash-reflected-in-the-work-of-south-asian-writers/): By: Indu Pandey Parsis migrated from Persia to India in 7th century AD. They first settled in Sanjan and later spread to Bombay and many other parts of India. They had to face many challenges to adapt and assimilate in alien... - [Trump's “beautiful flowing sentences"](https://literaryyard.com/2016/12/15/trumps-beautiful-flowing-sentences/): US President – Elect Donald Trump is perhaps one of the honest politicians who does not hide his grudge against the media or the press which was all out maligning his image during the election campaign. As a writer for... - [Poem: A Burnt and his Rivals](https://literaryyard.com/2016/12/15/poem-a-burnt-and-his-rivals/): By: Pijush Kanti Deb Tactful rivals are approaching showing their dreadful canines Yet A burnt remains fearless and relaxed, He just checks once again his locker up Wherein his heart and soul are locked, Comes out in the street to... - [Poem: May Life Be Victorious !](https://literaryyard.com/2016/12/15/poem-may-life-be-victorious/): By: Pijush Kanti Deb May life be adventurous ! If the opening of eyes happens to be in a wrong place, the closing of them, at least, must quest for a right place of interest May life be courageous !... - ['Sapiens: A Brief History of Humankind' tops LinkedIn's best book list](https://literaryyard.com/2016/12/15/sapiens-a-brief-history-of-humankind-tops-linkedins-best-book-list/): “‘Sapiens: A Brief History of Humankind’ by Yuval Noah Harari has made to the top books in Linkedin’s index. ‘Sapiens’ was the kind of book you chew on for months after reading it. The central thesis — that humans are... - [The best books by LinkedIn's top writers list in 2016](https://literaryyard.com/2016/12/14/the-best-books-by-linkedins-top-writers-list-in-2016/): Coming out with annual lists of the top people, top famous personalities, top sportspersons and top writers has become a customary thing for the social networks and popular publishing platforms. LinkedIn’s best read list proves that it is no exception.... - [Cleaning out the Swamp's Ministry of Truth](https://literaryyard.com/2016/12/14/cleaning-out-the-swamps-ministry-of-truth/): By: Chuck Orloski November 24, 1963 – no, no, not the more well know 22nd! A baby boomer now, I go back in time to 11 years old and having watched the nightly news on (B&W) TV with my father... - [Poem: A Coma in Fall](https://literaryyard.com/2016/12/14/poem-a-coma-in-fall/): By: Mary Bone Watching nature unfold, I am silent as leaves Fall from trees. My eyes are hypnotized By the different colors piling up on my body. I am a leaf angel As I move my arms back and forth... - [Poem: I engineered the cyberspace attack upon US election (2016)](https://literaryyard.com/2016/12/13/poem-i-engineered-the-cyberspace-attack-upon-us-election-2016/): By: Chuck Orloski Since presidential elections are beyond “We the People” control and the Deep State always gets their man, I confess responsibility for Trump’s victory! In the way American elections are modeled and from the very start, when programmed Public... - [Story: Shadow Creek](https://literaryyard.com/2016/12/12/story-shadow-creek/): By: Tom Sheehan Houston McKee slipped out of the water and the cluster of reeds he had hidden in when the gunfight occurred more than an hour earlier. Hoof beats of the bushwhackers had faded for at least 20 minutes.... - [Trump is the fulfillment of an ancient Chinese curse](https://literaryyard.com/2016/12/12/trump-is-the-fulfillment-of-an-ancient-chinese-curse/): By William T. Hathaway “May you live in interesting times” was a curse the ancient Chinese hurled at their adversaries, wishing them strife, oppression, and struggle. It applies to us now because for all the uncertainties a Trump presidency holds,... - [Poem: Carrier Corp. come to our fractured Maquiladora hometown?](https://literaryyard.com/2016/12/05/poem-carrier-corp-come-to-our-fractured-maquiladora-hometown/): By Chuck Orloski Yesterday, Elsie and Tony listened to good news on Fox: “President elect Donald Trump threatened to punish U.S. companies that shift jobs overseas.” For a while, on fixed income, they had little to do but stare at... - [Poem: Hello](https://literaryyard.com/2016/11/30/poem-hello-2/): By: April Mae Berza Let my hello catch you once more, a checkmate in our conversations, the blades of grass not yet mowed as high as the fence. The river be a river, envious of the pearls in your chest... - [Poem: If words could touch you](https://literaryyard.com/2016/11/30/poem-if-words-could-touch-you/): By: April Mae Berza If words could touch you, Let them caress you like a long lost lover, Weary from battle, the war of raw, An encounter with the inevitable. If words could touch you, Let the syllables play within... - [Poem: If I were a river](https://literaryyard.com/2016/11/30/poem-if-i-were-a-river-2/): By: April Mae Berza If I were a river, I will choose you as my destination, to flow like the tears of the cherubs one summer to quench the thirst of the vineyards. I could hear the orchestra, your violin laughter... - [Poem: The Last Wall Of My Small World](https://literaryyard.com/2016/11/29/poem-the-last-wall-of-my-small-world/): By: Pijush Kanti Deb How to pass you over my dear? Localizing all the beauties of nature, Accumulating all the treasures of El-dorado And Setting all the mountains and oceans thereon You lie on my way, Maybe, you are busy... - [Poem: The Great Renovative Guillotine](https://literaryyard.com/2016/11/29/poem-the-great-renovative-guillotine/): By: Pijush Kanti Deb So steep, from the depth of your nothingness you can witness my colorful flag flapping on the top and bringing your tears down. Most probably a sea-change widens its lips from nowhere to somewhere, conflicting your... - [Story: Fisting for Julie](https://literaryyard.com/2016/11/25/story-fisting-for-julie/): By: W.A Coleman She never told me her name but she told me lot about Julie. Unlike most of the people that came to us because they had no choice, she did and yet she still came. As for why, well,... - [Poem: It’s So Quiet](https://literaryyard.com/2016/11/24/poem-its-so-quiet/): By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick A screaming baby Vicious tantrums as a child A voice resounding; resembling the striking a wrong note on the piano Living in a fantasy world making friends with her dolls With them she shared all her ideas,... - [Poem: November Cold](https://literaryyard.com/2016/11/24/poem-november-cold/): By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick Memories diminished Her name he recalled Stroking his skin Kissing his forehead Profound denial Terminal, incomprehensible She reminisced Daddy’s little girl Her protector She tumbled He plucked her up Tossed her high Giggling as she towered... - [Poem: Realize you're bleeding](https://literaryyard.com/2016/11/23/poem-realize-youre-bleeding/): By: Linda M Crate i wonder how long it will take them to realize they voted for a man who doesn’t support them? voting is more than picking the pro-life candidate over the pro-choice one, and what irritates me the... - [Poem: Voted for hate](https://literaryyard.com/2016/11/23/poem-voted-for-hate/): By: Linda M Crate i’ll never understand how this happened, and i don’t want to believe in a future without hope; i keep praying somehow this is just a nightmare that i will wake up and the results will be... - [Poem: the morning after election](https://literaryyard.com/2016/11/23/poem-the-morning-after-election/): By: Linda M Crate it’s the morning after, and i feel so numb and broken; like my wings have been not only clipped but pinned to the ground— how could hate win? why did we let this happen? i’m so... - [Anil Kapoor in Original Pilot Based on ‘The Book of Strange New Things’](https://literaryyard.com/2016/11/23/anil-kapoor-in-original-pilot-based-on-the-book-of-strange-new-things/): Amazon announced an original pilot based on ‘The Book of Strange New Things’ slated to cast world-renowned actor and producer, Anil Kapoor. The ‘Slumdog Millionaire’ and ‘24’ actor will play the role of Vikram Danesh, the authoritative head of the... - [Poem: The Lady Fair](https://literaryyard.com/2016/11/22/poem-the-lady-fair/): By: Wylie Strout A stout woman with Her aged shoulders Broadly raised Flicking sticky tentacles here and there Birthing tentacles yes, here and there Oh, Mother of mine A tough old lady’s aspirations: throbbing, growing, dreaming, tugging, pulling, seizing Seeking the... - [Poem: Dove](https://literaryyard.com/2016/11/21/poem-dove/): By: Wylie Strout Forgive me, for being human For being someone you did not expect to find For being true to myself For forgetting Forgive me, for having a spiritual side For being marginal at life For seeking new ground,... - [Fight back or go under](https://literaryyard.com/2016/11/21/fight-back-or-go-under/): By: William T. Hathaway The presidency of Donald Trump is going to be a slap in the face of American workers that will wake us up to the reality of social class. Big T’s pedal-to-the-metal policies will show us clearly... - [Poem: Sonam Gupta, Where Are You?](https://literaryyard.com/2016/11/20/poem-sonam-gupta-where-are-you/): I was ceaselessly awake Tweeting Typing Tapping Trundling Tumbling In the hope to see Sonam Gupta Have I heard it right ‘Sonam Gupta bewafa hai’? I left no denomination without Scribbling Striking Stroking Shooting Sending In the hope to defame... - [Story: The Kid from Shadowdance](https://literaryyard.com/2016/11/20/story-the-kid-from-shadowdance/): By: Tom Sheehan It all really began with a kid’s game and the kid was touted long before he got out of Shadowdance on the trail to Abilene, because he came lit up like a store window dummy, all shiny... - [Story: The Election](https://literaryyard.com/2016/11/20/story-the-election/): By: Reese Scott They all waited till it was daylight. All the homes. All the apartments. All the cars. All the ferries. All the planes stopped. Each person went outside making sure that they had removed their modern day white... - [Story: Armless](https://literaryyard.com/2016/11/15/story-armless/): By: Sri Ram “So, hunting for a job you ended up in here?” Ryan asked. “Yes. Is there a problem with it?” David replied politely. “There is a problem dude. Have you ever looked at yourself in the mirror? You... - [Poem: The Space and Slip Between Cup and Lip](https://literaryyard.com/2016/11/15/poem-the-space-and-slip-between-cup-and-lip/): By: J.W. Kash You meet so many people in life You see so many things You hear so many promises and plans Vision and Ideas Projects, trips, collaborations, art, dreams Oh yes yes yes Words words words I am guilty... - [Poem: No](https://literaryyard.com/2016/11/14/poem-no/): By: Denise Marques Leitão No, no. I’m not aiming for some pre-established aesthetic. I want to be willing to be ridiculous, pathetic. Tear away all these layers that have never kept me safe. Why lacquer my words then? Instead, I’ll speak... - [Poem: 'C' for Moon?](https://literaryyard.com/2016/11/14/poem-c-for-moon/): By: Denise Marques Leitão As a child I learned to identify the crescent moon in the sky. I also learned that the World is round but I didn’t know things would be so different from upside down. At school, the teacher... - [Poem: Water Wise](https://literaryyard.com/2016/11/14/poem-water-wise/): By: Denise Marques Leitão My wish, my wish, my wish is to be wise like water, supple like water, strong like water. My wish is to flow and never stop. Float to the skies, move with the wind, then fall and... - [Poem: These Figures](https://literaryyard.com/2016/11/13/poem-these-figures/): By: Robert A. Davies Some with blank faces human and not – these figures I see as I lie in bed prepared to sleep – figures that fade dissolve into walls. Circling in the dark skimming my head — crimson dragons,... - [Poem: Winter 2015 in Western Oregon](https://literaryyard.com/2016/11/13/poem-winter-2015-in-western-oregon/): By: Robert A. Davies In our warmest winter ever a winter with many dry days my friend misses the rain that winter rain constant so constant that we scream for an occasional sunny day and then for the usual week of... - [Poem: Endings](https://literaryyard.com/2016/11/13/poem-endings/): By: Robert A. Davies  I lay among the trees. It was a soft fall but I just stayed there listening to the river, gazing at pieces of sky. I had once found a deer nearby its head and neck gone. Each... - [How to Live Life Without Any Conditions](https://literaryyard.com/2016/11/13/how-to-live-life-without-any-conditions/): By: Tiana Lavrov Schizophrenia — the dichotomous construct of unitary, discrete psychoses originated in 19th century German apologist psychiatry — arising in the fledgling German Emil Kraepelin; student of neuropathology and experimental psychology while relocated near western Saxony’s University of Leizpig... - [Poem: Perplexed](https://literaryyard.com/2016/11/11/poem-perplexed/): By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick Sanity or insanity Is everyone identical? Permeated with secrets of denial Filled with pain Are people truly happy? Bursting with joy Are there others like me? Simply perplexed by life Is it only me that crawls... - [Poem: The Master](https://literaryyard.com/2016/11/11/poem-the-master/): By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick Lantern flickers The minute light diminished by raging winds Blackness fills the room Hope thrived, rapidly vanished Breathing arduous The demon attacks Flirts with the mind Reality petrifying Evasion unviable Frantic, defenseless Desperately clawing at the... - [Poem: Fiercely Independent](https://literaryyard.com/2016/11/10/poem-fiercely-independent/): By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick The key discovered Unlocking the cell Risking everything 800 miles traveled Oppressed life absconded Fiercely independent; necessity and choice Content with singleness Fashioning a home Passions aroused Repression of the truth no longer Poetry of the... - [Poem: Current](https://literaryyard.com/2016/11/10/poem-current/): By:  Richard Luftig A river needs descent of an eighth of an inch per mile to produce a flow, and if that is the case, our river probably fails—Henry David Thoreau This river has nowhere special to go and all... - [Poem: cantata for snow](https://literaryyard.com/2016/11/10/poem-cantata-for-snow/): By: Richard Luftig prarie winds whistle their full-throat flutes. reeds catch like sobs in the night. baseline drift makes even barbwire beautiful. whole songs in C minor, the saddest key. if only I knew enough to sing the words. - [Poem: refusal to die](https://literaryyard.com/2016/11/09/poem-refusal-to-die/): By: Linda M Crate i grew up through the leaves and the branches of dead things where you left me buried in snow, and i know you’d like to think you had some sort of influence or power over me... - [Poem: rooted](https://literaryyard.com/2016/11/09/poem-rooted/): By: Linda M Crate “grow up” they told me rejecting my reality trying to get me to embrace their own, but i would never take their hand no matter how much they begged or pleaded or demanded; i’ve always had... - [Poem: Shifty](https://literaryyard.com/2016/11/09/poem-shifty/): By: Wylie Strout His eyes tried to penetrate the grains of the paper. How he wanted to know. To know; to breathe and to know. To be knowing. To be a smartie; clever. His brain hurt. Maybe it was his... - [Story: Nice To Meet You](https://literaryyard.com/2016/11/08/story-nice-to-meet-you/): By: Reese Scott He’s looking out the window again. I can see him. He’s always there. Just staring out to St. Marks Place and Avenue A. I see him there before I go to work and when I return from... - [Story: Hunger Games](https://literaryyard.com/2016/11/08/story-hunger-games/): By: Sri Ram Billie and Ryan played in the trampoline as their parents, Bruce and Martha watched them over. The wind was not that heavy that day and the sun was at the top, right above their head. Every time... - [Poem: The Second Son](https://literaryyard.com/2016/11/08/poem-the-second-son/): By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick Teenagers playing grown-ups Immature judgement The mother’s daughter stolen by him A nest left half-empty Condemnation, the mother’s stance Fierce disapproval of him The mother begged her daughter Finish school Don’t rush “If it’s meant to... - [The Melancholic's Journey to the Real: Murakami's the Wind-up Chronicle](https://literaryyard.com/2016/11/07/the-melancholics-journey-to-the-real-murakamis-the-wind-up-chronicle/): By: Ilgın Yıldız Before embarking on a journey to find his wife, Toru Okada, the protagonist of Haruki Murakami’s The Wind-up Bird Chronicle, is a man of a simple and routine life. He has no job, he cooks (usually spaghetti),... - [Poem: An Enemy Like No Other](https://literaryyard.com/2016/11/07/poem-an-enemy-like-no-other/): By: M Spear I plan to bring them down by myself. They are an enemy like no other, no one knows their numbers. I can imagine their agenda because I have been practicing imagining since I was a little child.... - [Poem: A Tree in My Courtyard](https://literaryyard.com/2016/11/07/poem-a-tree-in-my-courtyard/): By: Sandeep Kumar Mishra A big tree in my courtyard, The only heritage, I got, a bard The light green leaves, delicate flowers, Sweet fruits in a bounty, all ours There listen twitching eerie chirrup, The sparrows built its fagot home... - [Poem: Barneys & Midas Circus Pivots East](https://literaryyard.com/2016/11/06/poem-barneys-midas-circus-pivots-east/): By: Chuck Orloski Author’s (poem) prologue:People like me depend upon the internet to help detect where all the decadent American political culture and absent treasury goes into the Terror War future. Recently, my son Dan took advantage of The Wall Street... - [Story: Showdown in the Field of Gods](https://literaryyard.com/2016/11/06/story-showdown-in-the-field-of-gods/): By: Tom Sheehan The water trough had been poisoned, his son Ben’s pony the first tell-tale sign where he fell to the ground right beside the trough. Sam Tannwood saw tracks, which were not the pony’s tracks, leading away from... - ["I want to marry a lighthouse" n other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2016/11/06/i-want-to-marry-a-lighthouse-n-other-poems/): By: Ricky Garni I WANT TO MARRY A LIGHTHOUSE Any lighthouse. I’m not too particular. As long as it has a light that works. And adores me and the funny things I say about the sea. ### DON I saw Don’s... - [A Book on 1984 Riots Will Recreate the Suffering of those Suffered](https://literaryyard.com/2016/11/05/a-book-on-1984-riots-will-recreate-the-suffering-of-those-suffered/): An imprint of Manjul Publishing unveiled the new book 1984: In Memory and Imagination – Personal Essays and Short Fiction on the 1984 Anti-Sikh Riots, edited by Vikram Kapur, Associate Professor of English at Shiv Nadar University on 4th November... - [Poem: Avatar](https://literaryyard.com/2016/11/04/poem-avatar/): By: JD DeHart He often wonders when he is gone having made his travels on earth if this digital self will live on, like the living web pages of his deceased friends, he wonders if friends will still click favor... - [Poem: Next Best](https://literaryyard.com/2016/11/04/poem-next-best/): By: JD DeHart Are we simply on the next best piece, the brighter image, the greater resolution Do we so quickly turn away from the verdant former life of promise to the concrete shell Tell me, where is home in the... - [Poem: Black](https://literaryyard.com/2016/11/03/poem-black/): By: Mohammad Anas A colour, a skin, a hidden musing of an oppressed soul, It is a barrier between the outer world and its ultimate goal, In past,it was a portrayal of art from neolithic cave artist, At present, it is... - [Poem: RIVERDAYS](https://literaryyard.com/2016/11/03/poem-riverdays/): By: Ted Mc Carthy I Dark is falling on the river, on the milk of insects, on eggs under the dockleaves, such dark as the long evening permits. The air is tart with the scent of herbs of forgetfulness, spores that... - [Poem: Ghosts and Ruins](https://literaryyard.com/2016/11/03/poem-ghosts-and-ruins/): By: Ted Mc Carthy Ghosts are what we make in the mind of townlands not passed through, names like Clovis, New Mexico; faces put on people never met, known by name alone, living and dead; vision of rock before quarrying, sand... - [Poem: Dancing with the Five Israeli Stars](https://literaryyard.com/2016/11/02/poem-dancing-with-the-five-israeli-stars/): By: Chuck Orloski “The people control nothing.” Paul Craig Roberts; “Washington leads the world to war,” (10/05/2016) Inside a terrible Bergen, N.J., barroom the Nag Champa incense burned slowly, German Beck’s beer still somehow flowed and Pink Floyd’s song Mother 1.... - [Poem: Re-love](https://literaryyard.com/2016/11/02/poem-re-love/): By: Denny E. Marshall Time long past, since the romance gone Echo’s ring of favorite song Old notes restart softly once more Words the same stride different tune Piles of pettiness up in smoke Arguments in useless drawer In pile with... - [Poem: Solitary Clouds](https://literaryyard.com/2016/11/02/poem-solitary-clouds/): By: Denny E. Marshall Yesterday lots of clouds Today clear skies Few hours’ later One cloud appears Perhaps loneliness Is all about Being a day or two behind Two hours later Another single cloud appears - [Story: The Bubblegum Muddlebum](https://literaryyard.com/2016/11/01/story-the-bubblegum-muddlebum/): By: Vanessa Cutts One day Monica was getting dressed for school and she could only find one shoe. She looked everywhere, under the bed, in the toy box and in the bottom of the wardrobe. But Monica’s shoe was nowhere to... - [Story: Encounter](https://literaryyard.com/2016/10/31/story-encounter/): By: Sri Ram The container trucks that transport brand new cars between states, lorries carrying sacks of rice and wheat and jewelry shops are among a few that Arun have laid his thieving hands on yet, the police never rounded... - [Poem: The Grapes](https://literaryyard.com/2016/10/31/poem-the-grapes/): By: Lynn White The pub on the corner was known as ‘The Grapes’. I used to go there a lifetime ago, with one friend or another. It was my local, my space, my place, friendly and safe. I had no money,... - [Looking Back](https://literaryyard.com/2015/12/10/looking-back/): By: Rupal Rathore The staircase opens almost directly into a narrow lane of Makarana Mohila in Jodhpur, inviting every passer-by up. At the same time, you might end up circling the house and wonder how to get in as this is... - [Poem: An Appreciation](https://literaryyard.com/2015/12/10/poem-an-appreciation/): By: Mantz Yorke Some win their tussles with your scholarship, but I’ve not yet found the key to turn the lock. Googling words I’ve never come across, I can’t tell whether I’m scratching up intriguing fragments of ancient pot or... - [Story: The Obituary Writer](https://literaryyard.com/2015/12/09/story-the-obituary-writer/): By: Ruth Z. Deming Alicia, modern woman that she was, needed three jobs in order to survive and pay her bills. To her dismay, she learned she was pregnant. At a party at her girlfriend’s apartment, everyone including herself was as... - [The Syrian Story of Migration](https://literaryyard.com/2015/12/09/the-syrian-story-of-migration/): The Syrian crises have affected the whole world. It is important that we understand how it began and what it means in the present context. - [Poem: The Monster](https://literaryyard.com/2015/12/07/poem-the-monster/): By: Janna Vought A memory, caught, mounted for permanent display. Move the stone! Roll it away! Dark silence was the feeling, oily a place where days and nights blend, life and death become one. I peer through the broken window, silent.... - [Poem: Beloved](https://literaryyard.com/2015/12/07/poem-beloved/): By: Janna Vought My life is a field, the field where I’ll soon be scattered. I still tend frozen flowers trapped in frost, not ready to say goodbye. I wake in darkness, try not to slip down a black stinking hole,... - [Poem: My sever[ed] us](https://literaryyard.com/2015/12/02/poem-my-severed-us/): By: Linda M Crate cool winds soft snow it seems perhaps i was wrong to liken you to winter it isn’t always harsh, you are; sharp always as the thorns and thistles that catch upon my flesh and my skirts... - [Poem: Insincere Prince](https://literaryyard.com/2015/12/02/poem-insincere-prince/): By: Linda M Crate better things come to you when you’ve let go of things you should have never grasped that’s what you taught me, and for that i thank you; but i don’t thank you for the heart you... - [Poem: let you go](https://literaryyard.com/2015/12/02/poem-let-you-go/): By: Linda M Crate all in all you’re just another character to kill another scar i remember when the nights howl with loneliness shining brighter than the moon another mistake i made and another chance i took that i shouldn’t... - [Poem: too late](https://literaryyard.com/2015/12/02/poem-too-late/): By: Linda M Crate you may see me waver, my tears fall from my eyes, you may see me broken and defeated and hurt; but like a phoenix i will always rise from the ashes of my chaos; do not... - [The Karma of Terror](https://literaryyard.com/2015/12/01/the-karma-of-terror/): By: William T. Hathaway Terrible terrorists are killing our soldiers in their countries and killing us here at home. How can we stop them? The answer is simple: Stop terrorizing them. We started this war. What we do to others... - [Poem: Mannequin March](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/29/poem-mannequin-march/): By: Sasheera Mehrani Gounden I slide into silk Cut a model smile from perfection To paste over the hole on face Smiling like a grin-painted clown Chewing frozen clouds from brown paper bags Smirking at moving pictures on a screen With... - [Poem: Cul-de-sac](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/29/poem-cul-de-sac/): By: Sasheera Mehrani Gounden Your lauded visage is to perfection Retinue to exalt Your lighthouse sight is the aroma of treacly solitude Saccharine scent to seep Hydrogen Sulfide Contaminating my senses Twined as a foetus To writhe under the microscope... - [Poem: Fertility](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/29/poem-fertility/): By: Sasheera Mehrani Gounden Lilac does but sing Yet daffodils clutch the hem And shriek Peering through shades of heaven With antagonistic eyes Filaments clutch and rip paste From made-up visage To reveal but mucid clinging to wall Time is shallow... - [Poem: How?](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/27/poem-how/): By: Kousik Adhikari Shall I weep? Today? When the boat is burnt And I have burnt the boat. The sky was still bloodless like any woman after the first birth, The crimson moon appears to ravage the sky with heavy... - [Poem: When Cloud is Rain](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/27/poem-when-cloud-is-rain/): By: Kousik Adhikari Twisting clouds Hung over balcony, mother rushes Fetching clothes, now the chubby queen Shall surely cry, looking abortive As she cries. On a roof near my fingers Three females leaping Over harassing raindrops, While drops listen female... - [Poem: The Outsider](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/26/poem-the-outsider/): By: Debleena Majumdar Home is just a breath away. Across the drenched park bench, Square meters of measured warmth, Lie hidden behind curtained windows. Dinners on the table, phones in hand, Long conversations, Shared Secrets, Warm glow of happiness, No room... - [Poem: burning bridge](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/25/poem-burning-bridge/): By: Linda M Crate some die young, but something tells me you’ll be an old pompous man with grandchildren a lecherous old man who’s hated by his own children; i wouldn’t be surprised but i don’t have time to worry... - [Poem: won't touch my flowers again](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/25/poem-wont-touch-my-flowers-again/): By: Linda M Crate the water is too cold remembers me the blue of your november eyes suspended in the white of snow, and so i use my summer’s heart to melt through that memory; if i want to swim... - [Poem: finding my place](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/25/poem-finding-my-place/): By: Linda M Crate just want to close my eyes open them let the sun swallow me in the gold of kindness and love remember me all the compassion the world wants forgotten, and to embark on dreams i didn’t... - [Poem: red, white and blue](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/25/poem-red-white-and-blue/): By: Reese Scott I got off the plane I looked out the window Then I saw them. They had signs. “Welcome home”. They had big smiles. They were happy. Expecting someone that is no longer here. - [Story: Intimate Apparel Thieves From Outer Space](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/24/story-intimate-apparel-thieves-from-outer-space/): By: Michael C. Keith Everyone’s quick to blame the alien. –– Aeschylus Agnes was returning from shopping when she noticed something odd hovering over her house. At first she thought it was a large bird, but then she realized it... - [Story: Love](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/24/story-love-2/): By: Sri Ram Mathan stumbled upon the ground, on the straight faultless street when Sadhana along with her friend Saritha, both dressed in lovely green and red color Sarees respectively , crossed by. ‘Would you stumble even on a perfect... - [Story: The Weathermen](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/23/story-the-weathermen/): By: Michael McInnis “Look at weather this morning?” Ciaran said. “We’re fine here,” Nick said. “Doppler radar showed clear.” “Not down South.” “We’re not down South. We’re fine here. All day.” “That’s got to be hell on earth down there,”... - [Poem: All is well](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/21/poem-all-is-well/): By: Milt Montague the park a brisk walk then a sit down recovery as I listen to gentle but firm rhythm of my heart beat…beat…beat reassuring that all is well it’s great to be alive smell the flowers each and... - [Poem: I carry a stone](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/21/poem-i-carry-a-stone/): By:  Milt Montague I carry a stone in my pocket a reminder of an unbelievable atrocity perpetrated upon the world by a handful of men led by one maniac who systematically tortured and murdered six million people only because they... - [Poem: Near Miss](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/20/poem-near-miss/): By: Robert League almost the bullet smashed me almost the world fell on me almost I saw my own death almost I ran the course that would send me flying away to a distant land where I am no more - [Poem: Ours](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/20/poem-ours/): By: Robert League this wall is ours and we sit on guarding it with warm haunches until scraping spare hands come to take it away and then we have to ask: would we injure or maim for this wall? - [New book by former Middle East journalist exposes widespread abuses of the Kafala migrant worker sponsorship program](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/19/new-book-by-former-middle-east-journalist-exposes-widespread-abuses-of-the-kafala-migrant-worker-sponsorship-program/): A new book by a Ugandan native who has been a Middle East journalist for more than a decade documents numerous shocking abuses of the Kafala sponsorship system in the Gulf Arab region that the author says constitute ‘pure slavery’... - [When The Cathedrals Were White](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/19/when-the-cathedrals-were-white/): By: Gaither Stewart  The actor leaps and prances and undulates across the white stage of the cathedral steps, his high black rubber boots glistening in water and light. Laughing diabolically the ballerino aims his powerful hose first to the right,... - [Poem: Only I Fail to Teach You](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/18/poem-only-i-fail-to-teach-you/): By: Zunayet Ahammed Morning dews beckon me To take a lesson from them Gardenias tell me To elongate their relish Far and wide Rain drops call me To take in its savor The ocean voices To feel its magnitude Rivers... - [Poem: Nobody Answers Us](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/18/poem-nobody-answers-us/): By: Zunayet Ahammed Here we come for fame, for respect, for enjoyment, For amassing a huge amount of money, For belittling men helpless and hapless Not thinking about death. Here moneyed men care nothing Salute nothing Only want all in... - [How The Romantic Poets Gave Nature its Soul!](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/17/how-the-romantic-poets-gave-nature-its-soul/): Edmund Burke’s Philosophical Enquiry (1757) brought the sublime closer to experiences of awe, terror and danger. In Burke’s opinion, nature is the most sublime object, capable of generating the strongest sensations in its beholders. This thought is evidenced in the... - [Poem: Religiousity and Spirituality](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/17/poem-religiousity-and-spirituality/): By: Pijush Kanti Deb At least one more star will twinkle in the sky just adjacent to heaven, if it is strictly said and effectively heard, ‘’We ought to perceive the two gloves sanctioned to us to move around setting... - [Poem: What He Is?](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/17/poem-what-he-is/): By: Pijush Kanti Deb Mr. Pikantid is not at all my friend but an eye-protruding wonder to me as he looks quite contented without owning a tail or horns. Maybe, he is blessed and bloomed by someone he worships and... - [Story: Ban Me Thuot](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/16/story-ban-me-thuot/): By: William T. Hathaway The two American advisors and their Vietnamese and Montagnard paratroopers marched up the metal ramp into the back of a C-130. As Spec.-4 O’Keefe took a sling seat against the fuselage, he wished the plane had... - [Poem: Gone Missing](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/16/poem-gone-missing/): By: Bejoy The warmth, the smile, the eyes that gently crinkle. The gaze, the haze, no words to mingle. He was there and so was I, Not visible to the sober eye. The blues, the yellows, the shades of innocence. The... - [Story: Sole to Soul](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/15/story-sole-to-soul/): By: Vanessa Cutts Saul sat on the steps looking at his feet. He had been looking at his feet for nearly ten minutes wiggling his toes occasionally. Yesterday his pet rabbit had died. They had taken Bobby Bunny to the... - [Story: For Love of Maria Luisa](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/15/story-for-love-of-maria-luisa/): For love is strong as death; jealousy is cruel as the grave; the coals thereof are coals of fire, which have a most vehement flame. The Song of Solomon 8:6                    1. FATHER AND SON Lights from the... - [Story: It’s the Gift That Counts](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/14/story-its-the-gift-that-counts/): By: Michael C. Keith The best gift of all is money, because you don’t have to wrap it.    –– Curtis Blais Every time a Christmas commercial for Mercedes, Cadillac, or BMW came on television, it boggled Barry Sudbury’s mind to... - [Poem: anything but flattering](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/14/poem-anything-but-flattering/): By: Linda M Crate you tell me that you want things to change, but you remain the same; living out your live in the way you always have doing the same thing thinking that the results will be different is... - [Poem: the bones of heavy conversation](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/14/poem-the-bones-of-heavy-conversation/): By: Linda M Crate you talk and talk and talk i think you like the sound of your own voice trying to carry the moment on, but i’m growing weary of the heaviness of your bones; we are but strangers,... - [Poem: get away from me](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/14/poem-get-away-from-me/): By: Linda M Crate “i like what i see” “what’s up?” i’m at work and the only thing that’s up is my blood pressure, and i don’t see your need to approach me while i’m at work hoping for a... - [Poem: Convocation](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/13/poem-convocation/): By: Indunil Madhusankha The heart beset with a thousand hopes which were ever increased by those of his parents who slaved away, not having even a sufficient meal to their stomach A bigger expectation, they bore to see the refinement of... - [Poem: Gifts of Mother Materialism](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/13/poem-gifts-of-mother-materialism/): By: Indunil Madhusankha The shining fall of her thickly grown knee length tresses An araliya flower pinned in her hair, near the ear The glamour of her lotus coloured lips and that of her cheeks like rosy petals The beauty of... - [Poem: Halloween at St. Mary's Greek Catholic Cemetery](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/12/poem-halloween-at-st-marys-greek-catholic-cemetery/): By: Chuck Orloski When I am hurt & when I have given hurt, & in order to expel sorrow & shame, I go (unmasked) for long walks in my favorite cemetery. There I sing songs to hundreds of dead who sometimes... - [Story: The Woman on The Beach](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/12/story-the-woman-on-the-beach/): By: Ed Nichols I left my motel and walked up the beach, turned in front of the pier and walked over three blocks to Al’s Café. It was going to be a fine day. A few cottony clouds moved out of... - [Story: Three minus Four Equals A Lot](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/09/story-three-minus-four-equals-a-lot/): By: Reese Scott Jake laid down on the gurney. It felt as though he was on backwards. Suddenly all he could think of were fragments of song lyrics that he was infatuated with when he was younger and afraid to... - [Poem: Identity](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/09/poem-identity/): By: Mohammad Jashim Uddin  I am a Boishakhi Storm. I am a Ruin and Destruction. I am an Atom Bomb. I am a King Cobra. Storm, Ruin, Destruction, Bomb and Cobra to wipe distress of the Humanity. I am a Sail... - [Poem: Tranquil Signs Ahead](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/08/poem-tranquil-signs-ahead/): By: Denny E. Marshall Tall ashen sails of the mind Push hard like gusting inside winds Lost out in the edgeless vastness In deep-waters of receptor ocean No land connections in sight As far as thought perceives Hurricanes push both ways... - [Poem: Majestic Wings](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/08/poem-majestic-wings/): By: Denny E. Marshall Heart grows majestic wings to fly away To soar and hide amongst a silver cloud Pump with endless tales, length of Milky Way Heart grows majestic wings to fly away Looking for love behind a new doorway... - [Poem: At Times](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/08/poem-at-times/): By: Denny E. Marshall Loneliness is a gene All are born with Evolutions of time Will not detach At times lays dormant Hidden in helix The long spiral strands Are always present Atoms spin around Calls from the past Even crowded... - [Poem: Mile of blood on the Elmira tracks](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/08/poem-mile-of-blood-on-the-elmira-tracks/): By: Chuck Orlosk On balmy October morning, 2013, Dillon G. (16) trespassed RR Tracks, listened to hip hop music on head set. Earth rumbled, scream of locomotive horn; The voice of Bruno Mars, “you walk around here like you wanna be... - [Story: The Diagnosis](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/06/story-the-diagnosis/): By: William T. Hathaway When the doctor told dad he had fatal leukemia, he really fell apart. He wasn’t ready to die and couldn’t handle the finality of it all. The doctor tried to soften the news by saying the... - [Story: Long Standing Career](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/06/story-long-standing-career-2/): By: Sri Ram Subsequently, I was asked to take up the Relationship Manager post for this profile and handle it. I complained that this would be a tough one to begin with but they reminded me of the many statements... - [A John Ramm Monologue](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/05/a-john-ramm-monologue/): By: JD DeHart I first found myself in the wood, nestled in dew and fog, where no one would pry and find me slumping. Life was rather perfect then. I occasionally had to use my horns to shoo some intruder... - [Poem: It’s an Intermission](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/04/poem-its-an-intermission/): By: Pijush Kanti Deb Above in the sky blue renovates itself in a dark color and on the land my dreamy eyes are shown the merciless back of my love proceeding towards a new mirror renovating herself with a fresh... - [Poem: Now I Love My Mirror](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/04/poem-now-i-love-my-mirror/): By Pijush Kanti Deb Once I had a great abhorrence of my mirror- standing in my dark room, knowing only to reflect my bowing lonesome image down to a gloomy star oiling it to smile at me and my days... - [Story: Butterfly](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/03/story-butterfly/): By: Tom Ray Ed Churchwell met Thuy at a promotion party at the officers club at Tan Son Nhat Air Force Base on the outskirts of Saigon. A couple of his colleagues at Combat Evaluation Center Echo (CECE, pronounced “See... - [Poem: Medicine Man Crossing Space-Time Border](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/03/poem-medicine-man-crossing-space-time-border/): By: Chuck Orloski Unthinkable that aged Looking Glass would be banished onto a reservation where, upon grim encounter, Colonel John Campbell promised him, “You will mercifully die of old age instead of musket rounds to the head!” Medicine Man never wrote... - [Poem: Wildflower](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/02/poem-wildflower-2/): By: Linda M Crate the leaves are gold, orange, and red; i stand watching as autumn blooms cars whiz by no one notices the beauty of fall dances around me all her colors and all her beauty; they’re all caught... - [Poem: Thief of stars](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/02/poem-thief-of-stars/): By: Linda M Crate sometimes i wonder if i’ll be waiting my entire life in anticipation for the first day of my life we exist, but sometimes we forget to live; i refuse to become like you always suspended in... - [Poem: Zombie](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/02/poem-zombie/): By: Linda M Crate you tore my ego to shreds threw me to the wolves i came back their leader, and you told me once that you were a wolf; so maybe it’s time you give me that apology i... - [Amazon Publishing Announces the Little A Poetry Contest for Emerging Poets](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/02/amazon-publishing-announces-the-little-a-poetry-contest-for-emerging-poets/): Today, Amazon Publishing has announced a call for submissions for the Little A Poetry Contest, dedicated to the discovery of emerging poets. The contest will be judged by the acclaimed poets Cornelius Eady, Jericho Brown and Kimiko Hahn. The winner... - [Poem: I Pray for You](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/01/poem-i-pray-for-you/): By: Zunayet Ahammed When I’m free and nothing to do I delight in recollecting your name More than seven times Defeating a school boy’s passion for his sweetheart. In watching TV if I feel uninterested I recall your reminiscences quietly... - [Story: Long standing Career](https://literaryyard.com/2015/11/01/story-long-standing-career/): By: Shri Ram I should say that, nothing changed over a period of time. But, the way I looked at things, certainly have changed and that made all the difference. I was to take up a new profile. It was... - [Poem: And I will Mourn](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/31/poem-and-i-will-mourn/): By: Ananya S Guha And I will raise a hundred flowers For a hundred deaths And the hunt of life time The rivers are plenty Corpses will float And ghats will mourn For a hundred burials And a hundred causes And... - [Poem: Saturdays](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/31/poem-saturdays/): By: Ananya S Guha You do not spell doom only, blue eyes as my head whirls in fantasy of what you were, I were in those oblivious days of oranges and a fireplace of steaming fog baked rice, home made... - [Poem: Autumn Bare](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/29/poem-autumn-bare/): By: Sunil Sharma On a rough day, When the strong winds Erupt suddenly— Like some angry arguments Festering behind smiles, In the curtained homes; Distant memories, Dormant, Now— Resurfacing again, In ferocious rooms, Over the steaming herbal tea Served in... - [Poem: Will you miss me, when I am no more?](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/29/poem-will-you-miss-me-when-i-am-no-more/): By: Sunil Sharma Will there be a single tear shed, Once I am no more? Someone there— Emerging from the shadows to Cry over the simple rough bed Forever left vacant In a dim room? Or, the old rocking chair... - [Poem: Lucid moments](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/29/poem-lucid-moments/): By: Sunil Sharma Under a grey-blue sky, Pouring rain below, By parting curtains of Ballooning clouds Dark and pregnant, Walks this young mad, A woman with Sparkling eyes, And a bright smile, Looking heavenwards, Talking to those that Live there unseen by... - [Story: Intro](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/27/story-intro/): By: Sri Ram I remember, once I read from a book. The bonding between two bodies at the center is tighter than the ones at any other part. The moment I saw her in the bus, for the first time, I... - [Poem: A new Spring](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/27/poem-a-new-spring/): By: Pijush Kanti Deb When a pool is bloomed in a desert and a blossom on a rock, an unknown thirst crawls in my body informing a new spring is nearby. When the sky gets down to land and the... - [Poem: A Good Idea](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/26/poem-a-good-idea/): By: JD DeHart One thought floats down, a feather, light and buzz, another bumps out of the way like a rubber ball, ready to escape permanent sight I allow my mouth to form the idea, and the throw it out... - [Poem: Something Did Happen](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/26/poem-something-did-happen/): By: JD DeHart It could be guessed that two cars passed by, two persons, shade by shade, a wave Blue lights tell passersby that the passage was not so discrete, and the man carrying bags of broken auto indicates a smashing... - [Poem: Top Right-Hand Drawer](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/26/poem-top-right-hand-drawer/): By: JD DeHart All you need exists in the top right-hand drawer, including the bits of tape, the old pictures of yourself, the business card, a reminder about your ego, the birthday candle you told yourself you would keep, the folded... - [Poem: Americans All, Under the Shell](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/24/poem-americans-all-under-the-shell/): By: Ruth Z. Deming We are all of one family here under the aluminum shell of this popular filler-up join If attacked we would cling together like wagon trains rolling across the virgin plains Bucky, the manager, would protect us, so... - [Poem: A Short LIfe](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/24/poem-a-short-life/): By: Ruth Z. Deming I came out of the water one day and became a dragonfly. I didn’t know what to do. Under water they called me a nymph. Like the fish that surrounded me I flashed my gills and thought... - [Poem: The Blue Glass](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/24/poem-the-blue-glass/): By: Ruth Z. Deming One morning I woke up with that feeling of “ugh”: I haven’t written a good poem in nearly a month. Only yesterday I called and invited myself over. Slipped on my black clogs and walked out the... - [Poem: A Mother's Tale by James Agee](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/24/poem-a-mothers-tale-by-james-agee/): By: Ruth Z. Deming This story was originally published in Harper’s Bazaar, 1952 “A Mother’s Tale” is open to interpretation by the critics and professors Let me fill you in. We’re talking cows here the slow comely soft-eyed darlings the English... - [Story: To Have And To Hold](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/23/story-to-have-and-to-hold/): By: Phil Temples “Harry, we’ve been dating now for—what? Four months? I don’t mean to sound pushy, but don’t you think it’s time that we take it to the next level?” “Huh?” “You know, don’t you want a soul mate?... - [Story: Cowboy Loves Lily Sue](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/22/story-cowboy-loves-lily-sue/): By: Cathy S. Ulrich Cowboy’s got murder on his mind. It swims round in there like a little fish. He’s been like that since birth, says his momma. Born that way. Looked up at me with those mean little eyes, and... - [Poem: Pull a sleeve over the face of the earth](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/21/poem-pull-a-sleeve-over-the-face-of-the-earth/): By: Malcolm Carvalho The wolf did not like the stars in the sky. He thought they were too bright. The monkeys put a crane on the moon, pulled the stars down to Earth and lit them in a bonfire. The next... - [Poem: Competition](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/21/poem-competition/): By: Malcolm Carvalho  Yesterday, I picked up a stone, tore it into two, and gave you one half. You nurtured it, gave it wings, I taught mine to sing, somehow it also learnt to sting. Your stone sprouted a beak and... - [Poem: The Country Is Dying...](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/20/poem-the-country-is-dying/): By: Ananya S Guha what if how if why if in inner turmoil it lies in the ICU doctors are on indefinite strike. damn them. animals are now predating it. carcasses are ready. infinity, time bound. history is already dead. save... - [Poem: just a ghost](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/19/poem-just-a-ghost/): By: Linda M Crate there is no fountain of time that can give us back our youth so it would be best for you if you could straighten your shoulders, and leave that behind us; i am not coming back... - [Poem: Evermore](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/19/poem-evermore/): By: Linda M Crate pumpkin scented autumn afternoons scattered in citrine, gold, scarlet, emerald, and rust fall has graced us with apples and beauty; you stand complaining of the coming winter always taking for granted these moments we cannot get... - [Poem: savages](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/19/poem-savages/): By: Linda M Crate i’ve had enough of your savagery just like selfish, greedy men who would plunge this world to its death so you wish to utter death upon me and my dreams so i am your willing puppet,... - [Poem: Weather](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/18/poem-weather/): By: April Mae M. Berza  Sometimes the truth is changing like the weather; We are not prepared if it would rain us with words or shine us with silence. There are days when a storm is a solace for it prepares... - [Poem: Fishing](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/18/poem-fishing/): By: April Mae M. Berza I was fishing for words on this sunny day to cook a poem and serve it hot for you, but it was in the stream of silence I have gone fishing. Still, hour after hour, I... - [Poem: Superwoman](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/17/poem-superwoman/): By: Zunayet Ahammed Every morning peeps through my window With its sparkle. Each noon reminds me of its fading away. Beautiful flowers on earth wither. The evening creates an image of loss. The lorry quietly rolls forward Buses, trains and... - [Book launch: Panther Goes House Hunting in 1st Book of Children's Series](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/17/book-launch-panther-goes-house-hunting-in-1st-book-of-childrens-series/): Strategic Book Publishing & Rights Agency is pleased to announce the release of its newest title, Little Jakey – Book 1: Little Jakey’s House, by author Richard Edgley. As one of the great cats of the jungle, a panther should have an... - [Poem: Vagabond](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/16/poem-vagabond/): By: Izzy Noon When we saw the old man we thought he might be a beggar but we soon found he was the harbinger of so much more When he opened his blood moon eyes and told us our lives... - [Poem: Cookie Cutter](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/16/poem-cookie-cutter/): By: Izzy Noon Everyone looks the same here, which is fine when we realize that the factory makes them that way One by one, they line up like widgets and get pressed out to serve their short-term purpose on the... - [Poem: Smart Kid](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/16/poem-smart-kid/): By: Izzy Noon He’s a real smart kid, the doctors say and he’s a real smart kid, the others agree, but he doesn’t know the crown he wears and doesn’t know how regal his mind really is. - [Poem: The Kite](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/15/poem-the-kite/): By: Yousef Elharrak The bird with broken wings contemplates The kite flying in the sky The breeze takes the kite away Up on the hills The bird moves its wings It can’t fly like colors in the kite Sometimes paper... - [Poem: The Face of Africa](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/15/poem-the-face-of-africa/): By: Yousef Elharrak Africa smiles at the face of the ocean With all its potential white teeth The waves get ashamed of the meaningless foam On the eyes of the tide Africa can take the lift to the forehead of... - [Story: Acceptance](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/15/story-acceptance/): By: Michael C. Keith We live in a rainbow of chaos. –– Paul Cezanne My girlfriend and me rented a tiny bungalow at the end of the boardwalk in Atlantic City next to a rundown ten-story tenement. The outside of... - [Poem: A Lonely Body](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/14/poem-a-lonely-body/): By: Pijush Kanti Deb The softness of heart feels pity on its young but lonely body witnessing its bed-tumbling round and round in its deep slumber saying to its mirror ‘’ It needs a partner with anti- tumbling device’’ and... - [Poem: A Sudden Slip](https://literaryyard.com/2015/10/14/poem-a-sudden-slip/): By: Pijush Kanti Deb A sudden slip of my dancing heart pushed me once down into a deep ditch- maybe, dug deliberately by a witch, making it rich in stinky mud and bones along with a crying skinny youth- and... - [Poem: Spiritual beauty](https://literaryyard.com/2017/04/05/poem-spiritual-beauty/): By: Sylvia Frances Chan About beauty often heard about spiritual beauty…? that’s absurd we can see beauty everywhere discover a person’s smile watch the flight of the condor rose’s perfume and its petals the jasmine’s scent the rainbow with one color... - [Poem: About the blissful things](https://literaryyard.com/2017/04/05/poem-about-the-blissful-things/): By: Sylvia Frances Chan This morn I looked at the sky and heavens wondering there are no limits our life, love, and future in one blessed package and all, there is to Thee to have a blissful future, simple and wise.... - [Poem: Phases](https://literaryyard.com/2017/04/03/poem-phases/): By: Christie Lee Nowhere to be seen, she hides behind the darkness. The newest of all. Peeping on the side, forming her sickle presence. Like a bright smile. Crossing the midpoint, she has both light and shadows. Half her flaws are... - [Story: The Throne](https://literaryyard.com/2017/04/03/story-the-throne/): By: Natalia Suri “Kanta bai, don’t let your broom touch my chair,” ranted Lata, her voice trembling. The old woman sat on the chair as she spoke, her feeble toes barely touching the floor. “You don’t know, this is no ordinary... - [Poem: Battlefield](https://literaryyard.com/2017/03/31/poem-battlefield/): By: Joseph Pham Strength represents the sword and shield that hold their ground, to stand and protect. Dexterity shows precision, accuracy, which make their aim true. Luck is the unseen potential, the hidden gem, triumph in shadows. Intelligence builds the mind... - [Story: Breeden County Historical Museum](https://literaryyard.com/2017/03/31/story-breeden-county-historical-museum/): By: Tom Ray The older woman, probably in her forties, had long brown hair with blond highlighting. The younger woman, probably her daughter, also had brown hair, but cut short and without the highlighting. Not local, Barbara thought, with their... - [Poem: Twilight Zone](https://literaryyard.com/2017/03/29/poem-twilight-zone/): By: Mary Bone After cleaning out my ice box, I sailed rock hard tortillas Out of my back door, not Knowing where they would land. I figured a stray dog would Chew on them. Pups could easily break A tooth,... - [Poem: Encompassed](https://literaryyard.com/2017/03/28/poem-encompassed/): By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick She stood blankly staring out the window Touching the glass pane, chills ran through her body Bleak, she thought Would the rain ever end Would she ever get home The courage she started the process with... - [Poem: Earth's Fair Caress](https://literaryyard.com/2017/03/26/poem-earths-fair-caress/): By: Tom Sheehan 1. The ocean is slow to warm and slow to cool, shivers edges of winter and, like the lover it is, cannot let go. December talks its way up filaments of frangible shinbones old knees hang onto... - [Poem: Words Risen from My Father’s House, Built 1742](https://literaryyard.com/2017/03/26/poem-words-risen-from-my-fathers-house-built-1742/): By: Tom Sheehan Bones bang in the house, clutter of vellum lives; knobs of father’s eyes, like tender calf’s, burst once under strain of thick dosage that needled in his thigh, the coolest wedge of calamities, strong sugar epithet, fractional... - [Poem: Shipmates](https://literaryyard.com/2017/03/26/poem-shipmates/): By: Tom Sheehan Two boys went to sea last night, riding an ice floe broken from the river dam, pilots at the helm. Some say a standard flew, brisk pennant’s wave, admiral’s flagship. I dream of water and ice, dread... - [Accomplice to the Subject in Joyce’s Dubliners](https://literaryyard.com/2017/03/26/accomplice-to-the-subject-in-joyces-dubliners/): By: Patrick Peters James Joyce represents a microcosm of Irish life in the short story collection Dubliners. In a sequence of portraits, he recreates the native experience of Dublin as lived by a segment of its populace. Joyce gives the reader... - [Poem: The Glass Maze](https://literaryyard.com/2017/03/25/poem-the-glass-maze/): By: David Francis I am in the enchantment never to touch it like someone else’s garden but why worry if it touches me you do not touch the paintings in a museum I go along with that reasonableness There is doubtless... - [Poem: Another Side](https://literaryyard.com/2017/03/25/poem-another-side/): By: David Francis I feel I know a side of you that no one but me knows I see you with the others and I feel lost I think: no, nothing in common exists between us as if an alarm went... - [Prime Minister Netanyahu's “crazy Negevist” bedroom-enterprise](https://literaryyard.com/2017/03/25/prime-minister-netanyahus-crazy-negevist-bedroom-enterprise/): By: Chuck Orloski As a special favor for “America’s greatest ally,” the street smart President Donald Trump gave Benjamin Netanyahu his TracFone cell phone number – to be used for confidential conversations, only. With > 500 minutes remaining on the president’s... - [Poem: Innocence regained](https://literaryyard.com/2017/03/25/poem-innocence-regained/): By: Balu George Why is it said one must pass through darkness to re-enter the light? Why is it said re-enter and not enter? Why did Mr. Kane whisper rosebud on his deathbed? I like idly and white chutney, I also... - [Poem: Baccy User](https://literaryyard.com/2017/03/25/poem-baccy-user/): By: Gareth C He is a labourer of tobacco, margarine coloured finger tips rotting apple brown skin. Lungs struggling to inflate, or breath, though one day may fail to take him out; But he is happy with his rolled fag and... - [Poem: The Moon](https://literaryyard.com/2017/03/25/poem-the-moon/): By: Gareth C The moon had cooked up a stew of cloud, but blamed the sea. Serving it to the mountains that sat in their own height. We were hit first as rain sizzled on the tents skin. I watched the... - [Poem: Christ And The White Orchid](https://literaryyard.com/2017/03/24/poem-christ-and-the-white-orchid/): By: Ruth Deming She curves like the crescent moon tiny blossoms with Roman noses of deep character, serious flowers who know the importance of every single day, to treat well your brethren, bow before them, pass them food when they’re... - [Poem: Ode to Love (or One Last Chance)](https://literaryyard.com/2017/03/24/poem-ode-to-love-or-one-last-chance/): By: Angelo McCabe Though at Death’s door Or perhaps she at mine No one answers; what of that? And yet, my heart and soul hang by one last breath, the thinnest of twine. With myvery last ounce Like a fool I... - [Story: Aliens](https://literaryyard.com/2017/03/24/story-aliens/): By: Ram Prasath “Sir, we heard that you are suspended from NASA operations due to your stupid attitude issue within the organization?” the reporter of DailyNews.com asked. “Yes. It is true that I have been suspended” Collins said. “We have... - [Public Exams](https://literaryyard.com/2017/03/24/public-exams/): By: Ram Prasath My public exams were upcoming. In a few, crucial weeks I was to give them away. It was not like I had not given it its due time for preparation. Yet, you know, human body is a huge... - [Poem: Tears, I Cry Not](https://literaryyard.com/2017/03/24/poem-tears-i-cry-not/): By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick Fierce throbbing Lightning strikes Ignore, I try Unbearable moments Tears, I cry not I ask not why Grey overcast skies A grimace hidden behind As a sliver of sun appears Perhaps there is hope A facade.... - [Man on the Phone and other poems by Adreyo Sen](https://literaryyard.com/2017/03/24/man-on-the-phone-and-other-poems-by-adreyo-sen/): By Adreyo Sen Man on the Phone Unconscious he is that unconsciously He is a thing of beauty, One hand poetic elegance As it addresses the air, The other a bracket ended by slender metal Transporting him to a world... - [Poem: i won't honor evil](https://literaryyard.com/2017/03/12/poem-i-wont-honor-evil/): By: Linda M Crate you want empathy, compassion, respect, honor, and the world; everything for free— you want me to crucify myself because you both fear and loathe my power and the beauty of my dreams because they can cut... - [Poem: my greatest strength](https://literaryyard.com/2017/03/12/poem-my-greatest-strength/): By: Linda M Crate i was a cancer born under an aries moon stubborn is an understatement of the century, and my temper glows brighter than even the whitest or bluest star; i am a passionate being full of love... - [Poem: Patriot](https://literaryyard.com/2017/03/12/poem-patriot/): By: Linda M Crate the government isn’t a corporation, and even if it were we don’t approve of the way you’re running it; mr. president, there was another time were facts and science were shunned and we called it the... - [Poem: Clown](https://literaryyard.com/2017/03/09/poem-clown/): By: Balu George  There are trees with auras and slow trains with character. Strawberry jams which delight, and thunderclaps, thunderclaps! Earth, sky, fire, wind, water. There are fast cars which gun down the road, And chubby babies who smell of talcum... - [Poem: How is the View from Prison?](https://literaryyard.com/2017/03/09/poem-how-is-the-view-from-prison/): By: Ryan Quinn Flanagan archetypal gag reflex 300 years away the pail under the sink is growing mouldy and impatient fussy as a petulant child the handle broken off how is the view from prison? do they read your mail? smuggle... - [Poem: Wet Suit](https://literaryyard.com/2017/03/09/poem-wet-suit/): By: Ryan Quinn Flanagan I stood outside the hockshop along Richmond watching the many old men come and go. Departing as I once did, one after the other, their heads lowered in their chests even though it wasn’t cold, ashamed in... - [Poem: Wispy Pink](https://literaryyard.com/2017/03/08/poem-wispy-pink/): By: Charlotte Choi Looking in the mirror Seeing a cherry blossom still a sapling Wanting to see the petals grow and fall Blossoms being to develop As I continue to wait Wanting to see the petals grow and fall Looking at... - [Interview with the Author of The High Priestess Never Marries'](https://literaryyard.com/2017/03/08/interview-with-the-author-of-the-high-priestess-never-marries/): By: Michelle D’costa Sharanya Manivannan’s latest book is The High Priestess Never Marries (Harpercollins India, 2016), a collection of stories on women, solitude and desire which was shortlisted for the Tata Lit Live! First Book Award (Fiction). She is also the author... - [Poem: Craving](https://literaryyard.com/2017/03/08/poem-craving/): By: Malini Misra She craved for what she hadn’t seen, She craved for love she hadn’t been, She dreamed of a picket fenced home, with two children and a dog, Little did she know life could also be an adventure, She... - [Poem: Carried Away](https://literaryyard.com/2017/03/07/poem-carried-away/): By: JD DeHart Enter the persona, because I don’t like being skewered by eyes classic introvert Wise cracking, is it too much wit again? or what passes for wit? I’ve got a heavy message, three bags full, full of data-riddled... - [Poem: Means the World](https://literaryyard.com/2017/03/07/poem-means-the-world/): By: JD DeHart I’m not sure where the world stands anymore, old beliefs have fallen like slate sliding into boiling tense ocean I’m not two weeks ago me I’m not sure what the heavens make of this, if they look... - [Poem: Rain of Love](https://literaryyard.com/2017/03/07/poem-rain-of-love/): By: Neelam Singh The beauty of rain I behold Raindrops fall upon me Frost-bitten heart melting at the sound of rain Moments of pain exposed by the rain Joy, I see everywhere Oh! What a sight to see If only... - [Review: Em And The Big Hoom By Jerry Pinto](https://literaryyard.com/2017/03/05/review-em-and-the-big-hoom-by-jerry-pinto/): By: Jigar Brahmbhatt She discovered with great delight that one does not love one’s children just because they are one’s children but because of the friendship formed while raising them: Marquez writes in Love in the time of Cholera. I... - [Anwarul Karim’s ‘Water and Culture in Bangladesh Past and Present’](https://literaryyard.com/2017/03/05/anwarul-karims-water-and-culture-in-bangladesh-past-and-present/): A New Pathway to Measure the Value of Water through the Culture of Bangladesh By: Mohammad Jashim Uddin and K Ahmed Alam Professor Dr. Anwarul Karim is a worldwide famous and recognized researcher of Bangladesh History, culture and norms. He... - [Poem: Each Day](https://literaryyard.com/2017/03/04/poem-each-day/): By: James G. Piatt The top of the pepper Trees glisten With a scarlet glow from Vanishing prayers, The Mission’s bell spire Gleams with a holy flame, Dim umbra’s exist below. Oh beautiful summer day, What will you bring and Leave... - [Poem: Forget](https://literaryyard.com/2017/03/04/poem-forget/): By: James G. Piatt Beneath the shade of a Sycamore tree, looking at thoughts reflecting off the ripples of a blue pond, I hear the strident voice of a red headed acorn woodpecker tapping, “forget, forget, forget,” into the emptiness of... - [Poem: Hope](https://literaryyard.com/2017/03/04/poem-hope/): By: James G. Piatt When I am probing for relief from dark days, my mind is fraught with the omens of a murky future, the sky is filled with dark thunder, and foreign deserts with rebellious cruelty, and the airways are... - [Review: Norse Mythology](https://literaryyard.com/2017/03/04/review-norse-mythology/): By: Ajay Patri Neil Gaiman, in his introduction, is quite clear about a few things regarding this new book of his. One, the way his own works in the past have been influenced by the Norse myths (anyone who has read... - [Story: The Schock](https://literaryyard.com/2017/03/02/story-the-schock/): By: Dr. Cornelia Păun Heinzel : Translated from Spanish by: Iulia Costache A long heartbreaking whistle, like a desperate wailing penetrates the souls of those who wait on the wings of the boulevard in the center of Bucharest. Every bit... - [Story: Knife](https://literaryyard.com/2017/03/01/story-knife/): By: Ram Prasath As a sharp knife was on its way penetrating that tall man’s chest and he screamed loudly while his clothes went red, the director shouted “cut” thrice indicating to the crew that the scene was over. The... - [Story: A murder](https://literaryyard.com/2017/03/01/story-a-murder/): By: Ram Prasath “A Million?” “Five. One settlement” The dark figure that sat inside the Rangerover thought for a moment and pulled out a bag and handed it over to Donovan and Jimmy. Donovan and Jimmy took the bag, pulled its... - [Poem: Poetry is ...](https://literaryyard.com/2017/03/01/poem-poetry-is/): By: Milt Montague poetry the ultimate language implying a multitude saying little shorthand a story simply told much left to imagination creative imagery cloaks an idea in protective camouflage a strong feeling held close briefly committed to paper words are... - [Poem: Case](https://literaryyard.com/2017/03/01/poem-case/): By: Milt Montague when I was a child the world was dominated by the penny candy case highlight of the local candy store a large glass showcase featuring many glass shelves chock full of different candies all available at two... - [Poem: Dennis Rodman's quest for another shot at international diplomacy](https://literaryyard.com/2017/03/01/poem-dennis-rodmans-quest-for-another-shot-at-international-diplomacy/): By: Chuck Orloski At West Wing desk, Reince Priebus takes a weird (unsolicited) call from Donald Trump’s “old home boy” pal and summons the president to answer his phone. “Yo, it’s me, The Worm,” said Dennis Rodman, “remember me?” (a grumpy... - [The Pigeon Man of Fez](https://literaryyard.com/2017/02/25/the-pigeon-man-of-fez/): By: Jacob Mardell I mistook Ibrahim for a calm man, but when he spoke about our imminent doom, his long, sedate face lit up. With the enthusiasm of a village gossip, excitement bristled his features, and with the sincerity of a... - [Outward Wind and other poems by Denny E. Marshall](https://literaryyard.com/2017/02/25/outward-wind-and-other-poems-by-denny-e-marshall/): By: Denny E. Marshall Outward Wind Drawn to original candle Flame burnt out long ago Galaxies speed outward Insects in dark gravity wind Between wide arms of black Friends cold and darkness live Lurching in hidden shadows Constant birth of rips... - [Story: Silent Cheers](https://literaryyard.com/2017/02/22/story-silent-cheers/): By: Raymond Greiner Allegany Heights is an affluent bedroom community near Philadelphia. The state of Pennsylvania is a renowned hub of football mania, and many historic great players have emerged from this geographic area. Allegany Heights High School is no exception;... - [Poem: There’s A Hole](https://literaryyard.com/2017/02/22/poem-theres-a-hole/): By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick There is a hole in his soul Existing at birth, crafted by life Recognizing his difference Remembering the loud noise, all the commotion, the sirens Hiding in a closet with his young brothers Why didn’t he... - [The Rabbi Lord who wants Hawking “down and out” in Orwell's London](https://literaryyard.com/2017/02/22/the-rabbi-lord-who-wants-hawkings-down-and-out-in-orwells-london/): By: Chuck Orloski Gloomy and anguished, British Rabbi Lord Jonathan Sacks looked into mirror and kept repeating to himself, “Fools, fools are scientists who don’t profess love for Israel… and fool, fool is the Pope for his welcoming Stephen Hawking... - [Poem: Silence, A Necessity](https://literaryyard.com/2017/02/22/poem-silence-a-necessity/): By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick Squishing her head between two pillows Blocking both light and sound No tolerance for incessant chattering, the blaring television From her earbuds classical music play Distinct notes louder than she desired, her solitary weapon against the... - [Poem: Letter to Self](https://literaryyard.com/2017/02/21/poem-letter-to-self/): By: Oscar Navarro Dear Oscar, Since your father is always with you Appreciation for him you lose Enjoy every last moment You won’t be seeing him much. Leaving Colombia will shatter you You will have to start from scratch No friends,... - [Poem: Obsolete](https://literaryyard.com/2017/02/21/poem-obsolete/): By: Clay Marcus Cosue Remember the bully who made fun of you all the misery he gave you I tell you eleven years from now, give him the southpaw You hated those mile runs one shove and he made you eat... - [Poem: Wun](https://literaryyard.com/2017/02/21/poem-wun/): By: Jared Wun I am the excitement felt when watching the clock countdown the final minutes of a school day. The rush of roaring cheers led by the stomps of eager feet, echo throughout the hallway. I am the stratosphere, home... - [Story: A Good Rain Knows When to Fall](https://literaryyard.com/2017/02/21/story-a-good-rain-knows-when-to-fall/): By:  JP Miller The bus ride from downtown San Francisco across the Bay Bridge to Oakland was long and choked with diesel fumes. The sudden stops and starts never bothered me much. I must have nodded out at some point.... - [A Seahawk lineman down on the N.F.L.'s sponsored trip to Israel *](https://literaryyard.com/2017/02/21/a-seahawk-lineman-down-on-the-n-f-l-s-sponsored-trip-to-israel/): By: Chuck Orloski At West Wing desk, Reince Priebus takes call from Seattle Seahawks defensive lineman, Michael Bennett. Quite occupied and having mistaken Michael’s baptismal-name for Reagan’s Secretary of education, William Bennett, Preibus immediately summons President Trump to answer his phone.... - [Poem: Californian Seasons](https://literaryyard.com/2017/02/21/poem-californian-seasons/): By: Jasmine Chen Early morning dew shines with the sun’s golden rays. The flowers wake up. Sun rises to zenith, and trees reach up with their leaves. Heat makes all sluggish. Leaves fall with the sun as it turns orange, then... - [Story: Abstract Realism](https://literaryyard.com/2017/02/20/story-abstract-realism/): By: Ruiquan Li “This is what I’ve been waiting for.” Stacy gasped. “The competition could be my way to the top.” The annual Paris art fair is near, and artists are anxiously waiting as the officials have yet to release the... - [Poem: Incense](https://literaryyard.com/2017/02/20/poem-incense/): By: Ruiquan Li The aroma pervaded throughout the room, like the distinct smell of my Mind Palace. I can still see some the settings, the lighter, the fire, and close eyes. Where Buddha was worshipped with faith, the old temples, like... - [Poem: Shadow](https://literaryyard.com/2017/02/20/poem-shadow-2/): By: Lynn Tieu My hands are the shadows of my parents’. Dawn begins and a distorted copy trails along. On sparkling platters, the eggrolls my mother made were savory and sweet, And drew in devoted followers like seductive Sirens from their... - [Poem: Good Job!](https://literaryyard.com/2017/02/20/poem-good-job/): By: Abhishek Yenumula Dear six year old Abhishek, I would like to congratulate you and tell you that you are a senior at high school and going to graduate in five months. Now, I know it’s hard trying to adapt to... - [Interview: Goncalo Dias divulges about 'The Good Dictator'](https://literaryyard.com/2017/02/19/interview-goncalo-dias-divulges-about-the-good-dictator/): LiteraryYard.com had an interaction with Gonçalo Dias, whose new novel – The Good Dictator has just hit the stands and online ecommerce platform, Amazon.com. The Good Dictator is part of the trilogy called The Birth of An Empire. Excerpts: 1... - [Poem: Family Dynamics](https://literaryyard.com/2017/02/19/poem-family-dynamics/): By: Melissa Oshiro Bushy eyebrows and sarcastic humor, Dad tells me to be mature. Then Mom barges in, her irrational mood swings, unpredictable. My sister tries to stay, but must return to a home that is not mine. I run to... - [Poem: Dear Melissa](https://literaryyard.com/2017/02/19/poem-dear-melissa/): By: Melissa Oshiro Going to sleep is important, though you think you can stay up to watch the sunrise. Dinner should not be eaten at four in the morning, nor should it be your first meal. The night is not the... - [Story: Death of Tyranny](https://literaryyard.com/2017/02/19/story-death-of-tyranny/): By: Dev Bhatia  “Nobody simply murders the Archduke of Austria, let alone some nineteen year old wishful assassin.” Scorned Salus. “Glory. Revolution. Freedom. Do these words mean nothing to you anymore? Years of planning and waiting for the right time, all... - [Rome: Maverick State of the European Union](https://literaryyard.com/2017/02/14/rome-maverick-state-of-the-european-union/): By: Gaither Stewart Long before the Nibelungen mythology spread in Teutonic lands, legends and semi-legends abounded in the ancient and isolated lands south of the Alps, legends that say a lot about how these peninsular Italic peoples today think and... - [Story: Wolf Girl](https://literaryyard.com/2017/02/13/story-wolf-girl/): By: Raymond Greiner Jim and Susan Marshall met in college and married shortly after graduation. Both earned meteorological science degrees and were offered an opportunity to work as a team for the US weather service. The first six months they were... - [Poem: The Letter](https://literaryyard.com/2017/02/13/poem-the-letter/): By: Nadia Rei Maglonso Relationships are by far the best and worst experience you’ll feel in your life. At one point you can feel on top on the world. On the other hand — you can feel the most gut wrenching... - [Poem: Grief](https://literaryyard.com/2017/02/13/poem-grief/): By: Nadia Rei Maglonso Deny what is reality Block out words and hide from facts — The first wave of pain. I blamed you for leaving Resented you for my pain — I needed closure. Sometimes I regret Not having enough... - [Poem: Bending](https://literaryyard.com/2017/02/13/poem-bending/): By: Mari Salarda Unpredictable— The water has its own mind Treacherous while calm My feet are dirtied black from the soil where green stalks grow and flourish It gives light and warmth Sometimes blue, red, or orange A tool, a weapon... - [Poem: Collecting Pebbles](https://literaryyard.com/2017/02/13/poem-collecting-pebbles/): By: Zunayet Ahammed Life is not getting well Sometimes invisible darkness appears in front of it It then moans and groans out of pangs. No place to go for peace and harmony Things are not happening The way we are sending... - [Poem: As Your Loved One](https://literaryyard.com/2017/02/13/poem-as-your-loved-one/): By: Zunayet Ahammed  I saw her once in an enchanting journey She was a princess, a beauty to flood the dark room with “moonlight” like the murmuring sound of the Padma Many days back I lost. I don’t know whether she’s... - [Poem: Voices within](https://literaryyard.com/2017/02/07/poem-voices-within/): By: Neelam Singh I hear voices, Voices within! Some are clear and some in vain I try to hear but the chaos therein I hear voices, yes voices within! The magnetic lunatic world around me offers frenzied voices Alas it overpowers... - [Story: Jimmy’s Visit](https://literaryyard.com/2017/02/07/story-jimmys-visit/): By: Bob Kalkreuter Sea oats swayed in the breeze sweeping in from the Gulf of Mexico. Sitting on a chair atop the wind-wrinkled dune, Travis could see down the beach to a fishing pier that looked like a centipede crawling into... - [Poetry](https://literaryyard.com/2017/02/07/poetry/): By: Balu George I write poetry without ambition, Without wondering about rhyme, Or worrying about metaphors. I write because I like writing, Just like, I like watching Women brush hair of their forehead, Balloons floating up towards the sky on... - [Story: Colum Twyne’s Last Leg Up](https://literaryyard.com/2017/02/06/story-colum-twynes-last-leg-up/): By: Tom Sheehan Not everything is as it seems. Sheriff Colum Twyne had heard that phrase said a number of times, and here he was being the proof of the saying. He was hoping it was a true observation in... - [Poem: My Deserted Father and His Tears](https://literaryyard.com/2017/02/06/poem-my-deserted-father-and-his-tears/): By: Pijush Kanti Deb She seems to be submissive to me who is yet to witness that stern storm which may drive a ship high and dry but I witnessed my deserted father and his hidden tears. So, I grant... - [Poem: A Camouflazed Mirror](https://literaryyard.com/2017/02/06/poem-a-camouflazed-mirror/): By: Pijush Kanti Deb Neither telepathy is known nor an effective time-machine is owned yet the race towards you seems to be so automatic that the frightening distance between you and me and the on going moking circumstance from my... - [Poem: Eternity of magic](https://literaryyard.com/2017/02/06/poem-eternity-of-magic/): By: Linda M Crate dance magic dance surfaced in my head three days before you departed almost as if you were summoning me from the deep slumber of a nightmare insisting it was time to become a rebel against reality,... - [Poem: Labyrinth king](https://literaryyard.com/2017/02/06/poem-labyrinth-king/): By: Linda M Crate there are no more tomes of labyrinth to beseech no more goblin kings to steal away the breath and hearts of young and old girls alike in the spinning of three crystal balls and a swift... - [Poem: Where'd you go?](https://literaryyard.com/2017/02/06/poem-whered-you-go/): By: Linda M Crate why have you left us, star man? seems the fabric of the universe is coming untethered in your absence, and we still have the music but without you it just isn’t quite the same; always i’ve... - [Poem: Waves](https://literaryyard.com/2017/02/06/poem-waves/): By: Angelo McCabe As you move and go away You divide me in two, Into the night and Into the day By your sun and the moon and stars that are Your eyes … Your eyes of blue That I love,... - [Poem: Old pain](https://literaryyard.com/2017/02/02/poem-old-pain/): By: Edward J. DeSilva, Jr is different than new. It grows more complex – richer – with the passing of time, like the taste of old scotch. It lingers on the tongue and in the memory. Or the smell of a... - [Poem: The Leaves Fall Faster Now](https://literaryyard.com/2017/02/02/poem-the-leaves-fall-faster-now/): By: Edward J. DeSilva, Jr The leaves fall faster now; it won’t be long. Tragic ballerinas pirouette and plié, magnificent in their death song. Lively spring-greens once supple and strong fade into shadows of glory now past. The leaves fall faster... - [Poem: Muse](https://literaryyard.com/2017/02/02/poem-muse/): By: Balu George The muse has deserted me. It’s a struggle, to say the least, To make the words soar, dip, straighten out. Evoke pathos, anger, passion, contempt. I will take anything. The muse has danced her way out of my... - [Poem: Andrea in D Minor](https://literaryyard.com/2017/02/02/poem-andrea-in-d-minor/): By: Angelo McCabe A bonfire burns in the silent holy night My body consumed by the fire that only you can ignite. I hunt for … what? Words — and the spirit that will be made flesh, that crave the caress... - [Poem: Time](https://literaryyard.com/2017/02/01/poem-time-2/): By:  Cornelia Păun Heinzel Every moment has its own meaning, significance, For me, for you, for him. In every moment there is an action important For me, for you, for him. Time is always crucial, For me, for you, for... - [Poem: Wanderers](https://literaryyard.com/2017/01/31/poem-wanderers/): By:  Lynn White All those lost people wandering the streets, perambulating among the purposeful passers by. Loose souls, dreaming products waiting to be fixed in frames, or pencilled in, placed on a page, or stage, stabilised, finished by my hand.... - [Poem: Once](https://literaryyard.com/2017/01/31/poem-once/): By:  Lynn White Once I was whole. Complete. Unbroken. Once I breathed air. Once I walked. I spoke, I smiled, I looked sad. Yes, once I had feelings. And then, my sadness was selected. Chosen and frozen in it’s beauty.... - [Story: There’s Someone for Everyone](https://literaryyard.com/2017/01/31/story-theres-someone-for-everyone/): By: Steve Slavin 1 Helene knew for sure that there was not someone for everyone. She could even prove it. Helene does not remember much about her parents. An automobile accident left her orphaned when she was just four year old.... - [Poem: El Chapo's revenge](https://literaryyard.com/2017/01/31/poem-el-chapos-revenge/): At West Wing desk, Reince Priebus takes a collect call and summons President Trump to answer. By: Chuck Orloski “It’s Joaquin,” said El Chapo. “Remember me?” (an untypical pensive silent delay) “Oh, you mean the guy who played Johnny Cash in... - [Poem: Where I Fit](https://literaryyard.com/2017/01/31/poem-where-i-fit/): By: Allison Grayhurst In the hourglass I see a cloud that greys the city. I see people at their art shows, theatre shows and antique shops blowing on their blankets in hopes of holding off winter, in hopes of never looking... - [Poem: Field](https://literaryyard.com/2017/01/31/poem-field/): By: Allison Grayhurst It doesn’t matter what field you run on, or who has your shoes. All that matters is that you keep moving over the hardly visited terrain where garden snakes and mosquitoes thrive. None of them will kill you,... - [Poem: Missing Them](https://literaryyard.com/2017/01/25/poem-missing-theme/): By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick 83 degrees, sunny Beloved spot Golden rays shine Beaming upon bronzed skin Pool enticing Gnawing in her stomach Ambiguous uneasiness Disconcerted Distinct days No laughter No smiles No traditions Sparkling lights fill the space Emptiness permeates... - [Poem: The Yellow Robot Messiah](https://literaryyard.com/2017/01/23/poem-the-yellow-robot-messiah/): By: Chuck Orloski Activate him by flip-of-a-switch, and so many packages move from conveyor to pallet… and shrink wrapped! Born in Shenzhen Silicon Valley, he is ageless, never slothful, he’s come to save mankind from its unproductive sins. He requires no... - [Poem: Thursday, June 2, 1988](https://literaryyard.com/2017/01/21/poem-thursday-june-2-1988/): By: Robert S. King Tonight I’ve come to watch my mother die or someone they say is her, who matches no photograph now, who gropes like a child for her mother’s arms, for the mercy of a God who, like a... - [Poem: Coming of the Age of Man](https://literaryyard.com/2017/01/21/poem-coming-of-the-age-of-man/): By: Robert S. King In his worn-thin army fatigues, Daddy is drunk on moonshine. He’s lost many jobs but never a battle. His eyes aim their barrels at me. A tattoo on his right arm says The baby is dead. Mama... - [Poem: Consequences](https://literaryyard.com/2016/03/03/poem-consequences/): By: Linda M Crate i am a moon child sensitive and kind emotional and deep loony and lunar, but like my moon mother i also have a dark side; can become a wolf tear you to pieces for all the... - [Poem: Thanks for asking](https://literaryyard.com/2016/03/03/poem-thanks-for-asking/): By: Linda M Crate there’s such judgment in your eyes i know you couldn’t possibly be a friend you’re too willing to jump down my throat and pull taut the wings of my dreams until they cut and crumble upon... - [Poem: The dreamer's revenge](https://literaryyard.com/2016/03/03/poem-the-dreamers-revenge/): By: Linda M Crate the soft whisper of my voice is like a rustling of leaves people are always trying to talk over me with the roars of their ocean, but they do not tend to their birds that’s always... - [Poem: Who are You?](https://literaryyard.com/2016/03/02/poem-who-are-you/): By: Pijush Kanti Deb The inevitable searching season Starts its reactive actions on the crowd But in the blind age only Keeping two luminous witnesses The Sun and the Moon In one hand And in other Compelling the eyes To... - [Poem: Limited Means and Unlimited Longings](https://literaryyard.com/2016/03/02/poem-limited-means-and-unlimited-longings/): By: Pijush Kanti Deb How long is the tape of longings? Unlimited- the prompt hereditary answer Revealing One of the childish ideas We conceive and feel proud of While Counting stops itself very soon in measuring The limited means of... - [Story: Trastevere: Three Beautiful Women and a Poet](https://literaryyard.com/2016/02/29/story-trastevere-three-beautiful-women-and-a-poet/): By: Gaither Stewart Her two roommates, Piera and Paola, reconstructed that Priscilla had been missing since noon on December 31. To the police agents twenty-four hours did not sound like a long absence but for Piera and Paola it was... - [Homeland](https://literaryyard.com/2016/02/29/homeland/): By:: Gaither Stewart The parable is told of the boiling of a frog. If you put it in boiling water the frog will jump out as soon as it feels the heat. But if you put it in cold water... - [Poem: Hit and Run](https://literaryyard.com/2016/02/26/poem-hit-and-run/): By: Janna Vought When I hit the windshield, I think about laundry in the dryer, chicken for dinner thawing on the counter—my daughters. I land in the space between the nothing, tangled up in my headphone wires. My body shatters, pieces... - [Poem: Blood Countess](https://literaryyard.com/2016/02/26/poem-blood-countess/): By: Janna Vought Elizabeth Báthory, 1560-1614, history’s most prolific serial killer, accused of torturing and killing hundreds of young women, then bathing in her victim’s blood. I’m shadow, a symbol cast to paper. I’m myth ravaged by hungry heat, bloated with... - [Poem: Seiko](https://literaryyard.com/2016/02/25/poem-seiko/): By: William Ogden Haynes Today I found my father’s old wristwatch. The battery was finally dead, although it probably lasted about a year longer than he did, dependably counting the minutes in case someone wanted to glance at the correct time.... - [Poem: A Yankee Shops for a Used Car in Alabama, 1975](https://literaryyard.com/2016/02/25/poem-a-yankee-shops-for-a-used-car-in-alabama-1975/): By: William Ogden Haynes I was a young professor with a newly-minted doctorate driving south from Ohio to work at Auburn University. I pulled my old Chevy into a used car dealership and before I could get out of the car,... - [Story: The Boy Who Cried Help](https://literaryyard.com/2016/02/23/story-the-boy-who-cried-help/): By: Sasheera Gounden I I was sitting in the waiting room with fear soaking my armpits leaving a trail of odour behind. The many eyes surrounding my retina were repugnant. People tend to judge you if you’re a bit strange. I,... - [Poem: Early Birds](https://literaryyard.com/2016/02/22/poem-early-birds-2/): By: Ruth Asch The trees in silhouette, laid flat by grey light: old keepsakes, dry and frail, pressed on a page of sky. Only one blot – twigs knotted, lodged aslant; a reckless crafting, proffered to the winds or hungry eye.... - [Poem: Replica](https://literaryyard.com/2016/02/22/poem-replica/): By: Ruth Asch They are rebuilding proud Palmyra from kebab-sticks, (the pride of peoples, razed to dust.) One can no longer sit by a temple wall to write of doubt, from ramparts satirize the world of power; party, or paint a... - [Poem: All in the Bunker Family](https://literaryyard.com/2016/02/19/poem-all-in-the-bunker-family/): By: Chuck Orloski Midnight in D.C. – Smithsonian museum glass glare, no one around but for security cameras. The Bunker family stayed up late, emerged from bunker, and took seats upon favorite chairs. Archie’s politics stunk for Edith, she actually “pulled... - [Story: The Double](https://literaryyard.com/2016/02/19/story-the-double/): By: Lee Oleson When Coco was fourteen Marco, his father, was shot dead in a robbery. Marco was working behind the counter in a corner grocery when there was a stick up. After the thief took the money he didn’t... - [Poem: Carnival](https://literaryyard.com/2016/02/16/poem-carnival/): By: Sasheera Gounden Upon the carousel To meet friends, family But most of all, You Pinks, blues and that of the colour bile Of static combed clouds dispersed in filthy rotunda traps Clay men hold moons Of catfish, Coney and sausage... - [Poem: The Rebel in Conversation](https://literaryyard.com/2016/02/15/poem-the-rebel-in-conversation/): By: Ben Nardolilli You will not flinch over anything, it’s clear, You speak to me of the dick and the clit, But you can get clinical too, Conversing on the vagina and the penis, With no deference for the vas... - [Poem: Additional Means](https://literaryyard.com/2016/02/15/poem-additional-means/): By: Ben Nardolilli In every heart of this generation is a burned over district, I have found mine, have you found yours? But we can afford lifestyle merchandise, which should be enough despite the trickle down drought We are restless,... - [Poem: Careless Rock Surprise](https://literaryyard.com/2016/02/15/poem-careless-rock-surprise/): By: Ben Nardolilli This dance of logorrhea scares me up from the floor, when people cast limp feet from side to side until sneakers and heels matriculate in unison, the result of poor eye and ear coordination. Let the host play... - [Mobile Phones: Are they a Bane or a Blessing?](https://literaryyard.com/2016/02/10/mobile-phones-are-they-a-bane-or-a-blessing/): By: Indunil Madhusankha It is a singularly striking fact that modern man is in a whirlwind of technological wonders and innovations with a never ending zeal for enhancing the comforts of his living. At a time when the world is charged... - [Poem: Little Things](https://literaryyard.com/2016/02/09/poem-little-things/): By: David Ogana It takes lots of guts To fight my father The father insect. knowing well, he is a butterfly, i leave him stick to my shirt to fly me east or west south or north or either west of... - [Poem: i must be king](https://literaryyard.com/2016/02/08/poem-i-must-be-king/): By: Linda M Crate   caught in a reflection of my past my fingers can’t break through the glass to the reality for i fear the pain of it, and i know i must overcome this nightmare if i’m ever... - [Poem: Women aren't weak, you are](https://literaryyard.com/2016/02/08/poem-women-arent-weak-you-are/): By: Linda M Crate you try to tell me that i’m weak that i’m only a woman, only a girl emotions will always get in the way; but you don’t understand that loyalty, love, and compassion are strengths not weaknesses;... - [Poem: i survived](https://literaryyard.com/2016/02/08/poem-i-survived/): By: Linda M Crate for so long i allowed myself to be haunted hunted, hounded by memories of the past that i refused to let go; they cut me like the shrapnel of your sharp words thrust into me like... - [The Fiction Writer And The Biographer](https://literaryyard.com/2016/02/08/the-fiction-writer-and-the-biographer/): By: Gaither Stewart I just read the novel, EUPHORIA, by the young American writer, Lily King, a TOP TEN BOOK OF THE YEAR in 2014, published by Grove Press, New York. Readers of this article do not have to worry;... - [Story: The Thief in the Old Bungalow](https://literaryyard.com/2016/02/07/story-the-thief-in-the-old-bungalow/): By: Antara Roy Oruganti It was an old bungalow on a hill. In and around it, there was much to see, much to hear, and much to love; especially on sunny, summer days. Less of a standing structure, and more of... - [“Not By Bread Alone”: Concerning Dostoevsky’s Grand Inquisitor](https://literaryyard.com/2016/02/06/not-by-bread-alone-concerning-dostoevskys-grand-inquisitor/): By: Gaither Stewart  (The essay was first published The Greanville Post) In the first line of Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoevsky’s famous “poem”, often referred to as “the Legend of the Grand Inquisitor”, Ivan Karamazov says to his brother Alyosha that a preface... - [Poem: Pictures](https://literaryyard.com/2016/02/05/poem-pictures/): By: Sunil Sharma A piece of yellow Sun-light Glinting Outside the Apartment-window Of my son in Aarhus, Denmark, And The earlier glittering snow, Take me there Where I cannot Immediately go; I feel lifted up, Transported there, Instantly, And play in... - [Story: The Curtain](https://literaryyard.com/2016/02/05/story-the-curtain/): By: Revathi Suresh She’d finally murdered the darned thing. Shaila stared at the red that had pooled in a corner of the bathroom floor, her nose wrinkling at the strong metallic odour. With her thumb and forefinger she pulled gingerly... - [The Man-Machine and Living-Death: A Poetic Critique of D.H. Lawrence](https://literaryyard.com/2016/02/04/the-man-machine-and-living-death-a-poetic-critique-of-d-h-lawrence/): By: Robert Yee Throughout his literary career, David Herbert (D.H.) Lawrence wrote plays, novels, letters, and poems that elaborated upon his personal beliefs about society and opinions concerning his outlook on life. In particular, his collection of poems expounds upon... - [Story: A Russian New Years Eve Baby's Blown Birthday](https://literaryyard.com/2016/02/03/story-a-russian-new-years-eve-babys-blown-birthday/): By: Chuck Orloski A few hours after an armed holdup Wednesday morning (January 13, 2016) at a downtown Scranton-based Community Bank, I drove my school bus very carefully down a very icy East Mountain road. Every time I applied air brakes... - [Story: The Clinic](https://literaryyard.com/2016/02/03/story-the-clinic/): By: Rick Edelstein Please sit, Dr. Jiminez. Good to meet you finally Dr. Eslinger. So, how was your flight, do you find your apartment suitable, Zurich is such a long way from New York, sleep off the jet-lag, and that... - [Poem: Hummingbird](https://literaryyard.com/2016/02/02/poem-hummingbird/): By: Robert A. Davies A hummingbird is at the window! My heart beats an extra stroke. I watch it hover, dart bump into a blossom, my heart bumping also, Drone! elegantly fashioned to target tomorrow you or me. - [Poem: The Call](https://literaryyard.com/2016/02/02/poem-the-call/): By: Robert A. Davies tik tik, the winter wren answers. It comes closer tik holds still for me. I note its eye-brow, white black dots in a row on its brown folded wings — no visit complete without this tiny scene.... - [Poem: Hypochondriac](https://literaryyard.com/2016/02/01/poem-hypochondriac/): By: Holly Day She had perfect teeth, possibly because she never ate anything complicated, eschewed anything too spicy or heavy, or foreign, as she would never say aloud but we both knew what she meant when she watched me cook... - [Poem: 12](https://literaryyard.com/2016/02/01/poem-12/): By: Holly Day I spent most of my pre-teen years in small towns in Nebraska, with parents who were hard-core hippies, and I was truly a product of my upbringing. I publicly despised television, which, of course, we did not... - [Poem: A Representation From the Anterior Aspect of the Bones of the Human Body](https://literaryyard.com/2016/02/01/poem-a-representation-from-the-anterior-aspect-of-the-bones-of-the-human-body/): By: Holly Day The skeleton stands by an open hole, freshly dug leans on its spade and mourns the loss of its skin. Just days before, a riot of fibrous nerves and thick lobes of muscle wrapped it tight in... - [Poem: Konzentrationslager](https://literaryyard.com/2016/02/01/poem-konzentrationslager/): By: Sasheera Mehrani Gounden Insipid palate of the moon For celestial lunar lips to part and reveal the tongue of Neptune The intrusive starling of star, Beckons beyond the windowsill Pygmy pristine limp fish cling to fishing rods Like sticky pegged... - [Poem: My Son and I](https://literaryyard.com/2016/01/30/poem-my-son-and-i/): By: Mary P. Douglas My son and I, we live each other’s lives. She said, “That’s good. You can relate.” That’s not the words that came to this mother’s mind. My son and I, we live each other’s lives. We... - [Poem: The Invisible Girl](https://literaryyard.com/2016/01/30/poem-the-invisible-girl/): By: Mary P. Douglas  There is no rhyme or reason For the ups and downs For the swirling thoughts in my head Racing so fast Obsessing by day Waking at night Happy, sad, elated, depressed Anxiety, agitation, anger I hate them... - [Poem: Demons](https://literaryyard.com/2016/01/30/poem-demons/): By: Mary P. Douglas  Incessant dark thoughts destroying the mind, Turbulent battles for demise, Sudden awareness, The voices are mine, Struggling to halt, Defenseless to control, Demons are winning the war. - [Poem: Silent Treatment](https://literaryyard.com/2016/01/30/poem-silent-treatment/): By: April Mae M. Berza Once again, my father punished me with silence for lack of respect though what he fears most is lack of love. The silent wall disciplines me for an hour or two. It does not blame... - [Poem: Voice](https://literaryyard.com/2016/01/30/poem-voice/): By: April Mae M. Berza Verses of paeans twined around my neck as the arrow of Eros knocked profound emotions, passion out of the depths, beyond bounds of men. Of all the most bewitching chants and spells, her song is... - [Story: Directions to America](https://literaryyard.com/2016/01/30/story-directions-to-america/): By: Michael C. Keith They’ve all come to look for America. –– Paul Simon After considering how to get me across town to where I was to meet up with a colleague, the hotel doorman decided it was easier just... - [A Long-War Strategy for the Left](https://literaryyard.com/2016/01/29/a-long-war-strategy-for-the-left/): By: William T. Hathaway As the viciousness of capitalism engulfs ever more of us, our yearnings for change are approaching desperation. The system’s current leader, Barack Obama, has shown us that the only change we can believe in is what... - [Reading the Concept of ‘Global Village’](https://literaryyard.com/2016/01/29/reading-the-concept-of-global-village/): By: Indunil Madhusankha It is a quite indisputable truism that modern man has begun to emerge victorious in diverse areas of human activities in a tremendously influential attempt of clamouring to enter the information age thereby exploring boundaries beyond the... - [Review: Nameless by Sana Rafiq-Mitchell](https://literaryyard.com/2016/01/29/review-nameless-by-sana-rafiq-mitchell/): By: Ali Znaidi Sana Rafiq-Mitchell opens her collection with “If poetry is an eruption volcanic”. This may be the gist or the manifesto of the book. Nomenclature is important because mortality is associated with being nameless. One also realizes that... - [Poem: i'll expose you](https://literaryyard.com/2016/01/22/poem-ill-expose-you/): By: Linda M Crate i know you’re the genius, and i’m just the mad hatter; you’re the white knight i am the blackest of nights— tell me something that i don’t know everything that falls from your lips is the... - [Poem: Harbinger of light](https://literaryyard.com/2016/01/22/poem-harbinger-of-light/): By: Linda M Crate broken halos of light fall upon the darkness you left me in all i wanted was to hold your hand because you were the rainbow of my heart, but you stole away the light and stars... - [Poem: An Odd Bird](https://literaryyard.com/2016/01/21/poem-an-odd-bird/): By: Learnmore Edwin Zvada Bad and bad ’tis true of that old bloke In this neighborhood, he remained an estranged fella The November rains signaled his lengthy ordeal His memories they were tucked ashore Somewhere in Cashel valley they say Such... - [Poem: Dispirited Soul](https://literaryyard.com/2016/01/21/poem-dispirited-soul/): By: Learnmore Edwin Zvada You come down on me With an incessant inrush of fists that disables my jaw The lips you used to kiss, darling, you have bruised The body you used to caress is defaced and mottled Now you... - [Poem: The Window is Shut For Ever](https://literaryyard.com/2016/01/20/poem-the-window-is-shut-for-ever/): By: Pijush Kanti Deb She is going out witnessing a brighter heaven through her babbling friend– the open window of her kitchen, stepping her restless left foot out of my egalitarian door- leading to a hell for her, I believe,... - [Poem: In a Golden Shinny Morning](https://literaryyard.com/2016/01/20/poem-in-a-golden-shinny-morning/): By: Pijush Kanti Deb A dogmatic cloud carries on its lunatic falling cats and dogs on an innocuous dream maybe of yours or mine, for a shinny morning for the dormant to see and mould their days till it catches... - [Story: Black Jack Mulrain, Mercenary](https://literaryyard.com/2016/01/20/story-black-jack-mulrain-mercenary/): By: Tom Sheehan Blackjack Paul Mulrain realizes he’s swinging these days through a vortex of thoughts and memories. It takes a toll, he knows. But he’s been here before; the past never letting go, the future waiting its turn. “Here... - [Poem: Porcelain Doll](https://literaryyard.com/2016/01/19/poem-porcelain-doll/): By: Sasheera Mehrani Gounden Beauty encased is picturesque Cloudbursts exalt to kneel Celestial memories Pestiferous insectile lips part, black hole agape A flimsy black-laced frock slumps to the floor, a minacious apparition Eyeballs repose on a lit pyre Shards of porcelain... - [Poem: Alluring Stranger](https://literaryyard.com/2016/01/19/poem-alluring-stranger/): By: Sasheera Mehrani Gounden Masses of spider-webbed head Cascade over Chinese silk sheets I sometimes wonder what you think A breakfast of larvae awaits Along with remnants of father While pieces of meat are seduced by seaweed Upon the crimson planet... - [Story: “TOWN WHORE”](https://literaryyard.com/2016/01/18/story-town-whore/): By: Jerry Mullins  Well just about everybody has heard that old saying, “Nervous as the town whore at a church picnic”. Now I can tell you about that, because it happened to me. I know all about that situation. I... - [Poem: Nothingness is Fractal](https://literaryyard.com/2016/01/16/poem-nothingness-is-fractal/): By: Sudeep Adhikari The garden of lovelorn mist flowers the airy spaceships made of stainless steel and a pocketful of silver, mixed with few multiverses of cobalt blue. I saw UFOs of weird shapes hanging on the ether like the... - [Poem: Cloud Nothingness](https://literaryyard.com/2016/01/16/poem-cloud-nothingness/): By: Sudeep Adhikari Solitary, stoic silent and stoned a god stands tall with his fractal emptiness; green, saffron and vermillion red melting on his mighty chest while the sleep-walking witch sways in aqueous ecstasy her silty mist of lust and love pervades the effulgent infinity of... - [Poem: Pillow talk](https://literaryyard.com/2016/01/14/poem-pillow-talk/): By: Chuck Orloski Charlie, Delilah Mae Glutz, and me Prologue: Tabloid excitement prevails throughout America, for example, the times when an aging star, a businessman, or more often a politician, jilts a time worn wife for the sexual delights of a... - [Poem: Cute](https://literaryyard.com/2016/01/13/poem-cute/): By: Rachel Schmieder-Gropen I tell her I love her and she does not call me cute. She says I am brave, says I am kind, refuses to boil me down into a shiny pink pill ripe for forgetting. This, I think,... - [Poem: Parting the Red Sea](https://literaryyard.com/2016/01/13/poem-parting-the-red-sea/): By: Rachel Schmieder-Gropen Sandals torn loose. Feet slipping over sharp stones. Frozen seaweed hanging heavy in my nose. Sea-road, cave-dark, flashing with the firefly lights of fish scales and torches burning low. Behind me, fire, violence, cries; above me, still saltwater... - [Poem: I Wish…](https://literaryyard.com/2016/01/12/poem-i-wish/): By: Susan Speranza I wish I could fly back, back through time And, cell by cell, unmake myself. Before my father’s eye held hers in a lifelong promise, Before that smile graced my mother’s lips. Before the kiss and their... - [Poem: To Far Away](https://literaryyard.com/2016/01/10/poem-to-far-away/): By: Denny E. Marshall Board time machine to greatest show Beginning, too watch the big bang Plus view remnants of afterglow Board time machine to greatest show Seats to far away to spot glow As creations first doorbell rang Board time... - [Poem: Flash](https://literaryyard.com/2016/01/10/poem-flash/): By: Denny E. Marshall Roar of the lion Locked inside the pen Drips of tears like paint Peel away after time Layer after layer Rains deep from the sky Neither clear outside Nor a single cloud Choice of few words Or... - [Poem: Dimension Deal](https://literaryyard.com/2016/01/10/poem-dimension-deal/): By: Denny E. Marshall Dimension earth is in At best, a wild guess Place molecules touch land Binding shuffle of long draw Would lucks face change If wheel stops on seven Secrets universes hand holds One day to unfold in pairs - [War And The Wonder Of Wolves](https://literaryyard.com/2016/01/09/war-and-the-wonder-of-wolves/): By: Raymond Greiner  The history of warfare and the design of war, we are familiar with during this stage of human development, began in earnest after human living design distanced itself from the long time hunter-gatherer format. Sumer, in the... - [Poem: Father in a Box](https://literaryyard.com/2016/01/09/poem-father-in-a-box/): By: Janna Vought Daddy’s dying, doesn’t know my name. Machines next to the bed hum him a lullaby. A fly escapes through an open window, into the unnatural bright day. How did we get here? I used to be young. Now,... - [Poem: The Reckoning](https://literaryyard.com/2016/01/09/poem-the-reckoning/): By: Janna Vought The world is wrong about me I’m a genius, broken girl sprung from Hell. Hell, where nectar flows from stone flowers and blackened apples shine. There are no humans here, only ghosts and shadows. Descend slowly, dark angel,... - [Poem: Beauty](https://literaryyard.com/2016/01/07/poem-beauty/): By: Zunayet Ahammed i Beauty captivates me Not you I discern Beauty is skinned deep Subject to degeneration and decay Yet you feel proud of it Mysterious! ii You adorn yourself every day with softness, pearly whiteness, tenderness and the grace... - [Poem: A Bird of Nothingness](https://literaryyard.com/2016/01/07/poem-a-bird-of-nothingness/): By: Zunayet Ahammed For her impulses intensified We poured and didn’t pour light Into her shadowy recollection Saying all this She faded away Like time flower But doesn’t she pass away afar Making us paranoid More passionately forever? She exists Like... - [Poem: The Struggle For Existence](https://literaryyard.com/2016/01/07/poem-the-struggle-for-existence/): By: Pijush Kanti Deb The tree is too generous to hide its helplessness and the golden creeper is opportunist to accomplish its earthly compulsion- ‘’The struggle for existence’’. Here, as the difference is significant and debatable too so accountable is... - [Poem: Where is The Ladder?](https://literaryyard.com/2016/01/07/poem-where-is-the-ladder/): By Pijush Kanti Deb My old father shouts at me, ‘’Where is the ladder?’’ and throws me too into his spring time to witness a sweet flashback where, the shamefulness and fear are seen climbing a ladder to reach up... - [Poem: Dreams only work if you do](https://literaryyard.com/2016/01/06/poem-dreams-only-work-if-you-do/): By: Linda M Crate the crows follow me remind me to give wings to my dreams make them a reality, and it must suck to be you standing in monuments of moments that you mean to forget; always buried in... - [Poem: shedding pettiness](https://literaryyard.com/2016/01/06/poem-shedding-pettiness/): By: Linda M Crate i have always tempered my tongue before i spoke to remain tactful and kind, but sometimes it’s so tempting to become like the monsters in my life simply ripping people apart with their tongue; but then... - [Poem: Angel Trumpet](https://literaryyard.com/2016/01/06/poem-angel-trumpet/): By: Tamara White I She sits And waits. The Angel Trumpet of the Bar Her bloom is full, her vibrant coloring flawless. No sharp edges just soft lines flowing seamlessly together to create her seductiveness. Waist is narrow like a delicate... - [Story: Shots](https://literaryyard.com/2016/01/06/story-shots/): By: Bob Kalkreuter The shots were sudden and clear, crisp as breaking sticks. Gary Eason flinched. For a moment Stewart’s lips got pale, his eyes went wild, and he muttered, “Goddamn…” They were both in Gary’s boat. Gary was fishing, but... - [Story: The Transfer](https://literaryyard.com/2016/01/04/story-the-transfer/): By: Tom Sheehan They kicked in then, at sight of the wild-eyed gunman on the Greyhound bus moving into Vermont and on to Canada, my other lives, the separate and strange ones, spinning back through me, each one of them,... - [Poem: A Lost Face and then Some](https://literaryyard.com/2016/01/04/poem-a-lost-face-and-then-some/): By: Tom Sheehan When asked to read to celebrate my new book of memoirs, I let the audience enter the cubicle from where the work came. I told them: I’ll celebrate with you by telling you what I know, how... - [The Self-Made Literary Agent](https://literaryyard.com/2015/12/30/the-self-made-literary-agent/): By: Larry Lefkowitz in obtaining a publisher for my novel, I decided to take matters in hand: I would become my own literary agent. I debated about the name – as literary agent for my novel. I decided on Flavian Zorbach... - [Story: When Aqua Man Meets Blaze Man and Gets Pissed](https://literaryyard.com/2015/12/29/story-when-aqua-man-meets-blaze-man-and-gets-pissed/): By: Michael C. Keith If you battle monsters, you don’t always become a monster. But you aren’t entirely human anymore, either. –– Jonathan Maberry We were in our getaway rental six miles up from State Road 359 when we heard... - [Poem: A Mother Repents](https://literaryyard.com/2015/12/29/poem-a-mother-repents/): By: Indunil Madhusankha With her head lent against the front post of the shack, she plunges into freakishly terrible concentration Dumbfounded and as still as the motionless stump Her mouth is open in blighting apprehension The fear that tortures her... - [Poem: A Mother and Her Son](https://literaryyard.com/2015/12/29/poem-a-mother-and-her-son/): By: Indunil Madhusankha  We have an āchchi in the neighbourhood She has a son fitting to be called a highly dedicated son She sweats out from morning till night cooking, washing, sweeping and cleaning She performs all the daily chores Her... - [Story: C-r-r-r-a-a-a-c-k-k-k!](https://literaryyard.com/2015/12/29/story-c-r-r-r-a-a-a-c-k-k-k/): By: Tom Sheehan Leaping from his chair, arms raised in a sign of total surrender to the sound that he thought will most likely come with the same horrific resonance when the whole damned universe breaks in half, Carlos Penez... - [Story: Scram](https://literaryyard.com/2015/12/28/story-scram/): By: William T. Hathaway My dad was cheating on mom. I saw him and his girl friend at a disco, dancing and kissing. She was plump and plain, not much older than me, the kind who’d probably have to take... - [Story: The Right Thing to Do](https://literaryyard.com/2015/12/28/story-the-right-thing-to-do/): By: Gaither Stewart Someone was playing the piano in the far room. High laughter and shouts and shrieks sounded from the corridor. Near him there was a generalized swishing of expensive silks to the sound of cocktail chatter. Over the... - [Poem: Emotion](https://literaryyard.com/2015/12/26/poem-emotion/): By: Anca Mihaela Bruma Each of your Emotion, tears the Time’s tactile sense!… Inside this bi-polar Existence… With unspoken words, floating within spaces… Each of your Emotion, Has a different season!… But I found a Place, to raise the Punctuation… where... - [From Aphrodite to Athena: From Feminine to Feminist](https://literaryyard.com/2015/12/26/from-aphrodite-to-athena-from-feminine-to-feminist/): By: Anca Mihaela Bruma A woman can be a variety of archetypes from the embodiment of compassion and mercy, to the personification of wisdom and cold analysis. In these modern times, women need to feel empowered, and not defined by their... - [Poem: Night](https://literaryyard.com/2015/12/25/poem-night/): By: Joan McNerney Slides under door jambs pouring through windows painting my room black. This evening was spent watching old movies. Song and dance actors looping through gay, improbable plots. All my plates are put away, cups hanging on hooks.... - [Poem: Scarves](https://literaryyard.com/2015/12/25/poem-scarves/): By: Joan McNerney  I want to make scarves from the sky. Since I’m not much of a seamstress, here’s hoping it won’t be too hard. To start I’ll just pick up a fleecy white cloud to cover my neck. Maybe create... - [Story: To be a stranger](https://literaryyard.com/2015/12/25/story-to-be-a-stranger/): By: Gaither Stewart Wearing a beige suede jacket and a blue beret low over his right ear, James Frederick Dellinger stepped out onto his porch and looked around uncertainly at the new day. Clamping his aged leather satchel under his... - [Story: The Secret Talent of Frederick De Souza](https://literaryyard.com/2015/12/25/story-the-secret-talent-of-frederick-de-souza/): By: Debraj Bhattacharya At the National Library there are usually three types of readers. The students from the University campus as well as from other parts of the city and the research scholars coming from different parts of the world form... - [Poem: Trapped within](https://literaryyard.com/2015/12/21/poem-trapped-within/): By: Neelam Singh The night falls Upon my deprived grief-stricken soul Every soul retires for the night, my pretense of rest still lies abound Turmoil of emotions swells up like waves What to do, what will I see next? Lay... - [Poem: A Reconstruction of Amy Lowell's "Red Slippers"](https://literaryyard.com/2015/12/20/poem-a-reconstruction-of-amy-lowells-red-slippers/): By: Helen Gavoe Red pods hanging from the rafters. When they finally bloom, Will they fill the room with crimson perfume, Salmon lining exposed like a spreading vulva, Blood red freckles trailing down from the scarlet core? Vermillion stigma awaiting... - [Story: Sisters Mine](https://literaryyard.com/2015/12/20/story-sisters-mine/): By: Helen Gavoe Moonbeam path beckons, offering the illusion of walking on water into infinity. Ripple waves caress the sands at my feet bouncing moonbeams to blind my eyes and they appear. They call to me from the edge of... - [Poem: Scarred but beautiful](https://literaryyard.com/2015/12/18/poem-scarred-but-beautiful/): By: Linda M Crate you said i was cute when i’m mad well, am i gorgeous now that i’m ripping every part of your ego to shreds? am i stunning now that i am burning with all the feathers of... - [Poem: i matter also](https://literaryyard.com/2015/12/18/poem-i-matter-also/): By: Linda M Crate people always want me to help them, but they don’t seem to care no matter how hard i’m struggling; and i am done feeding the disloyal people from my hand will use the same hand that... - [Poem: i will be me no matter who it offends](https://literaryyard.com/2015/12/18/poem-i-will-be-me-no-matter-who-it-offends/): By: Linda M Crate they all stand there with judgment in their eyes, and i know they all want me to stop believing in my dreams to simply stand in line do as i’m told only be seen and never... - [Story: But Words Will Never Harm Me](https://literaryyard.com/2015/12/17/story-but-words-will-never-harm-me/): By: Michael C. Keith I try to deny myself illusions or delusions, and I think that this perhaps entitles me to try and deny the same to others, as long as they refuse to keep their fantasies to themselves.    ––... - [Maybe next time i'll get it right](https://literaryyard.com/2017/06/06/maybe-next-time-ill-get-it-right/): By: Linda M Crate i never told you that i loved you because truthfully you were always with someone else, and i knew or at least i consoled myself with you didn’t feel the same way in return; i was... - [Poem: Let them fly](https://literaryyard.com/2017/06/06/poem-let-them-fly/): By: Linda M Crate i refuse to sacrifice the light within to the darkness out there because the world deserves better we need more lighthouses among the storms to guide the dreamers home, and if i can be of use... - [Poem: Jacob’s Tangle](https://literaryyard.com/2017/06/05/poem-jacobs-tangle/): By: JD DeHart A well-dressed man with manicured life and teeth tells me that he’d glad wrestle with an angel, tangle with heaven in the grass below a celestial ladder, even if it entailed a displaced hip. If only it... - [Poem: Renaissance of No](https://literaryyard.com/2017/06/05/poem-renaissance-of-no/): By: JD DeHart During our most recent game of “Are They Dating or Are They Married?” at our favorite seafood restaurant, the researchers noted a distinct inclination toward the negative – This was not the cantankerous negative experienced with certain... - [Story: Winding tracks](https://literaryyard.com/2017/06/05/story-winding-tracks/): By: Debraj Bhattacharya I Susan looked out of the window of a café on a cold and foggy afternoon in London and wondered whether her life had any meaning. Was she simply a bundle of molecules floating in time and space... - [Poem: Love After Love](https://literaryyard.com/2017/06/02/poem-love-after-love/): By: Zunayet Ahammed YOU are a safe home Like the sunshine after rain Living far away from me But always living in my sweet dome With love and respect. YOU are a box of fragrance, A symbol of classical affluence... - [We Are the Children of Time](https://literaryyard.com/2017/06/02/we-are-the-children-of-time/): By: Anca Mihaela Bruma We are the Children of Time, our dew drops mirror our World, crossing the edges of eternal visions as strings of inception crossing immortal times. We move along with and through Time, seeking the effervescence of future... - [Story: Nostalgia Is Not a Rumor](https://literaryyard.com/2017/06/01/story-nostalgia-is-not-a-rumor/): By: David Lohrey When you get to be my age, you begin to put things into categories, make lists, sort people and things by a smaller and smaller set of variables: good and bad, affordable and pricey, attractive and out of... - [Poem: Chalk Dust and Sand](https://literaryyard.com/2017/06/01/poem-chalk-dust-and-sand/): By: David Lohrey What about the Arabs, you ask. Yes, I once taught in Saudi Arabia. This is very difficult to answer. Arab males I know, not females. Never met one. The boys are willing to study but would prefer to... - [Poem: Triumph of the Will](https://literaryyard.com/2017/06/01/poem-triumph-of-the-will/): By: David Lohrey Our President makes a point of greeting little old ladies in the White House. He makes a grand entrance and hugs them. His wife does a jig. I’ve seen them. He gives them a medal and congratulates them... - [Poem: Dead End or Cul de Sac](https://literaryyard.com/2017/06/01/poem-dead-end-or-cul-de-sac/): By: David Lohrey Trish: yes, she was the varsity slut at my high school. It’s so great having memories. I remember it all. Male and female electric sockets. Krystal’s hamburgers, 4 for a dollar, and a chocolate shake for a quarter.... - [Poem: Gather Round](https://literaryyard.com/2017/06/01/poem-gather-round/): By: David Lohrey The deplorables are deplorable. That’s the ticket. They don’t care. The men’s bellies show beneath their shrunken T-shirts. The women’s asses block the aisle at Trader Joe’s. Their children say fuck and shit like that. They’re incorrigible. The... - [Haiku by Kimberly Potter Kendrick](https://literaryyard.com/2017/06/01/haiku-by-kimberly-potter-kendrick/): By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick Anguish Excruciating Unbearable, agony Intolerable # Breeze Leaves falling briskly Windy, blades waving in sync Branches quivering # Ocean Crystal clear water Waves in rapid succession Splashing, sandy floor # Harmony Birds chirping faintly Meditation, clarity... - [Raymond Greiner's 'Millie and Ami' is finally here](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/30/raymond-greiners-millie-and-ami-is-finally-here/): Raymond Greiner is one of the best email buddies of mine whom I appreciate and respect most. His stories have always inspired me and the Literary Yard readers. What I really find most interesting in him is the spirit of pushing... - [Poem: Marina Beach](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/30/poem-marina-beach/): By: Chandra Shekhar Dubey The sprawling sands spread around your girdle , greeting lofty and wild waves on its naked bed. Rising and falling waves like mermaids sink into sublimated, sandy foams ; losing their magical colours of mystery The... - [Poem: Some Days](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/30/poem-some-days/): By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick Average day it began Woke up before dawn Listened to 80’s favorites Half awake phone vibrates Call received at 7 am A faraway friend We chat as she drives So far ordinary day it is Checking... - [Poem: I've Been so Creative](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/27/poem-ive-been-so-creative/): By: Katie Lewington my elbows sparkled with glitter and my nose is smudged in glue akin to baking cakes but such an orgasmic feeling, my God to be relating to the steady flow and rhythm to the heart in your soul... - [Poem: Love of my Life](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/27/poem-love-of-my-life/): By: Katie Lewington you are the eighth, seventh sixth and fifth forth, third second and first wonder of the world the deep colour of your eyes the folding up of your glasses ruffled strands of your hair the weight of... - [Poem: Air i breathe](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/27/poem-air-i-breathe/): By: Katie Lewington  poetry – quit, no this is for a living an appreciated form of writing call it poetry and it will have people saying i don’t read that but in a different guise it’s a meme, a share and... - [Poem: Same Time Next Week](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/24/poem-same-time-next-week/): By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick Wall to wall recliners and IV poles Unknown show on television Too far to see or hear Special chair saved with my name Others backed into cinderblock wall All the way back mine stretches Eases the... - [Interview with Chirajit Paul, the author of 'The Fragrance of Rose'](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/24/interview-with-chirajit-paul-the-author-of-the-fragrance-of-rose/): Literary Yard has spoken to Chiranjit Paul regarding his new novel ‘The Fragrance of Rose’ which brings to the fore the topic of sexual harassment at work. Chiranjit openly shares his insights on the journey of the novel and how... - [Of The Earth](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/23/of-the-earth/): By: Raymond Greiner Humanity can benefit from awareness of Earth’s influential evolutionary cycles and its spectrum of terrestrial life exhibiting ability to adjust and meld with the ever-changing biosphere. Geographic’s form the character of habitat designs dictating survival requirements. Equatorial, temperate... - [The Grace of Companionship](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/23/the-grace-of-companionship/): By: Raymond Greiner  Companionship defines life. Instinctive thought is of long-term, human partnerships, sharing each day approaching the bond as a single unit, yet interacting in dual servitude toward shared goals. Frequently such arrangements lack balance, but when in sync it’s... - [Review: Tales of an Unconscious Mind by Dr Nikhil Chandwani](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/23/review-tales-of-an-unconscious-mind-by-dr-nikhil-chandwani/): By: Ramprasath Balloon of reality, Wevolution, Third law of creation, DATA – Determination amplified to awareness, Newton’s approach……… “Perceptions” That is what is all in this new book of Dr.Nikhil Chandwani, a 23-year-old young writer from India. The peak of wisdom... - [The Sun Rising After You](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/22/the-sun-rising-after-you/): By: James Diaz there was the time before i knew the shape that my life would take the time before i first held something sharp against my wrist that could split the skin separate my spirit from my body the time... - [Clear as the Night Bearing Down](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/22/clear-as-the-night-bearing-down/): By: James Diaz I’d drive you to the coast but there’s ice in a bone I keep shadowed at night the floor creaks like the first chair moved awkwardly across the gymnasium floor of your first gathering of drunks I want... - [Standing in the driveway trying to block out the sun](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/22/standing-in-the-driveway-trying-to-block-out-the-sun/): By: James Diaz this thing I called my life constant driftwood every winter something essential was lost my heart beat slower I showed you once the place where my skin trailed off trauma curled signatures and the blue frost digging in... - [Penguin Random House India Starts the Indian Penguin League for Readers](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/22/penguin-random-house-india-starts-the-indian-penguin-league-for-readers/): Do you remember the last time you hid a book under the school table and flipped through the pages to play book cricket? For all the cricket enthusiasts out there, your favorite book publisher Penguin Random House India gives you... - [Seven Haiku by Denny E. Marshall](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/21/seven-haiku-by-denny-e-marshall/): By: Denny E. Marshall on DNA strands climbing the spiral ladder yet so far to go water from fountain after brief exploration parachutes back home his parents have some serious burns mostly college degree when Edgar Allen as child playing tag... - [Strutting Fascism and swaggering militarism](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/21/strutting-fascism-and-swaggering-militarism/): By: Gaither Stewart A strutting and swaggering couple they are, Fascism and the entrenched class of war. Their distorted visions of gallantry and nation come so naturally to both. The spick and span generals, employers of mercenaries and killers, chin... - [Story: Bryan with a Y](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/19/story-bryan-with-a-y/): By: Samuel Cole Riding high on cardio endorphins, I spot Bryan with a Y standing tall at the top of the stairs, sporting the crimson-colored basketball shorts and the gray All For One t-shirt I bought for him during a... - [Poem: I pray for the end of pain](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/19/poem-i-pray-for-the-end-of-pain/): By: Linda M Crate slain of their innocence the children stand in the blood of memories not their own crowned orphans by the hatred of men who have never met them but do not want their existence they are the... - [Poem: Not a weakness](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/19/poem-not-a-weakness/): By: Linda M Crate stop staring a picture would last longer, but don’t expect me to pose; your entire existence annoys me when you feel the necessity to be rude i try not to be cruel sometimes my tongue is... - [Poem: I just want to be okay](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/19/poem-i-just-want-to-be-okay/): By: Linda M Crate i feel exhausted of this place hangs heavy on my bones, and i’m exasperated of this job doesn’t do anything more than pay the bills; i just want to write, write, and write to be lost... - [Story: Breaking Chains](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/18/story-breaking-chains/): By: Raymond Greiner Horace Willingham epitomized success, a Harvard business school honors graduate working as an investment banker for thirty years. He has accumulated a personal net worth of ten million dollars and resigned from investment banking to direct time... - [Story: Doll's House](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/18/story-dolls-house/): By: M S Pallister The kettle whistled. Virginia looked at her I-heart-NY cup, sitting lonely on the worktop, and for the second time that morning broke down in tears. Rage tears. What about the allotment I had planned? All the rhubarb,... - [The Story of Venice Mask](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/17/the-story-of-venice-mask/): By: Dr. Cornelia Păun Heinzel Translated by : Sorana Avramescu Once Cornelia stepped into the city of pools, of romance, of supreme love and of the cruelest betrayals in love, Venice, the land rise of water, she had the feeling... - [Story: Washed](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/17/story-washed/): By: Ginger Simons I knew that the wind was shaking the windows. From the low light seeping in from behind the curtains, I knew that it was either early morning, or dusk. I knew that I was lying in a bed,... - [Story: Girls](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/16/story-girls/): By: Daisy Sortibran Amethyst scrunched up her nose as she watched the seats in the big red tent began to fill up. Her dad had dragged her and her younger siblings to the circus and she wasn’t happy about it. She... - [Poem: The Sky Will Burn](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/16/poem-the-sky-will-burn/): By: Gina Huh There are glasses left broken, conversations left unspoken, but there will always be a fire. After tireless pursuit of the dream, there will be a moment where the sky will fall down. The two will continue to pick... - [Poem: Alchemist](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/16/poem-alchemist/): By: Chandra Shekhar Dubey Inside me there is an alchemist transmuting The negative impulses into positive energy Churning thoughts into a cauldron of self-retrieval. Inside me the renewal of dying impulses form the halo of lumniscient rays , melting the... - [Story: Somebody’s Trash](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/15/story-somebodys-trash/): By: Connie Bae It smelled faintly of hot dogs. However, the strong stench of rotting food and unknown liquids made my eyes water. Everything around me was filthy. I was sitting in a pool of what seemed to be leachate that... - [Left Liberals And Counter-History](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/15/left-liberals-and-counter-history/): By: Gaither Stewart I read a Facebook post by an American Liberal comparing the refusal of the French Far-Leftist Jean-Luc Melanchon to choose between Emmanuel Macron and the rightist Marine Le Pen as President of France to the Left’s rejection of... - [Story: My idea of beauty](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/13/story-my-idea-of-beauty/): By: Mohammad Anas “What an awe-inspiring beauty” an old familiar voice exclaimed with joy. I was sipping my coffee just behind her table in a cafe. After a while, got a rough sketch that she was talking about her friend’s... - [Renee's Treasure by Indrani Sinha: A novel set in the Varanasi lanes](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/13/renees-treasure-by-indrani-sinha-a-novel-set-in-the-varanasi-lanes/): Renee’s Treasure by Indrani Sinha is a novel that claims to transport readers into the lanes and by-lanes of Varanasi through the protagonist – Renee. The author has endeavored to capture each and every aspect of the life that teemed... - [Poem: Alone](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/12/poem-alone/): By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick Alone dancing in the dark No shadows appear Moonglow creates a spotlight Her face uncovered No mask does she wear Look into her heart You will find her there Alone, ah yes, but not lonely The... - [Haiku: Family](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/12/haiku-family/): By: Pushkar Bawa Mom She loves her children She cannot live without them- She hates Chinese food Dad Working seven days Number one goal was to provide for his family Sister She is the fourth slice Without her it is uneven-... - [Poem: Wherever](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/12/poem-wherever/): By: Angelo McCabe She moves through space like a gentle sound and wherever she goes she glows. And the center of the world, and of Creation is wherever she is, wherever she is drawn wherever she stops to pause and rest... - [Story: The Objector](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/10/story-the-objector/): By: Raymond Greiner I gaze from my bedroom window on this glorious spring morning as dew glistens on the green pasture. Crows glean the field, with a loquacious sentinel perched nearby keeping watch. I’m William Townsend, and I just turned... - [Poem: Golden People](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/10/poem-golden-people/): By: Lynn White We were the golden people then, flying high above the rest, shimmering like the arrogant angels we saw playing way above the clouds. We could almost touch them with our arms outstretched as we danced our way through... - [Poem: Invisible](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/10/poem-invisible/): By: Lynn White For a long time, such a long time, invisibility has ironed out the creases in my soul, so I can hide, so I can decide if I want to be seen. I was always hiding. But now invisibility... - [Poem: Hidden Secrets](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/10/poem-hidden-secrets/): By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick A dusty attic is my mind Filled with cobwebs, boxes, and trunk after trunk after trunk Boxes of memories Time capsules of hope filled days There hangs the wedding dress worn at 21 years of age... - [Poem: The End](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/09/poem-the-end/): By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick Tumultuous mind Tumultuous life Ups Downs A chameleon Remove mask Hopeless Determined Persevered Life It’s just life Life on life’s terms Challenge after challenge Fought hard Lost my grip Pushed into a corner No exit Pressure’s... - [Story: The night before the day the lights went out](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/09/story-the-night-before-the-day-the-lights-went-out/): By: Mileva Anastasiadou That night, we shared our last dinner as a family. Since then, I’ve shared many meals with my mother, yet the family seemed incomplete, as my father was not among us. I can understand his reasons now that... - [Poem: A Home Momentarily](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/08/poem-a-home-momentarily/): By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick Viewing destruction Disbelief 13 weeks Comfort Security Contentment Stolen away A thief in the day A thief in the night Spinning tornado Destroying all that was precious; all that was valuable Destructive path missed no space... - [Poem: God Words I Given Forth](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/08/poem-god-words-i-given-forth/): By: Ency Bearis One normal night, at the time before I sleep To Lord God Almighty I pray, to let me be in a peaceful sleep and do not let my soul wander out of me My prayer solemnly But... - [Story: Before the Pursuit](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/08/story-before-the-pursuit/): By: Nicolas Kumkom “Hello officer! How are you this fine evening? Is there a problem?” The person babbled. “Do you know why I stopped you?” “Cause I partied too hard at the bar, and cause no one could handle my moves.... - ['Sita - Warrior of Mithila': Amish's Latest Mythological Salvo is out](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/07/sita-warrior-of-mithila-amishs-latest-mythological-salvo-is-out/): Mythological fiction is becoming Amish Tripathy’s trademark. With the runaway success of his Shiva trilogy, Amish continues to cast magic on his readers. Amish has perfected the art to reinventing the divine characters of Indian mythology and serve them in... - ['Behind Bars: Prison Tales of India's Most Famous' An Overview](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/07/behind-bars-prison-tales-of-indias-most-famous-an-overview/): India is a bizarre country where the criminal justice system operates in an awkward and partial manner. A ringside view tells you that you can ultimately buy the law and have the rules bent for you. For instance, if you are... - [Poem: Separated By A Curtain](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/05/poem-separated-by-a-curtain/): By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick She was in the next bed Only separated by a curtain Awakened early by a nurse Briefly checking on the woman Four appeared I could hear them Listening for breath Feeling for the woman’s pulse On... - [I Divorced My Family Today](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/05/i-divorced-my-family-today/): By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick I divorced my family today. I didn’t start the day with divorce as my plan. It wasn’t even a thought in my brain. I realized not; tonight the final event would be. I am who I... - [Poem: In the Dark](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/05/poem-in-the-dark/): By: Allia Koo At the end of the darkness I stare at a good samaritan’s figure helping the unwanted Deep into the darkness I dream Wishing to approach, between the stone cold walls I imagine an angelic view on the... - [Poem: Origin](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/04/poem-origin/): By: Malini Misra What can I write, that hasn’t already been written about, what can I possibly think that hasn’t been thought about. The origin of thought, the beauty of creativity, the moment I think of a new thought, a new... - [Poem: Wandering Fish](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/03/poem-wandering-fish/): By: Arina Yu There is a fish that is always behind trying to catch up to the others like Nemo. Although the fish swims, the fish eats, and the fish simply lives, its happiness is a crumbling cookie. The fish’s face... - [Poem: Black Letters, White Paper](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/03/poem-black-letters-white-paper/): By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick Ocean roars Eyes envision midnight blue, turquoise, teal, bronzed green Not simply one, all precise Tunnel vision, limited vision Black and white Closed minds remain Hands intertwined; caramel and ivory Stares Why must they gawk? Grey... - [Poem: The Orange Tree](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/02/poem-the-orange-tree/): By: JD DeHart Pelican mouths carrying whatever pelicans carry, perhaps microscopic fishes, floating in the air just beyond the dock Life keeps going carrying shopping bags into a set of sleepy mobile homes an orange tree offers no shadow Mad... - [Poem: Broker](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/02/poem-broker/): By: JD DeHart Behind dark glasses, with a derivative haircut, slicked back like a government agent on a Saturday morning cartoon, he looks ready to made a deal, smoothing out the jagged edges of bartering. Maybe a novice negotiator, maybe... - [Poem: Preparations](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/02/poem-preparations/): By: JD DeHart Of course, there is probably no way to really prepare. A string can be tied around the finger only so many times. I could run one hundred images, scenarios through my mind. The script gets old, tattered,... - [Poem: Rum and Gin](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/01/poem-rum-and-gin/): By: Arushi Singh Tell me the price Of college girl stereotypes And the blazing Hippy hopeful blonde eyes Spiirits of intoxicating Spirits with cigarettes Tipped on cracked glass Rum and gin With a dash of Hope and flying Dolphins In mother’s... - [Story: Figuring It Out](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/01/story-figuring-it-out/): By: Russ Bickerstaff We were all lost. I don’t know exactly when it was that I first made the realization, but we were definitely lost. There really was no getting around it. We were lost and things were starting to... - [Fiction: Fetish](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/01/fiction-fetish/): By: Genelle Chaconas  The broad stripe across your thighs is met with another. Then another. It is not the house you live in. Nor any shape you can imagine. Wide as the underside of a belt. Where he massaged his wrist... - [Story: A Robbery](https://literaryyard.com/2017/04/30/story-a-robbery/): By: Nitta Pann “This could be that moment.” Calvin sighed. He took a drag of his cigarette. Jonathan crinkled his nose and glanced over at his partner. Calvin was slouched in his seat, an arm positioned out the window, staring at... - [Poem: Lisa](https://literaryyard.com/2017/04/29/poem-lisa/): By: John Grey  within the quote you’re irrespective of the meaning that wields it giving the finger to the history of English Literature as taught to you by Professor who-the-hell knows it says an object is a mere inkling of what... - [Poem for the Bed](https://literaryyard.com/2017/04/29/poem-for-the-bed/): By: John Grey The bed beguiles even when not in action. Its very anticipation of bodies is an impression in itself. The blanket is turned down. The coil-springs of the mattress near-burst with latent energy. Even its very stillness is an... - [Poem: One of My Life Stories](https://literaryyard.com/2017/04/29/poem-one-of-my-life-stories/): By: John Grey Three high school sweethearts, one from my first workplace, two from my second, the redhead I met on my travels, the blonde I married and divorced, a couple of in-betweeners and then you – I have been... - [Story: Falling Down](https://literaryyard.com/2017/04/29/story-falling-down/): By: JP Miller The first time I noticed the Tickle was almost three years after I had left the Army. Without notice, as I stepped across that magical line into Capitalism’s greatest accomplishment—into Wal-Mart World— my ears start ringing. Tinnitus?... - [Poem: i'm not inferior](https://literaryyard.com/2017/04/24/poem-im-not-inferior/): By: Linda M Crate i’m a woman, but that doesn’t mean that i will be weak or docile succumbing to the will of those who are wicked; i am not inferior to any man more than well aware of my... - [Poem: Set free by truth](https://literaryyard.com/2017/04/24/poem-set-free-by-truth/): By: Linda M Crate i am not inferior nor superior to anyone all i wish to do is bloom every day into a more beautiful me, and i will never back down from the challenge of bettering myself; or from... - [Poem: Monsters and Miracles](https://literaryyard.com/2017/04/24/poem-monsters-and-miracles/): By: Linda M Crate a single dream can free one from the world, and i have millions and billions maybe even zillions; i am a dreamer who will set the world free from the nightmares give wings to those who... - [Peace Chaplain](https://literaryyard.com/2017/04/23/peace-chaplain/): From the book RADICAL PEACE: People Refusing War By William T. Hathaway RADICAL PEACE is a collection of reports from antiwar activists, the true stories of their efforts to change our warrior culture. A seminarian contributed this chapter about learning... - [Poem: Drought](https://literaryyard.com/2017/04/22/poem-drought/): By: Debasis Tripathy It feels so helpless and bad, I don’t know why! Something’s in me made me sad, And answers I seek from the sky. I am unquiet, full of doubts, Nothing seems certain, all uncalm, Lots of water... - [Poem: Scenes of summer](https://literaryyard.com/2017/04/22/poem-scenes-of-summer/): By: Debasis Tripathy Summer smoking breeze shows no forgiveness, The dogs have since long refused to bark, They lie lifeless, drowsy with the heat Hoping to breathe, only when it’s little dark. Rivers, ponds and canals have run dry, barren... - [Poem: Whatever I am, still it's me](https://literaryyard.com/2017/04/22/poem-whatever-i-am-still-its-me/): By: Debasis Tripathy I wonder generally where my heart lies, Not sure why this feeling never dies. But when I enquire others about this confusion, They advise me to stop the inquisition. My instinct, in its own strange ways, Struggles... - [Poem: Unyielding](https://literaryyard.com/2017/04/21/poem-unyielding/): By: Ian Castorillo I made a bracelet a pure white bracelet with a knot a knot that stands for eternity the bracelet is small small like my wrists or like my feelings but they both expand every morning I struggle to... - [Poem: Unheard](https://literaryyard.com/2017/04/21/poem-unheard/): By: Jonathan Perez Nothing is what I get to say, but why would I talk if no one is listening? It’s like I’m the outlet and they’re the charger, but I can’t let them see what their excessive plugging does to... - [Dead Man Walking Into Storm Stella's Beautiful Pennsylvania Land](https://literaryyard.com/2017/04/21/dead-man-walking-into-storm-stellas-beautiful-pennsylvania-land/): By: Chuck Orloski (13 March 2017) I am Jack, Jack BeNimble to avoid a fall into deep snow drift. Or am I actually Jack, Jack BeQuick to get out of the candlestick storm alive? Stella blows upon red chapped cheeks.... - [Poem: Visibility](https://literaryyard.com/2017/04/19/poem-visibility/): By: Crystal Chavez I walk this plane unseen Invisible to the public My existence unrecognized Brown hair and dark eyes Tan skin overshadowed on the Silver Screen Flooded with beach blonde waves and bright blue eyes Erasure so thorough That... - [Poem: No Man's Land](https://literaryyard.com/2017/04/18/poem-no-mans-land/): By: Chandra Shekhar Dubey Setting my sights on unknown heights Unable to map out a route to my destination, I lost my way to an unknown territory. The trees were young and green loaded with spring blossom and green canopies, Luring... - ['Sudden Conflicts' A Novel by Gary Beck Hits the Stands](https://literaryyard.com/2017/04/18/sudden-conflicts-a-novel-by-gary-beck-hits-the-stands/): Author Gary Beck once again captivates with his newest novel, Sudden Conflicts. The story is of three college roommates. Three brilliant college roommates, from disparate backgrounds, aspire to join the world of high-tech super giants. Armed with newly-earned PhDs, they share... - [LUKOMORYE—Poets Pave the Road to the Golden Age](https://literaryyard.com/2017/04/14/lukomorye-poets-pave-the-road-to-the-golden-age/): By: Gaither Stewart (Rome) The recent death of the Russian poet with whom I was acquainted, Yevgheny Yevtushenko, prompted these considerations of the role of poets in social-cultural-political progress in general and in a particularly spectacular fashion in Russia. In few... - [Poem: Burned](https://literaryyard.com/2017/04/13/poem-burned/): By: Sydney Carcereny My Burns are my battle scars Ten years old and scorched By a fire that wanted to take my life. I choked on the smoke that invaded and strangled my throat Fist tighten, weighing any regret till they... - [Poem: Beautiful Flaws](https://literaryyard.com/2017/04/08/poem-beautiful-flaws/): By: Leena Adhvaryu There are all kinds of love in the world and then there is us; a dying star in a moonless sky an unusual metaphor, a metaphor nonetheless of how flaws can be breathtakingly beautiful. - [The Dreams of the Sacred and Ephemeral— a review](https://literaryyard.com/2017/04/08/the-dreams-of-the-sacred-and-ephemeral-a-review/): By: Dr. Duane Vorhees  Title: Dreams of the Sacred and Ephemeral Author: Kiriti Sengupta Published by Hawakal Publishers in April, 2017 Price: INR 350 / 15 USD ISBN: 97893-85782-62-6 [Hardbound] Page count: 202 Reviewed by Duane Vorhees In the “Alap” to... - [Story: My Little Brother Jace](https://literaryyard.com/2017/04/07/story-my-little-brother-jace/): By: Taylor Choung Lying down in a small office, closing my eyes, breathing deeply, hearing the distant ticking of a clock, I feel as if I am in an operating room. Once I hear my therapist’s voice, the moment of nervousness... - [Sagar Kamath Launches Debut Novel Chronux](https://literaryyard.com/2017/04/07/sagar-kamath-launches-debut-novel-chronux/): Professor of History Philosophy and Political Science, Sagar Kamath, tells the story of Time in his debut book, aptly titled ‘Chronux’. Understanding history through the art of storytelling has always been his passion and his debut book reflects the same.... - [Poem: Lucid Dreaming](https://literaryyard.com/2017/04/07/poem-lucid-dreaming/): By: Hyeonjin Yang  I’m walking barefoot through the rain. Overflowing, creating a river of seconds I’m building a dam called memories. Opening arms like Father Sky, hoping I catch them all Blazing comets fall to the earth, each emanating distant recollections... - [The Real Meaning of the 'Mahabharat'](https://literaryyard.com/2017/04/06/the-real-meaning-of-the-mahabharat/): By: Anon What is Mahabharat really? It is said in the texts that 80% of the fighting male population of the civilization was wiped out in the eighteen-day Mahabharata war. Sanjaya, at the end of the war, went to the... - [Chris Christie's waist size (58”) lament about not being picked](https://literaryyard.com/2017/04/06/chris-christies-waist-size-58-lament-about-not-being-picked/): By: Chuck Orloski At West Wing desk, a rather quiet day with only anxiety about another S.N.L. skit on the White House spokesman and President Obama’s alleged wiretap of candidate Trump’s campaign conversations. With calves rested upon desktop, hands behind back,... - [Poem: Blending](https://literaryyard.com/2017/04/06/poem-blending/): By: A. R. Sancheti Yellow Unchangingly cheerful like my childhood with rays of sunshine that radiate warmth on the most drab days the color yellow is my mother’s warmth with every touch Red My friends constantly fiery with passion and... - [Poem: Household](https://literaryyard.com/2017/04/05/poem-household/): By: Andrew Machado Mother cooks the food She deals with all problems- My family’s rock Dad works six long days- Don’t bother him on Sundays He needs to relax Matt goes to school now College is far from high school- FIFA... - [Poem: Murmurs of light](https://literaryyard.com/2016/05/26/poem-murmurs-of-light/): By: Linda M Crate i saw your lecherous grin made my skin crawl as you continued to stare uninvited, unwanted all i wanted to do was my job; but you were making it hard to focus on anything other than... - [Story: Life in the Age of Utility Poles](https://literaryyard.com/2016/05/25/story-life-in-the-age-of-utility-poles/): By: Michael C. Keith A well-developed sense of humor is the pole that adds balance to your steps as you walk the tightrope of life. –– William Arthur Ward By 2048 it was difficult for urban dwellers to remember or... - [Poem: Hoppy drives American kids away at daybreak](https://literaryyard.com/2016/05/25/poem-hoppy-drives-american-kids-away-at-daybreak/): By: Chuck Orloski The Scranton school bus driver smiled while N. Main and Parker Street traffic light turned green and he proceeded uphill – the toughest left turn on Hoppy’s route! He turned scorn away from illegally parked cars, he forgave... - [Poem: Grandpapa's Words](https://literaryyard.com/2016/05/25/poem-grandpapas-words/): By: Robert A. Davies I am sitting at the dinner table eating a frozen yogurt chewing away. Suddenly I am 70 years back sitting on the front porch with my grandfather, chewing on our ice milk wooden spoons in hand.... - [Poem: Sometimes a Confusion](https://literaryyard.com/2016/05/25/poem-sometimes-a-confusion/): By: Robert A. Davies 1. I have a secret a past a love the love past, memories dim. I have another secret, a love not expressed the young men all so handsome. 2. Pictures up to, anticipation and sometimes a little... - [Poem: I let my dreams fly in the sky](https://literaryyard.com/2016/05/23/poem-i-let-my-dreams-fly-in-the-sky/): By: Zunayet Ahammed   Light is flickering Unsung dilemma Coming forward Stream water is stagnant Rivers are not sinuous Air is deadened with groaning Spring is over For mothers and sisters and wives A pageant of dead bodies Beauty is... - [Poem: Death](https://literaryyard.com/2016/05/23/poem-death/): By: Zunayet Ahammed   All is meaningless The sweet morning That gives us charms Will soon wither away Flowers that dazzle our eyes Will soon lose its hues Sweet notes of birds After a little while Will be harsh one... - [Poem: In the Land of Fire and Ice](https://literaryyard.com/2016/05/23/poem-in-the-land-of-fire-and-ice/): By: Mary Bone The soft amethyst light Of early evening, Peered through my living room drapes. Adventure was calling my name In the land of fire and ice. My heart was melting. Iceland had a hold on me. As you... - [Poem: Emma Stone](https://literaryyard.com/2016/05/22/poem-emma-stone/): By: Tandem today’s the day I’m supposed to be working but I’m watching Netflix instead writing silly poems I wish could be read in a smoky sometimes sarcastic voice. - [Poem: Epitaph](https://literaryyard.com/2016/05/22/poem-epitaph/): By: Tandem here lies the poet you once knew, now the verse is closed while living the poet gave us rhymes, words to drape around our cold shoulders now we must bring flowers and a few lines of our own. - [Poem: Obstacle Course](https://literaryyard.com/2016/05/22/poem-obstacle-course/): By: J Ash Gamble Yes, I swerved to miss the oncoming traffic of confusion hitting a pot hole of guilt on the old country road I went careening around a blind corner, having to slam on the breaks, the slow-moving vehicle... - [Poem: A Horror Poem About Word](https://literaryyard.com/2016/05/22/poem-a-horror-poem-about-word/): By: Roger Still Beware the word with its hidden sinister violence Beware the suggestion the utterance the manipulative syllable A site of language production, blocks and shards of meaning falling from the sky threatening to bash us. - [Poem: Chore Woman](https://literaryyard.com/2016/05/22/poem-chore-woman/): By: Roger Still she’s a figure in rags who holds the house together arms stretched around this world we hold dear she’s the one who held us together in raging flood night and cooled the licking flames of destroyers the one... - [Poem: Pry](https://literaryyard.com/2016/05/22/poem-pry/): By: Russ Cope I tell them I don’t mean to pry, but then get my hands full in, open up what was closed, exposing the darkness inside, always disillusioned with what I find. *** Russ Cope used to be a custodian.... - [Poem: Legend of John Ramm](https://literaryyard.com/2016/05/22/poem-legend-of-john-ramm/): By: JD DeHart Not sure why he spells his name with two m’s sometimes. Maybe it’s just been that long. You can tell by the way he sniffs the day, it’s not all good here. He wants you to think... - [Poem: Elysian Transcendence](https://literaryyard.com/2016/05/22/poem-elysian-transcendence/): By: Anca-Mihaela Bruma Your pastel sunsets incandescently intertwine my velvet dreams, and my verbs know how to whisper gallantly your prepositions. I have even learnt to have fluency in your body language, inhaling your line breaks, structuring the sentence of our... - [Poem: Hunter](https://literaryyard.com/2016/05/22/poem-hunter/): By: HR Creel under this tree I learned that I am no hunter watching the men in my family kill, spill blood, put food on the proverbial table I learned that I am a gatherer or singer or near-sighted bard. - [Poem: The Dead](https://literaryyard.com/2016/05/22/poem-the-dead/): By: HR Creel we put the dying to rest, laying eyes or coins on their eyes sending them on a grand voyage never thinking we should follow them. - [Understanding Money and the Economy](https://literaryyard.com/2016/05/22/understanding-money-and-the-economy/): A review of The Rocket Scientist’s Guide to Money and the Economy by Michael Sharp Reviewed by William T. Hathaway Most books about economics are turgid and abstruse, so most people are intimidated and mystified by this crucial topic. Now sociologist... - [Poem: Trepidation](https://literaryyard.com/2016/05/22/poem-trepidation/): By: Mary P. Douglas artist painting her heart with music awakening her mind with expression blue eyes deep souls escape artists wandering into his realm blind, inhibited, hungry winds swirled stones thrown hail pounded damaged goods convinced of worthlessness petrified... - [Poem: Outsider](https://literaryyard.com/2016/05/22/poem-outsider/): By: Mary P. Douglas Hands cupped peering through the glass Desperately attempting to visualize; Insiders Reality’s repugnant Torment of the truth Thorns surging through my veins Fiercely wrenching, Profound wounds. Striking skull against the immortal wall Blood gushing out, Exposing... - [Story: All The Books In The Library](https://literaryyard.com/2016/05/19/story-all-the-books-in-the-library/): By: Miguel Gardel I went back to the ads. After three torturous days, I found something. But I got there too late. Many people had answered the same ad. I rode a bus all the way to West Los Angeles... - [Poem: dead poets](https://literaryyard.com/2016/05/17/poem-dead-poets/): By: j.lewis yes i know that cummings also shunned upper case and elliott wrote things simply complex with endings that often stood alone and apart, severed tails staring bewildered at the body of the poems that dropped them unexpectedly on dirty... - [Poem: still life](https://literaryyard.com/2016/05/17/poem-still-life/): By:  j.lewis glory days gone she says she was blonde and wild and oh the things she tells of young indiscretions pleasures and places remembered so long after but the names escape her along with the little attachments that bind... - [Poem: Voting Under The Influence](https://literaryyard.com/2016/05/12/poem-voting-under-the-influence/): By: Chuck Orloski (The Commonwealth of Pennsylvania Primary) I want to donate my liver to the Marketplace, take Performance Enhancing Drugs, pop a Cuban kid out of Howard J. Lamade! I want a chance to binge in Mosul, I want... - [4 Poems by Nate Maye](https://literaryyard.com/2016/05/10/4-poems-by-nate-maye/): By: Nate Maye Her This poem is for her, a gift, a sacred flower that I am not able to give in any other way but a few hieroglyphics on a flashing screen, a series of characters that will hopefully mean... - [Poem: Clawfoot](https://literaryyard.com/2016/05/10/poem-clawfoot/): By: Nate Maye From under a dark robe, I imagine a weapon, a torch I imagine a twisted claw hiding under there, ready to tear me up, like a chicken scratching the ground But it is only a document, some... - [Poem: you're no god just a boy](https://literaryyard.com/2016/05/10/poem-youre-no-god-just-a-boy/): By: Linda M Crate if you’re a god how far have the heavens fallen? you bleed a little too much like a human for me to believe you, and you scream like a baby insistent upon always having his way;... - [Poem: won't be a savage](https://literaryyard.com/2016/05/10/poem-wont-be-a-savage/): By: Linda M Crate savage little brute lying, cheating, stealing hearts away simply to satiate your lust which is never fed you’re just another succubus in a world of profane immorality; thought you’d be something more than an animal, but... - [Refinement](https://literaryyard.com/2016/05/07/refinement/): By: Richard D. Hartwell I read once – somewhere I cannot recall – that of the twenty-three human chromosomes, there are an extraordinary number of combinations. This – the unrecalled article went on – equates to ten to the seventieth power... - [Poem: Nepenthe](https://literaryyard.com/2016/05/07/poem-nepenthe/): By: Amulya Of relapses into childhood, of placid oblivion, of all the places we pretend to inhabit, of people we pretend to understand. The unmomentous happenstances we long for, the truth nestled in our fears, startling us with its incontrovertibility; the... - [Story: Water Nymph](https://literaryyard.com/2016/05/07/story-water-nymph/): By: Michael C. Keith The best cure for insomnia is to get a  lot of sleep. –– W.C. Fields The closest we get to sex anymore is sharing the toilet seat, thought Brandon, who’d been spending his nights in the... - [Story: Warp](https://literaryyard.com/2016/05/07/story-warp/): By: Sri Ram The two capsules, 6 feet long and 2 feet wide, kept next to each other, on the floor of the advanced cryostasis chamber were open already. Marks of wet footsteps on the floor ran from the tail... - [Poem: Three Days in Memphis](https://literaryyard.com/2016/05/07/poem-three-days-in-memphis/): By: Kristina England and I drive to Arkansas, one of my quick-check bucket list states, good enough to drive the Bayou but not to stop, West Memphis a ghost town to my own churchless eyes boarded up, crumbling, an unnatural disaster,... - [Poem: The truth is](https://literaryyard.com/2016/05/07/poem-the-truth-is/): By: Kristina England no one likes a prophet. My father keeps thinking he’ll die, dreamt himself gone long ago, says forty five, fifty then sixty three, the years dancing around his father’s grave, etchings young on that stone, the grandfather I... - [Poem: A Little Tarantula's Dilemma *](https://literaryyard.com/2016/05/07/poem-a-little-tarantulas-dilemma/): By: Chuck Orloski At annual Game of Low Thrones Awards, large and star power tarantulas awarded me the nick name, Little Tarantula. Without Peter Dinklage famous looks and minus five 0′ clock shadow fur, I was born a midget, short changed... - [Poem: Charles Bukowski](https://literaryyard.com/2016/04/27/poem-charles-bukowski/): By: Zola Gonzalez-Macarambon Some guy I was dating casually slipped you into the conversation one time, we were drinking yet again one night. The same shirt, he was wearing, the same one I complimented off-hand. So maybe he really liked me.... - [Poem: Instructions to the artist](https://literaryyard.com/2016/04/27/poem-instructions-to-the-artist/): Title: My mother in America emails instructions to the artist for a portrait of her mother, now 85 and with Alzheimers By: Zola Gonzalez-Macarambon What I remember, what I want her to remember … what you can work with are these:... - [The Strange World of Graphic Novels](https://literaryyard.com/2016/04/27/the-strange-world-of-graphic-novels/): By: JD DeHart The days of superheroes in comic books are far from over, judging from the popular films that are being released en masse, but longer comic book works called graphic novels are not just about super-powered people in tights.... - [Story: Curse](https://literaryyard.com/2016/04/27/story-curse/): By: Sri Ram The midnight looked ignited with slight snow outside, yet, Penelope could not sleep on her cot. She tried music for some time, Stephen King for some more, rose up from bed and walked within the four walls,... - [Story: Lamps of Love](https://literaryyard.com/2016/04/26/story-lamps-of-love/): By: Raymond Greiner Jim Fletcher has been an archeological researcher for twenty years, sponsored by university grants and government funded research teams. His office is in his home. His laboratory is strewn with artifacts, and a variety of ancient stone... - [Poem: One grunt flew over the Tigerland](https://literaryyard.com/2016/04/26/poem-one-grunt-flew-over-the-tigerland/): (11 Bravo, A.I.T, Fort Polk, LA, November 1970) By: Chuck Orloski On bivouac in Kisatchie National Forest, a wild combat veteran Drill Sergeant promised the grunts, “No rain coming tonight, so no need for you m-fuckers to pitch tents! Just get... - [Poems: Springtime is Here, Mama Cries 'n' Aching Head](https://literaryyard.com/2016/04/24/poems-springtime-is-here-mama-cries-n-aching-head/): By: Merl Bone Springtime is Here It was a time for things to come to life After a long, dormant winter. Everybody was filled with strife, Just like a festered splinter. The buds of flowers came out, Everything was bursting with... - [Poem: Brussels Sprouts (Palm Sunday 2016)](https://literaryyard.com/2016/04/24/poem-brussels-sprouts-palm-sunday-2016/): By: Chuck Orloski Tilling time, a frail farmer’s pitch fork plunged deeply into dark European soil. Terrified, and to avoid harm, 100 earthworms burrowed to safety. It was never a good time to be a worm, and only one indolent... - [Poem: A prospective 1%'er's parting words to AIPAC](https://literaryyard.com/2016/04/24/poem-a-prospective-1ers-parting-words-to-aipac/): By: Chuck Orloski Just outside D.C. Convention Center, at an illegal D.C. parking space, Terry the Tramp’s studded leather boot lowered his Harley Davidson kickstand. Looking upward into a crystal night sky, he heard a doorman’s voice, “Hey, Mister, why are... - [Poems: The One 'n' Long Stretch](https://literaryyard.com/2016/04/24/poems-the-one-n-long-stretch/): By: Denny E. Marshall The One Launching a telescope into space At the beginning of the millennium Its lens can see different waves Our own eyes cannot see Besides recording change in temperature Measured in millionth of degree The data... - [Poems: The Collection 'n' Walk This Way](https://literaryyard.com/2016/04/24/poems-the-collection-n-walk-this-way/): By: Denny E. Marshall The Collection You collect dreams Handle only with gloves Put them between plastic sheets To keep them new and un-faded Stack like record collection Never play even once Bury sounds and stories Under covers the unknown... - [Poem: Birthday](https://literaryyard.com/2016/04/23/poem-birthday/): By: Sasheera Gounden   Bed of cream Sheet of sugar Hot candle wax and a plate of ice Melting snow Stream of flies Yellow-orange streamers Ladybird years Butterfly wings Flutter - [Poem: Under The Fig Tree](https://literaryyard.com/2016/04/23/poem-under-the-fig-tree/): By: Sasheera Gounden You are bare A barren womb Asleep under the fig tree Within fresh dirt White clean stones and bits of calcium Jut from the feet Of the fig tree Fresh black beans and greyscale letters Permanent red circles... - [Story: Jupiter Hill](https://literaryyard.com/2016/04/17/story-jupiter-hill/): By: Gaither Stewart The atmosphere was still peculiar and elusive, emanating a magical incantation he hadn’t fully perceived in his youth here. Nonetheless and despite doubts generated by personal experience, he felt that life was triumphing. Optimistic thoughts ran through... - [Favourite Indian](https://literaryyard.com/2016/04/17/favourite-indian/): By: Pavle Radonic Hard to believe, but precisely on the point of seating the famous old Hindi song from the mid-seventies over the speakers. Remarkable coincidence. Did the look-out pass the wink to the lads in back for the switch to... - [Story: Confession](https://literaryyard.com/2016/04/14/story-confession/): By: Sri Ram “So you can’t come early today, post noon?” Rosy asked Roger, her sweet husband. “Honey, I am going on business. I will be coming late in the evening. What do you want me to bring home, when... - [Story: Petunia, Under the Sun](https://literaryyard.com/2016/04/12/story-petunia-under-the-sun/): By: Wylie Strout “You forgot your smile,” says the cashier. Constant indigestion. Constant chewing. No one approaches, anymore. Worlds of people living behind closed doors. Hiding from the air; hiding from the sun. Petunia locks the car doors. Heading home after... - [Story: Alien](https://literaryyard.com/2016/04/12/story-alien/): By: Sri Ram Paul, a 5 year old kid and Ben, a 7 year old were both playing the game of planes. They had exchanged their boeing toys, which had wheels and wings exactly the same way, most airports, that... - [Story: The Impostor](https://literaryyard.com/2016/04/12/story-the-impostor/): By: Lindsay Boyd “What did you come here for?” The edge in Amisha’s delivery when she recognised my voice at the end of the line and posed her baffling question was a new note when directed at me, but not by... - [Poem: Absent of void](https://literaryyard.com/2016/04/09/poem-absent-of-void/): By: Linda M Crate standing in the shadow of who you think you are no one could ever measure up because you’re always looking down your nose, and forgetting to be humble; the only reason you should look down on... - [Poem: Social Outcast](https://literaryyard.com/2016/04/09/poem-social-outcast/): By: Linda M Crate off screen i stand anxious pacing and pacing everyone stares they don’t realize that this is my natural environment wish it was just as simple as letting it go as i’m constantly told to do, but... - [Poem: Freed from restraint](https://literaryyard.com/2016/04/09/poem-freed-from-restraint/): By: Linda M Crate sometimes i feel like i fall short of expectations a gasp of air when they were expecting a dragon, but i remind myself i don’t have to exceed anyone’s expectations but my own; i’ll shatter their... - [Story: Last One Standing](https://literaryyard.com/2016/04/03/story-last-one-standing/): By: Michael C. Keith Being alone is very difficult. –– Yoko Ono At 70 years of age Eugene Bickford wondered if he’d be the first to go. At 80 he had seen several friends and two relatives die. At 90... - [Digital Scribes](https://literaryyard.com/2016/04/02/digital-scribes/): By: JD DeHart My own journey into publishing started in the age of expensive print and paper writer’s guides, and loads of postage. I had some modest successes, examples of glossy, professional journals, and others that were only photocopied and... - [Story: The Last Lawn Party](https://literaryyard.com/2016/03/30/story-the-last-lawn-party/): By: Ruth Z. Deming The Greenbaums lived in a large stone- front ranch house in Weirton, West Virginia. Papa had emigrated from Vienna, well before the worst of the Jewish purges, graduated from medical school at Case Western Reserve across the... - [Story: Eerie sounds](https://literaryyard.com/2016/03/29/story-eerie-sounds/): By: Sri Ram While the Mars exploration space shuttle was on its way to Mars’s Orbital Path around the sun, Mark Webber was looking at the newspaper copies which featured his 5 year old son’s summer camp photos. He had... - [Poem: Twins](https://literaryyard.com/2016/03/28/poem-twins/): By: Mary P. Douglas The twins astonishingly entered the world on the day they were due The deliveries went as envisioned A boy and a girl, The parents were pleased. The twins’ lives commenced beginning the unspoken, lifetime competition. The... - [Poem: Me, You, and the Moon](https://literaryyard.com/2016/03/28/poem-me-you-and-the-moon/): By: Mary P. Douglas Rocketing to the moon, Stealing a star, maybe two, Observing the universe, Amazed by the view, Wishing I could share it with you, Maybe I am; maybe it’s me, you, and the moon, Sailing leisurely, Drifting... - [Poem: The taut wire of a horizon](https://literaryyard.com/2016/03/28/poem-the-taut-wire-of-a-horizon/): By: Gauri Kadam The taut wire of a horizon The big ebullient blur of a sun It looked like a fantasy, not an intended pun The watery mirages of the sea fluttering like shirts hung to dry in cool breeze... - [Story: Wow Signal](https://literaryyard.com/2016/03/24/story-wow-signal/): By: Sri Ram At the Colorado State University Radio Observatory, Polanski was keenly observing that part of the space, from where a Radio Observatory in Ohio had detected a Wow signal in 1977. Polanski strongly believed that there must have... - [Mimesis and the State of US Democracy](https://literaryyard.com/2016/03/24/mimesis-and-the-state-of-us-democracy/): By: Gaither Stewart  Dictionaries relate the word mimesis, of ancient Greek origin, to imitation, representation, mimicry, similarity, or the act of resembling. Today, mimesis is most often related to literary and societal functions. I recently read a study of mimesis as... - [Poem: Charlestown, Massachusetts (1947)](https://literaryyard.com/2016/03/23/poem-charlestown-massachusetts-1947/): By: Robert A. Davies Bunker Hill Monument up the street! 18 year old discoverer come to gather signatures for Wallace. Iron beds wall to wall, such old people he has never seen and they so eager to see him. Though sensing... - [Poem: Brother!](https://literaryyard.com/2016/03/23/poem-brother/): By: Robert A. Davies Wake up, brother! Step out of your ashes – your step-brother insists! I believe you were born in Dorchester in 1930, I was 2. Our father abandoned both of us. You had a single mother lunch of... - [The Sialkot Saga by Ashwin Sanghi set to thrill](https://literaryyard.com/2016/03/22/the-sialkot-saga-by-ashwin-sanghi-set-to-thrill/): This week LiteraryYard’s random pick is an interesting fictional work that fuses the present with the ancient secrets. We have decided to run you quickly through this book which claims to thrill you and give many awe-aspiring moments. The novel – The... - [Poem: Life in the slow lane](https://literaryyard.com/2016/03/22/poem-life-in-the-slow-lane/): By: Milt Montague weeks flow past in peaceful anonymity no thoughts to disturb the serenity I sit alone amidst my greenery life pulses in the slow lane surrounded by my green friends the philodendrons and pothos need but water and... - [Poem: I remember tiger lilies](https://literaryyard.com/2016/03/22/poem-i-remember-tiger-lilies/): By: Milt Montague spiky leaves of burnt orange growing up, out, and curving down revealing it’s black spots this is how they got their name but really …..then it should be leopard lilies large stamens shouting to the bees come,... - [Getting Ahead](https://literaryyard.com/2016/03/21/getting-ahead/): By: William T. Hathaway This photo of my parents reveals much about their personalities (hers vivacious and outgoing, his withdrawn and closed off), their relationship (little real contact), and also the times (could be captioned Gender Roles in the 1950s:... - [Poem: The Zen of Scratch](https://literaryyard.com/2016/03/21/poem-the-zen-of-scratch/): By: E. Martin Pedersen I’ll scratch your new car door with my old car key welcome to the hood wagon walk by when the street is empty ——————crezeschz——————– then don’t look back or scratch. You possess what I’d never want... - [Poem: Thoughts on Hockey](https://literaryyard.com/2016/03/21/poem-thoughts-on-hockey/): By: E. Martin Pedersen BRAAAAASH electro-shock buzzer jump-starts the tiny crowd It’s chilly in here, I’m chilly dry salty mouth At first they’re falling down a lot, like drunks on marbles sticks clack make good passes that are not picked up... - [Poem: Ode to a Peach (only it's a plum)](https://literaryyard.com/2016/03/21/poem-ode-to-a-peach-only-its-a-plum/): By: E. Martin Pedersen Marianna can’t stand the sound of chewing She can’t sit with grandpa She leaves the table or makes us all self-conscious because she’s on record She can’t stand the sound of chewing ——————- SHE IS SO WRONG... - [Poem: The Glamorous Eyes](https://literaryyard.com/2016/03/21/poem-the-glamorous-eyes/): By: Pijush Kanti Deb A single glance of the glamorous eyes reaps thousands of magical hands on my barren land and as it is expected the seven wonders get tarnished as quick as they can with the furnish of the... - [Poem: The Old was Gold](https://literaryyard.com/2016/03/21/poem-the-old-was-gold/): By: Pijush Kanti Deb When history started its moving towards light Everything was just like The earth’s revolution around the sun Throwing No seed of controversy No greed for interchange And no misdeed of superiority or inferiority complex As someone... - [Poem: Tongues of Low Energy and Little Marco](https://literaryyard.com/2016/03/18/poem-tongues-of-low-energy-and-little-marco/): By: Chuck Orloski Down on your knees American voters! Trump and the K.K.K. must be beaten and from Salt Lake City, Mitt Romney has launched Low Energy and Little Mario, two Hydro-Anemic Bombs designed to destroy Japs, Cossacks, Mooslims, and Dixie... - [Story: At the tip of the knife](https://literaryyard.com/2016/03/18/story-at-the-tip-of-the-knife/): By: Sri Ram At the midnight of the owls, by the tall coconut tree whose strong and thick trunk crawled across from the house in the neighborhood and connected to the balcony of the hospital, Ramesh jumped onto the balcony.... - [Story: THE BLUE KEY](https://literaryyard.com/2016/03/17/story-the-blue-key/): By: Gaither Stewart The flow of Andrey’s life recalled that of the uncontrollable race on a roller-coaster. From the time he boarded, his unstable little car had carried him at terrifying speeds around curves and over bumps, up, up, then... - [Medicine Bow Wyoming](https://literaryyard.com/2016/03/17/medicine-bow-wyoming/): By: James Clark Less than a pinpoint on a map of the United States, Medicine Bow Wyoming sits at the cross roads of highways 487 and US 30/WY287. Surrounded by millions of acres of wild land, with vistas that stretch all... - [Poem: dancing fae](https://literaryyard.com/2016/03/16/poem-dancing-fae/): By: Linda M Crate i sat in the dandelions dreaming, and i began to see them: the crows; i read somewhere once that crows follow those who attract the fae, and i wonder if you weren’t sighing and flying and... - [Poem: fae king](https://literaryyard.com/2016/03/16/poem-fae-king/): By: Linda M Crate i felt you there when i sang dancing in the creek avoiding the beaks of hungry crows you danced in the sunlight streams and beckoned to me with your gold, and i felt your wings dance... - [Poems: Globe & Tunnel](https://literaryyard.com/2016/03/16/poems-globe-tunnel/): By: Joker Ragtag Globe the globe is not so round as one might think rather flat in places rising and falling where we can easily taste it differences not so great after all. Tunnel I do not know the way the... - [Story: Moving Cars](https://literaryyard.com/2016/03/15/story-moving-cars/): By: Sasheera Gounden He places the cold body of whiskey on the coffee table as headlines of the Times, glare back at him; monochrome faces, shiny sealskin letters and the stench of drunkenness at only ten in the morning. Relief sweeps... - [Poem: Wax ](https://literaryyard.com/2016/03/15/poem-wax/): By: Chaitali Gawade I mould myself to the needs of the moment as the warmth spreads through me, shaping myself against the contours I am poured in. I melt. The thread immersed in me is rough so I soften it. A... - [Poem: Lady Red](https://literaryyard.com/2016/03/15/poem-lady-red/): By: Chaitali Gawade  Lady Red’s eyes were lemon green, the colour of the dinosaur shape soap I use every day. She went with me to play school, to the park, to the dining table and even to bed. A perpetual silly... - [12 Baby Steps (And Still Lost)](https://literaryyard.com/2016/03/14/12-baby-steps-and-still-lost/): By: Mark Antony Rossi People generally don’t change. So when I don’t like you the first time — good chance I won’t give a rat’s ass the next time either. Maybe it’s my faith in consistency. Maybe it’s my lack... - [Lunchtime Lucifer](https://literaryyard.com/2016/03/14/lunchtime-lucifer/): By: Mark Antony Rossi Tico told me the world would be a better if more people ate a big lunch. He theorized the sleepiness that befell a full belly made the average person too tired to hate or hurt other human... - [Story: The Girl who emptied the Ocean](https://literaryyard.com/2016/03/14/story-the-girl-who-emptied-the-ocean/): By: Krithika Akkaraju The drunken chorus wafted towards her warning her to get away. The men were back. Quickly, she placed a dirty cloth over the cement tank and walked home hoping no one had noticed. Her fish were safe for... - [Poem: Happiness](https://literaryyard.com/2016/03/13/poem-happiness/): By: Zunayet Ahammed After happiness Comes sadness When sadness exists The past essence of happiness Brings nothing, imparts nothing Except intensifying sadness Everything then seems murky Dreams find no ways Desire shrivels The whiff of kamani appears meaningless The floating beauty... - [Poem: Love](https://literaryyard.com/2016/03/13/poem-love/): By: Zunayet Ahammed Love means You And me Love means always To feel each other madly Love means longing for Each other sitting side by side Love means to walk In the spring water Below the hills at sunset Love means... - [Story: When Conversations Take a Turn](https://literaryyard.com/2016/03/13/story-when-conversations-take-a-turn/): By: Michael C. Keith “If I had the choice between staring at a ceiling for eternity or the breathless nothingness of death, which would I choose? Is that what you’re asking me?” “Exactly,” answered Beth. “It’s a simple enough question,... - [Poem: Batman Saved My Reading Life](https://literaryyard.com/2016/03/13/poem-batman-saved-my-reading-life/): By: JD DeHart For many readers, a “first initiation” into a meaningful literacy experience is built on personal interest and relevance. When I was in the first grade, I desperately wanted to stay in school long enough to wear my Halloween... - [Story: Planet](https://literaryyard.com/2016/03/12/story-planet/): By: Sri Ram At the Extra-terrestrial Intelligence Research Center, they were talking while looking at the wide big screen, which showed numerous stars as dots, floating rocky planets and gaseous clusters. “Hey, this one is located 20 light years away.... - [Poem: Hurricane Donald](https://literaryyard.com/2016/03/12/poem-hurricane-donald/): By: Chuck Orloski Mainstream meteorologists never saw such Jersey winds brewing and aimed at the South Carolina coast. An age old knowledge about “no W.M.D.s in Saddam’s arsenal” slipped into even remote shanty barrooms of the ancient Sandhills. Newsflash: Hurricane Donald... - [Review: The Divine Mimesis](https://literaryyard.com/2016/03/12/review-the-divine-mimesis/): By: Thomas Sanfilip It’s a short walk from Rome’s Stazione Centrale to the Museo Nazionale Romano where some of the greatest archaeological collections reside of Roman and Greek sculpture discovered in the city and surrounding neighborhoods, though a walk in... - [Poem: The Antarctica Spring](https://literaryyard.com/2016/03/11/poem-the-antarctica-spring/): By: Chuck Orloski McMurdo Station, Valentine’s Day, 2016 It is wartime on the continent! There’s ice, ice, more ice gone and my purple fingers reached out to God for elections and a carry permit. Into his white shadow, I dare... - [Poem: Mumbai](https://literaryyard.com/2016/03/11/poem-mumbai/): By: Leena The monstrous maddening megalopolis; Obscure and replusive yet inviting. Home to a billion- mirage seekers, who withstand,endure &nurse their dreams behind the fringes of misery: waiting for their turn lest chase and collapse at the door frame of... - [Mahadev Saha Poem: If I Don’t Compose Any Verse](https://literaryyard.com/2017/08/22/mahadev-saha-poem-if-i-dont-compose-any-verse/): By: Mahadev Saha Translated by: Zunayet Ahammed If I don’t compose any verse today, A fair morning may not visit your home tomorrow No Jasmine or Sheuli or Bakul will bloom in a pique. Maybe, the sky veils its face... - [Poem: Grenade](https://literaryyard.com/2017/08/21/poem-grenade/): By: Puja Devanand Her days are numbered Working itself backwards There will be an end Someday Is it worse, not knowing at all Or knowing when?   Would she dare fall in love? Worm her way into a healthy heart... - [Poem: Ode to the year gone by](https://literaryyard.com/2017/08/21/poem-ode-to-the-year-gone-by/): By: Puja Devanand Staring Waiting for inspiration to flash Jaded celebrations hang above my head The past year is no more than a lingering memory Most learnt nothing new at all Some tried, but such noble endeavours rarely succeed So... - [Story: A Mother’s Day](https://literaryyard.com/2017/08/21/story-a-mothers-day/): By: Niles Reddick Mother’s Day is a game I play once a year that I will never win, but I still play it. I’ll send her a card, maybe some flowers, and I’ll make the call to see how it’s going.... - [Story: Ghost Planet](https://literaryyard.com/2017/08/19/story-ghost-planet/): By: Ramprasath In one of those cold snowy midnights, one of the many hundred computers in the Ohio-based space observatory picked up a narrow-band radio signal that was nothing less that the Wow signal that was gotten way back in... - [Poem: From the depths of my soul….](https://literaryyard.com/2017/08/17/poem-from-the-depths-of-my-soul/): By: Neelam Singh One day I will look back and see The moments I have been through The pangs of being in love Oh the times of youth! The married life agonies The emotional terror The duty of a submissive... - ['The Truth About Snails' by JD DeHart](https://literaryyard.com/2017/08/17/the-truth-about-snails-by-jd-dehart/): By: JD DeHart In 2014, over the course of some snow days, I put together a collection that would become The Truth About Snails. At the time, most of the writing I was getting to was speculative and science fictional... - [Poem: I Wait](https://literaryyard.com/2017/08/17/poem-i-wait/): By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick I wait in darkness I wait until the sun rises I wait while daylight surrounds the darkened window I wait as the sunsets and the moon moves high into the night sky I wait while the... - [Poem: Desolation](https://literaryyard.com/2017/08/16/poem-desolation/): By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick It has been growing for years; out of control wisteria. It blooms and looks pretty for a while, but the roots and vines twist and tighten. The tree begins to find it laborious to breathe. Hastily... - [Poem: One Of Many](https://literaryyard.com/2017/08/16/poem-one-of-many/): By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick Making unsolicited comments Gentle reminder of poor choices Leaving impact, unsuspecting women Prideful, unable to admit mistakes Costly it was, money cast away Chance after a chance she gave Telling herself no more Papers gained meaning... - [Poem: Morning](https://literaryyard.com/2017/08/14/poem-morning/): By: Rabindranath Tagore Translated by: Ms. Rokeya Fair early morning, gentle breeze Quivers the river water still No swans have still gone into water No boats with white sails have still floated on water No village wives have still come... - [Story: Green Sandal Monologue](https://literaryyard.com/2017/08/14/story-green-sandal-monologue/): By: JD DeHart Laundry has to be done, but I am not doing it today. I am on break today. All day long. The world is not perfect, you will not find it this way and you will not be responsible... - [Poem: Pain, Pang and Plight - Chikungunya](https://literaryyard.com/2017/08/10/poem-pain-pang-and-plight-chikungunya/): By: K Ahmed Alam Pain, Pang and Plight Persistent Chikungunya Head aches Chikungunya Body aches Chikungunya Each joint aches Each limb aches Chikungunya Heart numbs emotions Brain numbs thoughts Chikungunya Tongue betrays taste Legs betray the move Frailty eats up... - [Story: Related By Blood](https://literaryyard.com/2017/08/06/story-related-by-blood/): By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick No word from Sissy in three days. It hurts. That’s finished. How did it all fit, there is one sneaker. Where could the other be… Gotta have 3 house keys made. Oh, yeah, and buy a... - [Poem: Deep meaning](https://literaryyard.com/2017/08/06/poem-deep-meaning/): By: Balu George Somebody asked me, Why my poems have no deep meaning? And why they never last beyond ten lines? I answered “Life is not that deep, and My vocabulary is poor” Just kidding! Nobody asks me such questions.... - [Poem: All on record](https://literaryyard.com/2017/08/06/poem-all-on-record/): By: Balu George When I was young, I took guitar classes, I joined the band, And tried my hand at Karate. The guitar was sold within a month, The band uniform was confined to the cupboard, Within a week, And the... - [Amazon’s Kindle Direct Publishing launches English Language Literary contest – Pen to Publish 2017](https://literaryyard.com/2017/08/04/amazons-kindle-direct-publishing-launches-english-language-literary-contest-pen-to-publish-2017/): Amazon’s Kindle Direct Publishing has announced the launch of the Pen to Publish contest that recognizes literary excellence in English language. The winning author will receive a prize of ₹10 lakh, a print publishing deal with Westland Publishing for this... - [Daniel Woodrell: Master of Ozark noir](https://literaryyard.com/2017/08/03/daniel-woodrell-master-of-ozark-noir/): y All of us have seen Jennifer Lawrence’s breakout role in Winter’s Bone, but did anyone ever think the movie is based on a novel by Daniel Woodrell? The author of nine widely-acclaimed novels, Woodrell is often referred to as... - [Rasul Gamzatov, People’s Poet of Daghestan - A Life](https://literaryyard.com/2017/08/03/rasul-gamzatov-peoples-poet-of-daghestan-a-life/): By: Shailendra Chauhan Gamzatov, Rasul Gamzatovich, was born on 8 September 1923 in the Avar village of Tsada, Daghestan in the north-east Caucasus. His father, the People’s Poet Gamzat Tsadas, was his first teacher and mentor in the study of... - [Poem: Knock At My Door](https://literaryyard.com/2017/08/03/poem-knock-at-my-door/): By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick Knock at my door, I heard Slowly it opened Mother was standing there Mixed with emotions Shock, joy, love Tears welled up inside, not a single one fell Our views quite different, as long as I... - [Italy: The Weak Under-Belly of Europe](https://literaryyard.com/2017/08/02/italy-the-weak-under-belly-of-europe/): By: Gaither Stewart The Malfunctioning of the Bel Paese After World War II the USA and NATO labeled Italy the “soft under-belly of Europe”, chiefly because of the presence of  The Italian Communist Party (PCI), Europe’s biggest political formation of... - [Poem: A Mask For Every Face](https://literaryyard.com/2017/08/01/poem-a-mask-for-every-face/): By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick Inside smothered Daggers hurled Unpredictable; hour, day, week Soaring into cosmos, fantasyland Illusion, delusion Curled fetal position, myriad of tears Raging aimed at no particular target Sleep, sleep, more sleep Drained from nonstop thoughts Awake with... - [Life is a tale told by an idiot - A Play](https://literaryyard.com/2017/08/01/life-is-a-tale-told-by-an-idiot-a-play/): By: Balu George A hefty man in his mid 60’s in a t-shirt and jogging shorts can be seen opening the gate. This is Gopalan, a lawyer, proprietor of a law firm past its glory years. The firm built up... - [Poem: I made it !](https://literaryyard.com/2017/07/30/poem-i-made-it/): By: Milt Montague suddenly I’m flying over the mountains an unexpected blizzard trying to maintain control against the odds fighting a losing battle rapidly being forced down down down down nearing the ground too damn close for my sake I... - [Poem: blank-page-itiis](https://literaryyard.com/2017/07/30/poem-blank-page-itiis/): By: Milt Montague I stare at the blank page the blank page stares right back at me mocking my ineptitude once again i’m confronted with the writer’s nemesis blank-pqge-itis a disease common to all wordsmiths you stare at the blank... - [Munshi Premchand: A short biography of the Hindi Novelist](https://literaryyard.com/2017/07/30/munshi-premchand-a-short-biography-of-the-hindi-novelist/): By: Shailendra Chauhan A pioneer of modern Hindi and Urdu social fiction, Munshi Premchand’s real name was Dhanpat Rai. He wrote nearly 300 stories and novels. Among his best known novels are: Sevasadan, Rangmanch, Gaban, Nirmala and Godan. Much of... - [Denise Ryan debuts with her poetry collection - 'Of Silken Waters'](https://literaryyard.com/2017/07/29/denise-ryan-debuts-with-her-poetry-collection-of-silken-waters/): The distinctive voice of Irish-born Denise Ryan is strikingly captured in the debut collection of selected poems ‘Of Silken Waters’ that offers an immediate entry into her world, but also expresses an implicit realism that consistently sustains their compelling thematic... - [Story: The Movie Waiting For A Name](https://literaryyard.com/2017/07/27/story-the-movie-waiting-for-a-name/): By: Reese Scott If he felt like he was being pulled down the hall on a leash. The people walking around him all knew they were taking him to the furthest place possible from “home.” As he walked down the... - [Poem: Memory is One Huge Paraphrase](https://literaryyard.com/2017/07/26/poem-memory-is-one-huge-paraphrase/): By: Julia Knowlton I. Your desire and failing light are the same. If I could I would make tea leaves out of you; to read. Their amber odor sweet. My private book. Your slightest look easily will unclose me, cummings mused,... - [Poem: Décalage Horaire (Jet Lag)](https://literaryyard.com/2017/07/26/poem-decalage-horaire/): By: Julia Knowlton Do we travel for this—non-meaning, non-belonging? Now on the grey clock, I do not owe you a thing. You cannot know if I will ever come home. Here, strangers are the same as the people I love... - [Poem: If I could](https://literaryyard.com/2017/07/25/poem-if-i-could/): By: Ndifreke George If I could see pain and its thorns that make us cry If I could see war and its pinging bullets that shatters our haven If I could see hardship and its merciless whip that saps our wellness... - [Poem: The Ellipses](https://literaryyard.com/2017/07/25/poem-the-ellipses/): By: Ndifreke George Unsaid words fill my mouth Like butterflies They want to fly Like the birds They want to be free Free to be seen by those eyes Which have stayed awake They want to be heard by those ears... - [An open letter to the other within](https://literaryyard.com/2017/07/24/an-open-letter-to-the-other-within/): “In each of us there is another who we do not know.” –Carl Jung Dear other within, Hellooo in there! I’m speaking to you. Yes, you–the other within. I don’t know you. I was surprised to hear that you are... - [Poetic Humor: Questioning](https://literaryyard.com/2017/07/24/poetic-humor-questioning/): By: S.CS Why do they call it a restroom anyway? I can’t remember the last time i went there to rest. Possibly never. And are you one of those people who keeps a stack of books in there so you... - [Poem: Keep out](https://literaryyard.com/2017/07/24/poem-keep-out/): By: S.CS What business do you have traveling through my dreams as though you owned them? You and all your teasing and talkin’ at me, flirting and then drifting away. I can’t hold you in this place, but then, come to... - [Poem: The order](https://literaryyard.com/2017/07/24/poem-the-order/): By: S.CS “I have heard that voice many a time when asleep and, what is strange, I understood more or less an order or an appeal in an unearthly tongue: day draws near, another one, do what you can.” –Czesław Miłosz... - [Story: Murray Needed a Hobby](https://literaryyard.com/2017/07/24/story-murray-needed-a-hobby/): By: Paul Beckman The women in his life were killing Murray. His wife and her two sisters all knew what was best for him: Stop stooping. Have that spot looked at. Drive carefully. Drive more carefully. Pay attention. Pay better attention.... - [Poem: Fantasy](https://literaryyard.com/2017/07/22/poem-fantasy/): By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick Two mimes busy themselves; fabricating a view of the world Adults chuckle, children giggle Where the mimes go, people ensue One mime trapped, an invisible box concocts perplexity Hands perpetually moving Sides, top, bottom; no segment... - [Poem: Sometimes I Cry](https://literaryyard.com/2017/07/22/poem-sometimes-i-cry/): By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick sometimes I cry…sometimes I cry because the pain is so intense…sometimes I cry because my leg won’t budge, not a single inch…sometimes I cry because the unknown is so uncertain…sometimes I cry because I am forgotten…sometimes... - [A Secret Door](https://literaryyard.com/2017/07/21/a-secret-door/): By: Raymond Greiner Natural wonders stir awe in a display of harmonious balance in contrast to modern human civil composition. Ancient humanity was firmly attached to natural terrestrial arrangements in opposition to present day communal drift, as negative influences are profusely... - [Poem: A Long Walk](https://literaryyard.com/2017/07/20/poem-a-long-walk/): By: Lynn White It’s been a long walk with no sign of escape. A long walk and a deep walk. Every step I sink deeper. Deeper and deeper, as I tire and drag my feet as the white snow crystals give... - [Poem: Image](https://literaryyard.com/2017/07/20/poem-image/): By: Lynn White Somehow the mirror has broken fragmenting my image, the image I have of myself, the one I like to project.. Was it the sunlight that cracked it, the exposure to brightness, an explosion of light. Or was it... - [Hate in the time of Malaria - A Play](https://literaryyard.com/2017/07/19/hate-in-the-time-of-malaria-a-play/): By: Balu George Interior – Mr Mathew’s house – Bangalore – Evening. The T.V is playing on mute. A cricket match is going on. A scrawny boy wearing spectacles is seated in front of the T.V. He is Arun, Mr... - [Poem: I Took Away my Own Life](https://literaryyard.com/2017/07/19/poem-i-took-away-my-own-life/): By: Uduak Uwah  I took away my own life Without the use of a knife From the lair of a roaring lion In the guise of a life companion I took away my own life From the cage of strife... - [Poem: Pearls Before the Swine](https://literaryyard.com/2017/07/19/poem-pearls-before-the-swine/): By: Uduak Uwah If after all the delicious meals you’ve served Your guests did not rise up to praise you If after all the immaculate laundry you’ve done Your clients did not come back to adore you If after all... - [A Program to Help Kids Develop a Love of Reading](https://literaryyard.com/2017/07/18/a-program-to-help-kids-develop-a-love-of-reading/): In advance of Comic-Con International 2017 in San Diego, Amazon Rapids announced the launch of Signature Stories, a new program bringing the characters kids already know and love to original short stories on its app. Designed for readers ages 5-12,... - [Amazon sets multi-show deal with Agatha Christie Limited](https://literaryyard.com/2017/07/18/amazon-sets-multi-show-deal-with-agatha-christie-limited/): Amazon announced its continued growth of international production, adding a series of adaptations from Agatha Christie Limited to its lineup of dramatic Amazon Original Series in the U.S. The first adaptation of Christie’s classic stories, Ordeal By Innocence, began production... - [Rx against trauma](https://literaryyard.com/2017/07/17/rx-against-trauma/): By: William T. Hathaway We live in traumatic times. The shock waves from wars, terror attacks, and spree shootings reverberate through our society and impact us all. For the direct victims and their family and friends this can be life... - [Anne Frasier, author of The Body Reader, Wins Thriller Award](https://literaryyard.com/2017/07/16/anne-frasier-author-of-the-body-reader-wins-thriller-award/): Tonight, Anne Frasier’s thriller, The Body Reader, was named the winner of the International Thriller Writers’ 2017 Thriller Award for Best Paperback Original Novel. Anne Frasier’s The Body Reader was published last summer by Thomas & Mercer, the mystery, thriller... - [The Karma of Terror](https://literaryyard.com/2017/07/16/the-karma-of-terror-2/): By: William T. Hathaway Terrible terrorists are killing our soldiers in their countries and killing us here at home. How can we stop them? The answer is simple: Stop terrorizing them. We started this war. What we do to others... - [Poem: No One Hears My Pain](https://literaryyard.com/2017/07/15/poem-no-one-hears-my-pain/): By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick No one hears my pain Sounds muted by busy lives, passing time World changes; motionless, I lie Achieving milestones no longer Life stolen from my grip Transformed into empty space, a bubble of sorts Observing them,... - [Poem: Dead on Arrival](https://literaryyard.com/2017/07/14/poem-dead-on-arrival/): By:  Mary Bone The toe tag read, ”D.O.A” I was put on ice Somewhat resembling bologna. I couldn’t believe I was in a morgue. I could feel a pulse and a heartbeat. Scenes from my life Floated by and I... - [Poem: Keeping My Cap On](https://literaryyard.com/2017/07/14/poem-keeping-my-cap-on/): By:  Mary Bone Lately I have kept my thoughts to myself. My cap stayed on my head During the wind and rain, Not letting ideas float Randomly through Halls and walls. They were gems shining brightly In the night- Needing... - [Poem: Naked Lady Flowers](https://literaryyard.com/2017/07/14/poem-naked-lady-flowers/): By:  Mary Bone You had Naked Lady flowers On your porch Bare torsos with a burst Of color dancing in your garden. With just a spray of water, They came alive And danced To their own song. ###   - [Poem: Past Memories](https://literaryyard.com/2017/07/12/poem-past-memories/): By: Zunayet Ahammed We recollect our past memories passionately We can neither forget them nor ignore them anymore It always stirs us with joy and sorrow. Memories of the past always consume us Dreams fade away Hopes of weaving life... - [Poem: Mind](https://literaryyard.com/2017/07/12/poem-mind/): By: Zunayet Ahammed We can control our eyes Our anger Weaknesses over ladies Sometimes the unpredictable bull But can’t control our mind. We can control our unbridled longing for money Our ruthlessness and gluttony Restiveness Sometimes the seductive attitudes But... - [Poem: Cafe](https://literaryyard.com/2017/07/11/poem-cafe/): By: Balu George I was at one of those roadside cafes. The kind where you can sit endlessly, Have a coffee or two, And watch the world go by. But I was not interested in the world, I was interested... - [Poem: Ballad of a Drunkard](https://literaryyard.com/2017/07/11/poem-ballad-of-a-drunkard/): By: Balu George Tony, sweetheart! I hear you are planning, To drink yourself to death. I will be cheering you on to the very end. Atta boy! You have your reasons. To hell with them! What do they know? I sense,... - [Arundhati Roy reads from 'The Ministry of Utmost Happiness' - a novel](https://literaryyard.com/2017/07/11/arundhati-roy-reads-from-the-ministry-of-utmost-happiness-a-novel/): ‘The Ministry of Utmost Happiness’ is Arundhati Roy’s 2nd novel. Her first novel ‘God of Small Things’ was a runaway success and won her the prestigious Booker Prize. Despite its dark tale, ‘God of Small Things’ did win her a... - [Story: The Work](https://literaryyard.com/2017/07/10/story-the-work/): By Russ Bickerstaff Dave’s face is a mask. I always get here and I always meet with him here. In this office. And I guess I always wonder what the hell he’s thinking. No idea. We’re sitting there in a... - [O Soul, There Comes the Joyous Eid](https://literaryyard.com/2017/07/10/o-soul-there-comes-the-joyous-eid/): By: Kazi Nazrul Islam Translated by K Ahmed Alam O soul, there comes the joyous Eid after Ramadan fasting You sacrifice yourself; follow Divine calling. For the Almighty are all your gold, silver and palaces; Pay zakat to awaken the... - [Clothes Make the Man](https://literaryyard.com/2017/07/10/clothes-make-the-man/): By: Richard D. Hartwell “Clothes make the man.” “You are judged by your appearance.” “Your appearance reveals the real you.” These were some of the admonitions with which I grew up. They were leveled at me almost daily: by my mother,... - [Hemingway’s Universe: The Gravity of Irony](https://literaryyard.com/2017/07/10/hemingways-universe-the-gravity-of-irony/): By Jack Kamm  “The tragedy of machismo is that a man is never quite man enough.”  ~Germaine Greer             Like most of us, Hemingway couldn’t expunge his childhood, whose damage turned his art, in later years, into a refuge from... - ['A Different Kind of Lovely' a novel by Petra March](https://literaryyard.com/2017/07/06/a-different-kind-of-lovely-a-novel-by-petra-march/): ‘A Different Kind of Lovely’ is a new novel recently released. The novel claims to keep readers engaged till the end with its interesting line of story and characters. Penned by Petra March, the novel is a story of a... - [Interview of Rosemary McKinley](https://literaryyard.com/2017/07/04/interview-of-rosemary-mckinley/): By: Carol Smallwood Rosemary McKinley’s interest in history is evident: she was a history and writing teacher before she retired. She has been published in several magazines and in included in anthologies. Her books include: 101 Glimpses of the North Fork... - ['Interweavings' A Creative Nonfiction by Carol Smallwood Released](https://literaryyard.com/2017/07/04/interweavings-a-creative-nonfiction-by-carol-smallwood-released/): Interweavings: Creative Nonfiction is a mosaic. There is a gentle ebb and flow of threads of with children, cancer, marriage, friends, losses. And yet, you catch yourself, while reading and after you finish, thinking about your own life. Not comparing,... - [Poem: Love is made for explorers](https://literaryyard.com/2017/07/03/poem-love-is-made-for-explorers/): By: Mendes Biondo love is made for explorers for those braves that want to know the hidden treasures of a lonely island virgin and full of exotic animals love is made for explorers without a completed map in the pocket and... - [Poem: Bare Is Our Eden](https://literaryyard.com/2017/07/03/poem-bare-is-our-eden/): By: Mendes Biondo we will live together in a wide tree house and every day we will have sex and every day we will dance bare as now we are I’ll smoke my cigars and you will drink a cocktail talking... - [Nobel laureate Kailash Satyarthi praises CRISP's skill training Programs](https://literaryyard.com/2017/07/03/nobel-laureate-kailash-satyarthi-praises-crisps-skill-training-programs/): Nobel laureate Kailash Satyarthi appreciated CRISP’s skill development training being imparted to the youths to make them employable at SATI Vidisha. “I am sure that CRISP’s employment linked training programmes will enable the unskilled youth to attain the necessary skill... - [Poem: Lighthouse](https://literaryyard.com/2017/06/30/poem-lighthouse/): By: Chandra Shekhar Dubey When waiting gets tireless your feet get numb and stiff the patches of dark clouds hover over your head and all roads get blocked you will always see me around to make you feel, relieved, to... - [An Untitled Poem](https://literaryyard.com/2017/06/29/an-untitled-poem/): By: Joel Schueler When will you climb The Mountains of time? Instead you seldom see The pallid fathomed glee. Shape me in your greed Wise words you say I’ll heed And carefully pluck away Any formed debris. I bent my love... - [She Doesn't Like Me](https://literaryyard.com/2017/06/29/she-doesnt-like-me/): By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick She doesn’t like me How do I know? The look in her eye The heard but unanswered words Unkind actions calling out my pain She doesn’t like me I’m just a few minutes of her twelve... - [Caribbean Tiers](https://literaryyard.com/2017/06/28/caribbean-tiers/): By: John Grey The town overlooked the natural harbor from a half-circle of land. It rose in tiers like the seats of a theater. Transients, tourists, occupied the motels and shabby rental homes along the beachfront. Spread out behind was a... - [Double Duty](https://literaryyard.com/2017/06/28/double-duty/): By: John Grey He plays a musical saw because it’s the easiest instrument to learn and he can sit it on his lap, rub a bow across the blade and, before you know it, out comes a plaintive ballad that, despite... - [A Visit to an Aunt and Uncle on my Mother's Side](https://literaryyard.com/2017/06/28/a-visit-to-an-aunt-and-uncle-on-my-mothers-side/): By: John Grey She raises her eyebrows at my entrance but doesn’t take her thumb out of her mouth. She’s adorned in a yellowed crumbling wedding dress. There’s something moving in her ratty gray hair. The air inside her house is... - [Bullets](https://literaryyard.com/2017/06/27/bullets/): By: Keith Welch bullets don’t change their minds know straight lines one-way trip no do-overs all. sales. final. point and shoot fixed focus everyone equal guilty or innocent? no judgements copper-clad security blanket night-light clip safety guaranteed all-in-one little lead... - [Questions for the Inventor of the Flame-thrower](https://literaryyard.com/2017/06/27/questions-for-the-inventor-of-the-flame-thrower/): By: Keith Welch I’m sure you were a lovely child apple of your mother’s eye a little boy who wouldn’t hurt a fly Where did this odd idea come from to dress your fellow man in flame? Did you sit in... - [Characters were mounds of clay in whom I breathed a passion for life](https://literaryyard.com/2017/06/26/characters-were-mounds-of-clay-in-whom-i-breathed-a-passion-for-life/): By: Rajat Mitra I believe that despite irreconcilable differences between the ideology of Islam and Hinduism, there is a truth that lurks and surfaces when these differences threaten us. As a psychologist who has worked with radicalized youth and perpetrators... - [Strangled flower](https://literaryyard.com/2017/06/26/strangled-flower/): By: Linda M Crate dark and silent as night i remember the anxiety drawing between my legs & i i remember praying that you didn’t exist simply so i could breathe then there was all that blood wasn’t period blood... - [Pomegranates & Mondays](https://literaryyard.com/2017/06/26/pomegranates-mondays/): By: Linda M Crate in the rain of tomorrows i won’t wait again for you—i will already know how this story ends—dying and regrowing is the most painful experience i’ve endured, and i do not seek to repeat it; so... - [i hate goodbyes](https://literaryyard.com/2017/06/26/i-hate-goodbyes/): By: Linda M Crate when it’s all over all i have is me so i’m going to love myself better so no one else ever has to, and i don’t want to be forever alone; yet i don’t want to... - [Dreaming of Wales](https://literaryyard.com/2017/06/26/dreaming-of-wales/): By: Linda M Crate i was born american, but i dream of wales; my grandmother is of complete welsh ancestry but i am the one that dreams of forests and green grows restless in these bones of cities and towns... - [Three Line Drama](https://literaryyard.com/2017/06/24/three-line-drama/): By: Ruairi MacInnes Three line drama #4 Clones that live a thousand years Working in their mindless jobs Using the time to plan. Three line drama #5 Open plan dead end job. Like hypothermia: Comfort precedes death. Three line drama #6... - [Poem: Househole](https://literaryyard.com/2017/06/24/poem-househole/): By: Holly Day She watches him as he pulls the bodies off the wall, the broken bones and smiles over chicken-wire poses, crackling fireplaces threatening the fragile taxidermist people those sightless eyes. She imagines the frame that will stretch her... - [Poem: When We Go](https://literaryyard.com/2017/06/24/poem-when-we-go/): By: Holly Day When I disappear, it will be to follow some jazz trio from Eastern Europe bent on subverting and seducing middle-aged housewives across the country, with plans to take us back with them put handkerchief headgear on us... - [Poem: Two Minutes Thirteen Seconds](https://literaryyard.com/2017/06/24/poem-two-minutes-thirteen-seconds/): By: Holly Day Years later, when all was forgiven, Jacob would have Esau over to dinner to share some of the good fortune that continued to come his way long after none would have expected. They would sit around their father’s... - [Poem: The Promise Land](https://literaryyard.com/2017/06/19/poem-the-promise-land/): By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick On the edge of the cliff I cowered Jagged rocks, narrow path Green fields of lilac and sunflowers The strength of the mighty river below One more step, could I fly? A bird, yes, not I... - [A Chance To Survive](https://literaryyard.com/2017/06/19/a-chance-to-survive/): By: G David Schwartz Refuse deception by being bright in your eyes. Eyes are made for brightening. Shimmer the satellite with pity denied for anything which is pitied it ought to be sent away in a satiate or even a... - [Kamikaze and other poems by Catfish McDaris](https://literaryyard.com/2017/06/17/kamikaze-and-other-poems-by-catfish-mcdaris/): By: Catfish McDaris Kamikaze My body is a bomb I am a suicide hero 911 911 911 = 666 All wars are hideous The fish die in the sea The animals burn in the forest The birds fall from the... - [17 “Between Scilla And Cariddi”](https://literaryyard.com/2017/06/17/17-between-scilla-and-cariddi/): By: Gaither Stewart (Reggio, August, 2001) (The chapter is from the work-in-progress novel ‘Fragments’)     Circling over the Straits of Messina Airport in Reggio-Calabria, I feel my vision encompasses the entire world of antiquity. Any atlas in fact confirms... - [Poem: Dirty Movie](https://literaryyard.com/2017/06/14/poem-dirty-movie/): By: Ryan Quinn Flanagan He put on the movie of my grandmother working in the garden, grainy black and white from before I was born and yes – she was young once, even beautiful I touch my face and feel hers:... - [Poem: Doctor](https://literaryyard.com/2017/06/14/poem-doctor/): By: Ryan Quinn Flanagan The doctor had been bored since medical school. Then there was his residency and placement. Now he was a full-fledged doctor and more bored than ever. Writing scripts and setting bones. Living off cafeteria food. Always one... - [Poem: Suplexed by Seraphims](https://literaryyard.com/2017/06/14/poem-suplexed-by-seraphims/): By: Ryan Quinn Flanagan suplexed by seraphims in someone’s rotting sex dream muscle ripped from cartilage the adventurist under an avalanche of high end backpacks flyers torn away from phone pole leaving only stapled yellow corners support beams offering no support... - ['Virtual Living' a new poetry collection by Gary Beck released](https://literaryyard.com/2017/06/13/virtual-living-a-new-poetry-collection-by-gary-beck-released/): Poet Gary Beck’s new collection Virtual Living is a revealing glimpse of how our relationship with the world around us is an ever-evolving experience. Focusing on how humans relate to the world via artificial means, as well as self-imposed affected... - [An Apologetic Letter to My Professor: 3 Authors I Appreciate But Never Like](https://literaryyard.com/2017/06/10/an-apologetic-letter-to-my-professor-3-authors-i-appreciate-but-never-like/): By: Bernadette Harris  Dear Sir: I send my warmest greetings to you, old friend. It’s been quite a while. I hope you’re doing well. I also hope this article will not offend your personal literary preferences, or in any way make... - [Poem: Invoking a graceful grace](https://literaryyard.com/2017/06/10/poem-invoking-a-graceful-grace/): By: Mohammad Anas It’s 2:00 AM, My eyes are searching for a light on this silent hill, Tonight, I am going to invoke a muse by my vibrant will, Struggling for the set divine rules of heaven, Her graceful wings fall... - [Poem: The Death of the Seas](https://literaryyard.com/2017/06/07/poem-the-death-of-the-seas/): By: Sandeep Kumar Mishra My mental wire renders Images of worn out routes, After a short circuit happened In the pathways of daily burdens; My diseased body quiver with its weight The hard stitch rubbles skin snatchers; Leeched of life force... - [Poem: First Monsoon](https://literaryyard.com/2017/06/07/poem-first-monsoon/): By: Sandeep Kumar Mishra Immigrant pregnant clouds in this high time Preparing to deliver aerial showers, Huge watery vessels, like a developed baby Too heavy to hold in atmospheric womb; With lightening proclaiming over the vastness Of the supply of life... - [Poem: My gallery has ended](https://literaryyard.com/2017/06/07/poem-my-gallery-has-ended/): By: Sandeep Kumar Mishra In upper part of my body A cognitive bell rings From a dial up connection of live wires; The modem is working JUST To repeatedly provide the facsimile of Barren and bald paths; Inner lumbering of daily... - [Poem: Burn in sorrow for eternity](https://literaryyard.com/2017/06/06/poem-burn-in-sorrow-for-eternity/): By: Linad M Crate i will surrender my heart and soul to none make sure you stand down not step to me because i am the daughter of the moon i have wolves, oceans, and primordial rage older than trees... - [Poem: Who Am I](https://literaryyard.com/2016/10/31/poem-who-am-i/): By: Lynn White When did I last know who I am? I wonder if it when I was a child, when I made up stories from my imagination. Was I separate then from the imaginary children with imaginary parents and imaginary... - [Story: Festival](https://literaryyard.com/2016/10/29/story-festival/): By: Sri Ram Contract killers Mani and David were given assignment for the month. The assignment sheet said that they were to kill a guy named Arul, aged 35, an ex-military man. There was a photograph that clearly showed Arul... - [Poem: Impression of Love-Mercy](https://literaryyard.com/2016/10/29/poem-impression-of-love-mercy/): By: Jeo Jenny Momma, what is Mercy? Cha-cha, mercy is something beyond vengeance and ego It can catch wounded hearts and nurses it Travels across the walls of ego Knows no harm even to the harmful The best example is “Love... - [LiteraryYard among top 100 literary blogs on the Planet](https://literaryyard.com/2016/10/28/literaryyard-among-top-100-literary-blogs-on-the-planet/): Hello, Readers – I have a great news to share with our readers: LiteraryYard.com has been ranked among the top 100 literary blogs on the planet by Feedspot.com . This is indeed a surprise as well as a reward for the hardwork and... - [Poem: i hope for better tomorrows](https://literaryyard.com/2016/10/22/poem-i-hope-for-better-tomorrows/): By: Linda M Crate i fear for our country each choice seems like a bad choice i pray that we don’t die because of politician’s greed, and i pray for more tomorrows, and a better future; i pray because our... - [Poem: Vexed flower child](https://literaryyard.com/2016/10/22/poem-vexed-flower-child/): By: Linda M Crate i prefer to be kindness and flowers persephone dreaming in demeter’s garden, but sometimes you force me to become artemis or athena driving into war with animals and fury and bloodshed using wisdom as a weapon... - [Poem: My door is closed, stop knocking](https://literaryyard.com/2016/10/22/poem-my-door-is-closed-stop-knocking/): By: Linda M Crate i don’t want your consequence nor your action simply the beautiful serenity that is found in silence because your voice is a weapon grating into every orifice of my heart with it’s negativity and darkness, and... - [Poem: In The Name of Love](https://literaryyard.com/2016/10/21/poem-in-the-name-of-love/): By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick She closes her eyes Denial deeply embedded Young wife and mother She’s strong; invincible Those things won’t happen to her She refuses to be her mother In the name of love A life-altering mistake Enduring consequences... - [Poem: The Lie](https://literaryyard.com/2016/10/21/poem-the-lie/): By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick Beckoning in the darkness of daylight Transforming soccer moms, business men, and college students into thieves and liars Persuasive it is Inviting you the first time Guarantees excitement Vowing a reprieve Hastily you implore to revisit... - [Poem: All Pleasures Are Bogus](https://literaryyard.com/2016/10/20/poem-all-pleasures-are-bogus/): By: Zunayet Ahammed We are helpless And our helplessness is full of sweetness and light We have come from absolute darkness And through darkness one day We all will be lost into lonely darkness As loneliness is the identity of... - [Poem: No Place To Go](https://literaryyard.com/2016/10/20/poem-no-place-to-go-2/): By: Zunayet Ahammed Symphony is fading away Tigers in us bawling Seeing tube-roses weeping In the waste land of Spring. We visualize the pretensions and nakedness Of so-called men who like “faluda” Nowadays No rosy rain coming Out of the... - [Transformation](https://literaryyard.com/2016/10/18/transformation/): By: Gaither Stewart “Those who cannot change their minds cannot change anything.” George Bernard Shaw Change is a word that both intellectuals and the intelligentsia of America are discussing in these times. However, one is justified to wonder what kind... - [Siddhivinayak - A fascinating tale](https://literaryyard.com/2016/10/17/siddhivinayak-a-fascinating-tale/): By: Sagar Pandya The 1.7 kilometers long queue outside Shree Siddhivinayak temple compelled me to think whether the mob …oh I am sorry the ‘Devotees’ waiting for hours together in the queue have slightest of hint that why is there such... - [Poem: New Year’s Eve](https://literaryyard.com/2016/10/17/poem-new-years-eve/): By: Wylie Strout The evening before tomorrow The evening after last Sitting, desiring, wishing and hoping That change will come alas How I wish I could be profound And yet all I am able to unfold Is a mold that... - [Poem: A Bird, a Beaver and a Cat](https://literaryyard.com/2016/10/17/poem-a-bird-a-beaver-and-a-cat/): By: Wylie Strout A beaver with his shoulders slouched sits on my couch while a cat paws its way. I rose in a daze with a bird in the cupboard. Back up. Summoning the beaver with little effect. Never had... - [Traversing the Expressible: Stories of Death and Desire](https://literaryyard.com/2016/10/16/traversing-the-expressible-stories-of-death-and-desire/): By: Ilgin Yildiz  Death and desire are inexhaustible themes in literary works, and short story as a brief literary form, allows for condensed and layered philosophical and psychological explorations. This essay will deploy a psychoanalytical perspective to discuss stories by Katherine Mansfield, Raymond... - [Indifference](https://literaryyard.com/2016/10/16/indifference/): By: Gaither Stewart  Indifference is an American-European story. As French chansonnier Serge Gainsbourg sang of his love for Brigitte Bardot: “What does the weather matter, what matters the wind? Better your absence than your indifference.” Or Gilbert Bécaud: “Indifference kills... - [Poem: That Tuesday Night](https://literaryyard.com/2016/10/16/poem-that-tuesday-night/): By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick Analytical she is Retrospective Perplexed by the manifestation That Tuesday Night The problem, pain Always the same Never-ending pain No light exists pain Hopeless pain Intense pain That Tuesday Night Solution-focused Problem Solution A decision A... - [Poem: Soft Yellow Sheets](https://literaryyard.com/2016/10/16/poem-soft-yellow-sheets/): By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick Opening her eyes she could not see Blackness filled the air Not a speckle of light anywhere Reaching her hands about Familiarity The softness of the yellow sheets A feather pillow On her knees she crawled... - [A Good Samaritan and the only lasting democracy](https://literaryyard.com/2016/10/16/a-good-samaritan-and-the-only-lasting-democracy/): By: Chuck Orloski   All human beings can recall times when they (selflessly) helped an anonymous “someone” in either dire need or in trouble, and felt good? Upon reflection, approximately four years ago, a mentally challenged fellow, nicknamed Moose, age... - [Loyalty](https://literaryyard.com/2016/10/16/loyalty/): By: Gaither Stewart The quality of loyalty has played an important but perplexing role in my life, both positive and negative, which for many years has prompted countless nocturnal ruminations about the reasons for my concern for what at first... - [Trilogy of 3 Poems](https://literaryyard.com/2016/10/16/trilogy-of-3-poems/): By: Gabriella Garofalo 1. Does it account for Eve’s lover? Sometimes artists get high Or maybe it wasn’t good mud – Anyway cicadas sing, grass and trees are freebies, You’d like to meet him, but run into men, women With their... - [Bards behind bars: Literature in a locked-down land](https://literaryyard.com/2016/10/09/bards-behind-bars-literature-in-a-locked-down-land/): By: William T. Hathaway Prisons are one of the few growth industries in the USA today. They are becoming money-making institutions, and profits are rising. New ones are being built and old ones expanded to hold all the new slave... - [Story: Between the Shadow and the Soul](https://literaryyard.com/2016/10/09/story-between-the-shadow-and-the-soul/): By: Sobia Abdin I must have been holding the photograph for several minutes in my left hand, staring at it pensively, my head heavy with the weight of my thoughts. Ten years had elapsed since the photograph was taken. Lakshita... - [Poem: Red Rain Boots](https://literaryyard.com/2016/10/09/poem-red-rain-boots/): By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick He desired rain boots, specifically Red Rain Boots She being she and him being him She knows wants are not needs He knows what he wants He knows her She knows him Together they scheme Stores... - [Story: Autumn Leave Taking](https://literaryyard.com/2016/10/09/story-autumn-leave-taking-2/): By: William T. Hathaway Bracing against gusts of wind, I splash through puddles and crush red-orange-yellow leaves that splotch the sidewalk to the radiologist’s office. There I drink the barium cocktail and slide into the CAT scan ring; the machine... - [Poem: Brother, Mom, and Dad](https://literaryyard.com/2016/09/28/poem-brother-mom-and-dad/): By: G. Louis Heath His brother had been too soft, not soft like his Mom, just weak. In his brother was enough of his mercurial, entrepreneurial, indulgent Dad to spoil him and enough of his gentle Mom to soften him,... - [Poem: The Course of Water](https://literaryyard.com/2016/09/28/poem-the-course-of-water/): By: G. Louis Heath Our summer cottage stood at a bend in the creek, a beautiful spot on Earth, unlike no other to us. Here our family memories, good and bad, found a home. It was our special place infused... - [Poem: The Ultimate Shade Of Evil](https://literaryyard.com/2016/09/28/poem-the-ultimate-shade-of-evil/): By: G. Louis Heath A tale filled with the darkest shade of black is a very hard tale to tell. But I must warn the generations unborn. The broken bones in the mass grave dug into the hardpan plain darken... - [Poem: Stop](https://literaryyard.com/2016/09/26/poem-stop/): By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick It’s happening I knew it would It always does It goes something like this Heart pounding out of my chest Fast breaths Short breaths Where is the air? The walls move closer The elevator stops They’re... - [Poem: Bonded](https://literaryyard.com/2016/09/26/poem-bonded/): By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick “…for better or worse, richer or poorer, in sickness and health, ’til death do we part… the two shall become one… husband and wife…” a kiss to seal the deal is it husband and wife or... - [Poem: Nightmares while I Daydream](https://literaryyard.com/2016/09/26/poem-nightmares-while-i-daydream/): By: Safiyyah Motaib nightmares while I daydream twisting and turning tangled in white bed sheets worn by yesterday’s ghost wanting to frighten me. It synchronizes its float with my shadow’s footsteps; when the sun sets, my shadow fades, but my... - [Poem: Met a spider](https://literaryyard.com/2016/09/26/poem-met-a-spider/): By: Safiyyah Motaib was walking down a road one day met a spider and thought I’d listen to what he had to say was 63 years old he said while he weaved golden thread around, silver stars he looks into when... - [Poem: Wider World](https://literaryyard.com/2016/09/25/poem-wider-world/): By: JD DeHart There is a wider world of ideas hidden inside ink on many pages, ready to be opened up, released into the air, like a fine scent There is a wider knowledge, a broader experience, a different view... - [Poem: Lawn Mower Maintenance](https://literaryyard.com/2016/09/25/poem-lawn-mower-maintenance/): By: JD DeHart Most of life seems to be maintenance, keeping the edges drawn neatly Most of my soul seems to be watching the boundaries, knowing the limits, and allowing Life to flow at it needs, sprouting and thriving, a series... - [When a Hot Dog Grille went Code Red at St. Ann's Annual Novena](https://literaryyard.com/2016/09/25/when-a-hot-dog-grille-went-code-red-at-st-anns-annual-novena/): By: Chuck Orloski For the past 10-years, I tried to make up for lapses in weekly Sunday church envelope contributions by working as a volunteer at the St. Ann Novena food stand. To impose penance and exact a measure of punishment... - [Poem: I RESIGNED – MY LIFE TIME COMMITMENT](https://literaryyard.com/2016/09/25/poem-i-resigned-my-life-time-commitment/): By: Jeo Jenny Loved you by my soul Dared to hurt myself for you Simple parting made me in tears When I happened to hear your name I smiled within Each moment of yours kissed me The moment came real We... - [Poem: Mother Would Have Liked You](https://literaryyard.com/2016/09/24/poem-mother-would-have-liked-you/): By: Ruth Deming Boston Market, crucible of the western world stands as a watchtower on Welsh and York as Evelyn and I enter the air-conditioned splendor with joy and a sigh A long line of hungry people snake around the... - [Story: The Lottery Ticket](https://literaryyard.com/2016/09/24/story-the-lottery-ticket/): By: Ruth Deming She took to sleeping on her screened-in back porch during these terribly hot nights in August. A long chaise lounge took up half the room and lay on the green carpeting that looked like freshly mown grass. Her... - [Poem: In Question](https://literaryyard.com/2016/09/24/poem-in-question/): By: William C. Blome You show me someone who’s familiar with hawks That swoop only for barbells, And I’ll show you a goofy lummox Who’s undoubtedly rarer than the birdies In question. And, okay, it’s your refuse-heap love For me... - [Dessert (Payasam)](https://literaryyard.com/2016/09/24/dessert-payasam/): By: Pavle Radonic Would be interesting to verify with B/P, but certainly this place produces calm, ease and releases some strong endorphins. The music needs to filter out from the kitchen unobtrusively like this, almost beneath consciousness. One little precociously... - [Story: Saviour](https://literaryyard.com/2016/09/24/story-saviour/): By: David Churack I remember that it was rubbish collection day when I died. The strongest emotion I felt over the whole day was bitter resentment at the metaphorical implications. Truth be told, though, I was ready to die. I was... - [Story: Gods](https://literaryyard.com/2016/09/24/story-gods/): By:  Sri Ram Looking at Vega walking briskly on the sands of the Sahara Pigo asked “Where do you go?” “I am gonna see God” Vega said without even turning his head towards Pigo. Pigo walked along with Vega. He... - [Poem: Wild Bird](https://literaryyard.com/2016/09/24/poem-wild-bird/): By: Linda M Crate other women are graceful and thinner than i swans floating in the air shimmering in all their beauty perfectly content with their apparent beauty, but i have many windows open and closed some boarded shut and... - [Poem: Letting go of scars](https://literaryyard.com/2016/09/24/poem-letting-go-of-scars/): By: Linda M Crate i hide in the hallows of words trying desperately to melt away the husks and shells and pieces of me that i don’t like to lovingly caress my virtue, and make excuses for the dirtiness painted... - [Poem: A Fallen Saint](https://literaryyard.com/2016/09/24/poem-a-fallen-saint/): By: Linda M Crate his love was a mortuary slowly swallowing pieces of her until she could not find herself for him, and it seemed to happen overnight this metamorphosis; he the fallen angel and she the saint caught in... - [THE MAGUS OF SHEPPERTON: Some thoughts on J.G. Ballard](https://literaryyard.com/2016/09/07/the-magus-of-shepperton-some-thoughts-on-j-g-ballard/): By: Albert Hall J.G. Ballard, who died in April 2009, at the age of seventy eight, was one of the most brilliant and imaginative writers of modern times. His formative experience occurred in China. He was brought up in a... - [Poem: My only light](https://literaryyard.com/2016/09/06/poem-my-only-light/): By: Milt Montague the blinds are tightly shut to keep out the bright sun i burrow down into my chair for comfort a computer light the only illumination my mindscreen comes alive buzzing with ephemeral ideas one seems the most... - [Poem: My new friend](https://literaryyard.com/2016/09/06/poem-my-new-friend/): By: Milt Montague as I left my home this morning I was greeted by a new friend exuding waves of love and warmth hundreds of tiny florets dressed in passionate pink made into a baseball sized flower each one sitting... - [Poem: Difference demolished](https://literaryyard.com/2016/09/04/poem-difference-demolished/): By: Sunil Sharma In a fluid world away from this one of stricter boundaries float creatures otherwise denied and banished from the kingdom of the Homo sapiens, the ones evolved the varied specimens interact in a scene not possible real-time... - [Story: The Blue Moon Hotel](https://literaryyard.com/2016/09/04/story-the-blue-moon-hotel/): By: emon.nc The water would recede, but the stench would linger on. A cold, damp, hopeless stench that Neharika hated so much. Every time the murky brown water rushed through the doors of blue moon hotel, Neharika would feel fretful.... - [Poem: Noise from humanity's 1st Perimetrium construction activity](https://literaryyard.com/2016/09/04/poem-noise-from-humanitys-1st-perimetrium-construction-activity/): By: Chuck Orloski The Garden of Eden Dow neither rose nor fell and Eve’s income never surpassed $100 grand. Methinks she got a bad rap from I AM WHO AM’s publicity staff, underwriters, and Heaven’s D.O.J. Why all she ever asked... - [Poem: Where is the rain?](https://literaryyard.com/2016/09/04/poem-where-is-the-rain/): By: Abhijeet Deshmukh The sun is obscured by a cloud The thunder you can hear aloud The clouds race to be the first To a mountain that will make them burst This joy of rain we have known for ages We’ve... - [Poem: Sleep Well my Son and Dry your Tears](https://literaryyard.com/2016/09/04/poem-sleep-well-my-son-and-dry-your-tears/): By: Eliah Medina Sleep well my son and dry your tears, I know you are hurting, it will be over soon. We will soar again with the gods for countless years. We flew from the labyrinth of death and fears Flying... - [Poem: Killing Hope at the Harper Valley P.T.A.](https://literaryyard.com/2016/09/04/poem-killing-hope-at-the-harper-valley-p-t-a/): By: Chuck Orloski Boiling days of July 2016, school’s out, American kids ushered to Grandpa’s inflatable pool and Smiley’s Day Care Center at $300.00 per week. Sedated, weary, Mrs. Johnson sat in back row of Harper Valley Junior High auditorium.... - [Poem: Edee](https://literaryyard.com/2016/09/04/poem-edee/): By: Robert A. Davies She blessed us when we came a lady in her 80s bent over, face wrinkled a voice sweet and thin. We had come for strawberries. She directed us to the farthest field. Again she blessed us.... - [Story: Autumn Leave Taking](https://literaryyard.com/2016/09/04/story-autumn-leave-taking/): By: William T. Hathaway Bracing against gusts of wind, I splash through puddles and crush red-orange-yellow leaves that splotch the sidewalk to the radiologist’s office. There I drink the barium cocktail and slide into the CAT scan ring; the machine... - [Story: Turkish Delight](https://literaryyard.com/2016/08/15/story-turkish-delight/): By: Gaither Stewart His dark face projected toward the rain-blurred windshield, Ibrahim’s body was unusually stiff and erect. The powerful windshield wipers slashed relentlessly but ineffectively at the unyielding rain while the constant splash from the intense traffic on the... - [Palestine—Hymn OR Dirge](https://literaryyard.com/2016/08/15/palestine-hymn-or-dirge/): GATE OF THE SUN– A Novel by Elias Khoury By Gaither Stewart (Rome) On this hot Italian late afternoon, after over a week inside the literary work entitled Gate of the Sun, I am still wandering in the gossamer framework... - [Innocence](https://literaryyard.com/2016/08/15/innocence/): “Нужно иметь сердце, чтобы понять!” (One needs heart to understand) By Gaither Stewart (Rome) In his novel, The Idiot, Dostoevsky wrote that beauty can save the world, admitting however that “beauty is difficult to judge … and is a riddle.”... - [Poem: I Hear the Music](https://literaryyard.com/2016/08/15/poem-i-hear-the-music/): By: Neil Creighton When these limbs were strong, when ears were young and clear, when each day was unblinkingly bright, much grand music I could not hear. Now they hear a vast symphony from stars traversing the night, and these declining... - [Poem: the demise](https://literaryyard.com/2016/08/15/poem-the-demise/): By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick this is the beginning this is the end the blueprint initiates the transition why am i here no purpose do i serve void of contentment restless from the urge the answer has been apparent distinct for... - [Poem: The Walls](https://literaryyard.com/2016/08/15/poem-the-walls-2/): By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick she shuddered upon entering the room it was just like any other room not memorable at all not the color of the walls if there were pictures or knick-knacks what the furniture looked like which pieces... - [Story: Between the Lines](https://literaryyard.com/2016/08/15/story-borders/): By: Christiane Demack Armenia, c. 600 C.E. I paced back and forth inside my chamber, stopping only to look out the window anxiously before resuming my restless pacing. The sun was setting, an orange glint on the castle walls. The... - [Poem: For Pythia](https://literaryyard.com/2016/08/15/poem-for-pythia/): By: Satish Verma In suddenness, I will write a poem for you. You had stopped at the outset, like a black moon opening up perfervidly. Remote from the oneness of life, a flame leapt up to ignite the process of... - [Poem: The Walls](https://literaryyard.com/2016/08/15/poem-the-walls/): By: Satish Verma Something to leave for you. Don’t pull the other end of the string. Dedicated to the invincible, I raise a toast for a theorist, for not calling me back. Shall I move away from the road overflowing with... - [Poem: Untitled](https://literaryyard.com/2016/08/15/poem-untitled-2/): By: Satish Verma The triangle― right-angled. Pythagorean I would never find the center. An absence gnaws at me. Standing in dark I start a talkathon with walls. Strically, I reverse the numbers. Fires start. I am still reading the page,... - [Poem: My City](https://literaryyard.com/2016/08/15/poem-my-city/): By: Sandeep Kumar Mishra My city has dazzling appearance Its days are sweating labours The nights are stiffly precarious Malls, palaces, shops, skyscrapers All things are but only a granite museum People came from unknown places Growing day by day like... - [Poem: This Bud’s For You](https://literaryyard.com/2016/07/21/poem-this-buds-for-you/): By: Catherine McGuire Inside the Green Cross boutique, white walls, clean lines of an optometrist’s glass and steel you can’t afford us counters; soft, sleek lamps spotlight glass cylinders, discrete labels: Headband, Girl Scout Cookies, Blueberry Haze. Young budistas cheerfully advise.... - [Poem: Triage Your Pockets](https://literaryyard.com/2016/07/21/poem-triage-your-pockets/): from a mis-read headline By: Catherine McGuire   The portable dust-bunnies need no help. Snuggle-lint nests in corners of my flannel jacket; they feed off the lining. Don’t worry. The rain-dyed wooden clothespins like hobos seeking shelter are merely misdirected —... - [The Beautiful Pocono Mountains and the Beloved of Allah](https://literaryyard.com/2016/07/21/the-beautiful-pocono-mountains-and-the-beloved-of-allah/): By: Chuck Orloski Late Friday evening, July 15, I tuned into CNN and learned about the astonishing Turkey military coup attempt. In awe, given Turkey’s key strategic NATO membership and its hard nosed intelligence service in league with the mighty CIA... - [Clean Air, Water, Soil, and Invoices Away!](https://literaryyard.com/2016/07/17/clean-air-water-soil-and-invoices-away/): By: Chuck Orloski “Pretend that you owe me nothing, and all the world is green,” Tom Waits, from the L.P., “Blood Money.” In December 1989, two months married, I shared good news with my lovely bride Carol. After a job search... - [Poem: Requiem, June 8, 1967](https://literaryyard.com/2016/07/17/poem-requiem-june-8-1967/): By: Chuck Orloski That day in the Mediterranean Sea, Jonah took leave of the whale belly and exited his reconnaissance trance. Upon surfacing, the USS Liberty afire, and Jonah heard no thunder from D.C. High above the American dead, Jonah saw... - [Poem: Carry your own cross](https://literaryyard.com/2016/07/16/poem-carry-your-own-cross/): By: Linda M Crate   you wanted me to crucify my dreams and hopes and aspirations to be content living behind the walls of dead dreams believing in the vanity of scorn and judgment, but i could not be death... - [Poem: i won't sacrifice myself anymore](https://literaryyard.com/2016/07/16/poem-i-wont-sacrifice-myself-anymore/): By: Linda M Crate   i can be soft as petals, but i can be cutting as thorns; gave you my worst and my best thought inbetween the scars we both had that we could find this thing that is... - [Poem: The Secret](https://literaryyard.com/2016/06/28/poem-the-secret/): By: L.D. Diem I never thought about killing myself until I imagined losing my daughter to some horrible disease seeing her deteriorate like I did my father- for eight years of his life it was something my 23 year old self... - [Story: The Man in the Gorilla Mask](https://literaryyard.com/2016/06/28/story-the-man-in-the-gorilla-mask/): By: S.D. Lavender After breakfast, before she left for work, Doris went into the living room of her suburban St. Louis home where her husband Milton sat on the couch in his kimono eating a bowl of Captain Crunch. “Honey, listen... - [Poem: The Gorilla Lady](https://literaryyard.com/2016/06/28/poem-the-gorilla-lady/): By: Zunayet Ahammed The night sky calls me To see her sapphire The deep dark forest requests me To be his bosom The lonely clouds offer me To soar very high In the naked heaven Only you don’t ask me... - [Poem: No Place To Go](https://literaryyard.com/2016/06/28/poem-no-place-to-go/): By: Zunayet Ahammed Symphony is fading away afar Tigers in us bawling Seeing tube-roses weeping In the infertile land of spring. We visualize the pretensions and nakedness Of those so-called men who’ve gone “faludha” Now a days No rosy rain... - [A Reflection of Anita Desai’s Thematic Concerns in the Novel, The Village by the Sea](https://literaryyard.com/2016/06/23/a-reflection-of-anita-desais-thematic-concerns-in-the-novel-the-village-by-the-sea/): By: Indunil Madhusankha ABSTRACT Garlanded with universal appreciation, Anita Desai is one of the most distinguished Indo-English writers of the post-colonial era. Her contribution towards the contemporary Indian English novel has been well acclaimed by the far flung literary community both... - [Poem: Memories For Sale](https://literaryyard.com/2016/06/16/poem-memories-for-sale/): By: Susan Speranza Five years of memories for sale by owner. Better yet, free to a good home. I need to clean out the rooms of my life where joy once roamed and promises hung like sacred lanterns, guiding our way... - [Poem: Rey Mysterio is Never Alone](https://literaryyard.com/2016/06/16/poem-rey-mysterio-is-never-alone/): By: Michael Chin Rey Mysterio, five-foot-six, professional wrestling’s littlest star, presses his masked forehead to the forehead of children in the crowd on his way to the ring. He whispered to each one variations on the same message. Not words of... - [Poem: The Warrior's Run](https://literaryyard.com/2016/06/16/poem-the-warriors-run/): By: Michael Chin The Ultimate Warrior used to run to the ring. Long hair waving behind him. Fist pumping. And I pumped my fist too. At the spectacle. At the intensity. At the explosion. Ten, fifteen years later, when he’d... - [Story: Excalibur Magic](https://literaryyard.com/2016/06/16/story-excalibur-magic/): By: Wylie Strout  Frankie and his mom peer through the den window as they hear a van starting up the driveway with “Excalibur Magic” printed on its side in large letters which glitter wildly in the sun’s rays. Long, stiff, tuxedoed legs... - [Gary Beck's Poetry Collection 'Perceptions' Out](https://literaryyard.com/2016/06/16/gary-becks-poetry-collection-perceptions-out/): Perceptions is a poetry collection that challenges many of our attitudes and values, showing us many of our concerns that grow more troubled in these difficult times. Here is what Gary Beck says about his poetry collection: Disasters of our... - [Poem: Path of the Berry](https://literaryyard.com/2016/06/10/poem-path-of-the-berry/): By: F. Poussin  Is it so wrong begging to follow the path of the berry so tender, so plump and so full of its nectar, as she sinks her pearls in the flesh delectable, so mysterious of many savors, born in... - [Poem: Seeking completion](https://literaryyard.com/2016/06/10/poem-seeking-completion/): By: F. Poussin  Focused inward to a reality unseen, privileged, puerile, the towel dowsed in the shower’s summer rain is dry. Impossible, illusory, farther as it might be close, a quake sudden, fast rotation, the jerk to a better realm. Behind... - [Poem: Casting the die](https://literaryyard.com/2016/06/10/poem-casting-the-die/): By: F. Poussin  The odd die is cast, for it is not of six sides; only two options will emerge from the drunken roll. A yes or a zero, no maybe nor perhaps; The gray areas will be white or they... - [The Rise and Fall of Nations : Ten Rules of Change in the Post](https://literaryyard.com/2016/06/05/the-rise-and-fall-of-nations-ten-rules-of-change-in-the-post/): Ruchir Sharma who is head of emerging markets at Morgan Stanley is back with his latest book “The Rise and Fall of Nations : Ten Rules of Change in the Post“. The book gives you a different perspective of the... - ['Ayodhya Revisited' tries to reinvent the Babri dispute](https://literaryyard.com/2016/06/05/ayodhya-revisited-tries-to-reinvent-the-babri-dispute/): ‘Ayodhya Revisited’ is a new work in town on the history’s biggest dispute – Ayodhya’s Ram Janam Bhoomi. The book written by Kunal Kishore claims that the ‘Babri Mosque’ on the ‘Ram Janam Bhoomi’ temple was never built by Babur,... - [Literary Analysis of Robert Frost Poetry](https://literaryyard.com/2016/06/04/literary-analysis-of-robert-frost-poetry/): By: Moss Who was Robert Frost? He was the most popular American poet of the twentieth century. Robert Frost was born in San Francisco in 1874. In 1912, he moved to England where his first volumes were published to great acclaim.... - [Poem: Lascaux II.](https://literaryyard.com/2016/06/04/poem-lascaux-ii/): By: Neil Creighton It is a facsimile, but few galleries are more beautiful. There is a hush, a sense of the sacred. In the dim light the walls shimmer with copies of artwork, walls and ceiling covered with confident boldness of... - [Poem: On the F Train](https://literaryyard.com/2016/06/03/poem-on-the-f-train/): By: Adreyo Sen On the F Train she is yet another prisoner straitjacketed by Pink North Face, her anxious hands cuffed by anxiety, McDonalds imprisoning the slender cheekbones her once tender husband teased would shatter his heart. Her eyes dulled are... - [Review: 'Destiny of Shattered Dreams' by Nilesh Rathod](https://literaryyard.com/2016/06/02/review-destiny-of-shattered-dreams-by-nilesh-rathod/): People often enjoy tales told by insiders. ‘Destiny of Shattered Dreams’ is one such story that reveals the results of unbridled greed, uncontrolled lust and deep-rooted arrogance of a businessman – Atul Shyamlal Malhotra. He’s ambitious. He’s arrogant. He’s corrupt.... - [Poem: Rummager](https://literaryyard.com/2016/06/02/poem-rummager/): By: Angelica Fuse He moves, travels through his own world of cast off goods Some would say he has wings on his back, a guardian angel sent here to test our faith in humanity I just say he smells like piss. - [Story: Notes From a Nazi Assassin](https://literaryyard.com/2016/06/02/story-notes-from-a-nazi-assassin/): By: Ruth Deming My name is Hans Ulbrecht. At age eighty-nine I cry myself to sleep every night. I have never married. How could I? My kin would have the DNA of a once-despised Nazi assassin. When I was twenty-two,... - [Poem: Diabetes Versus Mom's Brownies](https://literaryyard.com/2016/06/02/poem-diabetes-versus-moms-brownies/): By: Ruth Deming No, it’s not in the family no, I’m not overweight no, I don’t drink soda or eat Tastykakes. It was the lithium that did it ruined my kidneys those impeccable filters that keep our insides clean Up... - [Poem: Lavender Carpet](https://literaryyard.com/2016/06/02/poem-lavender-carpet/): By: Ruth Deming I sat on the living room floor studying the swatch books Perhaps we could carpet my bedroom with both the pink that was the color of a cat’s tongue and the lavender like ballooning pants worn in... - [Poem: Death of a Tree](https://literaryyard.com/2016/06/02/poem-death-of-a-tree/): By: Ruth Deming She stood at attention watching the cars along Terwood Road Each year she grew a little taller better views the snowman with the silly stick arms the covered over swimming pool awaiting its day Tulip Tree took it... - [Poem: broken porcelain](https://literaryyard.com/2016/05/26/poem-broken-porcelain/): By: Linda M Crate i’m no longer your porcelain princess won’t break since you dropped me because i’ve found beauty in the peaces of my soul you never truly saw me as my beautiful reality only for the depth of... - [Poem: At the Keats-Shelley House, Rome](https://literaryyard.com/2017/11/24/poem-at-the-keats-shelley-house-rome/): By: James Aitchison I rambled on down the Spanish Steps one day And found the house. The voluptuous guide Made me wonder: Was she in love with the dead? Her eyes seemed to kiss the portrait of Keats, His frail face... - [Story: Crush](https://literaryyard.com/2017/11/23/story-crush/): By: Sam Reilly When Mom grounded me for smoking dope, I snuck out and ended up at Cori’s, where I got drunk and asked her to pierce my ear. She numbed my lobe with an ice cube. Then she stuck me.... - [Story: Trash](https://literaryyard.com/2017/11/23/story-trash/): By: Sam Reilly   The first item they pulled from our garbage was a used condom. Then they threw it at one another. By the time the trash men reached the last house on the last street—our house—they were routinely hammered.... - [Story: Raggmopp](https://literaryyard.com/2017/11/23/story-raggmopp/): By: Kathryn M. Hamilton Because the sun peeked through the window beside her at just the wrong angle, Raggmopp had to squint to see downstairs, though as she squatted at the top of the stairway listening to the noises coming from... - [Poem: Stuck](https://literaryyard.com/2017/11/22/poem-stuck/): By: Gale Acuff Miss Hooker is my girlfriend in my dream and I’m on one knee proposing, my right because my left is bad but if it took a little more pain to pop it I would, that’s how much I... - [Poem: Crime of Passion](https://literaryyard.com/2017/11/22/poem-crime-of-passion/): By: Gale Acuff In the middle of her story about Jesus bringing Lazarus back to life I fell in love with Miss Hooker, she’s my Sunday School teacher and death’s hard enough to live with but to think that it will... - [Poem: Worthy](https://literaryyard.com/2017/11/22/poem-worthy/): By: Gary Van Haas How Noble Are We… Who move our brothers & sisters to battle, Bone, blood and flesh lay ridden o’er the fields. How Noble Are We… To live in conjecture and false premise, allowing blackened politicians rule... - [Story: The Glory & The Dead](https://literaryyard.com/2017/11/21/story-the-glory-the-dead/): By: Gary Van Haas And Mars the God of War awoke from his slumber sensing the impending doom, and gazed grimly at the blood-red sunset descending over scorched earth where a chilling wind howled through bowed grass over the Tunisian... - [Poem: How things are now](https://literaryyard.com/2017/11/21/poem-how-things-are-now/): By: Lorna Wood Now when I wake up and see the sun, relentlessly bright on the leaves, it glares a threat as I remember. When I write, I must ask myself, Will this help? When I play music, the same. When... - [Poem: A Diet of Worms](https://literaryyard.com/2017/11/20/poem-a-diet-of-worms/): By: Rob Chirico My books on magic? The Waite, the Yeats, the Blavatsky? All gone. After all, what is magic but the art of making things disappear. My feat was not art of artifice, it was truth. And, truth be told,... - [Story: A Once Forgotten Soul](https://literaryyard.com/2017/11/20/story-a-once-forgotten-soul/): By CJ Vermote April 2016 Steve – Today is a very exciting day. As I stand here looking out of the window watching cars drive by, going here or there, none of them are important…only she matters. Thankfully the sun... - [Then There's Only One Choice](https://literaryyard.com/2017/11/20/then-theres-only-one-choice/): This month marks the 70th anniversary of the death of Wolfgang Borchert, a young German writer who was seriously wounded in World War II then imprisoned for resistance activities. Physically destroyed, he lived only two years after the war. During... - [Poem: Lupine Rules...and How to Break Them](https://literaryyard.com/2017/11/20/poem-lupine-rules-and-how-to-break-them/): By: Adrian Slonaker Wolves should be snarlingly brutal, not pining meekly for your meaty feet shod with Earth shoes. Wolf-tails shouldn’t wag when wolf-ears are stroked by your bloodstone- and onyx-ringed fingers. Wolves should display dominance, not yielding to tameness when... - [Poem: Dusty at the Dentist](https://literaryyard.com/2017/11/20/poem-dusty-at-the-dentist/): By: Adrian Slonaker Peering at a prosaic painting on the ceiling, I want to tap my digits to Dusty Springfield while I’m on my back, and my chompers get scraped to panda-eyed pathos. The chanteuse wants to stay awhile, but months... - [Story: The Bizarre Dating Ritual of Two Urban Geographical Nuts](https://literaryyard.com/2017/11/17/story-the-bizarre-dating-ritual-of-two-urban-geographical-nuts/): By: Eliza Mimski I met my partner at a Fourth of July party given by a friend. He was tall and good-looking and we enjoyed talking to each other. Both of us got off on knowing little factoids about our city... - [Arthur Miller’s Death of a Salesman, a victim of Capitalism](https://literaryyard.com/2017/11/17/arthur-millers-death-of-a-salesman-a-victim-of-capitalism/): By: Mohammad Jashim Uddin Arthur Asher Miller, worldwide known as Arthur Miller, is considered as the best playwright of 20th century literature. He was born on 17 October, 1915 in New York. In his plays, he combined social awareness with... - [When a wanderer meets a pilgrim: A Mathematical Fiction](https://literaryyard.com/2017/11/16/when-a-wanderer-meets-a-pilgrim-a-mathematical-fiction/): By: Aruna Subramanian If there is any subject that would kindle interest in almost all souls in the universe, that is love. However, it is not the case when it comes to mathematics. It remains a dreadful subject to many.... - [Poem: An American Road Trip](https://literaryyard.com/2017/11/08/poem-an-american-road-trip/): By: Jami Miller A solar eclipse lassoed my windshield to Colorado flowers lingering on I-70, while the interstate whispered, “escape,” and Atlanta hid in a corner of my rearview. I chose to chase the sun and run from the moon through... - [Poem: Death Does Not Cry](https://literaryyard.com/2017/11/08/poem-death-does-not-cry/): By: Jami Miller I have learned how to bow down to tombstones from all the skeletons who have undressed before me, the headless dandelions that snuck away with the wind, and the carnations thrown under the skin of the earth. I... - [There Are No Androids Just Electric Sheep](https://literaryyard.com/2017/11/07/there-are-no-androids-just-electric-sheep/): By: Robert Bermudez It has always been a crazy world – do not let anyone tell you different. Confusion, uncertainty and outright chaos have been more the norm than the exception since Adam and Eve strolled around that famous garden. Even... - [Story: Imprint of a Promise](https://literaryyard.com/2017/11/04/story-imprint-of-a-promise/): By: Brandy Montilione I watch from across the street, half of me hidden behind a street lamp preferring to remain a voyeur, the other half highlighted by the mid-day sun yearning to be seen. In between the endless stream of delivery... - [Poem: Best of both worlds](https://literaryyard.com/2017/11/04/poem-best-of-both-worlds/): By: Milt Montague clusters of apartment houses once found only in the city now appearing in the suburbs huddled together for protection the metropolis moves to the burbs offering apartment house services to tenants in a small town environment no... - [Poem: a funny bird](https://literaryyard.com/2017/11/04/poem-a-funny-bird/): By: Milt Montague the ostrich is a funny bird seemingly put together from odds and ends or leftover parts two long skinny legs a neck to match sticking out of a football shaped body lush black/white wing feathers larger more... - [Poem: I Pity The Man Who Loves You](https://literaryyard.com/2017/11/04/poem-i-pity-the-man-who-loves-you/): By: Paulo Lorenzo L. Garcia  I pity the man who will love you when I’m through. Late at night, he’ll catch your restless eyes peeping through the roof for stars I named after you and when he follows each star from... - [Poem: Stardust](https://literaryyard.com/2017/11/04/poem-stardust/): By: Paulo Lorenzo L. Garcia You’re like a star So near, yet so far and I am a starburst Of white-hot rage cursing the horizon dividing us two and once snuffed out by senile rage our story begins anew I have... - [Poem: To Catch A Dream](https://literaryyard.com/2017/11/04/poem-to-catch-a-dream/): By: Paulo Lorenzo L. Garcia Walking through the train station on a hard day’s night I see her bob cut brush short of her shoulders. From behind I could make out a smile that fanned from one ear to the other... - [Poem: Lions](https://literaryyard.com/2017/11/04/poem-lions/): By: Isabelle Kenyon Flattened fur and dampened spirits, bodies too large to take refuge in long grass – you lie defeated, resigned but waiting. With eyes of fire you watch for prey.   - [Poem: The Whale](https://literaryyard.com/2017/11/04/poem-the-whale/): By: Isabelle Kenyon Great clouds gather, hang like rotten fruit, Peppering the waves with their sour perfume. Salt–drizzled iceberg tickled by an arched bough a mermaid tail, somersaulting through Ocean’s silence, body twisting, Commanding the tides.     - [Story: Step of the Cat](https://literaryyard.com/2017/11/04/story-step-of-the-cat/): By: Jamie Kahn When I was a young teenager, my sister and I began noticing that around our neighborhood, there was a black cat that often appeared in peoples’ yards and bushes, hiding away and darting whenever he saw a person.... - [Story: Penultimate](https://literaryyard.com/2017/11/02/story-penultimate/): By: Andrew J. Gleason  I have decided to kill myself. Know that it is not out of love or sadness that I perform this most heinous act but because I chose it over the alternative, for that seems far, far... - [Poem: For Old Time’s Sake](https://literaryyard.com/2017/11/02/poem-for-old-times-sake/): By: Ian Fletcher They bump into each other after thirty-five years at the funeral of a friend from university days whom cancer has taken from the world too soon. They’re both staying over so have arranged to chill that evening over... - [Poem: Honey's](https://literaryyard.com/2017/11/01/poem-honeys/): By: Ricky Garni There is a bar named Honey’s that makes a delicious and exotic cocktail that uses filtered ocean water from Montauk in its recipe. Even though it sounds interesting and inspired, I am afraid to try it because... - [Poem: Waking Up, Post-Surgery](https://literaryyard.com/2017/11/01/poem-waking-up-post-surgery/): By: Alyssa Trivett Newspaper cutout men danced in my head, my stomach bowling pin quakes, sits, stays, rolls over to machine beep symphonies. Bedpans slam-dance. I spy faint figures in hospital garbs; the ghosts of my dreams, as I see stars.... - [Poem: Waiting for a Train to Pass](https://literaryyard.com/2017/11/01/poem-waiting-for-a-train-to-pass/): By: Alyssa Trivett We sit in our pill-bottles, dormant like vampires during daytime laundry cycles, scurrying away from our own heads with running thoughts ceiling fan spinning above us. Lawnmowers in front of me shake, hardware store paint cans. The horizon... - [The Guide](https://literaryyard.com/2017/10/30/the-guide/): By: Balu George The Oneness of all things God is the taste in water, the radiance of the moon, the snow on mountain tops, and the twinkle in the baby’s eyes. God is the body, the hair, the feet and... - [Story: Honour](https://literaryyard.com/2017/10/29/story-honour/): By: Tahira Z. “It’s time to leave, Meera. Are you ready?” Meera’s mother, Mrs. Joseph knocked on her door. Meera opened the door, wiping the tears forming at the corners of her eyes. Her mind continued to replay the incident... - [Story: A Flickering Light](https://literaryyard.com/2017/10/28/story-a-flickering-light/): By: Daginne Aignend She feels restless, tensed, without a reason actually just nervous and twitchy. It was the time of the day they call the twilight zone when daylight slowly fades into total darkness. A deep resonant sound rumbles in the... - [Story: Paper Wings](https://literaryyard.com/2017/10/28/story-paper-wings/): By: T.R. Healy Travers scarcely got across the suspension bridge when the top of the Chesterton Column appeared in a corner of the windshield. He winced. Just a shade over a hundred feet, the marble obelisk was built shortly after the... - [Poem: In The Moment On The River](https://literaryyard.com/2017/10/28/poem-in-the-moment-on-the-river/): By: G. Louis Heath I am looking at the motorboats racing up And down, going nowhere it seems, in the Pursuit of pleasure. This is recreation on The mighty river that runs through my town. I sit on a bench... - [Poem: Sky Horses Of Ancient Myth](https://literaryyard.com/2017/10/28/poem-sky-horses-of-ancient-myth/): By: G. Louis Heath A phalanx of muscular, gray cloud gazes Dimly on my day. I hear thunderbirds Behind the thunderheads. Or maybe they Are chariots roaring out of Rome, drawn By sky horses. Yes, more like that. I think... - [Poem: My Children’s Snow Men](https://literaryyard.com/2017/10/28/poem-my-childrens-snow-men/): By: G. Louis Heath The sky that Sunday spring evening Curdled burnt-orange and salmon pink Against a canopy of blue, a motley sky Over fugitive snow, so evanescent as to Defy my sense of what is. Snow takes Its leave,... - [Poem: Pure Gold](https://literaryyard.com/2017/10/28/poem-pure-gold/): By: Lynn White We were the pure gold people. The golden generation of bouncing baby boomers who had it all, the best music, the most fun and the security and optimism of a golden future. Now we have had our... - [Poem: Shaken Not Stirred](https://literaryyard.com/2017/10/28/poem-shaken-not-stirred/): By: Lynn White These people here, those people there. What do they know. What do they care. What will touch their little lives, to move them, shake them, disarrange them. What will pinch them, wake them, make them sit up,... - [Poem: Uniforms](https://literaryyard.com/2017/10/28/poem-uniforms/): By: Lynn White What shall I be, soldier, sailor, clown, maybe. Grey suit, or blue, tailored jacket, short skirt. Hippie, maybe. Now there’s a uniform! Everyone different, not conforming. But, wearing the same signs, the signifiers, of non conformity. The badges... - [Quadriga](https://literaryyard.com/2017/10/27/quadriga/): By: Gaither Stewart A five-meter tall resplendent Quadriga sculpture tops the Brandenburg Gate in Berlin, the Arc de Triomphe in Paris, the Wellington Arch in London, The Bolshoy Theater in Moscow, the Victor Emmanuel Monument in Rome, and other important... - [Poem: I Hear Her Calling](https://literaryyard.com/2017/10/27/poem-i-hear-her-calling/): By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick My mind, body weary Fitful sleep night after night I hear her calling me Unable to determine from whence comes her voice Echoing through my mind Through tall weeds I thrust Against the current I swim... - [Poem: Nothing To Say To the World](https://literaryyard.com/2017/10/26/poem-nothing-to-say-to-the-world/): By: Grant Guy His eyes have nothing to say to the world And they are very happy that way thank you very much His eyes have turned a dead man’s eyes Looking at us and away from us If they... - [Poem: I Drink Hard Enough When I Am Sober](https://literaryyard.com/2017/10/26/poem-i-drink-hard-enough-when-i-am-sober/): By: Grant Guy I drink hard enough when I am sober And I burn all my bridges And I know there’s a woman out there Who loves me & I will never love her This is known facts to me But... - [Poem #8](https://literaryyard.com/2017/10/26/poem-8/): By: Grant Guy I am a nowhere I am everywhere I am with you from your first breath to your last I am with for your needs I have no hand to lend I am not your friend I don’t give... - [Poem: Couldn't be your puppet](https://literaryyard.com/2017/10/26/poem-couldnt-be-your-puppet/): By: Linda M Crate do you know what a relief it is to be free? probably not as you’ve always been a slave to your own desires and your lusts splintering into the skin of dreamers with your nightmares, but... - [Poem: no more than stepping stones](https://literaryyard.com/2017/10/26/poem-no-more-than-stepping-stones/): By: Linda M Crate majestic as a unicorn, and every bit as tempermental; i will gore anyone who tries to steal the magic of others because light must come from within you cannot ascertain it from shattering others, splintering them... - [Poem: lost moon song](https://literaryyard.com/2017/10/26/poem-lost-moon-song/): By: Linda M Crate they say those who cannot see magic will never find it perhaps that’s why i’m always lost in a crowded room there’s never anyone who can see me i slip past the crowd like a ghost... - [Story: Baseballer](https://literaryyard.com/2017/10/26/story-baseballer/): By: Sasheera Gounden “Hey batter, batter, batter,” screams Corey Apple. It’s the Red Socks’ ninth inning and I’m Ted Williams. God hands you sugar in the form of American baseball. The sport is tempting with the fans and hot cheerleaders... - [40 Days of Waiting](https://literaryyard.com/2017/10/24/40-days-of-waiting/): By: Mohana Gill It was a day like any other day, nothing special. She fed all the children breakfast; there were five to be fed and her husband. As with every breakfast, there was the usual chatter, arguments over who wanted... - [Definitions: The Proletariat](https://literaryyard.com/2017/10/24/definitions-the-proletariat/): By: Gaither Stewart “Suppose that some great disaster were to sweep ten million families out to sea and leave ‘em on a desert island to starve and rot. That would be … an act of God, maybe. But suppose a... - [Poem: A volcano](https://literaryyard.com/2017/10/24/poem-a-volcano/): By: Debasis Tripathy Vengeance she seeks. The agony of being dormant, The anxiety, the insult. A breath of fresh air is all she desires. The force from within, The disquietude, the suppression, Pregnant with a wild expectation, She disobeys, she... - [Poem: Pair of swans](https://literaryyard.com/2017/10/24/poem-pair-of-swans/): By: Debasis Tripathy Woven together in thread of life we are, Our nest built in a village of dreams afar. Familiar with each other before birth, We fly along, our feet unoften on Earth, Together we sail, along an undivided... - [Poem: Morry and the bear](https://literaryyard.com/2017/10/24/poem-morry-and-the-bear/): By: Milt Montague harken to this tale of a friend of a friend……. home from the terror of the war scarred from many wounds almost whole again facing life alone disgusted with civilization it’s wars and politics posturing and outright... - [Story: Out of Place](https://literaryyard.com/2017/10/24/story-out-of-place/): By: Adam Kluger It was a snowy Saturday and I was headed to King Carol Record store on the Upper East Side to check out what new albums were in. Zig-Zag Records was nearby so I could swing by there as... - [Poem: Your Body Is A Marching People](https://literaryyard.com/2017/10/24/poem-your-body-is-a-marching-people/): By: Mendes Biondo I dreamed of us and we were two and we were many we called each other with the name of a people I dreamed of our steps the sand in the eyes the drinking finished into water bottles... - [Story: Everything passes](https://literaryyard.com/2017/10/16/story-everything-passes/): By: Balu George If you look at social network profiles, People are happy and upbeat one day, Sad and downcast the next day. I guess that is how life is. Joy arises, grows and dies, To be replaced by sadness,... - [Poem: Justice for Kian](https://literaryyard.com/2017/10/12/poem-justice-for-kian/): By: April Mae M. Berza There is a love for the mother of metaphors but is there a metaphor for a mother’s love? Kian’s mom is an OFW who cried all day and mourned all night when the premature news about... - [Poem: Juke Joint](https://literaryyard.com/2017/10/12/poem-juke-joint/): By: Ryan Quinn Flanagan juke into the end zone juke the music out of boxes I find it hard to believe the government toppled over without a little help, usually from other governments, your frenemies are most helpful that way (I... - [Poem: A Man Who Longs to be a Thesaurus](https://literaryyard.com/2017/10/12/poem-a-man-who-longs-to-be-a-thesaurus/): By: Ryan Quinn Flanagan Your eyes are cove familiar binoculars of a particular leering dilated sentiments from broken mason jars the centuries between us a simple jump rope nobody can seem to master and you are not dead because my mind... - [Story: Double Jeopardy](https://literaryyard.com/2017/10/11/story-double-jeopardy/): By: Nick Gallup Nigger Lover. I hated the words, and so did Constance, but she dismissed the hate mail that called her that and ignored the accompanying threats. “My God, Ford, I’ve been getting those letters for years. If they... - [Poem: A Conversation I Heard](https://literaryyard.com/2017/10/10/poem-a-conversation-i-heard/): By: Andrew Openshaw We’re in a decadent spiral He claims. How dare you threaten all we’ve made With your lousy, languishing, Liberal ways. Look around you man, There’s no experience here. Granted there is a lot of Fear But entertainment... - [Poem: Notes Towards The Sickness](https://literaryyard.com/2017/10/10/poem-notes-towards-the-sickness/): By: Andrew Openshaw Beyond the realm of the insane Lies a place for those who Wait. A fated chasm, behind the Eyes, where burning fires radiate. It is there the wheel of thought Transcends, life’s objective view Stops and ends —... - [Poem: Led to Slaughter, Chicago Style](https://literaryyard.com/2017/10/10/poem-led-to-slaughter-chicago-style/): By: Keith Moul “Modern travel: convenient speed”: Railroad Promotion latter 19th century. Amid squeals cattle came along as well. Destined to the center of stink, ever rising, to be butchered, rendered down to hooves. Miasma grew inland from Lake Michigan, emitted... - [Poem: Darling Honey](https://literaryyard.com/2017/10/10/poem-darling-honey/): By: Keith Moul Across the bow blows a divine wind, the kamikaze. A battle at sea teaches us about God; and God burns His image in the minds of the living; God incinerates the dead, so often leaving boiling blood as... - [Dr. Najib: A Sketch of A Man and A Country](https://literaryyard.com/2017/10/09/dr-najib-a-sketch-of-a-man-and-a-country/): By Gaither Stewart (ROME) When in 1978 the 31-year old Afghan Communist politician-activist, Mohammad Najibullah, arrived in Tehran, “exiled” to neighboring Iran as Afghanistan’s Ambassador, I had just left Iran where I had worked throughout the year of 1977. Najibullah’s... - [Eagle’s Eye: Life and Works of Farrukh Ahmed: A Cristal Analysis about a humanitarian poet](https://literaryyard.com/2017/09/20/eagles-eye-life-and-works-of-farrukh-ahmed-a-cristal-analysis-about-a-humanitarian-poet/): By: Mohammad Jashim Uddin Farrukh Ahmad is one of the most powerful poets of Bangla literature, and known as the Muslim Renaissance poet. He is also considered a humanitarian poet in Bangla like Kazi Nazrul Islam, national poet of Bangladesh.... - [Poem: Word Whisperers](https://literaryyard.com/2017/09/20/poem-word-whisperers/): By: Mary Bone Word Whisperers throughout the day Shout words also at night Over intercoms and loud speakers. Voices come at me From many directions. Ventriloquists are on street corners Playing mind games with passersby As they look over their shoulders... - [Story: Trump's Bathroom](https://literaryyard.com/2017/09/15/story-trumps-bathroom/): By: Adam Kluger McLeary was a New York City legend.  He was from an era that was long ago. Hard-drinking newsman. He covered the celebrity beat. His favorite film was The Sweet Smell of Success with Burt Lancaster and Tony Curtis.... - [Story: The Turtle](https://literaryyard.com/2017/09/15/story-the-turtle/): By: Adam Kluger Jacob Shellstein was an ordinary New York Dermatologist who enjoyed collecting stamps, studying birds, reading Revolutionary war books and treating his patients. When his wife had just about enough of their normal existence without the luxurious perks her... - [Story: The Mentor](https://literaryyard.com/2017/09/15/story-the-mentor/): By: Adam Kluger Brickhead wasn’t the stupidest, he was just a little bit slower than the other guys, I guess. It was my job to bring him up to speed on how things ran at the office. Over drinks was the... - [Story: ENFP](https://literaryyard.com/2017/09/15/story-enfp/): By: Adam Kluger “He’s an ENFP.” “Really?” “That’s what the tests show.” “Very rare” “Especially for this line of work” “Obama, Bubba–both ENFPs” “yeah, doesn’t mean a thing- so was Mark Twain, Oscar Wilde and Huxley.” “So you don’t think the... - [REVIEW: BABYLON FALLING by Gaither Stewart](https://literaryyard.com/2017/09/15/review-babylon-falling-by-gaither-stewart/): By Patrice Greanville Gaither Stewart’s Babylon Falling is unusual in that the author has assembled a collection of twenty-four plus one essays, thought pieces and articles, which, taken together, form a step-by-step intellectual autobiography that reflects and relates the story... - [Poem: Performers](https://literaryyard.com/2017/09/14/poem-performers/): By: Neelam Singh There’s a dark side to everyone No one is a perfect picture The outside world just doesn’t see it all The inner being, a stranger, an imposter We believe what we see Mind games are played treacherously... - [Story: The Wreckers](https://literaryyard.com/2017/09/14/story-the-wreckers/): By: JP Miller Being a wrecker and living in the Exumas can be a tough, invisible life. You go up and down the broken chain of Bahamian coral, day after day, trying to beat the natives to the good spots,... - [Eight Science Fiction Haiku](https://literaryyard.com/2017/09/14/eight-science-fiction-haiku/): By: Denny E. Marshall as the end is near college & pro football fans gather in end zone in car accident look over at boss and scream face gone – wires exposed ufo shape house thought design a great idea until... - ['Babylon Falling' by Gaither Stewart is Essays for Our Times](https://literaryyard.com/2017/09/08/babylon-falling-by-gaither-stewart-is-essays-for-our-times/): By: JP Miller In Babylon Falling, the latest offering from Gaither Stewart—his collection of political, philosophical, and useful existential essays is a didactic hammer and a simultaneous plea for common justice in the modern world of Capitalist hegemony. Just how absurd... - [Story: The Art Game](https://literaryyard.com/2017/09/07/story-the-art-game/): By: Adam Kluger In his dreams, Bugowski was making love passionately to a mysterious pale skinned woman with black hair, orange eyes and soft pink lips. When he awoke on the tattered couch he felt a pleasant caress on his face... - [Story: The Captain](https://literaryyard.com/2017/09/07/story-the-captain/): By: Adam Kluger “Come on KIRK–get it up and down already or we are going to miss the time slot,” the agitated TV Executive yelled into the edit-room. “You are making it difficult for me to do my job correctly,” he... - [Story: Anika](https://literaryyard.com/2017/09/07/story-anika/): By: Adam Kluger   “That was some serious stage craft” “Anika is a serious person” “I dig her” “Everybody does–you two should do work together. Anika knows everybody Downtown. “Yeah, I bet.” “Anika’s a firestorm.” “She’s like Brigid on rocket fuel.”... - [Story: Each other….](https://literaryyard.com/2017/09/07/story-each-other/): By emon nc Mr. and Mrs. Hitesh Kataria were definitely not made for each other. This was a rude and an insensitive statement to be made against any couple. But the man seated across the table, who made this remark,... - [Poem: We should surrender to His will](https://literaryyard.com/2017/09/04/poem-we-should-surrender-to-his-will/): By: Zunayet Ahammed Nothing moves and sings Nothing goes on Nothing’s shilly-shallying Without His sanction. The bright morning can’t come The night can’t approach A flower can’t come into bud A bird can’t soar into the sky The plane can’t... - [Poem: Tuff Gurl](https://literaryyard.com/2017/09/04/poem-tuff-gurl/): By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick Eight months plus six more, fourteen months of forever Once again, will her legs do their job Imagining herself standing, visualizing the first steps…slowly, one foot after the other No fairy dust or magic wand Only... - [Poem: Decision](https://literaryyard.com/2017/09/04/poem-decision/): By: Neelam Singh The wounded soul, dies each day The internal being withers away Being strong is part of survival routine But courage inside is failing me stigma and pain sting my frost-bitten soul binding my step to move forward... - [Story: New Finding](https://literaryyard.com/2017/09/04/story-new-finding/): By: Ramprasath Rengasamy If it was not that costly, the people of Ohio could have been given each a powerful camera, which on that particular day could have helped them capture that bright thing that drifted across the blue sky... - [Story: 6 out of 6](https://literaryyard.com/2017/09/04/story-6-out-of-6/): By Ramprasath Rengasamy When it is time to prove myself before a bevy of cruel men who involve in all sorts of crimes and trafficking that are known to this world, I don’t go to my bedroom, gently close the... - [The Voice Of Rivers](https://literaryyard.com/2017/08/29/the-voice-of-rivers/): By: Raymond Greiner Rivers quench the thirst of terrestrial life dating to early historic times. These rivers represent calendars through geological tracks in an affirmation of their bond with our planet’s evolutionary journey. Earth’s lonely orbit of a small Sun... - [Poem: Ink And Quill](https://literaryyard.com/2017/08/29/poem-ink-and-quill/): By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick Words too dark in shadows of light Words with meaning, words screaming Quiet words, almost whispering Gently ink touches the parchment Light of a candle, ink and quill Writing throughout the night Thoughts flowing No time... - [Story: Pay](https://literaryyard.com/2017/08/28/story-pay/): By Ramprasath Rengasamy If it was not Yves Rossy in 2006, to fly in the sky using a jet pack on his back; It would have been Adam Thorp, a 55 years old, 6 foot tall and weighing 70 kilogram... - [Poem: we need dreams](https://literaryyard.com/2017/08/27/poem-we-need-dreams/): By: Linda M Crate the menacing beak of krakens is what i wish for them a monster they cannot run from, a god unforgiving and cruel as they are; sating his hunger with their bodies and their blood so we... - [Poem: All these worries, all these concerns](https://literaryyard.com/2017/08/27/poem-all-these-worries-all-these-concerns/): By: Linda M Crate everything is crumbling so sick of life and death being treated as a game i don’t want to sit on the sidelines as everyone and everything i love fades and dies away they need to stop... - [Poem: no threat of death](https://literaryyard.com/2017/08/27/poem-no-threat-of-death/): By: Linda M Crate i am sick of living in constant fear of everyone threatening the end of the world i want to live not simply exist, and i want to achieve my dreams just because they’ve given up on... - [The Character of Russian Communism](https://literaryyard.com/2017/08/24/the-character-of-russian-communism/): By: Gaither Stewart A civilization reveals itself as fruitful by its ability to incite others to imitate it: when it no longer dazzles them, it is reduced to a mere collection of odds and ends and vestiges of former worldly... - [Poem: The happiness of others](https://literaryyard.com/2017/08/24/poem-the-happiness-of-others/): By: Balu George It is nearing Christmas, And the café is decked, With light and balloons. A Christmas tree stands at a corner, And the stray which considers the café its home, Lies under the tree. A bunch of college... - [Mahadev Saha's Poem: Forest’s Mystery](https://literaryyard.com/2017/08/22/mahadev-sahas-poem-forests-mystery/): By: Mahadev Saha Translated By: Zunayet Ahammed I’ve left my handkerchief in a distant forest to wipe tree’s grief. Can you remember me, foolish deer? Crazy girl, is there anybody that ever gets wet in this foreign land? You had... - [Mahadev Saha Poem: No Bus Takes Me Up](https://literaryyard.com/2017/08/22/mahadev-saha-poem-no-bus-takes-me-up/): By: Mahadev Saha Translated By: Zunayet Ahammed I’ve been walking all my life I’m busy running all the time With the busy job of her family She’s given me a concept of work in my spirit She’s taught me love,... - [Poem: The Flashbacks of Lightning](https://literaryyard.com/2017/01/21/poem-the-flashbacks-of-lightning/): By: Robert S. King The beard who sucks his thumb moves every day to a different cardboard foxhole, never sleeps in the Shelter, that orphanage for grown-ups. The few who’ve known him long say his younger mouth was always open, a... - [Bio: Shailendra Chauhan, A poet](https://literaryyard.com/2017/01/21/bio-shailendra-chauhan-a-poet/): By: Chandramauli Chandrakant, NIT Warangal AP Shailendra Chauhan was born and brought up in Uttar Pradesh/ Madhya Pradesh. His father was a primary school teacher in Vidisha. shailendra completed his education from Vidisha. He did Bachelor of Engineering in Electrical branch... - [Poem: The Color of Pain](https://literaryyard.com/2017/01/06/poem-the-color-of-pain/): By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick The color of pain is blackness enveloping the flesh It bares the bones A skeleton remains The color of pain is crimson From the gashes blood seeps No compress halts the stream The color of pain... - [Poem: Too Much, Too Little](https://literaryyard.com/2017/01/06/poem-too-much-too-little/): By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick Too much, too little Caught in a crack Tense muscles The mother cannot relax The child, the child, the child Struggling with essentials Rent, water, power, food, gas If only it stopped there Car insurance, car... - [Story: Waiting For Mercy](https://literaryyard.com/2017/01/05/story-waiting-for-mercy/): By: Bob Kalkreuter “Uncle Frank, you out here?” The voice was young, clear, and female. He was sitting outside, on a straight-backed chair placed on the dirt path that led from the porch, giving him the best view of anyone coming... - [Poem: Surprise chatter from the Battle of Leyte (October 1944)](https://literaryyard.com/2017/01/05/poem-surprise-chatter-from-the-battle-of-leyte-october-1944/): By Chuck Orloski No, no… at ease all soldiers of the War for Civilization! And pay no mind to the poem title ’til later? It is July 2002, city of Scranton fallen into debt, Britain’s media dares accuse M16 of sheltering... - [Poem: This Dark Thing](https://literaryyard.com/2016/12/30/poem-this-dark-thing/): By: Natalie Crick This dark thing that sleeps in me, It steals from me so I am left with nothing. I am blameless, Godiva. The murmurings are alive. Watching you dully from my bed I have taken the pill to kill.... - [Poem: For You](https://literaryyard.com/2016/12/30/poem-for-you/): By: Natalie Crick This month her depression began. He obsessed her. She tied her heart with ribbon like a present, Licking his fingers and kissing his feet. Words failed her. She breathed him in like a terrible secret, A childless woman... - [Poem: ...and the hills whispered ..](https://literaryyard.com/2016/12/29/poem-and-the-hills-whispered/): By: Pooja Abhishek Shukla I close my eyes.. I hear nothing..beside… a faint murmur here… echoing like music in my ears.. swish of winds in the trees.. water gurgling down the cave.. rushing down somewhere.. to tell somebody..Look who is here..!... - [Poem: Nothingness...](https://literaryyard.com/2016/12/29/poem-nothingness/): By: Pooja Abhishek Shukla ..I maybe a figment of imagination… I maybe a shadow of the past… I maybe the evil turned inside out.. I maybe the truth worn out… I maybe the fierce will to live… I maybe a desperate... - [Poem: Old Men Playing Draughts](https://literaryyard.com/2016/12/28/poem-old-men-playing-draughts/): By: Neil Leadbeater Black plays first. They want to wipe each other out or lock their opponent into a position from which they cannot move. The old still harbour ambition – if they could just acquire the agility of youth... - [Poem: The Potter Wasps](https://literaryyard.com/2016/12/28/poem-the-potter-wasps/): By: Neil Leadbeater Wasp-waisted with black and gold among the citron bracts the guêpes maçonnes of Surinam swarmed about our heads so that when we tried to sweep them off mob rule ensued. What good could come of it, this high-handed... - [Poem: She and My Limpid Liking](https://literaryyard.com/2016/12/28/poem-she-and-my-limpid-liking/): By: Pijush Kanti Deb It’s my limpid liking that she must lilt with me and express her like-mindedness to my lonesome world where I always linear to the old lines drawn sometimes with the essence of fragrant flowers and sometimes... - [Poem: Not made for each Other](https://literaryyard.com/2016/12/28/poem-not-made-for-each-other/): By: Pijush Kanti Deb So pointed my tongue is that I can’t catch it now which is on its way to its prescribed destination which lies somewhere in the grip of her nosegay but for someone else or in the... - [Poem: The Lunatic Singing of a Lullaby](https://literaryyard.com/2016/12/28/poem-the-lunatic-singing-of-a-lullaby/): By: Pijush Kanti Deb   As unabated have been my falling From the sky Down and down To the land of hell So unstopped have been your flying from our land up and up to the sky of heaven. Though... - [Poem: Carefree](https://literaryyard.com/2016/12/27/poem-carefree/): By: Hanoch Guy Among the things I forget is that the living go on, diminished every day by eighths, fleeing from survivors in leaps and bounds. Getting farther and farther away from fathers, mothers and the divine, who abandoned them. They... - [Poem: The Dead](https://literaryyard.com/2016/12/27/poem-the-dead-2/): By: Hanoch Guy are helpless at the hands of the living, uprooting memory. The dead retaliate, invading dreams. Stand in line to demand their dues. Uri, with the satisfied smirk he wore when he beat me up with a split branch.... - [Poem: Downhill from Here](https://literaryyard.com/2016/12/27/poem-downhill-from-here/): By: J.K. Durick It begins as an odd sensation, a feeling I remember From riding downhill on my bike as a kid, going Down Pearl Street, College Street, Main, almost falling, A pulling, pushing, a force beyond my control, faster... - [Poem: Transplant](https://literaryyard.com/2016/12/27/poem-transplant/): By: J.K. Durick Misplaced first time, fresh from the garden center – Placement and the season are everything sometimes Too much sun, too little water, or drainage, of course The resilient native weeds and bugs contributed — Stunted, wilting, they had... - [Poem: Inspiration](https://literaryyard.com/2016/12/27/poem-inspiration-2/): By: Jessica Goody The fierce din of the typing pool, thirty women battering the keys, their fingers flickering insect-quick on the glassy pebbles, stamping the white expanse with inky hieroglyphs. The rhythmic drumbeat of pounding fingers resembles the factory roar of... - [Poem: Words](https://literaryyard.com/2016/12/27/poem-words-2/): By:  Jessica Goody The tyranny of the blank page, mockingly white, like the frustration of my barren mind, seeking rich, rambling words, metaphors with plenty of meat on the bone. I gather synonyms to strew on the page, berry-picking phrases... - [Poem: Ode to Isak Dinesen](https://literaryyard.com/2016/12/27/poem-ode-to-isak-dinesen/): By: Jessica Goody Surrounded by lush greenery, the house seems made of trees. ivy shrouds the weather-worn brick walls and strains upwards, winding around the moss-furred brick pillars. Heliotrope swells over the eaves, shrouding the windows in a vivid purple... - [Chetan Bhagat's 'One Indian Girl' doesn't Live up to the expectations](https://literaryyard.com/2016/12/22/chetan-bhagats-one-indian-girl-doesnt-live-up-to-the-expectations/): Chetan Bhagat’s ‘One Indian Girl’ hit the stands a couple of months ago. There were a lot of hopes and expectations when the book was being marketed and promoted by the publisher and the author. And let’s admit that Chetan has... - [Poem: burning brighter](https://literaryyard.com/2016/12/20/poem-burning-brighter/): By: Linda M Crate don’t tell me that you don’t love me then call yourself my brother because families aren’t supposed to work that way, but we both know; you were never mine to hold nor were we ever family... - [Poem: Because i loved her](https://literaryyard.com/2016/12/20/poem-because-i-loved-her/): By: Linda M Crate i think i only loved you because i loved her, and she was the only woman i ever loved; sometimes that terrifies me because i was taught of heaven and hell told that i wasn’t allowed... - [Poem: how long must i be haunted?](https://literaryyard.com/2016/12/20/poem-how-long-must-i-be-haunted/): By: Linad M Crate the softness of silken petals against my lips, and the warmth of your hands against my own; these are things that i still crave even when i know they cannot be mine— these memories i wish... - [The Mystery and Controversy Around Anne Frank Refuses to Subside](https://literaryyard.com/2016/12/20/the-mystery-and-controversy-around-anne-frank-refuses-to-subside/): Anne Frank is one of the world famous figures that has many sides to reveal. Her diary is one of the best literary works that continue to feature in the best seller lists worldwide even today. But there are many... - [Indian novels you should never read](https://literaryyard.com/2016/12/19/indian-novels-you-should-never-read-2/) - [The melody of "What A Wonderful World" by Louis Armstrong touches deep within](https://literaryyard.com/2016/12/19/the-melody-of-the-what-a-wonderful-world-by-louis-armstrong/): The melody of the “What A Wonderful World” song by Louis Armstrong often hits me whenever I’m pissed off with mundane things around me. The beautifully churned-out lyrics sweeten my soul, de-stress my mind and revitalize me. The song lauds... - [Poem: An American voter at her own funeral](https://literaryyard.com/2016/12/17/poem-an-american-voter-at-her-own-funeral/): By: Chuck Orloski (November 2016) “America no longer has a functioning democracy.” Jimmy Carter to Oprah; September 2015. Look see – there’s Crazy Lydia! A retired Scranton School District teacher, she stands beside a Diebold voting machine as if looking into... - [Standing on an Apple Box: The Story of a Girl Among the Stars](https://literaryyard.com/2016/12/16/standing-on-an-apple-box-the-story-of-a-girl-among-the-stars/): Director, dancer, goodwill advocate for the United Nations: Aishwaryaa Rajinikanth Dhanush, who is the daughter of a legendary actor or the wife of southern cinema’s biggest star, has come out with her first book which is a kind of a... - [Pakistan's Ministry of Foreign Affairs Pumping Terrorists in Other Countries](https://literaryyard.com/2016/12/16/pakistans-ministry-of-foreign-affairs-pumping-terrorists-in-other-countries/): Pakistan’s role in spreading terror in other countries is not hidden. India has been the biggest victim of Pakistan-sponsored terrorism for decades. But now, Pakistan’s Ministry of Foreign Affairs is involved in pumping terrorists into other countries including the US,... - [“Ethnic Anxiety, Cultural Clash reflected in the work of South Asian Writers”](https://literaryyard.com/2016/12/16/ethnic-anxiety-cultural-clash-reflected-in-the-work-of-south-asian-writers/): By: Indu Pandey Parsis migrated from Persia to India in 7th century AD. They first settled in Sanjan and later spread to Bombay and many other parts of India. They had to face many challenges to adapt and assimilate in alien... - [Trump's “beautiful flowing sentences"](https://literaryyard.com/2016/12/15/trumps-beautiful-flowing-sentences/): US President – Elect Donald Trump is perhaps one of the honest politicians who does not hide his grudge against the media or the press which was all out maligning his image during the election campaign. As a writer for... - [Poem: A Burnt and his Rivals](https://literaryyard.com/2016/12/15/poem-a-burnt-and-his-rivals/): By: Pijush Kanti Deb Tactful rivals are approaching showing their dreadful canines Yet A burnt remains fearless and relaxed, He just checks once again his locker up Wherein his heart and soul are locked, Comes out in the street to... - [Poem: May Life Be Victorious !](https://literaryyard.com/2016/12/15/poem-may-life-be-victorious/): By: Pijush Kanti Deb May life be adventurous ! If the opening of eyes happens to be in a wrong place, the closing of them, at least, must quest for a right place of interest May life be courageous !... - ['Sapiens: A Brief History of Humankind' tops LinkedIn's best book list](https://literaryyard.com/2016/12/15/sapiens-a-brief-history-of-humankind-tops-linkedins-best-book-list/): “‘Sapiens: A Brief History of Humankind’ by Yuval Noah Harari has made to the top books in Linkedin’s index. ‘Sapiens’ was the kind of book you chew on for months after reading it. The central thesis — that humans are... - [The best books by LinkedIn's top writers list in 2016](https://literaryyard.com/2016/12/14/the-best-books-by-linkedins-top-writers-list-in-2016/): Coming out with annual lists of the top people, top famous personalities, top sportspersons and top writers has become a customary thing for the social networks and popular publishing platforms. LinkedIn’s best read list proves that it is no exception.... - [Cleaning out the Swamp's Ministry of Truth](https://literaryyard.com/2016/12/14/cleaning-out-the-swamps-ministry-of-truth/): By: Chuck Orloski November 24, 1963 – no, no, not the more well know 22nd! A baby boomer now, I go back in time to 11 years old and having watched the nightly news on (B&W) TV with my father... - [Poem: A Coma in Fall](https://literaryyard.com/2016/12/14/poem-a-coma-in-fall/): By: Mary Bone Watching nature unfold, I am silent as leaves Fall from trees. My eyes are hypnotized By the different colors piling up on my body. I am a leaf angel As I move my arms back and forth... - [Poem: I engineered the cyberspace attack upon US election (2016)](https://literaryyard.com/2016/12/13/poem-i-engineered-the-cyberspace-attack-upon-us-election-2016/): By: Chuck Orloski Since presidential elections are beyond “We the People” control and the Deep State always gets their man, I confess responsibility for Trump’s victory! In the way American elections are modeled and from the very start, when programmed Public... - [Story: Shadow Creek](https://literaryyard.com/2016/12/12/story-shadow-creek/): By: Tom Sheehan Houston McKee slipped out of the water and the cluster of reeds he had hidden in when the gunfight occurred more than an hour earlier. Hoof beats of the bushwhackers had faded for at least 20 minutes.... - [Trump is the fulfillment of an ancient Chinese curse](https://literaryyard.com/2016/12/12/trump-is-the-fulfillment-of-an-ancient-chinese-curse/): By William T. Hathaway “May you live in interesting times” was a curse the ancient Chinese hurled at their adversaries, wishing them strife, oppression, and struggle. It applies to us now because for all the uncertainties a Trump presidency holds,... - [Poem: Carrier Corp. come to our fractured Maquiladora hometown?](https://literaryyard.com/2016/12/05/poem-carrier-corp-come-to-our-fractured-maquiladora-hometown/): By Chuck Orloski Yesterday, Elsie and Tony listened to good news on Fox: “President elect Donald Trump threatened to punish U.S. companies that shift jobs overseas.” For a while, on fixed income, they had little to do but stare at... - [Poem: Hello](https://literaryyard.com/2016/11/30/poem-hello-2/): By: April Mae Berza Let my hello catch you once more, a checkmate in our conversations, the blades of grass not yet mowed as high as the fence. The river be a river, envious of the pearls in your chest... - [Poem: If words could touch you](https://literaryyard.com/2016/11/30/poem-if-words-could-touch-you/): By: April Mae Berza If words could touch you, Let them caress you like a long lost lover, Weary from battle, the war of raw, An encounter with the inevitable. If words could touch you, Let the syllables play within... - [Poem: If I were a river](https://literaryyard.com/2016/11/30/poem-if-i-were-a-river-2/): By: April Mae Berza If I were a river, I will choose you as my destination, to flow like the tears of the cherubs one summer to quench the thirst of the vineyards. I could hear the orchestra, your violin laughter... - [Poem: The Last Wall Of My Small World](https://literaryyard.com/2016/11/29/poem-the-last-wall-of-my-small-world/): By: Pijush Kanti Deb How to pass you over my dear? Localizing all the beauties of nature, Accumulating all the treasures of El-dorado And Setting all the mountains and oceans thereon You lie on my way, Maybe, you are busy... - [Poem: The Great Renovative Guillotine](https://literaryyard.com/2016/11/29/poem-the-great-renovative-guillotine/): By: Pijush Kanti Deb So steep, from the depth of your nothingness you can witness my colorful flag flapping on the top and bringing your tears down. Most probably a sea-change widens its lips from nowhere to somewhere, conflicting your... - [Story: Fisting for Julie](https://literaryyard.com/2016/11/25/story-fisting-for-julie/): By: W.A Coleman She never told me her name but she told me lot about Julie. Unlike most of the people that came to us because they had no choice, she did and yet she still came. As for why, well,... - [Poem: It’s So Quiet](https://literaryyard.com/2016/11/24/poem-its-so-quiet/): By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick A screaming baby Vicious tantrums as a child A voice resounding; resembling the striking a wrong note on the piano Living in a fantasy world making friends with her dolls With them she shared all her ideas,... - [Poem: November Cold](https://literaryyard.com/2016/11/24/poem-november-cold/): By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick Memories diminished Her name he recalled Stroking his skin Kissing his forehead Profound denial Terminal, incomprehensible She reminisced Daddy’s little girl Her protector She tumbled He plucked her up Tossed her high Giggling as she towered... - [Poem: Realize you're bleeding](https://literaryyard.com/2016/11/23/poem-realize-youre-bleeding/): By: Linda M Crate i wonder how long it will take them to realize they voted for a man who doesn’t support them? voting is more than picking the pro-life candidate over the pro-choice one, and what irritates me the... - [Poem: Voted for hate](https://literaryyard.com/2016/11/23/poem-voted-for-hate/): By: Linda M Crate i’ll never understand how this happened, and i don’t want to believe in a future without hope; i keep praying somehow this is just a nightmare that i will wake up and the results will be... - [Poem: the morning after election](https://literaryyard.com/2016/11/23/poem-the-morning-after-election/): By: Linda M Crate it’s the morning after, and i feel so numb and broken; like my wings have been not only clipped but pinned to the ground— how could hate win? why did we let this happen? i’m so... - [Anil Kapoor in Original Pilot Based on ‘The Book of Strange New Things’](https://literaryyard.com/2016/11/23/anil-kapoor-in-original-pilot-based-on-the-book-of-strange-new-things/): Amazon announced an original pilot based on ‘The Book of Strange New Things’ slated to cast world-renowned actor and producer, Anil Kapoor. The ‘Slumdog Millionaire’ and ‘24’ actor will play the role of Vikram Danesh, the authoritative head of the... - [Poem: The Lady Fair](https://literaryyard.com/2016/11/22/poem-the-lady-fair/): By: Wylie Strout A stout woman with Her aged shoulders Broadly raised Flicking sticky tentacles here and there Birthing tentacles yes, here and there Oh, Mother of mine A tough old lady’s aspirations: throbbing, growing, dreaming, tugging, pulling, seizing Seeking the... - [Poem: Dove](https://literaryyard.com/2016/11/21/poem-dove/): By: Wylie Strout Forgive me, for being human For being someone you did not expect to find For being true to myself For forgetting Forgive me, for having a spiritual side For being marginal at life For seeking new ground,... - [Fight back or go under](https://literaryyard.com/2016/11/21/fight-back-or-go-under/): By: William T. Hathaway The presidency of Donald Trump is going to be a slap in the face of American workers that will wake us up to the reality of social class. Big T’s pedal-to-the-metal policies will show us clearly... - [Poem: Sonam Gupta, Where Are You?](https://literaryyard.com/2016/11/20/poem-sonam-gupta-where-are-you/): I was ceaselessly awake Tweeting Typing Tapping Trundling Tumbling In the hope to see Sonam Gupta Have I heard it right ‘Sonam Gupta bewafa hai’? I left no denomination without Scribbling Striking Stroking Shooting Sending In the hope to defame... - [Story: The Kid from Shadowdance](https://literaryyard.com/2016/11/20/story-the-kid-from-shadowdance/): By: Tom Sheehan It all really began with a kid’s game and the kid was touted long before he got out of Shadowdance on the trail to Abilene, because he came lit up like a store window dummy, all shiny... - [Story: The Election](https://literaryyard.com/2016/11/20/story-the-election/): By: Reese Scott They all waited till it was daylight. All the homes. All the apartments. All the cars. All the ferries. All the planes stopped. Each person went outside making sure that they had removed their modern day white... - [Story: Armless](https://literaryyard.com/2016/11/15/story-armless/): By: Sri Ram “So, hunting for a job you ended up in here?” Ryan asked. “Yes. Is there a problem with it?” David replied politely. “There is a problem dude. Have you ever looked at yourself in the mirror? You... - [Poem: The Space and Slip Between Cup and Lip](https://literaryyard.com/2016/11/15/poem-the-space-and-slip-between-cup-and-lip/): By: J.W. Kash You meet so many people in life You see so many things You hear so many promises and plans Vision and Ideas Projects, trips, collaborations, art, dreams Oh yes yes yes Words words words I am guilty... - [Poem: No](https://literaryyard.com/2016/11/14/poem-no/): By: Denise Marques Leitão No, no. I’m not aiming for some pre-established aesthetic. I want to be willing to be ridiculous, pathetic. Tear away all these layers that have never kept me safe. Why lacquer my words then? Instead, I’ll speak... - [Poem: 'C' for Moon?](https://literaryyard.com/2016/11/14/poem-c-for-moon/): By: Denise Marques Leitão As a child I learned to identify the crescent moon in the sky. I also learned that the World is round but I didn’t know things would be so different from upside down. At school, the teacher... - [Poem: Water Wise](https://literaryyard.com/2016/11/14/poem-water-wise/): By: Denise Marques Leitão My wish, my wish, my wish is to be wise like water, supple like water, strong like water. My wish is to flow and never stop. Float to the skies, move with the wind, then fall and... - [Poem: These Figures](https://literaryyard.com/2016/11/13/poem-these-figures/): By: Robert A. Davies Some with blank faces human and not – these figures I see as I lie in bed prepared to sleep – figures that fade dissolve into walls. Circling in the dark skimming my head — crimson dragons,... - [Poem: Winter 2015 in Western Oregon](https://literaryyard.com/2016/11/13/poem-winter-2015-in-western-oregon/): By: Robert A. Davies In our warmest winter ever a winter with many dry days my friend misses the rain that winter rain constant so constant that we scream for an occasional sunny day and then for the usual week of... - [Poem: Endings](https://literaryyard.com/2016/11/13/poem-endings/): By: Robert A. Davies  I lay among the trees. It was a soft fall but I just stayed there listening to the river, gazing at pieces of sky. I had once found a deer nearby its head and neck gone. Each... - [How to Live Life Without Any Conditions](https://literaryyard.com/2016/11/13/how-to-live-life-without-any-conditions/): By: Tiana Lavrov Schizophrenia — the dichotomous construct of unitary, discrete psychoses originated in 19th century German apologist psychiatry — arising in the fledgling German Emil Kraepelin; student of neuropathology and experimental psychology while relocated near western Saxony’s University of Leizpig... - [Poem: Perplexed](https://literaryyard.com/2016/11/11/poem-perplexed/): By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick Sanity or insanity Is everyone identical? Permeated with secrets of denial Filled with pain Are people truly happy? Bursting with joy Are there others like me? Simply perplexed by life Is it only me that crawls... - [Poem: The Master](https://literaryyard.com/2016/11/11/poem-the-master/): By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick Lantern flickers The minute light diminished by raging winds Blackness fills the room Hope thrived, rapidly vanished Breathing arduous The demon attacks Flirts with the mind Reality petrifying Evasion unviable Frantic, defenseless Desperately clawing at the... - [Poem: Fiercely Independent](https://literaryyard.com/2016/11/10/poem-fiercely-independent/): By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick The key discovered Unlocking the cell Risking everything 800 miles traveled Oppressed life absconded Fiercely independent; necessity and choice Content with singleness Fashioning a home Passions aroused Repression of the truth no longer Poetry of the... - [Poem: Current](https://literaryyard.com/2016/11/10/poem-current/): By:  Richard Luftig A river needs descent of an eighth of an inch per mile to produce a flow, and if that is the case, our river probably fails—Henry David Thoreau This river has nowhere special to go and all... - [Poem: cantata for snow](https://literaryyard.com/2016/11/10/poem-cantata-for-snow/): By: Richard Luftig prarie winds whistle their full-throat flutes. reeds catch like sobs in the night. baseline drift makes even barbwire beautiful. whole songs in C minor, the saddest key. if only I knew enough to sing the words. - [Poem: refusal to die](https://literaryyard.com/2016/11/09/poem-refusal-to-die/): By: Linda M Crate i grew up through the leaves and the branches of dead things where you left me buried in snow, and i know you’d like to think you had some sort of influence or power over me... - [Poem: rooted](https://literaryyard.com/2016/11/09/poem-rooted/): By: Linda M Crate “grow up” they told me rejecting my reality trying to get me to embrace their own, but i would never take their hand no matter how much they begged or pleaded or demanded; i’ve always had... - [Poem: Shifty](https://literaryyard.com/2016/11/09/poem-shifty/): By: Wylie Strout His eyes tried to penetrate the grains of the paper. How he wanted to know. To know; to breathe and to know. To be knowing. To be a smartie; clever. His brain hurt. Maybe it was his... - [Story: Nice To Meet You](https://literaryyard.com/2016/11/08/story-nice-to-meet-you/): By: Reese Scott He’s looking out the window again. I can see him. He’s always there. Just staring out to St. Marks Place and Avenue A. I see him there before I go to work and when I return from... - [Story: Hunger Games](https://literaryyard.com/2016/11/08/story-hunger-games/): By: Sri Ram Billie and Ryan played in the trampoline as their parents, Bruce and Martha watched them over. The wind was not that heavy that day and the sun was at the top, right above their head. Every time... - [Poem: The Second Son](https://literaryyard.com/2016/11/08/poem-the-second-son/): By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick Teenagers playing grown-ups Immature judgement The mother’s daughter stolen by him A nest left half-empty Condemnation, the mother’s stance Fierce disapproval of him The mother begged her daughter Finish school Don’t rush “If it’s meant to... - [The Melancholic's Journey to the Real: Murakami's the Wind-up Chronicle](https://literaryyard.com/2016/11/07/the-melancholics-journey-to-the-real-murakamis-the-wind-up-chronicle/): By: Ilgın Yıldız Before embarking on a journey to find his wife, Toru Okada, the protagonist of Haruki Murakami’s The Wind-up Bird Chronicle, is a man of a simple and routine life. He has no job, he cooks (usually spaghetti),... - [Poem: An Enemy Like No Other](https://literaryyard.com/2016/11/07/poem-an-enemy-like-no-other/): By: M Spear I plan to bring them down by myself. They are an enemy like no other, no one knows their numbers. I can imagine their agenda because I have been practicing imagining since I was a little child.... - [Poem: A Tree in My Courtyard](https://literaryyard.com/2016/11/07/poem-a-tree-in-my-courtyard/): By: Sandeep Kumar Mishra A big tree in my courtyard, The only heritage, I got, a bard The light green leaves, delicate flowers, Sweet fruits in a bounty, all ours There listen twitching eerie chirrup, The sparrows built its fagot home... - [Poem: Barneys & Midas Circus Pivots East](https://literaryyard.com/2016/11/06/poem-barneys-midas-circus-pivots-east/): By: Chuck Orloski Author’s (poem) prologue:People like me depend upon the internet to help detect where all the decadent American political culture and absent treasury goes into the Terror War future. Recently, my son Dan took advantage of The Wall Street... - [Story: Showdown in the Field of Gods](https://literaryyard.com/2016/11/06/story-showdown-in-the-field-of-gods/): By: Tom Sheehan The water trough had been poisoned, his son Ben’s pony the first tell-tale sign where he fell to the ground right beside the trough. Sam Tannwood saw tracks, which were not the pony’s tracks, leading away from... - ["I want to marry a lighthouse" n other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2016/11/06/i-want-to-marry-a-lighthouse-n-other-poems/): By: Ricky Garni I WANT TO MARRY A LIGHTHOUSE Any lighthouse. I’m not too particular. As long as it has a light that works. And adores me and the funny things I say about the sea. ### DON I saw Don’s... - [A Book on 1984 Riots Will Recreate the Suffering of those Suffered](https://literaryyard.com/2016/11/05/a-book-on-1984-riots-will-recreate-the-suffering-of-those-suffered/): An imprint of Manjul Publishing unveiled the new book 1984: In Memory and Imagination – Personal Essays and Short Fiction on the 1984 Anti-Sikh Riots, edited by Vikram Kapur, Associate Professor of English at Shiv Nadar University on 4th November... - [Poem: Avatar](https://literaryyard.com/2016/11/04/poem-avatar/): By: JD DeHart He often wonders when he is gone having made his travels on earth if this digital self will live on, like the living web pages of his deceased friends, he wonders if friends will still click favor... - [Poem: Next Best](https://literaryyard.com/2016/11/04/poem-next-best/): By: JD DeHart Are we simply on the next best piece, the brighter image, the greater resolution Do we so quickly turn away from the verdant former life of promise to the concrete shell Tell me, where is home in the... - [Poem: Black](https://literaryyard.com/2016/11/03/poem-black/): By: Mohammad Anas A colour, a skin, a hidden musing of an oppressed soul, It is a barrier between the outer world and its ultimate goal, In past,it was a portrayal of art from neolithic cave artist, At present, it is... - [Poem: RIVERDAYS](https://literaryyard.com/2016/11/03/poem-riverdays/): By: Ted Mc Carthy I Dark is falling on the river, on the milk of insects, on eggs under the dockleaves, such dark as the long evening permits. The air is tart with the scent of herbs of forgetfulness, spores that... - [Poem: Ghosts and Ruins](https://literaryyard.com/2016/11/03/poem-ghosts-and-ruins/): By: Ted Mc Carthy Ghosts are what we make in the mind of townlands not passed through, names like Clovis, New Mexico; faces put on people never met, known by name alone, living and dead; vision of rock before quarrying, sand... - [Poem: Dancing with the Five Israeli Stars](https://literaryyard.com/2016/11/02/poem-dancing-with-the-five-israeli-stars/): By: Chuck Orloski “The people control nothing.” Paul Craig Roberts; “Washington leads the world to war,” (10/05/2016) Inside a terrible Bergen, N.J., barroom the Nag Champa incense burned slowly, German Beck’s beer still somehow flowed and Pink Floyd’s song Mother 1.... - [Poem: Re-love](https://literaryyard.com/2016/11/02/poem-re-love/): By: Denny E. Marshall Time long past, since the romance gone Echo’s ring of favorite song Old notes restart softly once more Words the same stride different tune Piles of pettiness up in smoke Arguments in useless drawer In pile with... - [Poem: Solitary Clouds](https://literaryyard.com/2016/11/02/poem-solitary-clouds/): By: Denny E. Marshall Yesterday lots of clouds Today clear skies Few hours’ later One cloud appears Perhaps loneliness Is all about Being a day or two behind Two hours later Another single cloud appears - [Story: The Bubblegum Muddlebum](https://literaryyard.com/2016/11/01/story-the-bubblegum-muddlebum/): By: Vanessa Cutts One day Monica was getting dressed for school and she could only find one shoe. She looked everywhere, under the bed, in the toy box and in the bottom of the wardrobe. But Monica’s shoe was nowhere to... - [Story: Encounter](https://literaryyard.com/2016/10/31/story-encounter/): By: Sri Ram The container trucks that transport brand new cars between states, lorries carrying sacks of rice and wheat and jewelry shops are among a few that Arun have laid his thieving hands on yet, the police never rounded... - [Poem: The Grapes](https://literaryyard.com/2016/10/31/poem-the-grapes/): By: Lynn White The pub on the corner was known as ‘The Grapes’. I used to go there a lifetime ago, with one friend or another. It was my local, my space, my place, friendly and safe. I had no money,... - [Poem: Election Blues](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/13/poem-election-blues/): By: Edward Ahern There’s something about power That draws the worst of men, and puts their aberrations on magnified display. There’s something about supporters who vote for a defective yet claim to own what’s right, and cope in the surreal.... - [Poem: Good Afternoon Death](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/13/poem-good-afternoon-death/): By: Edward Ahern I cannot force myself to fear a pleasant, sunny day, and yet that’s when most people kill people. Road rage, gang fights, bank robbery Car wrecks, drug deals, spousal slayings Suicides and matricides and random death. I... - [The Gringo Wall](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/12/the-gringo-wall/): By Gaither Stewart Some years ago an amusing satirical article in the Buenos Aires leftwing daily, Pagina 12, made me want to cry. In five thousand words the Argentinean journalist José Pablo Feinmann, ridiculed, among other things, the whole concept... - [Story: The way he makes me feel](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/12/story-the-way-he-makes-me-feel/): By Maria Agostina Biritos Blue. My world is filled with blue. His eyes. His All-American fairy-fucking-tale prince-charming blue eyes. And he is all mine. He is blond. Dirty glossy honey blond with sunny highlights. And he is all mine. Dreamy... - [Poem: Mount Sinai](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/12/poem-mount-sinai/): By: Milt Montague eyes closed completely relaxed comfortably ensconced in recliner, feet raised air conditioning hummms ready for my next adventure floating up and away a thrill runs down my spine embarking upon a new experience I enter a vortex... - [Poem: long long ago](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/12/poem-long-long-ago/): By: Milt Montague long long ago before men learned how to destroy our only source of life by their own stupidity…. lived two great empires the Egyptians and the Hittites of biblical fame more or less peacefully for many generations... - [Story: The Last Children](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/12/story-the-last-children/): By: TM Blayte Seeing as it is the first day of school, I’m expecting anything, or almost anything; except for my girlfriend to tell me we’ve committed the unforgivable crime. I am walking out of the last class of the day,... - [Story: Demonology](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/12/story-demonology/): By: Daniel Olivieri Back then, we were disappointed with the lack of monsters under our beds, with the murderers not lying in wait for us, with the severed limbs not buried in our backyard. We liked the idea of demons... - [Poem: not knowing](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/10/poem-not-knowing/): By: Tom Roth i reached over my head skimmed the counter with my hands thinking opened palms were up there waiting for me above the edge but a crockpot crashed on my head i cried not in pain but in fear... - [Poem: Running Past Brown Cows](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/10/poem-running-past-brown-cows/): By: Tom Roth I click my mouth and clap my hands over the cold barbed wire fence and they look at me like I am the Holocaust. They have conversations with their big black eyes, asking if I am aware of... - [Story: Let us expose a fraud….](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/09/story-let-us-expose-a-fraud/): By: Janhealth Thomas was peering at the two boys outside the window of this office. They were fiddling with their yachts beside the pond into which the sun was shedding its light Bgently. Thomas wished the sunlight also fell into his... - [Poem: The power of Now](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/09/poem-the-power-of-now/): By: Mahinour Tawfik Like east and west is awake and conscious The power of mind couldn’t be less ominous If the slave transcends taking over his master Swirling back and forth from before to after When all but now is a... - [Poem: Love](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/09/poem-love-3/): By: Mahinour Tawfik One is born in the quest for love But what’s love but pain and woe Painters and poets all speak of Before the end, most drown below Diamond stars in dreamy skies Raindrops falling on cupid’s arrow Thunder... - [Poem: An Ancient Reminder](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/08/poem-an-ancient-reminder/): By: Kate Noble Neptune, distracted, casts his merciful eye over a goodly realm and – held in that instant – likes what he sees, Wool-fat sheep aside angle-gnarled trees sprinkled through grey-grit peaks of bracken-brown slopes, And passingly visions need of... - [Poem: Puppeteer](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/08/poem-puppeteer/): By: Kate Noble If you thought for a moment some guy sits on high And pulls at our tensed strings from lofty cloud skies To choose in an instant who lives or who dies Or how someone acts in the blink... - [Poem: mass murder is collateral damage](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/08/poem-mass-murder-is-collateral-damage/): By: Archita Mittra tonight, the goddess walks on moss & stone, skin stained sunset, a sky that swirls & bleeds into cob-webbed eyes dreaming the other country. tonight, the goddess walks without love or myth as shadow, counting the arrow birds,... - [Poem: nights like these](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/08/poem-nights-like-these/): By: Archita Mittra when you sing to mountain dust & wild-eyed streetcars streaking through winding darkness-wearing roads, your skin lit by van gogh stars, a stain slowly swirling across your painted lips, of the last square of chocolate (from the box... - [Poem: A Cold Call](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/07/poem-a-cold-call/): By: Sandeep Kumar Mishra In snowy unpigmented drape Wintry withdrawn world waits For the warm kiss of the day; Through the long lonely valley The elevation blows the glacial gale To cheer the deep and solemn solitude; Over the bare upland,... - [Poem: When You Buy Their Sorrow](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/07/poem-when-you-buy-their-sorrow/): By: Sandeep Kumar Mishra Icy winds filled with chimney smoke Signaled the burning of Christmas block, When colorful lights all around gleam The holy monks sing the merry theme, Sacred lilies, decorative ivory, fill homes Town to town our joyful echo... - [Poem: A Ray Of Sunshine](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/07/poem-a-ray-of-sunshine/): By: Lynn White It was my first attempt at DIY hair dying. My friend had transformed her dull brown into glossy chestnut and Patricia thought it perfect to transform her unnatural blond. So I helped her out. Tiger Lily, it said... - [Poem: Living Alone and Loving It](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/07/poem-living-alone-and-loving-it/): By: Lynn White I’m living alone and loving it, that I am. I had a good ‘un though, but wouldn’t want to train another. Takes years to train ‘em. That couple last night, what a one she was. You could... - [Story: My Friend Frankie](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/07/story-my-friend-frankie/): By: Ruth Z Deming There he is, Frank Kelso Wolfe, coming down the stairs in his slippers and bathrobe. Whistling, he looks around for his mom and dad. The kitchen clock reads ten-thirty. He’s slept late again, but who wouldn’t. It... - [Story: The Things the Family Needs to Pack](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/07/story-the-things-the-family-needs-to-pack/): By: Leslie Bloom My children must always bring something with them when we leave the house. Seriously why can’t leaving home ever be easy? No, instead it is like a freak show with my five-year-olds. It never goes smoothly. Someone always... - [Poem: ToughGuyBabyBoy](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/07/poem-toughguybabyboy/): By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick Alone in the darkness of my mind Empty, numb, I’ve run out of tears It’s happened so many times Walk away from my child, they say Issues or not, his actions generate consequences for you I... - [Poem: The Mirror Hides Behind Memories of Grief](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/07/poem-the-mirror-hides-behind-memories-of-grief/): By: Adam Levon Brown Dumbbells of anger assault my unfed stomach while I strive for another repetition in pages of tears. I rip them clear from books of love and paint myself a picture of guilt, hidden safely behind the bed... - [Poem: Medusa](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/07/poem-medusa/): By: Adam Levon Brown I wear scarves like sleeves because I could not, would not feel my emotional headlock of grief. My teeth are broken and missing because I refused to acknowledge that I, too, feel pain. My back is damaged... - [Poem: I Live In My Mind](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/07/poem-i-live-in-my-mind/): By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick I live in my mind, a world nobody sees Some days are filled with sunshine, flowers, and green fields of corn Other days the cloud overhead dark and thick The ocean roars so loudly I cannot... - [Story: Wait](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/07/story-wait/): By: Murari Sharma He was shivering and alone, trekking on a trail in the Annapurna Range of the Himalayas. An unseasonable snowstorm caught him near Kangla Pass and dumped more than two feet snow in a couple of hours. He... - [Poem: Dear Father, Who Never Loved Me](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/07/poem-dear-father-who-never-loved-me/): By: Joseph S. Pete Dear father who ostensibly never loved me, you valued your vast accumulation of neckties over me, your slighted son. You swaddled yourself in silks and solid colors, Jerry Garcia ties, World Wildlife Foundation benefit ties, bold ties,... - [Poem: Brand New Dew](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/07/poem-brand-new-dew/): By: Kelly Miller Defending it Altering it Curing it Our Father uses his artwork to save the diurnal He uses his artwork to save the nocturnal Sprinkling his sparkling liquid generously over all the land A second pure gamble A... - [Poem: Watching My Heroes Get Old](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/07/poem-watching-my-heroes-get-old/): By: Robert Bermudez I stand and watch the sunset, Russet, then orange fading to pink, The cloud’s gilded edges reflecting, Like God saying good night. Slowly it dawns as it always does, With the inevitable ache of mythic echoes, The end... - [Story: A friend indeed!!](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/06/story-a-friend-indeed/): By: Aruna Subramanian Nandhini was gazing at the glistening dewdrops on the grasses while waiting for her friend Sheela at the entrance of their college building. Nandhini and Sheela have completed their last semester exams and will be proud engineering graduates... - [Poem: Dove and Man](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/06/poem-dove-and-man/): By: Dr Neeraja M A dove is a dove with no colours can only fly till roof bars can only breed with the pre-scaned economy but still the world call it a piece of peace and the dove never knw! A... - [Story: Everything Goes in Rows](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/06/story-everything-goes-in-rows/): By: Andrew Hubbard When I was little I laid my peas In a row on my plate And my mother cried. I don’t know why, I wasn’t making a mess.   I laid the green beans Two side-by-side And then two... - [Poem: Living over the Store](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/06/poem-living-over-the-store/):   By: Andrew Hubbard Well, it’s convenient, no commuting And cheap, our living space Is storage as far as the taxman knows.   We sell everything. You want gloves? We got ‘em. Lipstick, hairspray, tampons? Yup. University sweatshirts? Shovels? Pencils? Flower... - [Poem: Dancer](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/06/poem-dancer/): By: Andrew Hubbard The drinks came And I asked the predictable question. “I kind of like it,” she said “It keeps me fit And the money’s not bad.” She blew smoke thoughtfully And fidgeted with an ashtray. “My twin sister has... - [Three Poems about Emily by](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/05/three-poems-about-emily-by/): By: Darren C. Demaree 1.EMILY AS WAVES, WAVES I got these bruises just holding on to Emily as she opened herself up to the full moon   2. EMILY AS THE LAST PRAYER I got fizzy water out of a... - [Poem: Coming Out of the Coma](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/05/poem-coming-out-of-the-coma/): By: E. Martin Pedersen It’s a week or ten or a month or ten years My God. Come quick! It’s a miracle, he returns. Hi everybody, what time is it? Take me home. New decade, new pres, let’s see, Rowan an’... - [Poem: Avoiding Mirrors](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/05/poem-avoiding-mirrors/): By: E. Martin Pedersen My daydreams and nightmares have the same plot with different protagonists or the same people from my past life passed over on the other shore people (see above for their real names) showing up on my doorstep... - [Poem: when they first saw them](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/04/poem-when-they-first-saw-them/): By: Patrick Legay the sails flowed into the mouth bright and clean broad with the shimmer of the sun stealing from the soft blue surface call beauteous hard to believe the filth and dismay barreled below what is wonder to the... - [Poem: Pitch # 3 of 9/ motive for a murder joke](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/04/poem-pitch-3-of-9-motive-for-a-murder-joke/): By: Patrick Legay yes it can’t be denied that’s true and if you want more that storyboard like that I got a bunch — funny little family vignettes — like the one about me at 7 years old in 1954 look... - [Poem: In a vacant train](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/04/poem-in-a-vacant-train/): By: Sankara Olama-Yai  I found god in your eyes Where had he gone Do you remember that night when I hit my head on the roof of a vacant train Your laugh was a heavenly lullaby I let my head lie... - [Poem: When your hair was the color of summer lilacs](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/04/poem-when-your-hair-was-the-color-of-summer-lilacs/): By: Sankara Olama-Yai  Your name is not a crime, Yet why is it whispered When my soul can still hear the thunder My heart screams your name to the luminescent pearl in the sky As if it can hear my regrets... - [Poem: High C](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/03/poem-high-c/): By: Robert Beveridge “Wie schön sang Else Feuske, als sie,/während dere Sommerferien,/in großer Höhe daneben trat,/in einen stillen Gletscherspalt stürtze,/uns nur ihr Schirmchen/und das hoke C zurückließ.”—Günter Grass, “Die Schule der Tenöre” It is not volume, it is pitch, how the... - [Poem: Blade](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/03/poem-blade/): By: Robert Beveridge delicious willow flings this blade of lust into my eyes comatose I see us entwined smothered forever I offer you this blade fear you will accept caress bloods my finger one lone drop falls to your thigh - [Poem: I have to practice love](https://literaryyard.com/2017/12/21/poem-i-have-to-practice-love/): By JC Smith3  I have to practice love ten thousand times let the long nights have purpose go to school on my spirit neglect knowledge turn away from the stuff and grace myself with friendship. A curriculum of charity in... - [Poem: I Try to See Now](https://literaryyard.com/2017/12/21/poem-i-try-to-see-now/): By JC Smith3 I try to see now what I should have seen then when the light shone so bright and the shadows were never dark enough I once would walk on when I could have walked home with the... - [Poem: The Zone](https://literaryyard.com/2017/12/21/poem-the-zone/): By: Ian Fletcher Look! There she sits as beautiful as ever reminding me of how she and I have been in the hallowed zone our love thus seeming a transcendent reality the rest of the world but an ephemeral dream. Ah!... - [Poem: He was a Sad Song.](https://literaryyard.com/2017/12/20/poem-he-was-a-sad-song/): By: David Hanlon Growing up, he was caught in his bedroom with music and feelings or more often, a battle between them— one trying to escape the other. Those obsessions— Rubik’s cubes of insecurities, finally completed not by finding the right... - [Poem: The Years](https://literaryyard.com/2017/12/20/poem-the-years/): By: David Hanlon Night comes as quickly as snap-shut eyes, or the quick blink in the mirror before noticing how time has lined my forehead. A wealth of experiences between temple skin folds. I hold them all here on my face... - [Poem: No one's slave](https://literaryyard.com/2017/12/20/poem-no-ones-slave/): By: Linda M Crate it’s no skin off my nose if you don’t like me my heart is a skein of stars not everyone knows to make of, but i am a tapestry of galaxies woven into bones; i don’t... - [Poem: One day you'll be a fading shadow](https://literaryyard.com/2017/12/20/poem-one-day-youll-be-a-fading-shadow/): By: Linda M Crate september wakes heavy on my bones for all it’s golden beauty i am always wound in nightmares of you because this is when you stole a piece of my soul i’ll never get back wish i... - [Poem: Love](https://literaryyard.com/2017/12/19/poem-love-2/): By: John Tuttle Love. ‘Tis unique to the self-named humankind. The strongest emotion, the capital virtue. It is not an element solely of the mind. Love: potent, everlasting, undying, true. Love. Her offspring is life, new life. I want a... - [Story: End’s Rebirth](https://literaryyard.com/2017/12/19/story-ends-rebirth/): By: Pete Cotsalas Winter storm Jonas relinquished his assault on Maryland. Snowplows sweeping mounds on his street awoke Mateo Gonzalez. He decided to get up and shower, gently pushing Snarky the cat off the bed. Francesca was in the kitchen... - [My Big Fat Redneck Privilege](https://literaryyard.com/2017/12/18/my-big-fat-redneck-privilege/): By: Matt McCarter There are a few phrases that have been floating around college campuses the last few years – “whiteness” and “white privilege.”  These phrases have trickling down from academia into America’s popular culture and are quickly becoming part of... - [Governor Ashcroft Comes to Piankashaw](https://literaryyard.com/2017/12/18/governor-ashcroft-comes-to-piankashaw/): By: Matt McCarter Mike Chamberlain usually arrived at the office of the Piankashaw Journal, the weekly newspaper, late and thoroughly hungover from a hard night of drinking.  He looked into the bottom drawer of his desk and found a half empty... - ['A Time to Kill A Mockingbird' : A Critical View](https://literaryyard.com/2017/12/18/a-time-to-kill-a-mockingbird-a-critical-view/): By: Matt McCarter Harper Lee’s To Kill A Mockingbird is the most well-known Southern novel of the 20th Century.  An entire generation of people were raised on the 1962 film of the same name starring Gregory Peck as Atticus Finch. In... - [Story: The Forty-fifth](https://literaryyard.com/2017/12/18/story-the-forty-fifth/): By: Mary Kaye Valdez “Forty-two, forty-three, forty-four… Forty-four…” our bus driver, Bernie, counted dreadfully slow. Please, say forty-five already. “Forty-three? No, forty-two?” he recounted. It was probably the fifth time he had been counting. It was also probably the fifth time... - [Poem: Heavy Heart](https://literaryyard.com/2017/12/18/poem-heavy-heart/): By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick she tried and tried b u t it was never enough t h e r e was no right answer n o r correct decision e v e r y facet of her life C H... - [Story: Principles](https://literaryyard.com/2017/12/17/story-principles/): By: Cynthia Lloyd When Arthur fell in love with the farmhouse in Brittany, Jenny was too much in love with Arthur to care where they lived. “I’ll be fine,” she had said, “I’ve loads to do.” Jenny illustrated children’s books. “And... - [Story: For Old Time’s Sake](https://literaryyard.com/2017/12/17/story-for-old-times-sake/): By: Cynthia Lloyd Eleanor frowned as she looked out of the taxi window. She had thought the city would be unrecognisable after twenty years, but it looked just as she remembered it. Most of the shops and restaurants lining the steep... - [Poem: Drawing Conclusions](https://literaryyard.com/2017/12/17/poem-drawing-conclusions/): By: Kelly Miller Making longwinded strokes painting a picture worth 1,000 words and more White washing life so my true colors won’t show through Cleaning the chalk from the slate again Does my life really imitate my art, shades of grey?... - [Poem: “If You Assume”](https://literaryyard.com/2017/12/17/poem-if-you-assume/): By: Adrian Slonaker  If you assume I remember you take hay fever medication every August; your meals must be prepared macrobiotically; you stroll alone through churchyards when you wish to reflect, if you assume I feel the swirling cyan of your... - [Poem: Life-long have I envied others many a line](https://literaryyard.com/2017/12/17/poem-life-long-have-i-envied-others-many-a-line/): By: Rajnish Mishra Life-long have I envied others many a line, Will someone ever envy One of mine? My verse born now, Fresh – dead until read. Someone, anyone, yes, you – If only you read it! Would you call it... - [Poem: Anonymous Poems](https://literaryyard.com/2017/12/17/poem-anonymous-poems/): By: Rajnish Mishra My poems are signed anonymous, For anonymous they are, From somewhere they come, Sometimes. Who makes them? What time? Which place? In what climes? I think not I fathom it all. I know it as true, That there... - [Poem: Ceiling](https://literaryyard.com/2017/12/17/poem-ceiling/): By: Ryan Quinn Flanagan There is a ceiling to everything. Once you look up from the floor it is there. Some are vaulted to provide the illusion of progress. Most are simple plaster stained with nicotine and water damage. This one... - [Poem: Strutting Inside a Banshee’s Scream](https://literaryyard.com/2017/12/17/poem-strutting-inside-a-banshees-scream/): By: Ryan Quinn Flanagan Strutting inside a banshee’s scream shirtless and hardly virile burst blood vessels like cheery seeds through the dermis scraggly man-ape hair in unpresentable patches camphor bunking down in oil lanterns mountain pass caravans bringing poppy dreams to... - [Story: The Homeless Man & The Stranger](https://literaryyard.com/2017/12/17/story-the-homeless-man-the-stranger/): By: Travis Lee The homeless man spent his days on the street corner outside Wal-Mart, two messages on cardboard in front of him. One message identified his plight, the other explained who he had been in another, normal life. Each... - [Poem: Hush](https://literaryyard.com/2017/12/17/poem-hush/): By: Kristy Fusich The strangest lips always taste the sweetest Those ones that let words whisper without care Those ones that look like ripe and sweet berries Those ones that bring chills with a smile Those ones that you didn’t see... - [Poem: Imipramine](https://literaryyard.com/2017/12/17/poem-imipramine/): By: Kristy Fusich Smells Like Teen Spirit was a terrible song about deodorant, but we listened to it anyway and rocked out in our dirty flannels with the cigarette burn holes in them. You got high on meth in my bathroom... - [Poem: Venom of the Scorpion](https://literaryyard.com/2017/12/17/poem-venom-of-the-scorpion/): By: Kristy Fusich You never screamed no, but it’s what you were saying. This isn’t right. This doesn’t feel right. You go limp and play dead. When the scorpion stings its venom leaves you numb. Its tail is quick as a... - [Bertold Brecht: Collectivism and Dialectical Materialism in Practice](https://literaryyard.com/2017/12/12/bertold-brecht-collectivism-and-dialectical-materialism-in-practice/): By Gaither Stewart Bertold Brecht put into everyday practice Marxist collectivism and dialectical materialism in his art as few other Western writers have ever achieved. Despite accusations of avidness for money, the German poet and playwright belied any doubts about... - [Poem: Inequality And The Clash](https://literaryyard.com/2017/12/12/poem-inequality-and-the-clash/): By: Pijush Kanti Deb Five fingers- the fingering of inequality, consequently the clash is inevetable between sustainable happiness for a few and non-washable sorrow for others. Five fingers- the seed of argument and counter -argument, the cause timultaneous festival in... - [Poem: Sadness](https://literaryyard.com/2017/12/12/poem-sadness/): By: Zunayet Ahammed Happiness lost Melancholy approaches Lights fade Flowers far away Stopped have the songs of the birds Rivers not flowing Greenness of the green pummels me like a hawk Beauty of the dancers doesn’t mesmerise me Inner music... - [Poem: Falling rain](https://literaryyard.com/2017/12/11/poem-falling-rain/): By: Jake Cosmos Aller The falling rain Of late October Fills me with essential dread As I rush about And end up here Wherever here is The rain outside Seems like the tears of god As I sit Crying over my... - [Poem: Cosmos’s Cosmic Calendar](https://literaryyard.com/2017/12/11/poem-cosmoss-cosmic-calendar/): By: Jake Cosmos Aller January January arrives cold as death warmed over As I make my annual list of resolutions Of the great things I would do The lies I tell myself to keep me going While recovering from the hangover... - [Story: No Note With This](https://literaryyard.com/2017/12/11/story-no-note-with-this/): By: Brian Burmeister “What am I looking at?” Cynthia asks. “Who is this? I’m confused.” A moment earlier, Tonya slid her phone in front of her friend, saying only, “I’ve got something to show you.” The two women sit in the... - [Poem: Gecko](https://literaryyard.com/2017/12/11/poem-gecko/): By: Alan Britt I hold a gecko, mottled tangerine, fat tail, black eyes glistening like papaya seeds as if to guess my next move. Wise gecko. Gary the gecko— ultra-sensitive tail supports 32% of his preserves as carry-on. Gary the gecko... - [Poem: Little Verse for John Wooden](https://literaryyard.com/2017/12/11/poem-little-verse-for-john-wooden/): By: Alan Britt As in poetry, so in basketball. A-frame garage’s 9 foot ice-cycled hoop above blue-gravel driveway or immaculate Indiana hardwood, makes no difference to me, but to Wooden urging freshmen to embrace basketball the way they embraced life, placing... - [Poem: Apocalypse Then And Now](https://literaryyard.com/2017/12/11/poem-apocalypse-then-and-now/): By: Alan Britt When Robert E. Lee Clayton, decked out in granny dress and bonnet, wheeled and threw that Ninja star into the burning forehead of a shivering horse thief, we got a glimpse, if only a microscopic hint, of our... - [Poem: Vision](https://literaryyard.com/2017/12/07/poem-vision/): By: Tracy A. Powers It was that night that I saw you Not with wide-open, eager eyes But with a seeking heart– You relaxed on the floor, breath quiet and steady As I cautiously approached, All dark curly hair, and gentle... - [Poem: Woods](https://literaryyard.com/2017/12/07/poem-woods/): By: Tracy A. Powers On a walk through hidden, urban woods Amber, red, and gold nestled inside Fallen leaves crunch under the stride of my boots’ heels With a sound like brittle popcorn crushed. After a collection of quiet moments My... - [Story: My Nanaji](https://literaryyard.com/2017/12/07/story-my-nanaji/): By: Mohana Gill Myanmar is a country not many people know about. It is situated in South-East Asia and is bordered on the north-east by China, on the east by Laos and Thailand, on the south by the Andaman Sea and... - [Story: Some Girls](https://literaryyard.com/2017/12/06/story-some-girls/): By: Adam Kluger Questionable Judgment In Bernadette’s dorm there was a night watchman who would hang out. Renfro, a former cop. Bernadette would always catch Renfro checking out her round tits or tight ass whenever she bent over and she got... - [Story: The Nonconformist](https://literaryyard.com/2017/12/06/story-the-nonconformist/): By: Don Crawford Alfredo Cordovan settled himself in the hard wooden chair in the back of the Ican Bar and Grill, in Tucson, Arizona. The bar was located on north Stone Avenue; a few blocks south from his well furnished... - [Airtel acquires strategic stake in Juggernaut Books](https://literaryyard.com/2017/12/04/airtel-acquires-strategic-stake-in-juggernaut-books/): Bharti Airtel said that it has acquired a strategic stake in Juggernaut Books, a popular digital platform to discover and read high quality, affordable books and to submit amateur writing. The investment is in line with Airtel’s endeavour to build... - [REVIEW: 'When a wanderer meets a pilgrim' by Ramprasad is a miraculous invention](https://literaryyard.com/2017/12/04/review-when-a-wanderer-meets-a-pilgrim-by-ramprasad-is-a-miraculous-invention/): By: Dr Neeraja .M The novel is a wonderful combo of right and wrong between love, romance, sex status, casteism, racism, and money, all beaded into the same abacus. The magical tool that measures, calculates every essence of each soul. The... - [Drama: Ann](https://literaryyard.com/2017/12/02/drama-ann/): By: Balu George. Exterior – Naval Public School – Cochin – Morning. We cut to a group of parents with toddlers in their arms. Most of the kids are crying. Cars are parked outside the school gates. This is their first... - [Poem: Near Brigantine](https://literaryyard.com/2017/12/02/poem-near-brigantine/): By: William C. Blome There’s a cast of several characters dancing furiously on the bar: There’s a witness called Ondine and a seamstress named Cornelia; There’s a fishwife ‘goes by Yowlu and a pastor ‘comes to Karlson; There’s a greenbottle fly... - [Poem: Preparation](https://literaryyard.com/2017/12/02/poem-preparation/): By: William C. Blome Unlike your usual snowstorm, this one came in through blazing sunshine, a mosaic of dares and filaments and scoffs too (if you cock your ears just right and catch the drift of its foul-mouthed taunts, a pernicious... - [Poem: Window](https://literaryyard.com/2017/12/02/poem-window/): By: William C. Blome Fishing off the low bridge in the dark, I’d guess it’s close to midnight, and I know your window’s five rows down, three boxes across, but I’m watching instead the corner lights on another building flash on-and-off... - [Poem: Dream Machinations](https://literaryyard.com/2017/11/30/poem-dream-machinations/): By: G Dean Manuel Close your eyes, dream a dream, let loose thy lies, burst reality’s seem. Crystal clarity, within darkness enclose, fall short the human parody, a moment that time froze. Black falls upon black, subjective truth is shattered, the... - [Poem: Blind to see](https://literaryyard.com/2017/11/30/poem-blind-to-see/): By: G Dean Manuel I close my eyes, so I am blind, I may ever seek, but how do I find? Vision always got in my way, in inky night, my heart risen, inclined. I don’t need to see the day,... - [Story: The New Ho Dong](https://literaryyard.com/2017/11/29/story-the-new-ho-dong/): By: Joseph Kierland Ho Dong wasn’t his real name. It was just the name they passed from one Chinese cook to the next when they came in from Hong Kong. The new cook took the name of the old cook, exchanged... - [Story: The journey of a prayer](https://literaryyard.com/2017/11/29/story-the-journey-of-a-prayer/): By: Ronald Hrubetz I knelt down and held my hands in front of me. I don’t pray. I haven’t in 20 years. This has to be the alcohol acting out. I shouldn’t even be here. A sinner in a city of... - [War](https://literaryyard.com/2017/11/29/war/): By: Gaither Stewart If you have you ever seen a monkey hanging from a tree by its tail and showing its red ass to onlookers, then you have seen the animal kingdom’s representation of war. According to French playwright Jean... - [Poem: The Rag Picker](https://literaryyard.com/2017/11/29/poem-the-rag-picker/): By: Priya Anand He walks like a leaf scattered by the wind Gait unsteady yet swiftly As if propelled by a sudden gust that darts and swoops Likened to a golem that lurks in the shadows Decrepit and insignificant Invisible to... - [Story: The Monster](https://literaryyard.com/2017/11/28/story-the-monster/): By Suneet Paul The two ants who were close friends, were taking a walk on the first-floor terrace of Sanjay’s house. It had been a tiring morning for them. The carefree and relaxed atmosphere was a welcome change. The brick... - [Poem: Swallowed Pride](https://literaryyard.com/2017/11/24/poem-swallowed-pride/): By: Jonathan Butcher Those faces once again crawl from between the pavements and orange brick houses and straight through the neat lawns and new builds. They slowly echo off each wall, but fail to melt into one single voice. That false... - [Poem: A Chance to Breathe Out](https://literaryyard.com/2017/11/24/poem-a-chance-to-breathe-out/): By: Jonathan Butcher In that narrow underpass the badly fitted lights struggle and flicker. The tags and stickers which adorn them cast miniature shadows that appear against our skin like bruises, that refuse to heal until covered. We’re neither approached or... - [Poem: Spiritual beauty](https://literaryyard.com/2017/04/05/poem-spiritual-beauty/): By: Sylvia Frances Chan About beauty often heard about spiritual beauty…? that’s absurd we can see beauty everywhere discover a person’s smile watch the flight of the condor rose’s perfume and its petals the jasmine’s scent the rainbow with one color... - [Poem: About the blissful things](https://literaryyard.com/2017/04/05/poem-about-the-blissful-things/): By: Sylvia Frances Chan This morn I looked at the sky and heavens wondering there are no limits our life, love, and future in one blessed package and all, there is to Thee to have a blissful future, simple and wise.... - [Poem: Phases](https://literaryyard.com/2017/04/03/poem-phases/): By: Christie Lee Nowhere to be seen, she hides behind the darkness. The newest of all. Peeping on the side, forming her sickle presence. Like a bright smile. Crossing the midpoint, she has both light and shadows. Half her flaws are... - [Story: The Throne](https://literaryyard.com/2017/04/03/story-the-throne/): By: Natalia Suri “Kanta bai, don’t let your broom touch my chair,” ranted Lata, her voice trembling. The old woman sat on the chair as she spoke, her feeble toes barely touching the floor. “You don’t know, this is no ordinary... - [Poem: Battlefield](https://literaryyard.com/2017/03/31/poem-battlefield/): By: Joseph Pham Strength represents the sword and shield that hold their ground, to stand and protect. Dexterity shows precision, accuracy, which make their aim true. Luck is the unseen potential, the hidden gem, triumph in shadows. Intelligence builds the mind... - [Story: Breeden County Historical Museum](https://literaryyard.com/2017/03/31/story-breeden-county-historical-museum/): By: Tom Ray The older woman, probably in her forties, had long brown hair with blond highlighting. The younger woman, probably her daughter, also had brown hair, but cut short and without the highlighting. Not local, Barbara thought, with their... - [Poem: Twilight Zone](https://literaryyard.com/2017/03/29/poem-twilight-zone/): By: Mary Bone After cleaning out my ice box, I sailed rock hard tortillas Out of my back door, not Knowing where they would land. I figured a stray dog would Chew on them. Pups could easily break A tooth,... - [Poem: Encompassed](https://literaryyard.com/2017/03/28/poem-encompassed/): By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick She stood blankly staring out the window Touching the glass pane, chills ran through her body Bleak, she thought Would the rain ever end Would she ever get home The courage she started the process with... - [Poem: Earth's Fair Caress](https://literaryyard.com/2017/03/26/poem-earths-fair-caress/): By: Tom Sheehan 1. The ocean is slow to warm and slow to cool, shivers edges of winter and, like the lover it is, cannot let go. December talks its way up filaments of frangible shinbones old knees hang onto... - [Poem: Words Risen from My Father’s House, Built 1742](https://literaryyard.com/2017/03/26/poem-words-risen-from-my-fathers-house-built-1742/): By: Tom Sheehan Bones bang in the house, clutter of vellum lives; knobs of father’s eyes, like tender calf’s, burst once under strain of thick dosage that needled in his thigh, the coolest wedge of calamities, strong sugar epithet, fractional... - [Poem: Shipmates](https://literaryyard.com/2017/03/26/poem-shipmates/): By: Tom Sheehan Two boys went to sea last night, riding an ice floe broken from the river dam, pilots at the helm. Some say a standard flew, brisk pennant’s wave, admiral’s flagship. I dream of water and ice, dread... - [Accomplice to the Subject in Joyce’s Dubliners](https://literaryyard.com/2017/03/26/accomplice-to-the-subject-in-joyces-dubliners/): By: Patrick Peters James Joyce represents a microcosm of Irish life in the short story collection Dubliners. In a sequence of portraits, he recreates the native experience of Dublin as lived by a segment of its populace. Joyce gives the reader... - [Poem: The Glass Maze](https://literaryyard.com/2017/03/25/poem-the-glass-maze/): By: David Francis I am in the enchantment never to touch it like someone else’s garden but why worry if it touches me you do not touch the paintings in a museum I go along with that reasonableness There is doubtless... - [Poem: Another Side](https://literaryyard.com/2017/03/25/poem-another-side/): By: David Francis I feel I know a side of you that no one but me knows I see you with the others and I feel lost I think: no, nothing in common exists between us as if an alarm went... - [Prime Minister Netanyahu's “crazy Negevist” bedroom-enterprise](https://literaryyard.com/2017/03/25/prime-minister-netanyahus-crazy-negevist-bedroom-enterprise/): By: Chuck Orloski As a special favor for “America’s greatest ally,” the street smart President Donald Trump gave Benjamin Netanyahu his TracFone cell phone number – to be used for confidential conversations, only. With > 500 minutes remaining on the president’s... - [Poem: Innocence regained](https://literaryyard.com/2017/03/25/poem-innocence-regained/): By: Balu George Why is it said one must pass through darkness to re-enter the light? Why is it said re-enter and not enter? Why did Mr. Kane whisper rosebud on his deathbed? I like idly and white chutney, I also... - [Poem: Baccy User](https://literaryyard.com/2017/03/25/poem-baccy-user/): By: Gareth C He is a labourer of tobacco, margarine coloured finger tips rotting apple brown skin. Lungs struggling to inflate, or breath, though one day may fail to take him out; But he is happy with his rolled fag and... - [Poem: The Moon](https://literaryyard.com/2017/03/25/poem-the-moon/): By: Gareth C The moon had cooked up a stew of cloud, but blamed the sea. Serving it to the mountains that sat in their own height. We were hit first as rain sizzled on the tents skin. I watched the... - [Poem: Christ And The White Orchid](https://literaryyard.com/2017/03/24/poem-christ-and-the-white-orchid/): By: Ruth Deming She curves like the crescent moon tiny blossoms with Roman noses of deep character, serious flowers who know the importance of every single day, to treat well your brethren, bow before them, pass them food when they’re... - [Poem: Ode to Love (or One Last Chance)](https://literaryyard.com/2017/03/24/poem-ode-to-love-or-one-last-chance/): By: Angelo McCabe Though at Death’s door Or perhaps she at mine No one answers; what of that? And yet, my heart and soul hang by one last breath, the thinnest of twine. With myvery last ounce Like a fool I... - [Story: Aliens](https://literaryyard.com/2017/03/24/story-aliens/): By: Ram Prasath “Sir, we heard that you are suspended from NASA operations due to your stupid attitude issue within the organization?” the reporter of DailyNews.com asked. “Yes. It is true that I have been suspended” Collins said. “We have... - [Public Exams](https://literaryyard.com/2017/03/24/public-exams/): By: Ram Prasath My public exams were upcoming. In a few, crucial weeks I was to give them away. It was not like I had not given it its due time for preparation. Yet, you know, human body is a huge... - [Poem: Tears, I Cry Not](https://literaryyard.com/2017/03/24/poem-tears-i-cry-not/): By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick Fierce throbbing Lightning strikes Ignore, I try Unbearable moments Tears, I cry not I ask not why Grey overcast skies A grimace hidden behind As a sliver of sun appears Perhaps there is hope A facade.... - [Man on the Phone and other poems by Adreyo Sen](https://literaryyard.com/2017/03/24/man-on-the-phone-and-other-poems-by-adreyo-sen/): By Adreyo Sen Man on the Phone Unconscious he is that unconsciously He is a thing of beauty, One hand poetic elegance As it addresses the air, The other a bracket ended by slender metal Transporting him to a world... - [Poem: i won't honor evil](https://literaryyard.com/2017/03/12/poem-i-wont-honor-evil/): By: Linda M Crate you want empathy, compassion, respect, honor, and the world; everything for free— you want me to crucify myself because you both fear and loathe my power and the beauty of my dreams because they can cut... - [Poem: my greatest strength](https://literaryyard.com/2017/03/12/poem-my-greatest-strength/): By: Linda M Crate i was a cancer born under an aries moon stubborn is an understatement of the century, and my temper glows brighter than even the whitest or bluest star; i am a passionate being full of love... - [Poem: Patriot](https://literaryyard.com/2017/03/12/poem-patriot/): By: Linda M Crate the government isn’t a corporation, and even if it were we don’t approve of the way you’re running it; mr. president, there was another time were facts and science were shunned and we called it the... - [Poem: Clown](https://literaryyard.com/2017/03/09/poem-clown/): By: Balu George  There are trees with auras and slow trains with character. Strawberry jams which delight, and thunderclaps, thunderclaps! Earth, sky, fire, wind, water. There are fast cars which gun down the road, And chubby babies who smell of talcum... - [Poem: How is the View from Prison?](https://literaryyard.com/2017/03/09/poem-how-is-the-view-from-prison/): By: Ryan Quinn Flanagan archetypal gag reflex 300 years away the pail under the sink is growing mouldy and impatient fussy as a petulant child the handle broken off how is the view from prison? do they read your mail? smuggle... - [Poem: Wet Suit](https://literaryyard.com/2017/03/09/poem-wet-suit/): By: Ryan Quinn Flanagan I stood outside the hockshop along Richmond watching the many old men come and go. Departing as I once did, one after the other, their heads lowered in their chests even though it wasn’t cold, ashamed in... - [Poem: Wispy Pink](https://literaryyard.com/2017/03/08/poem-wispy-pink/): By: Charlotte Choi Looking in the mirror Seeing a cherry blossom still a sapling Wanting to see the petals grow and fall Blossoms being to develop As I continue to wait Wanting to see the petals grow and fall Looking at... - [Interview with the Author of The High Priestess Never Marries'](https://literaryyard.com/2017/03/08/interview-with-the-author-of-the-high-priestess-never-marries/): By: Michelle D’costa Sharanya Manivannan’s latest book is The High Priestess Never Marries (Harpercollins India, 2016), a collection of stories on women, solitude and desire which was shortlisted for the Tata Lit Live! First Book Award (Fiction). She is also the author... - [Poem: Craving](https://literaryyard.com/2017/03/08/poem-craving/): By: Malini Misra She craved for what she hadn’t seen, She craved for love she hadn’t been, She dreamed of a picket fenced home, with two children and a dog, Little did she know life could also be an adventure, She... - [Poem: Carried Away](https://literaryyard.com/2017/03/07/poem-carried-away/): By: JD DeHart Enter the persona, because I don’t like being skewered by eyes classic introvert Wise cracking, is it too much wit again? or what passes for wit? I’ve got a heavy message, three bags full, full of data-riddled... - [Poem: Means the World](https://literaryyard.com/2017/03/07/poem-means-the-world/): By: JD DeHart I’m not sure where the world stands anymore, old beliefs have fallen like slate sliding into boiling tense ocean I’m not two weeks ago me I’m not sure what the heavens make of this, if they look... - [Poem: Rain of Love](https://literaryyard.com/2017/03/07/poem-rain-of-love/): By: Neelam Singh The beauty of rain I behold Raindrops fall upon me Frost-bitten heart melting at the sound of rain Moments of pain exposed by the rain Joy, I see everywhere Oh! What a sight to see If only... - [Review: Em And The Big Hoom By Jerry Pinto](https://literaryyard.com/2017/03/05/review-em-and-the-big-hoom-by-jerry-pinto/): By: Jigar Brahmbhatt She discovered with great delight that one does not love one’s children just because they are one’s children but because of the friendship formed while raising them: Marquez writes in Love in the time of Cholera. I... - [Anwarul Karim’s ‘Water and Culture in Bangladesh Past and Present’](https://literaryyard.com/2017/03/05/anwarul-karims-water-and-culture-in-bangladesh-past-and-present/): A New Pathway to Measure the Value of Water through the Culture of Bangladesh By: Mohammad Jashim Uddin and K Ahmed Alam Professor Dr. Anwarul Karim is a worldwide famous and recognized researcher of Bangladesh History, culture and norms. He... - [Poem: Each Day](https://literaryyard.com/2017/03/04/poem-each-day/): By: James G. Piatt The top of the pepper Trees glisten With a scarlet glow from Vanishing prayers, The Mission’s bell spire Gleams with a holy flame, Dim umbra’s exist below. Oh beautiful summer day, What will you bring and Leave... - [Poem: Forget](https://literaryyard.com/2017/03/04/poem-forget/): By: James G. Piatt Beneath the shade of a Sycamore tree, looking at thoughts reflecting off the ripples of a blue pond, I hear the strident voice of a red headed acorn woodpecker tapping, “forget, forget, forget,” into the emptiness of... - [Poem: Hope](https://literaryyard.com/2017/03/04/poem-hope/): By: James G. Piatt When I am probing for relief from dark days, my mind is fraught with the omens of a murky future, the sky is filled with dark thunder, and foreign deserts with rebellious cruelty, and the airways are... - [Review: Norse Mythology](https://literaryyard.com/2017/03/04/review-norse-mythology/): By: Ajay Patri Neil Gaiman, in his introduction, is quite clear about a few things regarding this new book of his. One, the way his own works in the past have been influenced by the Norse myths (anyone who has read... - [Story: The Schock](https://literaryyard.com/2017/03/02/story-the-schock/): By: Dr. Cornelia Păun Heinzel : Translated from Spanish by: Iulia Costache A long heartbreaking whistle, like a desperate wailing penetrates the souls of those who wait on the wings of the boulevard in the center of Bucharest. Every bit... - [Story: Knife](https://literaryyard.com/2017/03/01/story-knife/): By: Ram Prasath As a sharp knife was on its way penetrating that tall man’s chest and he screamed loudly while his clothes went red, the director shouted “cut” thrice indicating to the crew that the scene was over. The... - [Story: A murder](https://literaryyard.com/2017/03/01/story-a-murder/): By: Ram Prasath “A Million?” “Five. One settlement” The dark figure that sat inside the Rangerover thought for a moment and pulled out a bag and handed it over to Donovan and Jimmy. Donovan and Jimmy took the bag, pulled its... - [Poem: Poetry is ...](https://literaryyard.com/2017/03/01/poem-poetry-is/): By: Milt Montague poetry the ultimate language implying a multitude saying little shorthand a story simply told much left to imagination creative imagery cloaks an idea in protective camouflage a strong feeling held close briefly committed to paper words are... - [Poem: Case](https://literaryyard.com/2017/03/01/poem-case/): By: Milt Montague when I was a child the world was dominated by the penny candy case highlight of the local candy store a large glass showcase featuring many glass shelves chock full of different candies all available at two... - [Poem: Dennis Rodman's quest for another shot at international diplomacy](https://literaryyard.com/2017/03/01/poem-dennis-rodmans-quest-for-another-shot-at-international-diplomacy/): By: Chuck Orloski At West Wing desk, Reince Priebus takes a weird (unsolicited) call from Donald Trump’s “old home boy” pal and summons the president to answer his phone. “Yo, it’s me, The Worm,” said Dennis Rodman, “remember me?” (a grumpy... - [The Pigeon Man of Fez](https://literaryyard.com/2017/02/25/the-pigeon-man-of-fez/): By: Jacob Mardell I mistook Ibrahim for a calm man, but when he spoke about our imminent doom, his long, sedate face lit up. With the enthusiasm of a village gossip, excitement bristled his features, and with the sincerity of a... - [Outward Wind and other poems by Denny E. Marshall](https://literaryyard.com/2017/02/25/outward-wind-and-other-poems-by-denny-e-marshall/): By: Denny E. Marshall Outward Wind Drawn to original candle Flame burnt out long ago Galaxies speed outward Insects in dark gravity wind Between wide arms of black Friends cold and darkness live Lurching in hidden shadows Constant birth of rips... - [Story: Silent Cheers](https://literaryyard.com/2017/02/22/story-silent-cheers/): By: Raymond Greiner Allegany Heights is an affluent bedroom community near Philadelphia. The state of Pennsylvania is a renowned hub of football mania, and many historic great players have emerged from this geographic area. Allegany Heights High School is no exception;... - [Poem: There’s A Hole](https://literaryyard.com/2017/02/22/poem-theres-a-hole/): By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick There is a hole in his soul Existing at birth, crafted by life Recognizing his difference Remembering the loud noise, all the commotion, the sirens Hiding in a closet with his young brothers Why didn’t he... - [The Rabbi Lord who wants Hawking “down and out” in Orwell's London](https://literaryyard.com/2017/02/22/the-rabbi-lord-who-wants-hawkings-down-and-out-in-orwells-london/): By: Chuck Orloski Gloomy and anguished, British Rabbi Lord Jonathan Sacks looked into mirror and kept repeating to himself, “Fools, fools are scientists who don’t profess love for Israel… and fool, fool is the Pope for his welcoming Stephen Hawking... - [Poem: Silence, A Necessity](https://literaryyard.com/2017/02/22/poem-silence-a-necessity/): By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick Squishing her head between two pillows Blocking both light and sound No tolerance for incessant chattering, the blaring television From her earbuds classical music play Distinct notes louder than she desired, her solitary weapon against the... - [Poem: Letter to Self](https://literaryyard.com/2017/02/21/poem-letter-to-self/): By: Oscar Navarro Dear Oscar, Since your father is always with you Appreciation for him you lose Enjoy every last moment You won’t be seeing him much. Leaving Colombia will shatter you You will have to start from scratch No friends,... - [Poem: Obsolete](https://literaryyard.com/2017/02/21/poem-obsolete/): By: Clay Marcus Cosue Remember the bully who made fun of you all the misery he gave you I tell you eleven years from now, give him the southpaw You hated those mile runs one shove and he made you eat... - [Poem: Wun](https://literaryyard.com/2017/02/21/poem-wun/): By: Jared Wun I am the excitement felt when watching the clock countdown the final minutes of a school day. The rush of roaring cheers led by the stomps of eager feet, echo throughout the hallway. I am the stratosphere, home... - [Story: A Good Rain Knows When to Fall](https://literaryyard.com/2017/02/21/story-a-good-rain-knows-when-to-fall/): By:  JP Miller The bus ride from downtown San Francisco across the Bay Bridge to Oakland was long and choked with diesel fumes. The sudden stops and starts never bothered me much. I must have nodded out at some point.... - [A Seahawk lineman down on the N.F.L.'s sponsored trip to Israel *](https://literaryyard.com/2017/02/21/a-seahawk-lineman-down-on-the-n-f-l-s-sponsored-trip-to-israel/): By: Chuck Orloski At West Wing desk, Reince Priebus takes call from Seattle Seahawks defensive lineman, Michael Bennett. Quite occupied and having mistaken Michael’s baptismal-name for Reagan’s Secretary of education, William Bennett, Preibus immediately summons President Trump to answer his phone.... - [Poem: Californian Seasons](https://literaryyard.com/2017/02/21/poem-californian-seasons/): By: Jasmine Chen Early morning dew shines with the sun’s golden rays. The flowers wake up. Sun rises to zenith, and trees reach up with their leaves. Heat makes all sluggish. Leaves fall with the sun as it turns orange, then... - [Story: Abstract Realism](https://literaryyard.com/2017/02/20/story-abstract-realism/): By: Ruiquan Li “This is what I’ve been waiting for.” Stacy gasped. “The competition could be my way to the top.” The annual Paris art fair is near, and artists are anxiously waiting as the officials have yet to release the... - [Poem: Incense](https://literaryyard.com/2017/02/20/poem-incense/): By: Ruiquan Li The aroma pervaded throughout the room, like the distinct smell of my Mind Palace. I can still see some the settings, the lighter, the fire, and close eyes. Where Buddha was worshipped with faith, the old temples, like... - [Poem: Shadow](https://literaryyard.com/2017/02/20/poem-shadow-2/): By: Lynn Tieu My hands are the shadows of my parents’. Dawn begins and a distorted copy trails along. On sparkling platters, the eggrolls my mother made were savory and sweet, And drew in devoted followers like seductive Sirens from their... - [Poem: Good Job!](https://literaryyard.com/2017/02/20/poem-good-job/): By: Abhishek Yenumula Dear six year old Abhishek, I would like to congratulate you and tell you that you are a senior at high school and going to graduate in five months. Now, I know it’s hard trying to adapt to... - [Interview: Goncalo Dias divulges about 'The Good Dictator'](https://literaryyard.com/2017/02/19/interview-goncalo-dias-divulges-about-the-good-dictator/): LiteraryYard.com had an interaction with Gonçalo Dias, whose new novel – The Good Dictator has just hit the stands and online ecommerce platform, Amazon.com. The Good Dictator is part of the trilogy called The Birth of An Empire. Excerpts: 1... - [Poem: Family Dynamics](https://literaryyard.com/2017/02/19/poem-family-dynamics/): By: Melissa Oshiro Bushy eyebrows and sarcastic humor, Dad tells me to be mature. Then Mom barges in, her irrational mood swings, unpredictable. My sister tries to stay, but must return to a home that is not mine. I run to... - [Poem: Dear Melissa](https://literaryyard.com/2017/02/19/poem-dear-melissa/): By: Melissa Oshiro Going to sleep is important, though you think you can stay up to watch the sunrise. Dinner should not be eaten at four in the morning, nor should it be your first meal. The night is not the... - [Story: Death of Tyranny](https://literaryyard.com/2017/02/19/story-death-of-tyranny/): By: Dev Bhatia  “Nobody simply murders the Archduke of Austria, let alone some nineteen year old wishful assassin.” Scorned Salus. “Glory. Revolution. Freedom. Do these words mean nothing to you anymore? Years of planning and waiting for the right time, all... - [Rome: Maverick State of the European Union](https://literaryyard.com/2017/02/14/rome-maverick-state-of-the-european-union/): By: Gaither Stewart Long before the Nibelungen mythology spread in Teutonic lands, legends and semi-legends abounded in the ancient and isolated lands south of the Alps, legends that say a lot about how these peninsular Italic peoples today think and... - [Story: Wolf Girl](https://literaryyard.com/2017/02/13/story-wolf-girl/): By: Raymond Greiner Jim and Susan Marshall met in college and married shortly after graduation. Both earned meteorological science degrees and were offered an opportunity to work as a team for the US weather service. The first six months they were... - [Poem: The Letter](https://literaryyard.com/2017/02/13/poem-the-letter/): By: Nadia Rei Maglonso Relationships are by far the best and worst experience you’ll feel in your life. At one point you can feel on top on the world. On the other hand — you can feel the most gut wrenching... - [Poem: Grief](https://literaryyard.com/2017/02/13/poem-grief/): By: Nadia Rei Maglonso Deny what is reality Block out words and hide from facts — The first wave of pain. I blamed you for leaving Resented you for my pain — I needed closure. Sometimes I regret Not having enough... - [Poem: Bending](https://literaryyard.com/2017/02/13/poem-bending/): By: Mari Salarda Unpredictable— The water has its own mind Treacherous while calm My feet are dirtied black from the soil where green stalks grow and flourish It gives light and warmth Sometimes blue, red, or orange A tool, a weapon... - [Poem: Collecting Pebbles](https://literaryyard.com/2017/02/13/poem-collecting-pebbles/): By: Zunayet Ahammed Life is not getting well Sometimes invisible darkness appears in front of it It then moans and groans out of pangs. No place to go for peace and harmony Things are not happening The way we are sending... - [Poem: As Your Loved One](https://literaryyard.com/2017/02/13/poem-as-your-loved-one/): By: Zunayet Ahammed  I saw her once in an enchanting journey She was a princess, a beauty to flood the dark room with “moonlight” like the murmuring sound of the Padma Many days back I lost. I don’t know whether she’s... - [Poem: Voices within](https://literaryyard.com/2017/02/07/poem-voices-within/): By: Neelam Singh I hear voices, Voices within! Some are clear and some in vain I try to hear but the chaos therein I hear voices, yes voices within! The magnetic lunatic world around me offers frenzied voices Alas it overpowers... - [Story: Jimmy’s Visit](https://literaryyard.com/2017/02/07/story-jimmys-visit/): By: Bob Kalkreuter Sea oats swayed in the breeze sweeping in from the Gulf of Mexico. Sitting on a chair atop the wind-wrinkled dune, Travis could see down the beach to a fishing pier that looked like a centipede crawling into... - [Poetry](https://literaryyard.com/2017/02/07/poetry/): By: Balu George I write poetry without ambition, Without wondering about rhyme, Or worrying about metaphors. I write because I like writing, Just like, I like watching Women brush hair of their forehead, Balloons floating up towards the sky on... - [Story: Colum Twyne’s Last Leg Up](https://literaryyard.com/2017/02/06/story-colum-twynes-last-leg-up/): By: Tom Sheehan Not everything is as it seems. Sheriff Colum Twyne had heard that phrase said a number of times, and here he was being the proof of the saying. He was hoping it was a true observation in... - [Poem: My Deserted Father and His Tears](https://literaryyard.com/2017/02/06/poem-my-deserted-father-and-his-tears/): By: Pijush Kanti Deb She seems to be submissive to me who is yet to witness that stern storm which may drive a ship high and dry but I witnessed my deserted father and his hidden tears. So, I grant... - [Poem: A Camouflazed Mirror](https://literaryyard.com/2017/02/06/poem-a-camouflazed-mirror/): By: Pijush Kanti Deb Neither telepathy is known nor an effective time-machine is owned yet the race towards you seems to be so automatic that the frightening distance between you and me and the on going moking circumstance from my... - [Poem: Eternity of magic](https://literaryyard.com/2017/02/06/poem-eternity-of-magic/): By: Linda M Crate dance magic dance surfaced in my head three days before you departed almost as if you were summoning me from the deep slumber of a nightmare insisting it was time to become a rebel against reality,... - [Poem: Labyrinth king](https://literaryyard.com/2017/02/06/poem-labyrinth-king/): By: Linda M Crate there are no more tomes of labyrinth to beseech no more goblin kings to steal away the breath and hearts of young and old girls alike in the spinning of three crystal balls and a swift... - [Poem: Where'd you go?](https://literaryyard.com/2017/02/06/poem-whered-you-go/): By: Linda M Crate why have you left us, star man? seems the fabric of the universe is coming untethered in your absence, and we still have the music but without you it just isn’t quite the same; always i’ve... - [Poem: Waves](https://literaryyard.com/2017/02/06/poem-waves/): By: Angelo McCabe As you move and go away You divide me in two, Into the night and Into the day By your sun and the moon and stars that are Your eyes … Your eyes of blue That I love,... - [Poem: Old pain](https://literaryyard.com/2017/02/02/poem-old-pain/): By: Edward J. DeSilva, Jr is different than new. It grows more complex – richer – with the passing of time, like the taste of old scotch. It lingers on the tongue and in the memory. Or the smell of a... - [Poem: The Leaves Fall Faster Now](https://literaryyard.com/2017/02/02/poem-the-leaves-fall-faster-now/): By: Edward J. DeSilva, Jr The leaves fall faster now; it won’t be long. Tragic ballerinas pirouette and plié, magnificent in their death song. Lively spring-greens once supple and strong fade into shadows of glory now past. The leaves fall faster... - [Poem: Muse](https://literaryyard.com/2017/02/02/poem-muse/): By: Balu George The muse has deserted me. It’s a struggle, to say the least, To make the words soar, dip, straighten out. Evoke pathos, anger, passion, contempt. I will take anything. The muse has danced her way out of my... - [Poem: Andrea in D Minor](https://literaryyard.com/2017/02/02/poem-andrea-in-d-minor/): By: Angelo McCabe A bonfire burns in the silent holy night My body consumed by the fire that only you can ignite. I hunt for … what? Words — and the spirit that will be made flesh, that crave the caress... - [Poem: Time](https://literaryyard.com/2017/02/01/poem-time-2/): By:  Cornelia Păun Heinzel Every moment has its own meaning, significance, For me, for you, for him. In every moment there is an action important For me, for you, for him. Time is always crucial, For me, for you, for... - [Poem: Wanderers](https://literaryyard.com/2017/01/31/poem-wanderers/): By:  Lynn White All those lost people wandering the streets, perambulating among the purposeful passers by. Loose souls, dreaming products waiting to be fixed in frames, or pencilled in, placed on a page, or stage, stabilised, finished by my hand.... - [Poem: Once](https://literaryyard.com/2017/01/31/poem-once/): By:  Lynn White Once I was whole. Complete. Unbroken. Once I breathed air. Once I walked. I spoke, I smiled, I looked sad. Yes, once I had feelings. And then, my sadness was selected. Chosen and frozen in it’s beauty.... - [Story: There’s Someone for Everyone](https://literaryyard.com/2017/01/31/story-theres-someone-for-everyone/): By: Steve Slavin 1 Helene knew for sure that there was not someone for everyone. She could even prove it. Helene does not remember much about her parents. An automobile accident left her orphaned when she was just four year old.... - [Poem: El Chapo's revenge](https://literaryyard.com/2017/01/31/poem-el-chapos-revenge/): At West Wing desk, Reince Priebus takes a collect call and summons President Trump to answer. By: Chuck Orloski “It’s Joaquin,” said El Chapo. “Remember me?” (an untypical pensive silent delay) “Oh, you mean the guy who played Johnny Cash in... - [Poem: Where I Fit](https://literaryyard.com/2017/01/31/poem-where-i-fit/): By: Allison Grayhurst In the hourglass I see a cloud that greys the city. I see people at their art shows, theatre shows and antique shops blowing on their blankets in hopes of holding off winter, in hopes of never looking... - [Poem: Field](https://literaryyard.com/2017/01/31/poem-field/): By: Allison Grayhurst It doesn’t matter what field you run on, or who has your shoes. All that matters is that you keep moving over the hardly visited terrain where garden snakes and mosquitoes thrive. None of them will kill you,... - [Poem: Missing Them](https://literaryyard.com/2017/01/25/poem-missing-theme/): By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick 83 degrees, sunny Beloved spot Golden rays shine Beaming upon bronzed skin Pool enticing Gnawing in her stomach Ambiguous uneasiness Disconcerted Distinct days No laughter No smiles No traditions Sparkling lights fill the space Emptiness permeates... - [Poem: The Yellow Robot Messiah](https://literaryyard.com/2017/01/23/poem-the-yellow-robot-messiah/): By: Chuck Orloski Activate him by flip-of-a-switch, and so many packages move from conveyor to pallet… and shrink wrapped! Born in Shenzhen Silicon Valley, he is ageless, never slothful, he’s come to save mankind from its unproductive sins. He requires no... - [Poem: Thursday, June 2, 1988](https://literaryyard.com/2017/01/21/poem-thursday-june-2-1988/): By: Robert S. King Tonight I’ve come to watch my mother die or someone they say is her, who matches no photograph now, who gropes like a child for her mother’s arms, for the mercy of a God who, like a... - [Poem: Coming of the Age of Man](https://literaryyard.com/2017/01/21/poem-coming-of-the-age-of-man/): By: Robert S. King In his worn-thin army fatigues, Daddy is drunk on moonshine. He’s lost many jobs but never a battle. His eyes aim their barrels at me. A tattoo on his right arm says The baby is dead. Mama... - [Story: Another Day Closer to Hell](https://literaryyard.com/2018/03/15/story-another-day-closer-to-hell/): By: Steven Jakobi His quarry approached slowly and haltingly. A very nervous boy of about 16 carrying a metal bucket. From his vantage point of the 6th floor apartment, the sniper could see the boy’s face clearly in his sights.... - [Story: Drifting Across Labrador](https://literaryyard.com/2018/03/14/story-drifting-across-labrador/): By: Christina Cruz “This could be that moment.” “What are you saying?” the man suggested. “Haven’t you ever thought that there might be a time when we can no longer be together?” the woman confessed. “Why would you ever think that?”... - [Poem: Humankind Won’t Win](https://literaryyard.com/2018/03/14/poem-humankind-wont-win/): By: Kristin Bales Heavy drops precipitate down Mother Nature wearing a frown When it hits thirty two degrees The drops of water instantly freeze Increased precipitation An issue across the nation Climate change effects are present And it wasn’t our intent... - [Delhi: A Tale of 2 Cities](https://literaryyard.com/2018/03/14/delhi-a-tale-of-2-cities/): If anyone asks to list the place which is ancient yet renowned for its elegance and history, it is obvious for ‘Delhi’ to float into anyone’s mind. The city of Delhi is known to be the residence of our early... - [Poem: A Cookie As Smooth as Butter](https://literaryyard.com/2018/03/07/poem-a-cookie-as-smooth-as-butter/): By: Susmita Bhat I couldn’t help eating the last shortbread cookie from the jar I knew that its rich flavor that melts in your mouth like a spoon of butter is your favorite midday tea-time snack Please forgive me for it... - [Poem: Pickle Jar](https://literaryyard.com/2018/03/07/poem-pickle-jar/): By: Susmita Bhat The chili pickle sitting on the shelf was as red as fire Its sharp smell and fiery taste seemed to have grown after sitting untouched for several months As I closed the refrigerator door the shelf fell crushing... - [Poem: Silent Confrontation](https://literaryyard.com/2018/02/27/poem-silent-confrontation/): By: Gary Glauber Uprooted from routine this spring mizzle seems cunningly contrived to overthrow presumption. Heavenly tears clarify this foggy tedium slowly descending when memory marries desire. This juvenescent digression sprawls past simple grin, careening carefully into another fixed expression, stone-faced,... - [Poem: Making Memories](https://literaryyard.com/2018/02/27/poem-making-memories/): By: Gary Glauber A tepid night invites possibility, a chance at significance, something temporal that might last beyond this happy moon’s slow journey. Imagination curves into persuasion as conscious singularity takes root, knitting the dark into webs of realization through forces... - [Poem: Flotsam & Jetsam](https://literaryyard.com/2018/02/27/poem-flotsam-jetsam/): By: Gary Glauber Picturesque afternoon into evening, further proof of my own misgivings. Have I willfully misled her? Sounds of crashing waves allow minds to wander. Howard thinks she’s vapid, incapable of tackling philosophical queries that regularly riddle our conversations. She... - [Poem: The Night](https://literaryyard.com/2018/02/26/poem-the-night/): By: Gabriella Mejico As the mercury drops, and twilight passes into night. I greet Cetus and Orion as they travel through the Milky Way. A freezing caress lures me deeper into the night. Time is forgotten, and all that remains are... - [Poem: Fable Haiku](https://literaryyard.com/2018/02/26/poem-fable-haiku/): By: Denny E. Marshall after incident the three bears change locks goldilocks meets up with little red riding hood three bears surprise wolf jack’s magic beanstalk only climb up short distance harvest giant beans realize bad kisser that day riding in... - [Poem: Underground Shelter Tanka](https://literaryyard.com/2018/02/26/poem-underground-shelter-tanka/): By: Denny E. Marshall after countless years in deep underground shelter open steel hatch door airless as much of shock as sight of asteroid surface spend year’s underground finally the day arrives open hatch with caution step on surface, air is... - [Story: Roger 2 Into the Blue](https://literaryyard.com/2018/02/24/story-roger-2-into-the-blue/): By: Gentle Culpepper Rotting flesh on a stick The cool winds flow from the valleys of the dead. The foul souls surfing nervous seas stuffed with hate caress fat cheeks of the chunky man riding the devil’s wheels. The morning air... - [Screenplay: Burthen of Sanity](https://literaryyard.com/2018/02/23/screenplay-burthen-of-sanity/): By: Suneet Paul The setting is of a spacious furnished room with two beds placed at right angles to each other. There is a twin seater and a comfortable chair with a coffee table on the side at one corner of... - [Poem: Young](https://literaryyard.com/2018/02/23/poem-young/): By: James Croal Jackson I can tell you how many points LeBron scored last night or who won the World Series, but I can’t fix the leaking faucet in the bathroom, won’t mow the lawn if not overgrown. I don’t change... - [Poem: Stuck in an elevator](https://literaryyard.com/2018/02/23/poem-stuck-in-an-elevator/): By: James Croal Jackson Between floors I meet calm– meditation when firefighters arrive. Frank O’Hara might be proud though there were no red lights streaming in how one can wedge one’s own ideology in a wavering tower halfway to clouds but... - [Story: Future Child](https://literaryyard.com/2018/02/22/story-future-child/): By: Christopher S. Bell I got jealous today, but it didn’t feel normal. She was maybe sixteen and didn’t know much about anything. I still found myself trying to sound cool, though, like this girl could whisk me away. I’d tell... - [Poem: Comparison](https://literaryyard.com/2018/02/22/poem-comparison/): By: Balu George When you read in the papers, About a successful young entrepreneur, 5 or 10 years younger than you, Do you feel irritated and sad? Now let me ask you something. Do you enjoy eating a Masala dosa?... - [Poem: Let her be](https://literaryyard.com/2018/02/22/poem-let-her-be/): By: Balu George If somebody boasts, let her be. If somebody does not boast, let her also be. If somebody eats chicken by the reasoning that they can’t fly, let her be. If somebody thinks it shows a lack of empathy... - [Poem: burning through every nightmare](https://literaryyard.com/2018/02/19/poem-burning-through-every-nightmare/): By: Linda M Crate i am passionate and intense, but also vulnerable; people have always tried to exploit my kindness as if it were a weakness— but i am no fool i can see through their masks even if i... - [Poem: Winter feels endless](https://literaryyard.com/2018/02/19/poem-winter-feels-endless/): By: Linda M Crate the cardinal found his way to the branches of my mother’s tree which produces too many walnuts come autumn which i would carry away by the bucket full as a girl to throw in the woods... - [Poem: Playground of the fae](https://literaryyard.com/2018/02/19/poem-playground-of-the-fae/): By: Linda M Crate i walk past a magical grove where faeries play they don’t seem to mind me although they hide in the trees or ivy on the ground when i walk past i can feel their presence as... - [An analysis of Emily Dickinson’s (1830 – 1886) “Because I could not stop for death”](https://literaryyard.com/2018/02/19/an-analysis-of-emily-dickinsons-1830-1886-because-i-could-not-stop-for-death/): By Ian Fletcher Before I start my humble analysis, here is the poem to refresh the memories of those who know it and to introduce it to those who haven’t read this masterpiece of nineteenth century poetry: Because I could... - [Poem: Edged Double](https://literaryyard.com/2018/02/18/poem-edged-double/): By: Emily Ellison What is the value of temerity if in slugging along, I am still a lugubrious snake in the state of cardiovascular plunder? This gut holds but the jitters of mice tucked inside themselves, a false scale of scary... - [Poem: Swallowtails gulp down my frail](https://literaryyard.com/2018/02/18/poem-swallowtails-gulp-down-my-frail/): By: Emily Ellison Swallowtails gulp down my frail, yet renowned attempts at song. Notes, like black fish, burble in symphonic schools. Feed me nonverbal worms, for I have hunger for an earthbound tastiness, cuisine of the humble ground. Feasts reeking steamed... - [Poem: Beyond Recall](https://literaryyard.com/2018/02/18/poem-beyond-recall/): By: Ian Fletcher How busy I imagine they must have been in homes or offices farms or factories getting and spending living and loving until finally dying. How strange it seems they are now so still lying neglected here on this... - [Screenplay: Dad, I am having a heart attack](https://literaryyard.com/2018/02/18/screenplay-dad-i-am-having-a-heart-attack/): By Balu George Interior – Karthik’s Bedroom – Night – 2 AM. A boy in his mid– 20’s is asleep on the bed. This is Karthik, a Tamilian who suffers from anxiety disorder. He is tall, dark and handsome. He... - [Story: Wartime Disappearances](https://literaryyard.com/2018/02/16/story-wartime-disappearances/): By: Marie Chu “Elise! Where are you?” Jayce yelled. “Maybe I should check the orphanage.” He walked through the ruins of Tribeca, still in awe at the sheer damage the war had created. Remains of bullet shells littered the floor and... - [Poem: Burden](https://literaryyard.com/2018/02/16/poem-burden/): By: Aruna Subramanian Spines and blooms filled my path. Middle of the journey, I turned back To the sight Of reddened flowers. Bloody foot trails Burthened my Light travel… - [Poem: Trails](https://literaryyard.com/2018/02/16/poem-trails/): By: Aruna Subramanian     Low lying heights Symbolize the sky To a tiny bird That only hops. Blood filled quills, Unspread wings Withers away. Leaving behind The awaiting sky, To bear the trails Of grown feathers… - [Story: A Runaway](https://literaryyard.com/2018/02/15/story-a-runaway/): By: Ana Vidosavljevi It all started when I was 7. As far as I remember, my parents were fighting and arguing all the time. They couldn’t talk normally, actually, I think they couldn’t stand each other. I wonder how and why... - [Wellspring](https://literaryyard.com/2018/02/14/wellspring/): By: Dixon Hearne Warm springs draw the pilgrims forth, the bracing winds of winter at their back. Healing waters gurgling from the earth quell the worry, pacify the soul, sate the thirst of human longing— an ancient wisdom rediscovered. In... - [Poem: “Transitory”](https://literaryyard.com/2018/02/14/poem-transitory/): By: Dixon Hearne Steel mummies rust in scattered heaps as if tossed by pitchfork— littering the desert floor, changing shape with light and shadow and imagination. Debris. History. Art. A child’s roadside guessing game, chards and nuances of some former world... - [Poem: Antres](https://literaryyard.com/2018/02/12/poem-antres/): By: Lana Bella A fresco of fireflies bled sepia, mapped the night’s ration of willows suffering the rapids, threatening from some dusk, implacable shifts. Broke like leaves, runnel of years preyed on by the sparks of dandelions, breathing antres, seeping side- wards with... - [Poem: A Throat Circus](https://literaryyard.com/2018/02/12/poem-a-throat-circus/): By: Lana Bella Down she will come from among the branches and roots, feathered skirts pulled from the many birds of the meridian sea. She disciplined hands, forgetting an entire winter of throat missing glass, where sorrow and gin met in... - [Poem: Indigo](https://literaryyard.com/2018/02/12/poem-indigo/): By: Lana Bella Where earth was song and currents, I spread false indigo onto nights given glow of human skin, recalled to the pull of your hands in abeyance that was both real and omnipresent. Darkly of life I slept, pressing black to... - [Story: Young Republicans](https://literaryyard.com/2018/02/12/story-young-republicans/): By Henry Simpson The receptionist called and said I had a visitor who wanted to talk to me about a business. I went to the lobby and met a large man named Melvin Lacks who looked like someone who had... - [Shoe on the Other Foot](https://literaryyard.com/2018/02/11/shoe-on-the-other-foot/): By: Robert Bermudez teaching a classroom full of six year olds in Ecuador helped me to truly understand what it feels like to be on the other side of the immigrant experience Deciding it was time to both get away and... - [Story: Mangalsutra](https://literaryyard.com/2018/02/11/story-mangalsutra/): By Ramprasath 1 “How much can you afford?” Agent Neel asked. His eyes fell all over Renuga. Renuga appeared gorgeous despite her simple clothing. She just wore a red cotton saree with sandal blouse. A faultless glowing fleshy skin coupled... - [Story: The Night of](https://literaryyard.com/2018/02/09/story-the-night-of/): By: Eryn King Freezing and numb, the world looked like it was beginning to fade away as darkness slowly took over my eye sight. Did I meet it–death I mean, the action or fact of dying or being killed; the end... - [Poem: Superhot](https://literaryyard.com/2018/02/09/poem-superhot/): By: Jeremy Kim Loud clicks and taps His face a red sun I look to my screen Just chilling in a corner A cry for help His temper getting hotter I walk to him He’s surrounded by enemies I fire and... - [Poem: Abandoned Piano](https://literaryyard.com/2018/02/08/poem-abandoned-piano/): By: Alex Lobera The lid and prop, detached, lie nearby: abandoned sword and shield of a once-proud warrior of song. The former-grand now lies on its side, exposed, its case open, frame and strings, the innards of one more dead, spilt... - [Poem: ‘L.’](https://literaryyard.com/2018/02/08/poem-l/): By: Alex Lobera He was never born, yet I held him in my hands. Too early to be dead, much too early to be alive. I can’t remember all his features yet they are etched by Life’s stern chisel in the... - [Poem: A Painful Rose](https://literaryyard.com/2018/02/08/poem-a-painful-rose/): By: Tiffany Lee If a flower could feel, Then it would know only love. But the rose does not know the pain it gives to others, Its thorns wear the blood of others. With a touch of the rose, The whole... - [Progress](https://literaryyard.com/2018/02/07/progress/): By: Raymond Greiner How is progress clearly gauged? Is progress a machine or device invented to create less physical or mental challenge to daily routines? When does comfort become a negative and hard work a positive? In reality both offer favorable... - [Poem: There Was This One Time](https://literaryyard.com/2018/02/07/poem-there-was-this-one-time/): By: Cattail Jester there were more flowers here one time once upon a once upon she was a beauty queen before the pregnancy the shattered dreams the beating now it’s a burned up place where salt is sewn but I... - [Poem: Din and Den](https://literaryyard.com/2018/02/07/poem-din-and-den/): By: Cattail Jester he’s a loud noise in the back pulling fur of winter over his back to keep warm she’s a quiet sound wandering in the middle of winter melting snow with her bare feet it’s that kind of thawing... - [Gerardo From Skidrow](https://literaryyard.com/2018/02/06/gerardo-from-skidrow/): By: Jolo Motus When Gerardo started sleeping under the stop sign in the corner of my neighborhood, everything changed. Two summers ago, Gerardo ended up in Academy Way, the street I lived in. He told me that he was normally from... - [Poem: Take Off](https://literaryyard.com/2018/02/05/poem-take-off/): By: Stacy Chi The world that you live in will never last Welcome to your mysterious life And say good-bye to the past You will be worried and scared Always holding the feeling of fear But don’t worry you will be... - [The Truth About Distance](https://literaryyard.com/2018/02/05/the-truth-about-distance/): By: Lauren Waites I was 2,600 miles away from my friends, my pets, and my bed, and I wanted nothing more than tangible evidence that I existed in those moments in El Paso, Texas, or Albuquerque, New Mexico, or Fort Smith,... - [Memoir: Cardboard](https://literaryyard.com/2018/02/03/memoir-cardboard/): By: Abigail Dizon I was told that cardboard boxes are better than tents because they don’t trap heat. This is what Marlene, a homeless woman living on Skid Row, told us when my cousins and I gave her an extra box... - [Poem: History](https://literaryyard.com/2018/02/03/poem-history/): By:  Brianna Katsuda He shoots the gun She is about to impress everyone The wind blows through her hair as she glides through the air She doesn’t hear the crowds cheering or her competition sneering She can only think: be... - [Story: The Will to Kill](https://literaryyard.com/2018/02/03/story-the-will-to-kill/): By: Brianna Katsuda “This could be it,” Avery proclaimed. “Please stop talking so loud, mom can still hear you,” Anna whispered. “If she doesn’t get better soon, I’m going to pull the plug.” “Can you please keep your voice down? We... - [Poem: I Just Want A Phone](https://literaryyard.com/2018/02/02/poem-i-just-want-a-phone/): By: Noah Kim “Just wait till you’re older” Is what my mother told me When I begged her for a phon Ever since I was fourteen “You don’t really need it” My four sisters said to me But they were being... - [Road Trip](https://literaryyard.com/2018/02/02/story-road-trip/): By: Maribel Balaoro “How long did you think I would wait?” Madeline shouts from the car. “Sorry Mady, I forgot something from the apartment.” Suzy said as she opened the trunk and threw in several trash bags. “C’mon! Let’s go, we’re... - [Poem: Where do the Woods Part](https://literaryyard.com/2018/02/02/poem-where-do-the-woods-part/): By: KJ Hannah Greenberg Where do the woods part, castles touching the sky, Succulent dropes growing pulsed to common lies? When is a kitten sinking, drowning in the river, Watched by a school girl drilled not to save her? How long... - [Poem: Sauntering around Remote Corners](https://literaryyard.com/2018/02/02/poem-sauntering-around-remote-corners/): By: KJ Hannah Greenberg In most remote corners, mayhap, where societies cut loose, Sauntering away from municipalities’ dry toast-quaffing Patients, stoned artists suffering alimentary misfortunes, Paid rumors of: plastic pony rape, alopecia, and debt, Circulate ‘round factories, enrich thieves, cure halitosis,... - [Story: Algodon](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/31/story-algodon-2/): By Gaither Stewart The last time I saw Algodón was in the instant before the medics pulled the sheet over his face. From my fourth floor balcony across the narrow street, even in the faint late-night illumination, I could perceive... - [Story: "The Bronx Safari Trip"](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/30/story-the-bronx-safari-trip/): By: Jerry Vilhotti  Gianni sat in the back of the car totally engulfed by cigar smoke which was coming from his father’s nervous puffing which grew more frantic the closer they were approaching the foothills; the Father swore he could... - [Poem: Representation](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/30/poem-representation/): By: JD DeHart To take the word and conjure it in mixed media, to take another’s narrative and wrap it in our own metaphor, playing the game of placing or noting emerging codes, to take many paragraphs and truncate them... - [Poem: Grim](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/30/poem-grim/): By: JD DeHart Now, I’m really not a bad reaper, just happen to be born this way. Imagine me, if you can, pressed from the womb in a dark hood. Some people choose jobs, some jobs… well, they’re compelled by... - [Poem: A Tired Traveler](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/29/poem-a-tired-traveler/): By: Abishake Koul  I count the number of flights I have taken this year I don’t post any statuses or spam social media I am not sure what is the break even to gloat about it But I sure feel tired... - [Poem: My Mirror Speaks to Me](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/29/poem-my-mirror-speaks-to-me/): By: Abishake Koul It’s just an illusion, my friend Even the pain isn’t real at times Love begets love is propaganda And Romeo didn’t die Only the dumb know such stuff Some who can’t speak And some who don’t say... - [Poem: Lifetime](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/29/poem-lifetime/): By: Dr. Neeraja Mani lifetime ,settled its eyes within the last flame of the dying fire it flew around the lantern cursing all the worthless days passed Silently suffocated within the tearfull channel over the cheeks wished to sleep eternally into... - [Story: Great Hall of Rejected Writers](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/27/story-great-hall-of-rejected-writers/): By: Stephanie Musarra “You are here, because the world rejects you,” the professor said, “Society has shunned you, and mommy, and daddy want nothing to do with you.” He paced the floor of the dungeon. “I took you in to keep... - [Poem: Rain of colors...](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/27/poem-rain-of-colors/): By: Aruna Subramanian My pallid days become a colorful palette in many rainy evenings by the countless colors of pretty parasols you hold up for me. Let’s paint the path with love and joy as we saunter beneath a bubble holding... - [Story: The Last Great Family of Brooklyn](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/27/story-the-last-great-family-of-brooklyn/): By: Steve Slavin 1 Albemarle Road is not just the most beautiful thoroughfare in the group of seven neighborhoods known as Victorian Flatbush, but perhaps in all of Brooklyn. Most of the homes were built around the turn of the nineteenth... - [Finding the Keys Again](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/26/finding-the-keys-again/): By: Pam Munter It’s easy to lose track of what matters in a life that’s busy and complicated. The process of reconnecting with the self and one’s passions sometimes can come from unexpected places. Like summer camp, for instance. Though... - [Poem: Man's Best Friend](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/26/poem-mans-best-friend/): By: Arthur J. Willhelm I have a dog This dog is full Of love and Affection He sleeps on An armchair While humanity Rips itself Apart While wars are Fought And man gets ahead By stepping on Other men I’m not... - [Poem: The Human Heart Beats Backwards](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/26/poem-the-human-heart-beats-backwards/): By: William Wren The human heart retreats. It recedes as it progresses. It devolves as it evolves, reversing as it beats. The human heart beats backwards but that isn’t how it starts. An infant, it moves forward with a million expectations.... - [Poem: Look into my eyes](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/25/poem-look-into-my-eyes/): By: Surabhi Kaushik Look into my eyes and you will see my wounds still raw as fresh meat my frozen tears that never flowed through the walls of my heart for they have now turned into stone Your smile is kind... - [Story: Losing a Gangster](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/25/story-losing-a-gangster/): By: Ramprasath In several ways, John Dragon established himself as the gangster of the inter-galactic. Every restaurant along the inter-galactic route has to pay him his share. He was the pirate in that part of the universe. Attacking and robbing space... - [Poem: Little One](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/25/poem-little-one/): By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick By the age of one and a half, Little One obviously unusual, maybe a bit odd, but gave the sweetest kisses, but only after he stopped licking A quirky baby was he, spending warm mornings soaking... - [Poem: Praying For Her Heart](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/25/poem-praying-for-her-heart/): By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick Standing in the doorway with tears streaming down her face, lashing out pain, frustration, helplessness Choking back tears listening to her daughter’s words, observing how beautiful she is, long hair shimmering in the sunlight The sparkle... - [Poem: Creases in My Heart](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/24/poem-creases-in-my-heart/): By: Beaubo Creases in my heart. Flaws of my soul. And you, my estranged, what do you desire through the condemnation, disorientation, magnification, distortion, and manipulation? Solace, my purported, Beloved? - [Poem: Love Me Forever](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/24/poem-love-me-forever/): By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick Will you still love me when the sky changes from sunshine to rain Will you still love me the same When my eyes of blue close forever Will you love me Will you despise I was... - [Google launches audiobooks on Google Play](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/24/google-launches-audiobooks-on-google-play/): Looking at the increasing inclination towards the use of voice commands and personal digital assistants, Google today announced the launch of audiobooks on the Google Play store in India. Users can now experience their favorite literature read out to them... - [Story: Close Encounters](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/23/story-close-encounters/): By Suneet Paul It was Sonali’s fortieth birthday today. Her angular face still had that seductive charm of the yester-years, although the hair had started showing signs of grey at the temples and the back of the head. Faint wrinkles... - [How to become an amazing motivational speaker](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/23/how-to-become-an-amazing-motivational-speaker/): Public speaking is not easy but an art that takes a lot from you before you master it. It not only requires a lot of hardwork but courage to put your ideas across in front of an audience. Never assume... - [Poem: My Grandfather’s Wig](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/23/poem-my-grandfathers-wig/): By: Richard Luftig I was about six when Grandpa stopped by on his way home from work. He smiled at me, said: You’ll never guess what I have under my hat. He doffed his fedora and I saw his hair, brown,... - [Poem: A Stack of 45’s](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/23/poem-a-stack-of-45s/): By: Richard Luftig I tried to explain them to a Millennial once but it didn’t take. How they looked: squat, dressed in their sheer plastic. Mouths wide open in perpetual surprise. And always those B-sides: I’m a Hog for You Baby.... - [Poem: What it Was](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/23/poem-what-it-was/): By: Richard Luftig He is intent In his life To make This journey His home. But every passing Day causes Pause Like pen Poised upon Blank page. There are No words left To explain Her absence. It is more Like ice... - [Poem: Why fear Martial Law in the Philippines?](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/22/poem-why-fear-martial-law-in-the-philippines/): By: April Mae M. Berza As I have said, it will depend on [the President]. It is his decision, I cannot preempt him. Anyway, why are you so scared of martial law? -PNP Chief Dela Rosa, Rappler PNP Chief Dela Rosa... - [Poem: World Peace Begins at Home/After the Divorce](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/22/poem-world-peace-begins-at-home-after-the-divorce/): By: Connie Woodring Waltzing battle, all is calm— A higher calm, threatening storm and conflict perhaps present at the flick of a wrong note, out of tune peace. No more blood, only stains (what do they mean?) No more glaring, historical... - [Daymond John's 4 favorite books that changed his life](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/21/daymond-johns-4-favorite-books-that-changed-his-life/): I thought that we should not to refrain from featuring a few motivational speakers and authors from the business world. I picked it up from the famous business website about Daymond John. As his webiste says: Daymond John has come... - [Story: The Money Dog](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/21/story-the-money-dog/): By Cathy Beaudoin Like all the other nights we sleep by the river, my guide dog’s the one who ends up on the cardboard box, avoiding the roots and sticks that might poke her in the middle of the night.... - [Poem: An Old Dodge](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/21/poem-an-old-dodge/): By: Christine Jackson We got married in the spring and after too many bellyfuls of mac and cheese in the wet summer heat, you hankered for a change. You had eighty-two dollars in your jeans pocket. I kept a rumored job... - [Poem: Disorder in Key West](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/21/poem-disorder-in-key-west/): By: Christine Jackson Key West spins away from a mainland where it has never fit. My life no longer fits. My mind roams where trees with silver leaves rustle in dappled light, kestrels cry, and lemon air soothes the yearning in... - [Poem: Blind](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/21/poem-blind/): By: Christine Jackson Like you, last night’s rain had moved on leaving me stranded in a dawn mist. My terrier nudges me into the day’s walk. We pass a wrought iron fence still coated with rain, and a row of dripping... - [Poem: Destination Nowhere](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/21/poem-destination-nowhere/): By: Ian Fletcher He sits across from me his coffee on the table cell phone in his hand surfing, tapping messages to who knows whom my ephemeral companion on the express train. Portly, middle-aged he appears neither happy nor sad an... - [Poem: Fallen Deep](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/20/poem-fallen-deep/): By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick Jump up, fall down Hold on, hang on, losing grip Caught in spiraling vortex No way out, no hand to reach They vanished, world departed Unknown reason, why the chosen one Unidentifiable horrendous act or a... - [Poem: My First and Last Love](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/20/poem-my-first-and-last-love/): By: Zunayet Ahammed You are a symbol of beauty You are more than the stars of the sky more than the clouds, the fragrance of roses the blue of the sea or the sparkling beauty of the dancing brook You... - [Story: The Culprit Was Winter](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/19/story-the-culprit-was-winter/): By: Timothy Naslund Late December chills persuaded our ears further into our coat collars. Our extremities screamed inward with frozen numbness cries to our legs to pedal us into a direction of some place warm and well equipped to inebriate the... - [Story: A Lily’s Smile](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/19/story-a-lilys-smile/): By: Hasu Leal There was once a little girl named Lily Allen. She had big, brown eyes like her father, thick, brown curls like her mother and beautiful, brown skin like her peers. Every night, her mother would tuck her in... - [Story: Blueberry Season](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/19/story-blueberry-season/): By T.Y. Euliano Physiology, pharmacology, toxicology…kill-me-now-logy. First year of medical school finally over, Emily left Boston with a full brain, empty pockets, and a desperate need for salt air and decompression. Her parents still in Europe, she had the house... - [Poem: I’d Like to Think](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/18/poem-id-like-to-think/): By: Holly Day Every once in a while, I make the mistake of wondering what it’s all about, if there is any point if I really belong to this vast, blackness of universe if removing this one microscopic piece that’s... - [Poem: This House](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/18/poem-this-house/): By: Holly Day  The trees grow close to the old house, reach out with blossom-stippled limbs as if trying to remember. There are bodies buried beneath the layers of stucco and drywall, a skeleton built up of skeletons stolen from a... - [Poem: Losing The Battle](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/18/poem-losing-the-battle/): By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick The voices are loud The voices are whispering, always present Racing thoughts, others pull up a seat Muddling the wires, recipe for obsession No peace No peace Never peace nor quiet Soothing music, sunshine upon the... - [The Influence of Nature on Human Life](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/18/the-influence-of-nature-on-human-life/): By: Indunil Madhusankha Nature is the life blood of all living beings on earth. All flora and fauna including us, the human beings are part and parcel of nature. According to Wikipedia, the free encyclopaedia, nature refers to the set of... - [Poem: The slow lonely moments](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/13/poem-the-slow-lonely-moments/): By: Kara Roberts the slow lonely moments that drip by and drizzle like stampeding tar black and ugly. it’s a lanky sedated parade of disingenuous smiles barely rippling the surface of the ancient tongue-tied statue who can’t feel the grains of... - [Maybe next time i'll get it right](https://literaryyard.com/2017/06/06/maybe-next-time-ill-get-it-right/): By: Linda M Crate i never told you that i loved you because truthfully you were always with someone else, and i knew or at least i consoled myself with you didn’t feel the same way in return; i was... - [Poem: Let them fly](https://literaryyard.com/2017/06/06/poem-let-them-fly/): By: Linda M Crate i refuse to sacrifice the light within to the darkness out there because the world deserves better we need more lighthouses among the storms to guide the dreamers home, and if i can be of use... - [Poem: Jacob’s Tangle](https://literaryyard.com/2017/06/05/poem-jacobs-tangle/): By: JD DeHart A well-dressed man with manicured life and teeth tells me that he’d glad wrestle with an angel, tangle with heaven in the grass below a celestial ladder, even if it entailed a displaced hip. If only it... - [Poem: Renaissance of No](https://literaryyard.com/2017/06/05/poem-renaissance-of-no/): By: JD DeHart During our most recent game of “Are They Dating or Are They Married?” at our favorite seafood restaurant, the researchers noted a distinct inclination toward the negative – This was not the cantankerous negative experienced with certain... - [Story: Winding tracks](https://literaryyard.com/2017/06/05/story-winding-tracks/): By: Debraj Bhattacharya I Susan looked out of the window of a café on a cold and foggy afternoon in London and wondered whether her life had any meaning. Was she simply a bundle of molecules floating in time and space... - [Poem: Love After Love](https://literaryyard.com/2017/06/02/poem-love-after-love/): By: Zunayet Ahammed YOU are a safe home Like the sunshine after rain Living far away from me But always living in my sweet dome With love and respect. YOU are a box of fragrance, A symbol of classical affluence... - [We Are the Children of Time](https://literaryyard.com/2017/06/02/we-are-the-children-of-time/): By: Anca Mihaela Bruma We are the Children of Time, our dew drops mirror our World, crossing the edges of eternal visions as strings of inception crossing immortal times. We move along with and through Time, seeking the effervescence of future... - [Story: Nostalgia Is Not a Rumor](https://literaryyard.com/2017/06/01/story-nostalgia-is-not-a-rumor/): By: David Lohrey When you get to be my age, you begin to put things into categories, make lists, sort people and things by a smaller and smaller set of variables: good and bad, affordable and pricey, attractive and out of... - [Poem: Chalk Dust and Sand](https://literaryyard.com/2017/06/01/poem-chalk-dust-and-sand/): By: David Lohrey What about the Arabs, you ask. Yes, I once taught in Saudi Arabia. This is very difficult to answer. Arab males I know, not females. Never met one. The boys are willing to study but would prefer to... - [Poem: Triumph of the Will](https://literaryyard.com/2017/06/01/poem-triumph-of-the-will/): By: David Lohrey Our President makes a point of greeting little old ladies in the White House. He makes a grand entrance and hugs them. His wife does a jig. I’ve seen them. He gives them a medal and congratulates them... - [Poem: Dead End or Cul de Sac](https://literaryyard.com/2017/06/01/poem-dead-end-or-cul-de-sac/): By: David Lohrey Trish: yes, she was the varsity slut at my high school. It’s so great having memories. I remember it all. Male and female electric sockets. Krystal’s hamburgers, 4 for a dollar, and a chocolate shake for a quarter.... - [Poem: Gather Round](https://literaryyard.com/2017/06/01/poem-gather-round/): By: David Lohrey The deplorables are deplorable. That’s the ticket. They don’t care. The men’s bellies show beneath their shrunken T-shirts. The women’s asses block the aisle at Trader Joe’s. Their children say fuck and shit like that. They’re incorrigible. The... - [Haiku by Kimberly Potter Kendrick](https://literaryyard.com/2017/06/01/haiku-by-kimberly-potter-kendrick/): By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick Anguish Excruciating Unbearable, agony Intolerable # Breeze Leaves falling briskly Windy, blades waving in sync Branches quivering # Ocean Crystal clear water Waves in rapid succession Splashing, sandy floor # Harmony Birds chirping faintly Meditation, clarity... - [Raymond Greiner's 'Millie and Ami' is finally here](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/30/raymond-greiners-millie-and-ami-is-finally-here/): Raymond Greiner is one of the best email buddies of mine whom I appreciate and respect most. His stories have always inspired me and the Literary Yard readers. What I really find most interesting in him is the spirit of pushing... - [Poem: Marina Beach](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/30/poem-marina-beach/): By: Chandra Shekhar Dubey The sprawling sands spread around your girdle , greeting lofty and wild waves on its naked bed. Rising and falling waves like mermaids sink into sublimated, sandy foams ; losing their magical colours of mystery The... - [Poem: Some Days](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/30/poem-some-days/): By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick Average day it began Woke up before dawn Listened to 80’s favorites Half awake phone vibrates Call received at 7 am A faraway friend We chat as she drives So far ordinary day it is Checking... - [Poem: I've Been so Creative](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/27/poem-ive-been-so-creative/): By: Katie Lewington my elbows sparkled with glitter and my nose is smudged in glue akin to baking cakes but such an orgasmic feeling, my God to be relating to the steady flow and rhythm to the heart in your soul... - [Poem: Love of my Life](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/27/poem-love-of-my-life/): By: Katie Lewington you are the eighth, seventh sixth and fifth forth, third second and first wonder of the world the deep colour of your eyes the folding up of your glasses ruffled strands of your hair the weight of... - [Poem: Air i breathe](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/27/poem-air-i-breathe/): By: Katie Lewington  poetry – quit, no this is for a living an appreciated form of writing call it poetry and it will have people saying i don’t read that but in a different guise it’s a meme, a share and... - [Poem: Same Time Next Week](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/24/poem-same-time-next-week/): By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick Wall to wall recliners and IV poles Unknown show on television Too far to see or hear Special chair saved with my name Others backed into cinderblock wall All the way back mine stretches Eases the... - [Interview with Chirajit Paul, the author of 'The Fragrance of Rose'](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/24/interview-with-chirajit-paul-the-author-of-the-fragrance-of-rose/): Literary Yard has spoken to Chiranjit Paul regarding his new novel ‘The Fragrance of Rose’ which brings to the fore the topic of sexual harassment at work. Chiranjit openly shares his insights on the journey of the novel and how... - [Of The Earth](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/23/of-the-earth/): By: Raymond Greiner Humanity can benefit from awareness of Earth’s influential evolutionary cycles and its spectrum of terrestrial life exhibiting ability to adjust and meld with the ever-changing biosphere. Geographic’s form the character of habitat designs dictating survival requirements. Equatorial, temperate... - [The Grace of Companionship](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/23/the-grace-of-companionship/): By: Raymond Greiner  Companionship defines life. Instinctive thought is of long-term, human partnerships, sharing each day approaching the bond as a single unit, yet interacting in dual servitude toward shared goals. Frequently such arrangements lack balance, but when in sync it’s... - [Review: Tales of an Unconscious Mind by Dr Nikhil Chandwani](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/23/review-tales-of-an-unconscious-mind-by-dr-nikhil-chandwani/): By: Ramprasath Balloon of reality, Wevolution, Third law of creation, DATA – Determination amplified to awareness, Newton’s approach……… “Perceptions” That is what is all in this new book of Dr.Nikhil Chandwani, a 23-year-old young writer from India. The peak of wisdom... - [The Sun Rising After You](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/22/the-sun-rising-after-you/): By: James Diaz there was the time before i knew the shape that my life would take the time before i first held something sharp against my wrist that could split the skin separate my spirit from my body the time... - [Clear as the Night Bearing Down](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/22/clear-as-the-night-bearing-down/): By: James Diaz I’d drive you to the coast but there’s ice in a bone I keep shadowed at night the floor creaks like the first chair moved awkwardly across the gymnasium floor of your first gathering of drunks I want... - [Standing in the driveway trying to block out the sun](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/22/standing-in-the-driveway-trying-to-block-out-the-sun/): By: James Diaz this thing I called my life constant driftwood every winter something essential was lost my heart beat slower I showed you once the place where my skin trailed off trauma curled signatures and the blue frost digging in... - [Penguin Random House India Starts the Indian Penguin League for Readers](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/22/penguin-random-house-india-starts-the-indian-penguin-league-for-readers/): Do you remember the last time you hid a book under the school table and flipped through the pages to play book cricket? For all the cricket enthusiasts out there, your favorite book publisher Penguin Random House India gives you... - [Seven Haiku by Denny E. Marshall](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/21/seven-haiku-by-denny-e-marshall/): By: Denny E. Marshall on DNA strands climbing the spiral ladder yet so far to go water from fountain after brief exploration parachutes back home his parents have some serious burns mostly college degree when Edgar Allen as child playing tag... - [Strutting Fascism and swaggering militarism](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/21/strutting-fascism-and-swaggering-militarism/): By: Gaither Stewart A strutting and swaggering couple they are, Fascism and the entrenched class of war. Their distorted visions of gallantry and nation come so naturally to both. The spick and span generals, employers of mercenaries and killers, chin... - [Story: Bryan with a Y](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/19/story-bryan-with-a-y/): By: Samuel Cole Riding high on cardio endorphins, I spot Bryan with a Y standing tall at the top of the stairs, sporting the crimson-colored basketball shorts and the gray All For One t-shirt I bought for him during a... - [Poem: I pray for the end of pain](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/19/poem-i-pray-for-the-end-of-pain/): By: Linda M Crate slain of their innocence the children stand in the blood of memories not their own crowned orphans by the hatred of men who have never met them but do not want their existence they are the... - [Poem: Not a weakness](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/19/poem-not-a-weakness/): By: Linda M Crate stop staring a picture would last longer, but don’t expect me to pose; your entire existence annoys me when you feel the necessity to be rude i try not to be cruel sometimes my tongue is... - [Poem: I just want to be okay](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/19/poem-i-just-want-to-be-okay/): By: Linda M Crate i feel exhausted of this place hangs heavy on my bones, and i’m exasperated of this job doesn’t do anything more than pay the bills; i just want to write, write, and write to be lost... - [Story: Breaking Chains](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/18/story-breaking-chains/): By: Raymond Greiner Horace Willingham epitomized success, a Harvard business school honors graduate working as an investment banker for thirty years. He has accumulated a personal net worth of ten million dollars and resigned from investment banking to direct time... - [Story: Doll's House](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/18/story-dolls-house/): By: M S Pallister The kettle whistled. Virginia looked at her I-heart-NY cup, sitting lonely on the worktop, and for the second time that morning broke down in tears. Rage tears. What about the allotment I had planned? All the rhubarb,... - [The Story of Venice Mask](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/17/the-story-of-venice-mask/): By: Dr. Cornelia Păun Heinzel Translated by : Sorana Avramescu Once Cornelia stepped into the city of pools, of romance, of supreme love and of the cruelest betrayals in love, Venice, the land rise of water, she had the feeling... - [Story: Washed](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/17/story-washed/): By: Ginger Simons I knew that the wind was shaking the windows. From the low light seeping in from behind the curtains, I knew that it was either early morning, or dusk. I knew that I was lying in a bed,... - [Story: Girls](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/16/story-girls/): By: Daisy Sortibran Amethyst scrunched up her nose as she watched the seats in the big red tent began to fill up. Her dad had dragged her and her younger siblings to the circus and she wasn’t happy about it. She... - [Poem: The Sky Will Burn](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/16/poem-the-sky-will-burn/): By: Gina Huh There are glasses left broken, conversations left unspoken, but there will always be a fire. After tireless pursuit of the dream, there will be a moment where the sky will fall down. The two will continue to pick... - [Poem: Alchemist](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/16/poem-alchemist/): By: Chandra Shekhar Dubey Inside me there is an alchemist transmuting The negative impulses into positive energy Churning thoughts into a cauldron of self-retrieval. Inside me the renewal of dying impulses form the halo of lumniscient rays , melting the... - [Story: Somebody’s Trash](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/15/story-somebodys-trash/): By: Connie Bae It smelled faintly of hot dogs. However, the strong stench of rotting food and unknown liquids made my eyes water. Everything around me was filthy. I was sitting in a pool of what seemed to be leachate that... - [Left Liberals And Counter-History](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/15/left-liberals-and-counter-history/): By: Gaither Stewart I read a Facebook post by an American Liberal comparing the refusal of the French Far-Leftist Jean-Luc Melanchon to choose between Emmanuel Macron and the rightist Marine Le Pen as President of France to the Left’s rejection of... - [Story: My idea of beauty](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/13/story-my-idea-of-beauty/): By: Mohammad Anas “What an awe-inspiring beauty” an old familiar voice exclaimed with joy. I was sipping my coffee just behind her table in a cafe. After a while, got a rough sketch that she was talking about her friend’s... - [Renee's Treasure by Indrani Sinha: A novel set in the Varanasi lanes](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/13/renees-treasure-by-indrani-sinha-a-novel-set-in-the-varanasi-lanes/): Renee’s Treasure by Indrani Sinha is a novel that claims to transport readers into the lanes and by-lanes of Varanasi through the protagonist – Renee. The author has endeavored to capture each and every aspect of the life that teemed... - [Poem: Alone](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/12/poem-alone/): By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick Alone dancing in the dark No shadows appear Moonglow creates a spotlight Her face uncovered No mask does she wear Look into her heart You will find her there Alone, ah yes, but not lonely The... - [Haiku: Family](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/12/haiku-family/): By: Pushkar Bawa Mom She loves her children She cannot live without them- She hates Chinese food Dad Working seven days Number one goal was to provide for his family Sister She is the fourth slice Without her it is uneven-... - [Poem: Wherever](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/12/poem-wherever/): By: Angelo McCabe She moves through space like a gentle sound and wherever she goes she glows. And the center of the world, and of Creation is wherever she is, wherever she is drawn wherever she stops to pause and rest... - [Story: The Objector](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/10/story-the-objector/): By: Raymond Greiner I gaze from my bedroom window on this glorious spring morning as dew glistens on the green pasture. Crows glean the field, with a loquacious sentinel perched nearby keeping watch. I’m William Townsend, and I just turned... - [Poem: Golden People](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/10/poem-golden-people/): By: Lynn White We were the golden people then, flying high above the rest, shimmering like the arrogant angels we saw playing way above the clouds. We could almost touch them with our arms outstretched as we danced our way through... - [Poem: Invisible](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/10/poem-invisible/): By: Lynn White For a long time, such a long time, invisibility has ironed out the creases in my soul, so I can hide, so I can decide if I want to be seen. I was always hiding. But now invisibility... - [Poem: Hidden Secrets](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/10/poem-hidden-secrets/): By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick A dusty attic is my mind Filled with cobwebs, boxes, and trunk after trunk after trunk Boxes of memories Time capsules of hope filled days There hangs the wedding dress worn at 21 years of age... - [Poem: The End](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/09/poem-the-end/): By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick Tumultuous mind Tumultuous life Ups Downs A chameleon Remove mask Hopeless Determined Persevered Life It’s just life Life on life’s terms Challenge after challenge Fought hard Lost my grip Pushed into a corner No exit Pressure’s... - [Story: The night before the day the lights went out](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/09/story-the-night-before-the-day-the-lights-went-out/): By: Mileva Anastasiadou That night, we shared our last dinner as a family. Since then, I’ve shared many meals with my mother, yet the family seemed incomplete, as my father was not among us. I can understand his reasons now that... - [Poem: A Home Momentarily](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/08/poem-a-home-momentarily/): By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick Viewing destruction Disbelief 13 weeks Comfort Security Contentment Stolen away A thief in the day A thief in the night Spinning tornado Destroying all that was precious; all that was valuable Destructive path missed no space... - [Poem: God Words I Given Forth](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/08/poem-god-words-i-given-forth/): By: Ency Bearis One normal night, at the time before I sleep To Lord God Almighty I pray, to let me be in a peaceful sleep and do not let my soul wander out of me My prayer solemnly But... - [Story: Before the Pursuit](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/08/story-before-the-pursuit/): By: Nicolas Kumkom “Hello officer! How are you this fine evening? Is there a problem?” The person babbled. “Do you know why I stopped you?” “Cause I partied too hard at the bar, and cause no one could handle my moves.... - ['Sita - Warrior of Mithila': Amish's Latest Mythological Salvo is out](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/07/sita-warrior-of-mithila-amishs-latest-mythological-salvo-is-out/): Mythological fiction is becoming Amish Tripathy’s trademark. With the runaway success of his Shiva trilogy, Amish continues to cast magic on his readers. Amish has perfected the art to reinventing the divine characters of Indian mythology and serve them in... - ['Behind Bars: Prison Tales of India's Most Famous' An Overview](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/07/behind-bars-prison-tales-of-indias-most-famous-an-overview/): India is a bizarre country where the criminal justice system operates in an awkward and partial manner. A ringside view tells you that you can ultimately buy the law and have the rules bent for you. For instance, if you are... - [Poem: Separated By A Curtain](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/05/poem-separated-by-a-curtain/): By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick She was in the next bed Only separated by a curtain Awakened early by a nurse Briefly checking on the woman Four appeared I could hear them Listening for breath Feeling for the woman’s pulse On... - [I Divorced My Family Today](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/05/i-divorced-my-family-today/): By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick I divorced my family today. I didn’t start the day with divorce as my plan. It wasn’t even a thought in my brain. I realized not; tonight the final event would be. I am who I... - [Poem: In the Dark](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/05/poem-in-the-dark/): By: Allia Koo At the end of the darkness I stare at a good samaritan’s figure helping the unwanted Deep into the darkness I dream Wishing to approach, between the stone cold walls I imagine an angelic view on the... - [Poem: Origin](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/04/poem-origin/): By: Malini Misra What can I write, that hasn’t already been written about, what can I possibly think that hasn’t been thought about. The origin of thought, the beauty of creativity, the moment I think of a new thought, a new... - [Poem: Wandering Fish](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/03/poem-wandering-fish/): By: Arina Yu There is a fish that is always behind trying to catch up to the others like Nemo. Although the fish swims, the fish eats, and the fish simply lives, its happiness is a crumbling cookie. The fish’s face... - [Poem: Black Letters, White Paper](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/03/poem-black-letters-white-paper/): By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick Ocean roars Eyes envision midnight blue, turquoise, teal, bronzed green Not simply one, all precise Tunnel vision, limited vision Black and white Closed minds remain Hands intertwined; caramel and ivory Stares Why must they gawk? Grey... - [Poem: The Orange Tree](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/02/poem-the-orange-tree/): By: JD DeHart Pelican mouths carrying whatever pelicans carry, perhaps microscopic fishes, floating in the air just beyond the dock Life keeps going carrying shopping bags into a set of sleepy mobile homes an orange tree offers no shadow Mad... - [Poem: Broker](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/02/poem-broker/): By: JD DeHart Behind dark glasses, with a derivative haircut, slicked back like a government agent on a Saturday morning cartoon, he looks ready to made a deal, smoothing out the jagged edges of bartering. Maybe a novice negotiator, maybe... - [Poem: Preparations](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/02/poem-preparations/): By: JD DeHart Of course, there is probably no way to really prepare. A string can be tied around the finger only so many times. I could run one hundred images, scenarios through my mind. The script gets old, tattered,... - [Poem: Rum and Gin](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/01/poem-rum-and-gin/): By: Arushi Singh Tell me the price Of college girl stereotypes And the blazing Hippy hopeful blonde eyes Spiirits of intoxicating Spirits with cigarettes Tipped on cracked glass Rum and gin With a dash of Hope and flying Dolphins In mother’s... - [Story: Figuring It Out](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/01/story-figuring-it-out/): By: Russ Bickerstaff We were all lost. I don’t know exactly when it was that I first made the realization, but we were definitely lost. There really was no getting around it. We were lost and things were starting to... - [Fiction: Fetish](https://literaryyard.com/2017/05/01/fiction-fetish/): By: Genelle Chaconas  The broad stripe across your thighs is met with another. Then another. It is not the house you live in. Nor any shape you can imagine. Wide as the underside of a belt. Where he massaged his wrist... - [Story: A Robbery](https://literaryyard.com/2017/04/30/story-a-robbery/): By: Nitta Pann “This could be that moment.” Calvin sighed. He took a drag of his cigarette. Jonathan crinkled his nose and glanced over at his partner. Calvin was slouched in his seat, an arm positioned out the window, staring at... - [Poem: Lisa](https://literaryyard.com/2017/04/29/poem-lisa/): By: John Grey  within the quote you’re irrespective of the meaning that wields it giving the finger to the history of English Literature as taught to you by Professor who-the-hell knows it says an object is a mere inkling of what... - [Poem for the Bed](https://literaryyard.com/2017/04/29/poem-for-the-bed/): By: John Grey The bed beguiles even when not in action. Its very anticipation of bodies is an impression in itself. The blanket is turned down. The coil-springs of the mattress near-burst with latent energy. Even its very stillness is an... - [Poem: One of My Life Stories](https://literaryyard.com/2017/04/29/poem-one-of-my-life-stories/): By: John Grey Three high school sweethearts, one from my first workplace, two from my second, the redhead I met on my travels, the blonde I married and divorced, a couple of in-betweeners and then you – I have been... - [Story: Falling Down](https://literaryyard.com/2017/04/29/story-falling-down/): By: JP Miller The first time I noticed the Tickle was almost three years after I had left the Army. Without notice, as I stepped across that magical line into Capitalism’s greatest accomplishment—into Wal-Mart World— my ears start ringing. Tinnitus?... - [Poem: i'm not inferior](https://literaryyard.com/2017/04/24/poem-im-not-inferior/): By: Linda M Crate i’m a woman, but that doesn’t mean that i will be weak or docile succumbing to the will of those who are wicked; i am not inferior to any man more than well aware of my... - [Poem: Set free by truth](https://literaryyard.com/2017/04/24/poem-set-free-by-truth/): By: Linda M Crate i am not inferior nor superior to anyone all i wish to do is bloom every day into a more beautiful me, and i will never back down from the challenge of bettering myself; or from... - [Poem: Monsters and Miracles](https://literaryyard.com/2017/04/24/poem-monsters-and-miracles/): By: Linda M Crate a single dream can free one from the world, and i have millions and billions maybe even zillions; i am a dreamer who will set the world free from the nightmares give wings to those who... - [Peace Chaplain](https://literaryyard.com/2017/04/23/peace-chaplain/): From the book RADICAL PEACE: People Refusing War By William T. Hathaway RADICAL PEACE is a collection of reports from antiwar activists, the true stories of their efforts to change our warrior culture. A seminarian contributed this chapter about learning... - [Poem: Drought](https://literaryyard.com/2017/04/22/poem-drought/): By: Debasis Tripathy It feels so helpless and bad, I don’t know why! Something’s in me made me sad, And answers I seek from the sky. I am unquiet, full of doubts, Nothing seems certain, all uncalm, Lots of water... - [Poem: Scenes of summer](https://literaryyard.com/2017/04/22/poem-scenes-of-summer/): By: Debasis Tripathy Summer smoking breeze shows no forgiveness, The dogs have since long refused to bark, They lie lifeless, drowsy with the heat Hoping to breathe, only when it’s little dark. Rivers, ponds and canals have run dry, barren... - [Poem: Whatever I am, still it's me](https://literaryyard.com/2017/04/22/poem-whatever-i-am-still-its-me/): By: Debasis Tripathy I wonder generally where my heart lies, Not sure why this feeling never dies. But when I enquire others about this confusion, They advise me to stop the inquisition. My instinct, in its own strange ways, Struggles... - [Poem: Unyielding](https://literaryyard.com/2017/04/21/poem-unyielding/): By: Ian Castorillo I made a bracelet a pure white bracelet with a knot a knot that stands for eternity the bracelet is small small like my wrists or like my feelings but they both expand every morning I struggle to... - [Poem: Unheard](https://literaryyard.com/2017/04/21/poem-unheard/): By: Jonathan Perez Nothing is what I get to say, but why would I talk if no one is listening? It’s like I’m the outlet and they’re the charger, but I can’t let them see what their excessive plugging does to... - [Dead Man Walking Into Storm Stella's Beautiful Pennsylvania Land](https://literaryyard.com/2017/04/21/dead-man-walking-into-storm-stellas-beautiful-pennsylvania-land/): By: Chuck Orloski (13 March 2017) I am Jack, Jack BeNimble to avoid a fall into deep snow drift. Or am I actually Jack, Jack BeQuick to get out of the candlestick storm alive? Stella blows upon red chapped cheeks.... - [Poem: Visibility](https://literaryyard.com/2017/04/19/poem-visibility/): By: Crystal Chavez I walk this plane unseen Invisible to the public My existence unrecognized Brown hair and dark eyes Tan skin overshadowed on the Silver Screen Flooded with beach blonde waves and bright blue eyes Erasure so thorough That... - [Poem: No Man's Land](https://literaryyard.com/2017/04/18/poem-no-mans-land/): By: Chandra Shekhar Dubey Setting my sights on unknown heights Unable to map out a route to my destination, I lost my way to an unknown territory. The trees were young and green loaded with spring blossom and green canopies, Luring... - ['Sudden Conflicts' A Novel by Gary Beck Hits the Stands](https://literaryyard.com/2017/04/18/sudden-conflicts-a-novel-by-gary-beck-hits-the-stands/): Author Gary Beck once again captivates with his newest novel, Sudden Conflicts. The story is of three college roommates. Three brilliant college roommates, from disparate backgrounds, aspire to join the world of high-tech super giants. Armed with newly-earned PhDs, they share... - [LUKOMORYE—Poets Pave the Road to the Golden Age](https://literaryyard.com/2017/04/14/lukomorye-poets-pave-the-road-to-the-golden-age/): By: Gaither Stewart (Rome) The recent death of the Russian poet with whom I was acquainted, Yevgheny Yevtushenko, prompted these considerations of the role of poets in social-cultural-political progress in general and in a particularly spectacular fashion in Russia. In few... - [Poem: Burned](https://literaryyard.com/2017/04/13/poem-burned/): By: Sydney Carcereny My Burns are my battle scars Ten years old and scorched By a fire that wanted to take my life. I choked on the smoke that invaded and strangled my throat Fist tighten, weighing any regret till they... - [Poem: Beautiful Flaws](https://literaryyard.com/2017/04/08/poem-beautiful-flaws/): By: Leena Adhvaryu There are all kinds of love in the world and then there is us; a dying star in a moonless sky an unusual metaphor, a metaphor nonetheless of how flaws can be breathtakingly beautiful. - [The Dreams of the Sacred and Ephemeral— a review](https://literaryyard.com/2017/04/08/the-dreams-of-the-sacred-and-ephemeral-a-review/): By: Dr. Duane Vorhees  Title: Dreams of the Sacred and Ephemeral Author: Kiriti Sengupta Published by Hawakal Publishers in April, 2017 Price: INR 350 / 15 USD ISBN: 97893-85782-62-6 [Hardbound] Page count: 202 Reviewed by Duane Vorhees In the “Alap” to... - [Story: My Little Brother Jace](https://literaryyard.com/2017/04/07/story-my-little-brother-jace/): By: Taylor Choung Lying down in a small office, closing my eyes, breathing deeply, hearing the distant ticking of a clock, I feel as if I am in an operating room. Once I hear my therapist’s voice, the moment of nervousness... - [Sagar Kamath Launches Debut Novel Chronux](https://literaryyard.com/2017/04/07/sagar-kamath-launches-debut-novel-chronux/): Professor of History Philosophy and Political Science, Sagar Kamath, tells the story of Time in his debut book, aptly titled ‘Chronux’. Understanding history through the art of storytelling has always been his passion and his debut book reflects the same.... - [Poem: Lucid Dreaming](https://literaryyard.com/2017/04/07/poem-lucid-dreaming/): By: Hyeonjin Yang  I’m walking barefoot through the rain. Overflowing, creating a river of seconds I’m building a dam called memories. Opening arms like Father Sky, hoping I catch them all Blazing comets fall to the earth, each emanating distant recollections... - [The Real Meaning of the 'Mahabharat'](https://literaryyard.com/2017/04/06/the-real-meaning-of-the-mahabharat/): By: Anon What is Mahabharat really? It is said in the texts that 80% of the fighting male population of the civilization was wiped out in the eighteen-day Mahabharata war. Sanjaya, at the end of the war, went to the... - [Chris Christie's waist size (58”) lament about not being picked](https://literaryyard.com/2017/04/06/chris-christies-waist-size-58-lament-about-not-being-picked/): By: Chuck Orloski At West Wing desk, a rather quiet day with only anxiety about another S.N.L. skit on the White House spokesman and President Obama’s alleged wiretap of candidate Trump’s campaign conversations. With calves rested upon desktop, hands behind back,... - [Poem: Blending](https://literaryyard.com/2017/04/06/poem-blending/): By: A. R. Sancheti Yellow Unchangingly cheerful like my childhood with rays of sunshine that radiate warmth on the most drab days the color yellow is my mother’s warmth with every touch Red My friends constantly fiery with passion and... - [Poem: Household](https://literaryyard.com/2017/04/05/poem-household/): By: Andrew Machado Mother cooks the food She deals with all problems- My family’s rock Dad works six long days- Don’t bother him on Sundays He needs to relax Matt goes to school now College is far from high school- FIFA... - [Poem: Never Ending Feeling](https://literaryyard.com/2018/05/28/poem-never-ending-feeling/): By: Zunayet Ahammed I’ve seen you in silence Your presence, love and tenderness Quiver at my heart with splendid touch And I feel comfortable. I’ve seen you in the first rays of sunlight Beauty streaming from your clothes and hair... - [Poem: Lost Visionary Gleams](https://literaryyard.com/2018/05/28/poem-lost-visionary-gleams/): By: Zunayet Ahammed I beheld you here last evening In an autumn dress full of juice Like white clouds of the sky To chuckle at me quietly Like a girl of 17 who feels woozy Looking inside and outside Not... - [Story: Dowry](https://literaryyard.com/2018/05/18/story-dowry/): By: Ramprasath Maha alias Mahalakshmi was very determined to not entertain dowry in her marriage. “Maha, we may have to be flexible when good profiles approach us ma” her father Natarajan tried to convince her. “Dowry is a sin papa. This... - [Poem: 'I was just hungry'](https://literaryyard.com/2018/05/18/poem-i-was-just-hungry/): By: Neeraja Mani (for Madhu who was killed for “a loaf of bread”) Muddy skin of yours said that you are untouchable. Tarry-Torn dress of yours showed that You are lunatic Sparse hairs showed you are no where to richness... - [Poem: Paddy outside the window](https://literaryyard.com/2018/05/17/poem-paddy-outside-the-window/): By: Prathap Kamath Everyday my window opens into a little patch of paddy laid to waste. Some later owner had grown coconut trees there. All of them turned out to be barren with mournful, drooping, long, yellowish green leaves. They all... - [Poem: Four](https://literaryyard.com/2018/05/17/poem-four/): By: Prathap Kamath As the fourth one I always smelt victory, mouth watering standing close to the third, but never had it. The victory stand had room only for three. I lived in the middle land between the wanted and... - [Nurses a Boon to the ailing patients](https://literaryyard.com/2018/05/16/nurses-a-boon-to-the-ailing-patients/): By: Col Binu Sharma, Senior Vice President- Nursing Services Columbia Asia hospitals have created an environment that supports nursing practice and focuses on professional autonomy from decision making at the bedside, nursing involvement in determining the nursing work environment, professional... - [Poem: Keeping Warm](https://literaryyard.com/2018/05/16/poem-keeping-warm/): By: Emily Strauss woolen wraps, down quilts piles of dry leaves a tent tethered in a desert wash bowed against a lashing storm a sail tearing from a small mast. a lone figure inside, fighting to breathe against the wind ripping... - [Poem: Christmas, 1956](https://literaryyard.com/2018/05/16/poem-christmas-1956/): By: Emily Strauss Black tire marks on the pavement— high school toughs with their cans of Pabst Blue Ribbon challenged each other to drag races in their Chevy hot-rods, peeling out, tires screeching down the cold empty streets late at night... - [Story: Copy-Paste Work](https://literaryyard.com/2018/05/15/story-copy-paste-work/): By: Ramprasath Madan stood next to the great Indian actor Irfan Khan and this is not a filmfare award function stage but Madan’s personal computer. Madan adjusted brightness and contrast to balance the colors to make his morphed picture look real.... - [Poem: Swimming against the current](https://literaryyard.com/2018/05/15/poem-swimming-against-the-current/): By: Milton P. Ehrlich  Hurt pricks like a thorn, waiting when waiting pains. Routines of humiliation and kindness shape the changes in your heart. The wail of Minarets reminds us to weep. Infidels in a foreign land reside in an Indian... - [Poem: Mates](https://literaryyard.com/2018/05/15/poem-mates/): By: Milton P. Ehrlich My old lady is now an old lady. She used to cut a rug as a jitterbug at the USO back in the 1940’s. These days she sashays across a kitchen floor in a sedate but sensuous... - [Poem: Hunger](https://literaryyard.com/2018/05/15/poem-hunger/): By: Milton P. Ehrlich Casualties of agreed-upon lies fuel their guts with fire and smoke, in a rage that cannot be quelled. They feast on glassy-eyed fish heads that even the seagulls throw away. Buckets of bumblebees sooth the palate. Like... - [Poem: A fine day for writing](https://literaryyard.com/2018/05/14/poem-a-fine-day-for-writing/): By:  James Aitchison The weather washes away yesterday’s words. Exhausted leaves carpet the feet of scholarly trees. Birds peck at grammar on the roof. The drizzle embraces my solitude. It is a very fine day for writing. - [Germany’s new right wing](https://literaryyard.com/2018/05/13/germanys-new-right-wing/): By William T. Hathaway Since parliamentary democracy was restored in Germany after World War Two, several right-wing parties have sought to get the required 5% of the popular vote to be represented in parliament. They all failed until 2017. In... - [Story: The Fountain Tree](https://literaryyard.com/2018/05/13/story-the-fountain-tree/): By Flo Au The sound was so deafeningly loud it woke up almost everyone from their sweet dreams in the estate nearby. Fleetingly, they looked out of their windows, seeing the sky torn into some kind of jigsaw puzzle by... - [Poem: Impressions](https://literaryyard.com/2018/05/12/poem-impressions/): By: Jimmy Coker It was the walk that drew me As though she were going somewhere fast Then the eyes deep and brown. These impressions never fade. We were sixteen What did we know of the tangle of love? I knew... - [Poem: A Moment When Stars Cross](https://literaryyard.com/2018/05/12/poem-a-moment-when-stars-cross/): By: Kayla Swanson Clothed, as in darkness, of serious amethyst hues binding in mystery to reveal hiddenness your secrecy a vague wanderer led by hopes from the inside. Into the din of chatter you enter stiff as a tightrope walker I’m... - [Poem: A State of Living](https://literaryyard.com/2018/05/12/poem-a-state-of-living/): By: Steve Lopez Miracle happens Currently helpless but cared It will not last long Ignorance is bliss Everything is fun and games for the time being Cog in the machine Past decisions, bring relief Others some regret Time is running out... - [Poem: Laughter...A Cure](https://literaryyard.com/2018/05/12/poem-laughter-a-cure/): By: Daniel Sou The sound of laughter Is a sound of joy A joy that can spread all around It doesn’t matter what age you are Or what race you are Laughing is for everybody And it will sustain us, so... - [Story: Preying. Ticking. Saving. Detaching..](https://literaryyard.com/2018/05/08/story-preying-ticking-saving-detaching/): By: Elohor Ojose There’s a small click; the bomb detonates. Click. Dust kicks up and shots ring out through the once peaceful town. Click. Buildings with thousands trapped inside crumble down. Click. Humans are blown apart. Bodies pile up. Red stains... - [Story: Pocket Buddha Aphorisms](https://literaryyard.com/2018/05/07/story-pocket-buddha-aphorisms/): By: Sam Mills Days give rise to talk of episodes that sleep makes plausible, but sleep is not an end any more than it is beginning. Life is action. To talk of change among people is meaningless. I believed in episodes... - ['A midnight walk' and haikus by Andrea Yu](https://literaryyard.com/2018/05/07/a-midnight-walk-and-haikus-by-andrea-yu/): By: Andrea Yu A Midnight Walk A sliver of the moon Piercing through pitch black midnight. The girl finds her peace. The “Crazy” Lady People took her to The doctors thinking she needs Help. She just wants love. Trapped in... - [Poem: The right things...](https://literaryyard.com/2018/05/03/poem-the-right-things/): By: Aruna Subramanian I start every day thinking to do the right things. I align every act accordingly. When I believe All is well, around me few wrongs happen. Those that you named as wrongs! I still intend to do the... - [Poem: Right or Wrong?](https://literaryyard.com/2018/05/03/poem-right-or-wrong/): By: Aruna Subramanian Was I wrong to have taken the wrong as right? Or was I right to not take the right as wrong? Now, Is it right to set the wrong as right? Or is it wrong to slip the... - [Story: Dishwashing](https://literaryyard.com/2018/05/02/story-dishwashing/): By: Neal Lipschutz I was alone in the apartment on a late Saturday morning and the phone just kept ringing. My mother didn’t get many calls, though at first I thought it was for her when I picked up and... - [Poem: To My Old Friend Who Knows How It Is](https://literaryyard.com/2018/05/02/poem-to-my-old-friend-who-knows-how-it-is/): By: Lynn White What ever happened my old friend? You know right from wrong. You know, you saw with your eyes open. You knew oppression, abuse of power, state terror, apartheid. You knew. You know. We boycotted, we campaigned, we... - [Poem: The Revolution Is Postponed](https://literaryyard.com/2018/05/02/poem-the-revolution-is-postponed/): By: Lynn White The revolution is postponed until the towels are on, so they once said. Until last orders had been called and the beer pumps covered with towels to make it clear that they would be pulled no more... - [Poem: Mr. Amiable](https://literaryyard.com/2018/05/01/poem-mr-amiable/): By: JD DeHart If were small, yellow, and round, I would be better at communicating by Emoji. If were more expressive, perhaps, people might like me more, but they would also know more of my thoughts. Probably not a helpful... - [Poem: Dance Cards Punched](https://literaryyard.com/2018/05/01/poem-dance-cards-punched/): By: JD DeHart The simple human sway of path leading to path, we went our separate ways, only to be reunited briefly years later, thanks to digital tracks. You were still an atheist, person of few words, and we reminisced... - [Poem: Plains Pledges as Luck of the Wind](https://literaryyard.com/2018/04/27/poem-plains-pledges-as-luck-of-the-wind/): By: Keith Moul Fargo winters see drifts stack atop a snowflake. Ignore fact in favor of illusion and lose feeling. So after church we gather at a home, do a count of heads and recount all present on the safe side.... - [Poem: Of Life that Inhabits this Place](https://literaryyard.com/2018/04/27/poem-of-life-that-inhabits-this-place/): By: Keith Moul Not diverse, but abundant in possession: on lonely grasslands, farmlands, plains or rare marshlands, suited species excel in fevered climate of inhospitable places. Here I choose a likely spot among them, adept, camouflaged, but only to observe. Shelter... - [Poem: Classic 70's Chick](https://literaryyard.com/2018/04/27/poem-classic-70s-chick/): By Michael Lee Johnson Classic 70’s chick scent of these times gold digger want to be. Poet & scholar stuck on T.S. Eliot “The Waste Land.” She tracks down a few stray men, prospect hunks, & greenback dreams. Her long... - [Poem: Restless Hawk](https://literaryyard.com/2018/04/27/poem-restless-hawk/): By Michael Lee Johnson The angels of wings are always in flight be the devil or archangel Michael. I’m a hawk, I’m a night owl night barroom flights, fighter, seeing eyes that eye me contact, not blind, a rhythm of... - [Poem: Leonard Cohen My Friend](https://literaryyard.com/2018/04/27/poem-leonard-cohen-my-friend/): By Michael Lee Johnson Death is a bitch and a whore comes with hat on or off, Jewish, Christian or lover years ago called Nancy. Death is a passport, a left behind baggage note. My leverage sinks, I see you... - [Poem: The City of Gold](https://literaryyard.com/2018/04/26/poem-the-city-of-gold/): By Chinese Poet Yuan Hongri Translated by Manu Mangattu Ah! Into a pleasant hallway of gold Thou did the crystal of the sky mould. A shining City of Gold Chanting unto me from far afield.   Into the golden gate... - [Poem: A Zombie Affair](https://literaryyard.com/2018/04/25/poem-a-zombie-affair/): By: Wendy Loh Frozen fountains in the street, My breath was weak and out of heat, Not enough of whiskey, perhaps – ah, indeed! One more round to drown my putrid grief. She loved those fountains down the street, It... - [Poem: When androids become sentient](https://literaryyard.com/2018/04/25/poem-when-androids-become-sentient/): By: Wendy Loh Virtual flowers for lovers in a cybertronic century This is like drinking cheap instant coffee Overtly sweet, flat, quick, with a taste that dives into the bottom of sour bitterness A dead fish soaked in diluted perfume... - [Poem: Stardust](https://literaryyard.com/2018/04/20/poem-stardust-2/): By: Steve Deutsch What are we if not a mix of stardust and desire? A shell that screams I want across the wanton landscape Those of us not saintly or demonic may temper ache with kindness, a balm of sorts for... - [Poem: Joy for the Timid?](https://literaryyard.com/2018/04/20/poem-joy-for-the-timid/): By: Steve Deutsch I have never been one to dive in. At Brighton Beach I’d shuffle seaward, slow as silt, while other children screeched into the ocean at a gallop, more race horse than human— faces shocked from whoa to joy... - [Poem: O Pale Galilean](https://literaryyard.com/2018/04/20/poem-o-pale-galilean/): By: Ian Fletcher They crucified Him but He rose again or so they claimed to vanquish death and worldly pain. Who would have thought people as meek as these could bring proud Rome to its knees and thus fall under His... - [Poem: Traces](https://literaryyard.com/2018/04/19/poem-traces/): By: Aruna Subramanian Flying across the blue spread sky flapping my wings filled with thoughts, Swimming across the squirming stream wandering the mountains wrapped with trees, Splashing on the rocks Drowning in the falls Rising formless I roam in ruins on... - [Poem: To ex-lovers and other passengers](https://literaryyard.com/2018/04/19/poem-to-ex-lovers-and-other-passengers/): By: Aekta Khubchandani Hold me like you hold words between paper pages of ink and type- that paperback place that once smelled of life. Hold me like slices of meat between your tongue and teeth that glaze through butter plated on... - [Poem: I am, I am, I am](https://literaryyard.com/2018/04/19/poem-i-am-i-am-i-am/): By: Aekta Khubchandani She may never have been happy but she was content, that night. An empty house, setting strawberry runners, a glass of cool sweet milk, a shallow dish of blueberries bathed in cream- there were moments of such stitched... - [6 Best Home-Theatre System Below Rs.20000](https://literaryyard.com/2018/04/19/6-best-home-theatre-system-below-rs-20000/): So, you have got one of those latest HD LED TVs and a Blu-Ray player but still you don’t get the theatre like experience because the TVs speaker aren’t that good. In order to get the theatre like movie watching... - [Story: Rain on Clay](https://literaryyard.com/2018/04/18/story-rain-on-clay/): By: Gentle Culpepper I have this friend, his name is Clay. He is a soldier who abides in the pretty wasteland we call Terra. Clay is a righteous minister of the cloth. His primary mission in life is to minister... - [Poem: No More Candy](https://literaryyard.com/2018/04/18/poem-no-more-candy/): By: Lawrence Hur My sister’s bag was filled to the brim. I had to reach under her desk to reach for the candy. Her anger toward me was like a teacher scolding a bad student. The combination of chocolate and caramel... - [Poem: Not Invited](https://literaryyard.com/2018/04/18/poem-not-invited/): By: Lawrence Hur The lights dimmed as the movie began. I reclined the seat as far as it could go. I saw the sadness in his eyes. He was salty like a plate of fries. I’m sorry I forgot to invite... - [Poem: The Memories We Keep](https://literaryyard.com/2018/04/18/poem-the-memories-we-keep/): By: Kathleen Connolly Crystal glasses clink together as mom sets the patio table for tea. Her bones rub together and she is more skeleton than skin. It is August now, the third summer since Dad’s passing. She is seventy-eight and still... - [Story: Morry and me](https://literaryyard.com/2018/04/17/story-morry-and-me/): By: Milt Montague It was the middle of World War 2. It was 1943, I had been drafted into the army, completed basic training and ended up in Brooklyn, New York at a small Catholic College just 15 minutes from... - [Story: Latkes [Pancakes]](https://literaryyard.com/2018/04/17/story-latkes-pancakes/): By: Milt Montague This a true story about latkes and how such a simple item can play such an important role in life. Milt’s favorite food was potato latkes [pancakes] especially as they were fried to perfection by his mother,... - [Story: Aunt Mae](https://literaryyard.com/2018/04/17/story-aunt-mae/): By: Milt Montague MIlt and Sivia decided to spend a few days in the sun and had just arrived in Miami Beach, Florida. It was winter in New York City but it was delightfully warm at The Beach. Soon after... - [Poem: Half-Read](https://literaryyard.com/2018/04/17/poem-half-read/): By: Miguel Carlos Lazarte Escaping never-endings I am left a story in half its wit When it returns, the pages scatter Numbers – in eye – by paragraphs Like a shroud encumbering The soul A comet, heavenly; floating Half-remembered characters It... - [Meeting of the Minds and other poems by Yevgeniya Przhebelskaya](https://literaryyard.com/2018/04/17/meeting-of-the-minds-and-other-poems-by-yevgeniya-przhebelskaya/): By: Yevgeniya Przhebelskaya A – Woman – Poet A woman wants to give and lead, A poet wants to write and read. For poet – peace and audience, For woman – love and sustenance. A poet is impulsive, free, A woman... - [Oblivion and other poems by Mary Bone](https://literaryyard.com/2018/04/16/oblivion-and-other-poems-by-mary-bone/): By: Mary Bone Oblivion Sharp pencils Blank pages Waiting for inspiration- I throw paint, Write words And they bounce Off the walls Into oblivion.   2. Diamonds in the Sky The diamonds that caught my eye, Weren’t found in a jewelry... - [Story: An Ode to My Childhood Imagination](https://literaryyard.com/2018/04/16/story-an-ode-to-my-childhood-imagination/): By: JD DeHart Welcome to the City, once called Salem, changed to Slam, a bit of scratching on the road sign. Maybe it’s a change in the atmosphere, more rays allowed through, but here people could do amazing feats. Just the... - [Poem: Against the strict rules](https://literaryyard.com/2018/04/15/poem-against-the-strict-rules/): By: Sravani Singampalli  Many feel that the traditional forms Of poetry are the best, A haiku must always follow A 5-7-5 syllable pattern And a poem must follow The specific meters. If you force a child To follow your notions He... - [Poem: Swollen Day](https://literaryyard.com/2018/04/15/poem-swollen-day/): By: Terry Brix Day started with a hot coal ember sunrise wedged between trunk and limb of Lodgepole Pine, streaks and herds of black gray buffalo clouds trampling the blue making white cloud dust. All day snow, rain and hail playing... - [Poem: Borrowed Life](https://literaryyard.com/2018/04/15/poem-borrowed-life/): By: Terry Brix Free womb rent from my mother—Val, genetic gift from my father—Art. Borrowed those passion-interlocked, semen-egg-woven DNA helixes never to give them back, only half-back to my wife mate in turn. Borrowed money from the banks, three plates full... - [Story: Trapped](https://literaryyard.com/2018/04/14/story-trapped-2/): By: Patrick Dang I spent day and night daydreaming of love. I dreamt of what the perfect girl would be like. We would be like two peas in a pod. The bestest of friends, with a bond stronger than blood. Distance... - [Story: Briefly about Mr. Wentworth](https://literaryyard.com/2018/04/12/story-briefly-about-mr-wentworth/): By: William C. Blome I’ll talk up to a point about Mr. Wentworth, and then I’m going to pull up lame and go no further. It’s not that I have personal stakes of any kind in this race, so to speak,... - [Poem: Loved in Pieces](https://literaryyard.com/2018/04/12/poem-loved-in-pieces/): By: Adreyo Sen Are we to be loved in pieces? The smile you force out of us with some sudden strange act of sweetness, the red in our cheeks when we are fixed by your hawk-like eyes, the slenderness of our... - [Poem: To a Visitor to the Heavenly Kingdom](https://literaryyard.com/2018/04/12/poem-to-a-visitor-to-the-heavenly-kingdom/): By: Adreyo Sen We are forever young until our smile first makes you smile and we know our heart is you and thus we know our heart to be frail, and maimed, and perhaps even broken. And so we slip into... - [Story: Matu](https://literaryyard.com/2018/04/12/story-matu/): By: Malini Misra It was getting late enough to be worried. I once again stepped into the balcony and looked down. Except for a drenched street dog that was lying down miserably near the gate, there was not a soul... - [My Creative Outlet](https://literaryyard.com/2018/04/12/my-creative-outlet/): By: Alina Das The iridescent lights and hundreds of filled seats made my heart beat in a way I had never felt before. As my name was called, I slowly walked onto the empty stage. Using all my gathered confidence... - [Overcoming A Challenge](https://literaryyard.com/2018/04/12/overcoming-a-challenge/): By: Angel Ramnani The biggest challenge I have faced is knowing that Indian families typically want their first child to be male. My parents conceived a child before me, but my mother aborted because she was afraid it would be a... - [Story: Changed Person](https://literaryyard.com/2018/04/12/story-changed-person/): By: Angel Ramnani On a typical day of tedious classes and tennis practice, my dad was running late from work. I decided to go to Cerritos library to start on my daily pile of homework, so I wouldn’t have so much... - [Story: Her Last Gift](https://literaryyard.com/2018/04/12/story-her-last-gift/): By: Hannah Yun Thud. Thud. Thud.  The sound echoed throughout the entire library. Thud. Thud. Thud. Eyes immediately shifted from books and study materials to the source of the sudden footsteps. “Look what you did, you ruined them!” She yelled. Feeling... - [Poem: Q&A](https://literaryyard.com/2018/04/04/poem-qa/): By: Aruna Subramanian Questions piled up as I hesitated to reply I dodged a few knowing or unknowing. When I embrace the unknowns, The knowns started to leave. Now, my path is filled with some familiar queries and a few new... - [Poem: Dangling greens](https://literaryyard.com/2018/04/04/poem-dangling-greens/): By: Aruna Subramanian Leaves that love in excess Of tree, closely cling Of soil, promptly fall Even so, a few dangle in disarray until a storm blasts…   - [Poem: The Last Scoop](https://literaryyard.com/2018/04/04/poem-the-last-scoop/): By: Jacob Chung The mint chocolate chip ice cream carto that was once in the refrigerator is now in the trash The last scoop in my stomach I know you wanted me to share because you asked me for some I’m... - [Poem: Beneath the faces of Jasper](https://literaryyard.com/2018/04/03/poem-beneath-the-faces-of-jasper/): By: Israel Sajini Beneath the faces of Jasper lies some rough clay. Inside the darkest coal we find gold refined. Within each stormy phase, lies a sleeping node. Around every peaceful road, We hear chants of warfare. In every broken villa,... - [Poem: Platinum City](https://literaryyard.com/2018/04/03/poem-platinum-city/): By Yuan Hongri Translated by Manu Mangattu Ah! Of iridescent gems of time The heavenly road you paved light！ In a kingdom of stars, I found my home. In the golden cities, I opened the gates of the city to the sun,... - [Poem: Golden Giant](https://literaryyard.com/2018/04/02/poem-golden-giant/): Written by Chinese Poet Hongri Yuan Translated by Yuanbing zhang Who is sitting in the heaven and staring at me? Who is sitting in the golden palace of tomorrow? Who is smilling? The golden staff in his hand Flashing the... - [Poem: Wind Force](https://literaryyard.com/2018/03/30/poem-wind-force/): By: Ann Christine Tabaka The wind is a restless lover, ever on the move. The wind is a jealous lover, claiming all within its path. The wind is an angry lover, bellowing like a runaway freight train as it races through... - [Poem: A House in Ruin](https://literaryyard.com/2018/03/30/poem-a-house-in-ruin/): By: Ann Christine Tabaka Walking past the old dwelling, looking in through doleful eyes. She is an abandoned house, tenebrous windows, crumbling walls. Visions of the past haunt her rooms, as she combs through the disarray. A dark shadow lurking in... - [Poem: I Close My Eyes](https://literaryyard.com/2018/03/30/poem-i-close-my-eyes/): By: Ann Christine Tabaka Overhead a fan slowly spins, as the heat of the night closes in on me. Beginning of the end or end or the beginning, not knowing which way to turn. I close my eyes. I see brilliant... - [Poem: Repeating Sequence](https://literaryyard.com/2018/03/29/poem-repeating-sequence/): By: Timothy Nguyen After the summer The cold wind will draw closer Sun shall set sooner Frost coats the dark air Aurora colors the sky Here comes the solstice Petals will blossom Trees leaves will begin anew Equinox is near. The... - [My Unknown Authority](https://literaryyard.com/2018/03/29/my-unknown-authority/): By: Vraj Patel I was trapped by the laughter coming closing in from all around me. I couldn’t distract myself from the noise. The voices around me suddenly became quiet and one voice was louder than the rest. This voice was... - [Poem: The Cliffs of Palos Verdes](https://literaryyard.com/2018/03/28/poem-the-cliffs-of-palos-verdes/): By: Nate Elias I’ve eaten from the nest, buried bones enough to pick my pale heart’s flesh from the ocean’s coral teeth. What crow corpse weeps without marring a lover in its wings? A harbor night, turbulent foam beneath our... - [Poem: Colours](https://literaryyard.com/2018/03/27/poem-colours/): By: Rohan Sankhla A mixed assortment of colours, I had seeked to be pure. Hostile to the bond amongst my pallette I had for so long endured, my mind lied in the essence of white. After much altercation and unsuitable manner,... - [Story: Trapped](https://literaryyard.com/2018/03/27/story-trapped/): By: Patrick Dang I spent day and night daydreaming of love. I dreamt of what the perfect girl would be like. We would be like two peas in a pod. The bestest of friends, with a bond stronger than blood. Distance... - [Story: Hand in Hand, Paw in Paw](https://literaryyard.com/2018/03/26/story-hand-in-hand-paw-in-paw/): By: Zachary Alba “What if he only has a few more days to live? Can you even pass away from Type 1 Diabetes? He’s been taking his insulin, so he should be fine… right? There’s so much I haven’t been able... - [Cornelia Păun Heinzel : ”The legend of legends”](https://literaryyard.com/2018/03/23/cornelia-paun-heinzel-the-legend-of-legends/): Translation by : Filip Enache One day, God called St. Peter to him and said : St. Peter, I want you to go around the world to see haw the people are doing. I gave them the Bible full of... - [Story: Lost and Found](https://literaryyard.com/2018/03/22/story-lost-and-found/) - [Non-Fiction: Tucker and the Holocaust Survivor](https://literaryyard.com/2018/03/22/non-fiction-tucker-and-the-holocaust-survivor/): By: Ruth Z. Deming Tucker and his family sat in the basement of the church listening to the Holocaust Survivor as he sang onstage. In Hebrew, he sang a prayer for the Israeli Defense Forces. “Go with God. Keep our country safe.”... - [Solo biking expedition to Leh-Ladakh – a dream of every biker](https://literaryyard.com/2018/03/21/solo-biking-expedition-to-leh-ladakh-a-dream-of-every-biker/): Travelling to Leh Ladakh has been a dream of today’s generation and biking is Indian Millennial’s choice. For Gen Y, latest Gadget and Biking has become a craze. Mohan, an IT professional’s dream came true when he realized the truth... - [Poem: just a woman wanting more](https://literaryyard.com/2018/03/20/poem-just-a-woman-wanting-more/): By: Linda M Crate they’ll burn you even if you aren’t a witch they’ll burn you simply for being a woman they’ll burn you if you don’t choose their path of mediocrity, and i have never wanted their box; i... - [Poem: i'll be your villain](https://literaryyard.com/2018/03/20/poem-ill-be-your-villain/): By: Linda M Crate you want a villain? well, fine, i will forge myself from all the fire you’ve thrown at me; you’ve got the courage to die? because i will stop showing mercy, and i will hammer out lightening... - [Poem: choking me silent](https://literaryyard.com/2018/03/20/poem-choking-me-silent/): By: Linda M Crate i’ve got a lot of rage in me yet someone says you mellow as you age, but at this rate i’m going to be calm as a forest fire when i’m eighty; sometimes i think this annoyance... - [Poem: The Wastebin](https://literaryyard.com/2018/03/19/poem-the-wastebin/): By: Jasmine Nihmey-Vasdi The classrooms filled with signs for recycling And bins lined up against the wall Labeled with different pictures I saw a child get smacked once for fucking around the paper bin Thought tinfoil was hilarious The teacher almost... - [Poem: Encante](https://literaryyard.com/2018/03/19/poem-encante/): By: Jasmine Nihmey-Vasdi Peering below At red beads Padding the shores Earlier I felt the tender head Curious about my boat Young scales and simple teeth Dusk brings the layered concerts Of deep chambers, coconut throats. Sachamama grabs and rewinds the... - [Poem: The Seer](https://literaryyard.com/2018/03/19/poem-the-seer/): By: Jasmine Nihmey-Vasdi opened birdcages, on empty balconies, where we sit inside. his face is overflowing with years, and sunflower sprouts. he peels me a grapefruit in bed sweet meat flossing our teeth the practice, that moves my legs to churn,... - [The rapidly increasing breast cancer among women](https://literaryyard.com/2018/03/19/the-rapidly-increasing-breast-cancer-among-women/): By: Dr. Baswanthrao Malipatil, Consultant Medical Oncology, Columbia Asia Hospital Whitefield Cancer is an uncontrolled growth of anomalous cells anywhere in the body. The growth of these uncharacteristic cells are termed as cancer which can penetrate into the normal body... - [Poem: Realms of Chaos](https://literaryyard.com/2018/03/18/poem-realms-of-chaos/): By: Jagari Mukherjee There are poems Buried in me Like seeds that will grow Into trees With forbidden fruit; They are already sprouting Taking deep, deep root In the soul. I cannot be A dynamic whole Unless I put pen to... - [Story: Yimli's Eyes of Buddha](https://literaryyard.com/2018/03/18/story-yimlis-eyes-of-buddha/): By: Moinak Dutta ‘Then what happened?’ Suparna asked Yimli. Yimli was busy making noodles in her big pot. At the counter there were two people, foreigners, backpackers. Suparna cast a look at them. They were talking in English though the accent... - [Poem: Welcome](https://literaryyard.com/2018/03/18/poem-welcome/): By: EG Ted Davis Welcome young man. You have been found guilty of being born, thrust from your mother’s womb, first breath of penitentiary life. For this crime, you shall be given a life sentence- within this atmospheric dome. A sagging... - [Story: The Nizam’s Favourite Wife](https://literaryyard.com/2018/03/16/story-the-nizams-favourite-wife/): By: Ram Govardhan With a doctorate in molecular cytogenetics, having authored acclaimed texts and a slew of columns in renowned journals such as Nature, The Lancet and Science, the holy Grail for Salabat was producing a grand, encyclopaedic family-tree of... - [Poem: A Dead Man’s Twin Checked Me Out at WalMart](https://literaryyard.com/2018/03/15/poem-a-dead-mans-twin-checked-me-out-at-walmart/): By: A.J. Huffman charged me $4.39 for a gallon of milk and a smile that sent two very different shudders down my back. Attraction and fear shook me into a time loop. For a moment I was sixteen, flirting with a... - [Poem: A Narrow Tunnel](https://literaryyard.com/2018/03/15/poem-a-narrow-tunnel/): By: A.J. Huffman of confusion flows from me to the ceiling and back again. It is made of midnight, steel, and something that resembles despair. A mocking reminder of inability to control basic functions. I begin to wonder if I am... - [Mahadev Saha Poem: If I Don’t Compose Any Verse](https://literaryyard.com/2017/08/22/mahadev-saha-poem-if-i-dont-compose-any-verse/): By: Mahadev Saha Translated by: Zunayet Ahammed If I don’t compose any verse today, A fair morning may not visit your home tomorrow No Jasmine or Sheuli or Bakul will bloom in a pique. Maybe, the sky veils its face... - [Poem: Grenade](https://literaryyard.com/2017/08/21/poem-grenade/): By: Puja Devanand Her days are numbered Working itself backwards There will be an end Someday Is it worse, not knowing at all Or knowing when?   Would she dare fall in love? Worm her way into a healthy heart... - [Poem: Ode to the year gone by](https://literaryyard.com/2017/08/21/poem-ode-to-the-year-gone-by/): By: Puja Devanand Staring Waiting for inspiration to flash Jaded celebrations hang above my head The past year is no more than a lingering memory Most learnt nothing new at all Some tried, but such noble endeavours rarely succeed So... - [Story: A Mother’s Day](https://literaryyard.com/2017/08/21/story-a-mothers-day/): By: Niles Reddick Mother’s Day is a game I play once a year that I will never win, but I still play it. I’ll send her a card, maybe some flowers, and I’ll make the call to see how it’s going.... - [Story: Ghost Planet](https://literaryyard.com/2017/08/19/story-ghost-planet/): By: Ramprasath In one of those cold snowy midnights, one of the many hundred computers in the Ohio-based space observatory picked up a narrow-band radio signal that was nothing less that the Wow signal that was gotten way back in... - [Poem: From the depths of my soul….](https://literaryyard.com/2017/08/17/poem-from-the-depths-of-my-soul/): By: Neelam Singh One day I will look back and see The moments I have been through The pangs of being in love Oh the times of youth! The married life agonies The emotional terror The duty of a submissive... - ['The Truth About Snails' by JD DeHart](https://literaryyard.com/2017/08/17/the-truth-about-snails-by-jd-dehart/): By: JD DeHart In 2014, over the course of some snow days, I put together a collection that would become The Truth About Snails. At the time, most of the writing I was getting to was speculative and science fictional... - [Poem: I Wait](https://literaryyard.com/2017/08/17/poem-i-wait/): By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick I wait in darkness I wait until the sun rises I wait while daylight surrounds the darkened window I wait as the sunsets and the moon moves high into the night sky I wait while the... - [Poem: Desolation](https://literaryyard.com/2017/08/16/poem-desolation/): By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick It has been growing for years; out of control wisteria. It blooms and looks pretty for a while, but the roots and vines twist and tighten. The tree begins to find it laborious to breathe. Hastily... - [Poem: One Of Many](https://literaryyard.com/2017/08/16/poem-one-of-many/): By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick Making unsolicited comments Gentle reminder of poor choices Leaving impact, unsuspecting women Prideful, unable to admit mistakes Costly it was, money cast away Chance after a chance she gave Telling herself no more Papers gained meaning... - [Poem: Morning](https://literaryyard.com/2017/08/14/poem-morning/): By: Rabindranath Tagore Translated by: Ms. Rokeya Fair early morning, gentle breeze Quivers the river water still No swans have still gone into water No boats with white sails have still floated on water No village wives have still come... - [Story: Green Sandal Monologue](https://literaryyard.com/2017/08/14/story-green-sandal-monologue/): By: JD DeHart Laundry has to be done, but I am not doing it today. I am on break today. All day long. The world is not perfect, you will not find it this way and you will not be responsible... - [Poem: Pain, Pang and Plight - Chikungunya](https://literaryyard.com/2017/08/10/poem-pain-pang-and-plight-chikungunya/): By: K Ahmed Alam Pain, Pang and Plight Persistent Chikungunya Head aches Chikungunya Body aches Chikungunya Each joint aches Each limb aches Chikungunya Heart numbs emotions Brain numbs thoughts Chikungunya Tongue betrays taste Legs betray the move Frailty eats up... - [Story: Related By Blood](https://literaryyard.com/2017/08/06/story-related-by-blood/): By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick No word from Sissy in three days. It hurts. That’s finished. How did it all fit, there is one sneaker. Where could the other be… Gotta have 3 house keys made. Oh, yeah, and buy a... - [Poem: Deep meaning](https://literaryyard.com/2017/08/06/poem-deep-meaning/): By: Balu George Somebody asked me, Why my poems have no deep meaning? And why they never last beyond ten lines? I answered “Life is not that deep, and My vocabulary is poor” Just kidding! Nobody asks me such questions.... - [Poem: All on record](https://literaryyard.com/2017/08/06/poem-all-on-record/): By: Balu George When I was young, I took guitar classes, I joined the band, And tried my hand at Karate. The guitar was sold within a month, The band uniform was confined to the cupboard, Within a week, And the... - [Amazon’s Kindle Direct Publishing launches English Language Literary contest – Pen to Publish 2017](https://literaryyard.com/2017/08/04/amazons-kindle-direct-publishing-launches-english-language-literary-contest-pen-to-publish-2017/): Amazon’s Kindle Direct Publishing has announced the launch of the Pen to Publish contest that recognizes literary excellence in English language. The winning author will receive a prize of ₹10 lakh, a print publishing deal with Westland Publishing for this... - [Daniel Woodrell: Master of Ozark noir](https://literaryyard.com/2017/08/03/daniel-woodrell-master-of-ozark-noir/): y All of us have seen Jennifer Lawrence’s breakout role in Winter’s Bone, but did anyone ever think the movie is based on a novel by Daniel Woodrell? The author of nine widely-acclaimed novels, Woodrell is often referred to as... - [Rasul Gamzatov, People’s Poet of Daghestan - A Life](https://literaryyard.com/2017/08/03/rasul-gamzatov-peoples-poet-of-daghestan-a-life/): By: Shailendra Chauhan Gamzatov, Rasul Gamzatovich, was born on 8 September 1923 in the Avar village of Tsada, Daghestan in the north-east Caucasus. His father, the People’s Poet Gamzat Tsadas, was his first teacher and mentor in the study of... - [Poem: Knock At My Door](https://literaryyard.com/2017/08/03/poem-knock-at-my-door/): By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick Knock at my door, I heard Slowly it opened Mother was standing there Mixed with emotions Shock, joy, love Tears welled up inside, not a single one fell Our views quite different, as long as I... - [Italy: The Weak Under-Belly of Europe](https://literaryyard.com/2017/08/02/italy-the-weak-under-belly-of-europe/): By: Gaither Stewart The Malfunctioning of the Bel Paese After World War II the USA and NATO labeled Italy the “soft under-belly of Europe”, chiefly because of the presence of  The Italian Communist Party (PCI), Europe’s biggest political formation of... - [Poem: A Mask For Every Face](https://literaryyard.com/2017/08/01/poem-a-mask-for-every-face/): By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick Inside smothered Daggers hurled Unpredictable; hour, day, week Soaring into cosmos, fantasyland Illusion, delusion Curled fetal position, myriad of tears Raging aimed at no particular target Sleep, sleep, more sleep Drained from nonstop thoughts Awake with... - [Life is a tale told by an idiot - A Play](https://literaryyard.com/2017/08/01/life-is-a-tale-told-by-an-idiot-a-play/): By: Balu George A hefty man in his mid 60’s in a t-shirt and jogging shorts can be seen opening the gate. This is Gopalan, a lawyer, proprietor of a law firm past its glory years. The firm built up... - [Poem: I made it !](https://literaryyard.com/2017/07/30/poem-i-made-it/): By: Milt Montague suddenly I’m flying over the mountains an unexpected blizzard trying to maintain control against the odds fighting a losing battle rapidly being forced down down down down nearing the ground too damn close for my sake I... - [Poem: blank-page-itiis](https://literaryyard.com/2017/07/30/poem-blank-page-itiis/): By: Milt Montague I stare at the blank page the blank page stares right back at me mocking my ineptitude once again i’m confronted with the writer’s nemesis blank-pqge-itis a disease common to all wordsmiths you stare at the blank... - [Munshi Premchand: A short biography of the Hindi Novelist](https://literaryyard.com/2017/07/30/munshi-premchand-a-short-biography-of-the-hindi-novelist/): By: Shailendra Chauhan A pioneer of modern Hindi and Urdu social fiction, Munshi Premchand’s real name was Dhanpat Rai. He wrote nearly 300 stories and novels. Among his best known novels are: Sevasadan, Rangmanch, Gaban, Nirmala and Godan. Much of... - [Denise Ryan debuts with her poetry collection - 'Of Silken Waters'](https://literaryyard.com/2017/07/29/denise-ryan-debuts-with-her-poetry-collection-of-silken-waters/): The distinctive voice of Irish-born Denise Ryan is strikingly captured in the debut collection of selected poems ‘Of Silken Waters’ that offers an immediate entry into her world, but also expresses an implicit realism that consistently sustains their compelling thematic... - [Story: The Movie Waiting For A Name](https://literaryyard.com/2017/07/27/story-the-movie-waiting-for-a-name/): By: Reese Scott If he felt like he was being pulled down the hall on a leash. The people walking around him all knew they were taking him to the furthest place possible from “home.” As he walked down the... - [Poem: Memory is One Huge Paraphrase](https://literaryyard.com/2017/07/26/poem-memory-is-one-huge-paraphrase/): By: Julia Knowlton I. Your desire and failing light are the same. If I could I would make tea leaves out of you; to read. Their amber odor sweet. My private book. Your slightest look easily will unclose me, cummings mused,... - [Poem: Décalage Horaire (Jet Lag)](https://literaryyard.com/2017/07/26/poem-decalage-horaire/): By: Julia Knowlton Do we travel for this—non-meaning, non-belonging? Now on the grey clock, I do not owe you a thing. You cannot know if I will ever come home. Here, strangers are the same as the people I love... - [Poem: If I could](https://literaryyard.com/2017/07/25/poem-if-i-could/): By: Ndifreke George If I could see pain and its thorns that make us cry If I could see war and its pinging bullets that shatters our haven If I could see hardship and its merciless whip that saps our wellness... - [Poem: The Ellipses](https://literaryyard.com/2017/07/25/poem-the-ellipses/): By: Ndifreke George Unsaid words fill my mouth Like butterflies They want to fly Like the birds They want to be free Free to be seen by those eyes Which have stayed awake They want to be heard by those ears... - [An open letter to the other within](https://literaryyard.com/2017/07/24/an-open-letter-to-the-other-within/): “In each of us there is another who we do not know.” –Carl Jung Dear other within, Hellooo in there! I’m speaking to you. Yes, you–the other within. I don’t know you. I was surprised to hear that you are... - [Poetic Humor: Questioning](https://literaryyard.com/2017/07/24/poetic-humor-questioning/): By: S.CS Why do they call it a restroom anyway? I can’t remember the last time i went there to rest. Possibly never. And are you one of those people who keeps a stack of books in there so you... - [Poem: Keep out](https://literaryyard.com/2017/07/24/poem-keep-out/): By: S.CS What business do you have traveling through my dreams as though you owned them? You and all your teasing and talkin’ at me, flirting and then drifting away. I can’t hold you in this place, but then, come to... - [Poem: The order](https://literaryyard.com/2017/07/24/poem-the-order/): By: S.CS “I have heard that voice many a time when asleep and, what is strange, I understood more or less an order or an appeal in an unearthly tongue: day draws near, another one, do what you can.” –Czesław Miłosz... - [Story: Murray Needed a Hobby](https://literaryyard.com/2017/07/24/story-murray-needed-a-hobby/): By: Paul Beckman The women in his life were killing Murray. His wife and her two sisters all knew what was best for him: Stop stooping. Have that spot looked at. Drive carefully. Drive more carefully. Pay attention. Pay better attention.... - [Poem: Fantasy](https://literaryyard.com/2017/07/22/poem-fantasy/): By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick Two mimes busy themselves; fabricating a view of the world Adults chuckle, children giggle Where the mimes go, people ensue One mime trapped, an invisible box concocts perplexity Hands perpetually moving Sides, top, bottom; no segment... - [Poem: Sometimes I Cry](https://literaryyard.com/2017/07/22/poem-sometimes-i-cry/): By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick sometimes I cry…sometimes I cry because the pain is so intense…sometimes I cry because my leg won’t budge, not a single inch…sometimes I cry because the unknown is so uncertain…sometimes I cry because I am forgotten…sometimes... - [A Secret Door](https://literaryyard.com/2017/07/21/a-secret-door/): By: Raymond Greiner Natural wonders stir awe in a display of harmonious balance in contrast to modern human civil composition. Ancient humanity was firmly attached to natural terrestrial arrangements in opposition to present day communal drift, as negative influences are profusely... - [Poem: A Long Walk](https://literaryyard.com/2017/07/20/poem-a-long-walk/): By: Lynn White It’s been a long walk with no sign of escape. A long walk and a deep walk. Every step I sink deeper. Deeper and deeper, as I tire and drag my feet as the white snow crystals give... - [Poem: Image](https://literaryyard.com/2017/07/20/poem-image/): By: Lynn White Somehow the mirror has broken fragmenting my image, the image I have of myself, the one I like to project.. Was it the sunlight that cracked it, the exposure to brightness, an explosion of light. Or was it... - [Hate in the time of Malaria - A Play](https://literaryyard.com/2017/07/19/hate-in-the-time-of-malaria-a-play/): By: Balu George Interior – Mr Mathew’s house – Bangalore – Evening. The T.V is playing on mute. A cricket match is going on. A scrawny boy wearing spectacles is seated in front of the T.V. He is Arun, Mr... - [Poem: I Took Away my Own Life](https://literaryyard.com/2017/07/19/poem-i-took-away-my-own-life/): By: Uduak Uwah  I took away my own life Without the use of a knife From the lair of a roaring lion In the guise of a life companion I took away my own life From the cage of strife... - [Poem: Pearls Before the Swine](https://literaryyard.com/2017/07/19/poem-pearls-before-the-swine/): By: Uduak Uwah If after all the delicious meals you’ve served Your guests did not rise up to praise you If after all the immaculate laundry you’ve done Your clients did not come back to adore you If after all... - [A Program to Help Kids Develop a Love of Reading](https://literaryyard.com/2017/07/18/a-program-to-help-kids-develop-a-love-of-reading/): In advance of Comic-Con International 2017 in San Diego, Amazon Rapids announced the launch of Signature Stories, a new program bringing the characters kids already know and love to original short stories on its app. Designed for readers ages 5-12,... - [Amazon sets multi-show deal with Agatha Christie Limited](https://literaryyard.com/2017/07/18/amazon-sets-multi-show-deal-with-agatha-christie-limited/): Amazon announced its continued growth of international production, adding a series of adaptations from Agatha Christie Limited to its lineup of dramatic Amazon Original Series in the U.S. The first adaptation of Christie’s classic stories, Ordeal By Innocence, began production... - [Rx against trauma](https://literaryyard.com/2017/07/17/rx-against-trauma/): By: William T. Hathaway We live in traumatic times. The shock waves from wars, terror attacks, and spree shootings reverberate through our society and impact us all. For the direct victims and their family and friends this can be life... - [Anne Frasier, author of The Body Reader, Wins Thriller Award](https://literaryyard.com/2017/07/16/anne-frasier-author-of-the-body-reader-wins-thriller-award/): Tonight, Anne Frasier’s thriller, The Body Reader, was named the winner of the International Thriller Writers’ 2017 Thriller Award for Best Paperback Original Novel. Anne Frasier’s The Body Reader was published last summer by Thomas & Mercer, the mystery, thriller... - [The Karma of Terror](https://literaryyard.com/2017/07/16/the-karma-of-terror-2/): By: William T. Hathaway Terrible terrorists are killing our soldiers in their countries and killing us here at home. How can we stop them? The answer is simple: Stop terrorizing them. We started this war. What we do to others... - [Poem: No One Hears My Pain](https://literaryyard.com/2017/07/15/poem-no-one-hears-my-pain/): By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick No one hears my pain Sounds muted by busy lives, passing time World changes; motionless, I lie Achieving milestones no longer Life stolen from my grip Transformed into empty space, a bubble of sorts Observing them,... - [Poem: Dead on Arrival](https://literaryyard.com/2017/07/14/poem-dead-on-arrival/): By:  Mary Bone The toe tag read, ”D.O.A” I was put on ice Somewhat resembling bologna. I couldn’t believe I was in a morgue. I could feel a pulse and a heartbeat. Scenes from my life Floated by and I... - [Poem: Keeping My Cap On](https://literaryyard.com/2017/07/14/poem-keeping-my-cap-on/): By:  Mary Bone Lately I have kept my thoughts to myself. My cap stayed on my head During the wind and rain, Not letting ideas float Randomly through Halls and walls. They were gems shining brightly In the night- Needing... - [Poem: Naked Lady Flowers](https://literaryyard.com/2017/07/14/poem-naked-lady-flowers/): By:  Mary Bone You had Naked Lady flowers On your porch Bare torsos with a burst Of color dancing in your garden. With just a spray of water, They came alive And danced To their own song. ###   - [Poem: Past Memories](https://literaryyard.com/2017/07/12/poem-past-memories/): By: Zunayet Ahammed We recollect our past memories passionately We can neither forget them nor ignore them anymore It always stirs us with joy and sorrow. Memories of the past always consume us Dreams fade away Hopes of weaving life... - [Poem: Mind](https://literaryyard.com/2017/07/12/poem-mind/): By: Zunayet Ahammed We can control our eyes Our anger Weaknesses over ladies Sometimes the unpredictable bull But can’t control our mind. We can control our unbridled longing for money Our ruthlessness and gluttony Restiveness Sometimes the seductive attitudes But... - [Poem: Cafe](https://literaryyard.com/2017/07/11/poem-cafe/): By: Balu George I was at one of those roadside cafes. The kind where you can sit endlessly, Have a coffee or two, And watch the world go by. But I was not interested in the world, I was interested... - [Poem: Ballad of a Drunkard](https://literaryyard.com/2017/07/11/poem-ballad-of-a-drunkard/): By: Balu George Tony, sweetheart! I hear you are planning, To drink yourself to death. I will be cheering you on to the very end. Atta boy! You have your reasons. To hell with them! What do they know? I sense,... - [Arundhati Roy reads from 'The Ministry of Utmost Happiness' - a novel](https://literaryyard.com/2017/07/11/arundhati-roy-reads-from-the-ministry-of-utmost-happiness-a-novel/): ‘The Ministry of Utmost Happiness’ is Arundhati Roy’s 2nd novel. Her first novel ‘God of Small Things’ was a runaway success and won her the prestigious Booker Prize. Despite its dark tale, ‘God of Small Things’ did win her a... - [Story: The Work](https://literaryyard.com/2017/07/10/story-the-work/): By Russ Bickerstaff Dave’s face is a mask. I always get here and I always meet with him here. In this office. And I guess I always wonder what the hell he’s thinking. No idea. We’re sitting there in a... - [O Soul, There Comes the Joyous Eid](https://literaryyard.com/2017/07/10/o-soul-there-comes-the-joyous-eid/): By: Kazi Nazrul Islam Translated by K Ahmed Alam O soul, there comes the joyous Eid after Ramadan fasting You sacrifice yourself; follow Divine calling. For the Almighty are all your gold, silver and palaces; Pay zakat to awaken the... - [Clothes Make the Man](https://literaryyard.com/2017/07/10/clothes-make-the-man/): By: Richard D. Hartwell “Clothes make the man.” “You are judged by your appearance.” “Your appearance reveals the real you.” These were some of the admonitions with which I grew up. They were leveled at me almost daily: by my mother,... - [Hemingway’s Universe: The Gravity of Irony](https://literaryyard.com/2017/07/10/hemingways-universe-the-gravity-of-irony/): By Jack Kamm  “The tragedy of machismo is that a man is never quite man enough.”  ~Germaine Greer             Like most of us, Hemingway couldn’t expunge his childhood, whose damage turned his art, in later years, into a refuge from... - ['A Different Kind of Lovely' a novel by Petra March](https://literaryyard.com/2017/07/06/a-different-kind-of-lovely-a-novel-by-petra-march/): ‘A Different Kind of Lovely’ is a new novel recently released. The novel claims to keep readers engaged till the end with its interesting line of story and characters. Penned by Petra March, the novel is a story of a... - [Interview of Rosemary McKinley](https://literaryyard.com/2017/07/04/interview-of-rosemary-mckinley/): By: Carol Smallwood Rosemary McKinley’s interest in history is evident: she was a history and writing teacher before she retired. She has been published in several magazines and in included in anthologies. Her books include: 101 Glimpses of the North Fork... - ['Interweavings' A Creative Nonfiction by Carol Smallwood Released](https://literaryyard.com/2017/07/04/interweavings-a-creative-nonfiction-by-carol-smallwood-released/): Interweavings: Creative Nonfiction is a mosaic. There is a gentle ebb and flow of threads of with children, cancer, marriage, friends, losses. And yet, you catch yourself, while reading and after you finish, thinking about your own life. Not comparing,... - [Poem: Love is made for explorers](https://literaryyard.com/2017/07/03/poem-love-is-made-for-explorers/): By: Mendes Biondo love is made for explorers for those braves that want to know the hidden treasures of a lonely island virgin and full of exotic animals love is made for explorers without a completed map in the pocket and... - [Poem: Bare Is Our Eden](https://literaryyard.com/2017/07/03/poem-bare-is-our-eden/): By: Mendes Biondo we will live together in a wide tree house and every day we will have sex and every day we will dance bare as now we are I’ll smoke my cigars and you will drink a cocktail talking... - [Nobel laureate Kailash Satyarthi praises CRISP's skill training Programs](https://literaryyard.com/2017/07/03/nobel-laureate-kailash-satyarthi-praises-crisps-skill-training-programs/): Nobel laureate Kailash Satyarthi appreciated CRISP’s skill development training being imparted to the youths to make them employable at SATI Vidisha. “I am sure that CRISP’s employment linked training programmes will enable the unskilled youth to attain the necessary skill... - [Poem: Lighthouse](https://literaryyard.com/2017/06/30/poem-lighthouse/): By: Chandra Shekhar Dubey When waiting gets tireless your feet get numb and stiff the patches of dark clouds hover over your head and all roads get blocked you will always see me around to make you feel, relieved, to... - [An Untitled Poem](https://literaryyard.com/2017/06/29/an-untitled-poem/): By: Joel Schueler When will you climb The Mountains of time? Instead you seldom see The pallid fathomed glee. Shape me in your greed Wise words you say I’ll heed And carefully pluck away Any formed debris. I bent my love... - [She Doesn't Like Me](https://literaryyard.com/2017/06/29/she-doesnt-like-me/): By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick She doesn’t like me How do I know? The look in her eye The heard but unanswered words Unkind actions calling out my pain She doesn’t like me I’m just a few minutes of her twelve... - [Caribbean Tiers](https://literaryyard.com/2017/06/28/caribbean-tiers/): By: John Grey The town overlooked the natural harbor from a half-circle of land. It rose in tiers like the seats of a theater. Transients, tourists, occupied the motels and shabby rental homes along the beachfront. Spread out behind was a... - [Double Duty](https://literaryyard.com/2017/06/28/double-duty/): By: John Grey He plays a musical saw because it’s the easiest instrument to learn and he can sit it on his lap, rub a bow across the blade and, before you know it, out comes a plaintive ballad that, despite... - [A Visit to an Aunt and Uncle on my Mother's Side](https://literaryyard.com/2017/06/28/a-visit-to-an-aunt-and-uncle-on-my-mothers-side/): By: John Grey She raises her eyebrows at my entrance but doesn’t take her thumb out of her mouth. She’s adorned in a yellowed crumbling wedding dress. There’s something moving in her ratty gray hair. The air inside her house is... - [Bullets](https://literaryyard.com/2017/06/27/bullets/): By: Keith Welch bullets don’t change their minds know straight lines one-way trip no do-overs all. sales. final. point and shoot fixed focus everyone equal guilty or innocent? no judgements copper-clad security blanket night-light clip safety guaranteed all-in-one little lead... - [Questions for the Inventor of the Flame-thrower](https://literaryyard.com/2017/06/27/questions-for-the-inventor-of-the-flame-thrower/): By: Keith Welch I’m sure you were a lovely child apple of your mother’s eye a little boy who wouldn’t hurt a fly Where did this odd idea come from to dress your fellow man in flame? Did you sit in... - [Characters were mounds of clay in whom I breathed a passion for life](https://literaryyard.com/2017/06/26/characters-were-mounds-of-clay-in-whom-i-breathed-a-passion-for-life/): By: Rajat Mitra I believe that despite irreconcilable differences between the ideology of Islam and Hinduism, there is a truth that lurks and surfaces when these differences threaten us. As a psychologist who has worked with radicalized youth and perpetrators... - [Strangled flower](https://literaryyard.com/2017/06/26/strangled-flower/): By: Linda M Crate dark and silent as night i remember the anxiety drawing between my legs & i i remember praying that you didn’t exist simply so i could breathe then there was all that blood wasn’t period blood... - [Pomegranates & Mondays](https://literaryyard.com/2017/06/26/pomegranates-mondays/): By: Linda M Crate in the rain of tomorrows i won’t wait again for you—i will already know how this story ends—dying and regrowing is the most painful experience i’ve endured, and i do not seek to repeat it; so... - [i hate goodbyes](https://literaryyard.com/2017/06/26/i-hate-goodbyes/): By: Linda M Crate when it’s all over all i have is me so i’m going to love myself better so no one else ever has to, and i don’t want to be forever alone; yet i don’t want to... - [Dreaming of Wales](https://literaryyard.com/2017/06/26/dreaming-of-wales/): By: Linda M Crate i was born american, but i dream of wales; my grandmother is of complete welsh ancestry but i am the one that dreams of forests and green grows restless in these bones of cities and towns... - [Three Line Drama](https://literaryyard.com/2017/06/24/three-line-drama/): By: Ruairi MacInnes Three line drama #4 Clones that live a thousand years Working in their mindless jobs Using the time to plan. Three line drama #5 Open plan dead end job. Like hypothermia: Comfort precedes death. Three line drama #6... - [Poem: Househole](https://literaryyard.com/2017/06/24/poem-househole/): By: Holly Day She watches him as he pulls the bodies off the wall, the broken bones and smiles over chicken-wire poses, crackling fireplaces threatening the fragile taxidermist people those sightless eyes. She imagines the frame that will stretch her... - [Poem: When We Go](https://literaryyard.com/2017/06/24/poem-when-we-go/): By: Holly Day When I disappear, it will be to follow some jazz trio from Eastern Europe bent on subverting and seducing middle-aged housewives across the country, with plans to take us back with them put handkerchief headgear on us... - [Poem: Two Minutes Thirteen Seconds](https://literaryyard.com/2017/06/24/poem-two-minutes-thirteen-seconds/): By: Holly Day Years later, when all was forgiven, Jacob would have Esau over to dinner to share some of the good fortune that continued to come his way long after none would have expected. They would sit around their father’s... - [Poem: The Promise Land](https://literaryyard.com/2017/06/19/poem-the-promise-land/): By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick On the edge of the cliff I cowered Jagged rocks, narrow path Green fields of lilac and sunflowers The strength of the mighty river below One more step, could I fly? A bird, yes, not I... - [A Chance To Survive](https://literaryyard.com/2017/06/19/a-chance-to-survive/): By: G David Schwartz Refuse deception by being bright in your eyes. Eyes are made for brightening. Shimmer the satellite with pity denied for anything which is pitied it ought to be sent away in a satiate or even a... - [Kamikaze and other poems by Catfish McDaris](https://literaryyard.com/2017/06/17/kamikaze-and-other-poems-by-catfish-mcdaris/): By: Catfish McDaris Kamikaze My body is a bomb I am a suicide hero 911 911 911 = 666 All wars are hideous The fish die in the sea The animals burn in the forest The birds fall from the... - [17 “Between Scilla And Cariddi”](https://literaryyard.com/2017/06/17/17-between-scilla-and-cariddi/): By: Gaither Stewart (Reggio, August, 2001) (The chapter is from the work-in-progress novel ‘Fragments’)     Circling over the Straits of Messina Airport in Reggio-Calabria, I feel my vision encompasses the entire world of antiquity. Any atlas in fact confirms... - [Poem: Dirty Movie](https://literaryyard.com/2017/06/14/poem-dirty-movie/): By: Ryan Quinn Flanagan He put on the movie of my grandmother working in the garden, grainy black and white from before I was born and yes – she was young once, even beautiful I touch my face and feel hers:... - [Poem: Doctor](https://literaryyard.com/2017/06/14/poem-doctor/): By: Ryan Quinn Flanagan The doctor had been bored since medical school. Then there was his residency and placement. Now he was a full-fledged doctor and more bored than ever. Writing scripts and setting bones. Living off cafeteria food. Always one... - [Poem: Suplexed by Seraphims](https://literaryyard.com/2017/06/14/poem-suplexed-by-seraphims/): By: Ryan Quinn Flanagan suplexed by seraphims in someone’s rotting sex dream muscle ripped from cartilage the adventurist under an avalanche of high end backpacks flyers torn away from phone pole leaving only stapled yellow corners support beams offering no support... - ['Virtual Living' a new poetry collection by Gary Beck released](https://literaryyard.com/2017/06/13/virtual-living-a-new-poetry-collection-by-gary-beck-released/): Poet Gary Beck’s new collection Virtual Living is a revealing glimpse of how our relationship with the world around us is an ever-evolving experience. Focusing on how humans relate to the world via artificial means, as well as self-imposed affected... - [An Apologetic Letter to My Professor: 3 Authors I Appreciate But Never Like](https://literaryyard.com/2017/06/10/an-apologetic-letter-to-my-professor-3-authors-i-appreciate-but-never-like/): By: Bernadette Harris  Dear Sir: I send my warmest greetings to you, old friend. It’s been quite a while. I hope you’re doing well. I also hope this article will not offend your personal literary preferences, or in any way make... - [Poem: Invoking a graceful grace](https://literaryyard.com/2017/06/10/poem-invoking-a-graceful-grace/): By: Mohammad Anas It’s 2:00 AM, My eyes are searching for a light on this silent hill, Tonight, I am going to invoke a muse by my vibrant will, Struggling for the set divine rules of heaven, Her graceful wings fall... - [Poem: The Death of the Seas](https://literaryyard.com/2017/06/07/poem-the-death-of-the-seas/): By: Sandeep Kumar Mishra My mental wire renders Images of worn out routes, After a short circuit happened In the pathways of daily burdens; My diseased body quiver with its weight The hard stitch rubbles skin snatchers; Leeched of life force... - [Poem: First Monsoon](https://literaryyard.com/2017/06/07/poem-first-monsoon/): By: Sandeep Kumar Mishra Immigrant pregnant clouds in this high time Preparing to deliver aerial showers, Huge watery vessels, like a developed baby Too heavy to hold in atmospheric womb; With lightening proclaiming over the vastness Of the supply of life... - [Poem: My gallery has ended](https://literaryyard.com/2017/06/07/poem-my-gallery-has-ended/): By: Sandeep Kumar Mishra In upper part of my body A cognitive bell rings From a dial up connection of live wires; The modem is working JUST To repeatedly provide the facsimile of Barren and bald paths; Inner lumbering of daily... - [Poem: Burn in sorrow for eternity](https://literaryyard.com/2017/06/06/poem-burn-in-sorrow-for-eternity/): By: Linad M Crate i will surrender my heart and soul to none make sure you stand down not step to me because i am the daughter of the moon i have wolves, oceans, and primordial rage older than trees... - ['Watering' and other poems by Stephen Mead](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/09/watering-and-other-poems-by/): By: Stephen Mead    Watering invites you to become all things littlest: Grub tongues, star-nosed moles, avid Aphids & missionary bees… Butterflies also, the fluttering migrations pass on, resemble the sun, shade, scent… So we are ephemera lasting gigantic as we... - [Story: A Nice Touch](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/08/story-a-nice-touch/): By: Alan Berger He first got the news while painting his last painting. He was born in America but left for good, or bad, for Paris and never planned to go back, unless as an artistic hero. Nothing less will... - [Billiards and Darts](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/08/billiards-and-darts/): By: Daniel de Culla A teacher asks Little James What balls are those that don’t have hairs And Little James answered quicly: -None, teacher, because all the balls And more those of Villar Have hairs. There was laughter by spoonfuls Like... - [Poem: Autumn Melodies](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/08/poem-autumn-melodies/): By: Daniel de Cullá “Autumn Spider” (Song Caminos Rancheros/Fall Equinox 1975/Gioia). The Great Blafigria, Vol. II E III Once there was a spider Just finishing her web But autumn came With red and yellow leaves, and the wind That blew her... - ['Lye Brook Falls, Vermont' and other poems by Hope Andersen](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/08/lye-brook-falls-vermont-and-other-poems-by-hope-andersen/): By: Hope Anderson Lye Brook Falls, Vermont You have to walk a rocky path, careful not to twist an ankle or stumble and fall, the stones tripping you up like character flaws reminding you to be patient, careful, mindful. Your... - [Central Reservation](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/07/central-reservation/): By: Matthew Roy Davey You pull in and let the engine idle for a minute before you switch it off. The hand that turns the key is trembling. You are early. You buy a coffee in a building that is the... - ['Audition' and other poems by Sanjeev Sethi](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/07/audition-and-other-poems-by-sanjeev-sethi/): By: Sanjeev Sethi Audition Catachresis is absence of education not lethargy. Frame of reference as narrow as width of knowledge. This is it about good-looking people, their bodies do most of the business. Or do they? Foibles come by and by.... - [Poem: A Writer's Purgatory](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/07/poem-a-writers-purgatory/): By: Stephanie Musarra No words left to say No words left on my page The seconds tick by As I fly into a rage A blank stare upon my face I’m in a bad way The deadline draws near As she... - [Poem: Ode to Tansing ](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/07/poem-ode-to-tansing/): By: Priya Anand Tansing at 13000 feet is a popular overnight halt for trekkers on the famous Goechala trek in Sikkim which starts at Yuksom 5670 feet and reaches a final altitude of 16000 feet. Stygian is the night and pale... - [Tourism Fiji Launches brand campaign in India with Ileana D’Cruz](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/07/tourism-fiji-launches-brand-campaign-in-india-with-ileana-dcruz/): Gorgeous white sandy beaches, clear blue water and sunny skies can be found at several places around the world. However, rarely is it combined with the warmth of a culture that exudes a distinct aura of impeccable hospitality. With over... - [Poems: 'Dark Love' and 'Thoughts of the Heart'](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/06/poems-dark-love-and-thoughts-of-the-heart/): By: Lael Lopez  Dark Love This angel fell She lost her light Trudging through the gates of hell She gave up the fight No man or god Could bring her back Until she looked into his heart Black as coal Hard... - [Poem: Dear future soulmate](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/06/poem-dear-future-soulmate/): By: Llaka Tshesane Know that I have thought of you I have planned our future and the memories we’ll make I have revised our first fight and who will be wrong I have decided to start loving you So much... - [Poem: A letter to my Dad](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/06/poem-a-letter-to-my-dad/): By: Llaka Tshesane I hate the world for what it has done to you The tiny pieces of lungs the cigars has stolen from you The alcohol that fed on you and the stroke that snatched your life too I... - [Story: Smoke & Cracked Mirrors](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/05/story-smoke-cracked-mirrors/): By: Demond J Blake   There are several universal truths for folks in their twenties, but the main one that stands out for me is roommates. You’re going to love them but mostly you’ll end up hating them but it’s something... - ['Rock Star' and other poems by Lynn White](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/04/rock-star-and-other-poems-by-lynn-white/): By: Lynn White Rock Star He looked mean and sullen. Perhaps he thought it befitted his rock star image. Or perhaps he thought it would distract from the acne, which was a bit of a shock, to be honest. He looked... - ['Biography' and other poems by Anne Mikusinski](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/04/biography-and-other-poems-by-anne-mikusinski/): By: Anne Mikusinski Biography It must say something That I can Easily Describe my life In the small space Of one hundred words or less But I can fill three pages describing How you look when deep in thought Or when,... - ['Smitten with a smile' and other poems by Srinivas S](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/04/smitten-with-a-smile-and-other-poems-by-srinivas-s/): By: Srinivas S  Smitten with a smile* “Now you are smitten with a smile, I wait And wonder what its silence saves and says? Which j’wel its depth encrusts? What light its shine Reveals or steals? Whose eyes its reach unties?... - [Poems: 'Game of Chess' and 'Wheel'](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/04/poems-game-of-chess-and-wheel/): By: Hardeep Sabharwal   Game of Chess Pawns are killed before all They work only for The King and Queen’s Defense For saving precious lives of rooks, bishops and knights, The game goes on Till the king is there, The... - [Poems: 'Come in' and 'Inner Self'](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/04/poems-come-in-and-inner-self/): By: Zunayet Ahammed Come In I am passing hard time In the pool of sorrows I’m drowning Everywhere I find darkness, pitch like darkness And the coldness of the wind A feeling of wilderness, bareness and infertility Consumes all It seems... - ['Cameras Steal Souls' and other poems by Ron Riekki](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/04/cameras-steal-souls-and-other-poems-by-ron-riekki/): By: Ron Riekki Cameras Steal Souls We photograph each other until we smell. There is a sledgehammer ghost in the background. She screams for us to put away the cameras and kill the photos and smash the graphs to replace them... - [Are You There, God? Because I Doubt It](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/03/are-you-there-god-because-i-doubt-it/): By: Christina Berchini Every weekend for the last year echoed with the guidance counselor’s useless advice, and reminders that I do not really have any friends. To make matters worse, Sunday mornings were now occupied by church pews that I’d rather... - [Temple queue and other poems by Debasis Tripathy](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/03/temple-queue-and-other-poems-by-debasis-tripathy/): By: Debasis Tripathy Temple queue A clear moonshine, A little sweat on the forehead, Standing in a temple queue, And a little prayer come true. These simple things have made the evening sweet. ——— 0 ——— A call In this world... - [Poem: Under the Pseudonym](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/03/poem-under-the-pseudonym/): By: Aditya Malhotra We are soldiers Weary of pointing our gunnery At the pristine snow-capped mountains Bordering our land of peasants Hanging by their necks Where reviled women with mutilated bodies Lay unclaimed like prisoners of war And bellies of drowned... - [Aloha’s Embrace](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/03/alohas-embrace/): By: Aditya Malhotra What can one see staring at a mirror? * * * Am I the one picked up among skein Or looking at someone more alive? Who giggles seeing me chase my tail Warms up in mouth to mouth... - [Poem: The irony](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/03/poem-the-irony/): By Olatubosun David The irony is when they all compete to survive the onslaught of the hunger that feeds on human flesh in the land of surplus Seers have ceased to see fine Their eyes are feeble Their visions are... - [Poetry collection 'A Matter of Selection' by Carol Smallwood delves deep](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/02/poetry-collection-a-matter-of-selection-by-carol-smallwood-delves-deep/): By: Alex Phuong Michigan writer, Carol Smallwood is currently one of the most prolific authors writing today. Credited with numerous books, she continues to publish poetry on a wide variety of topics.  She has also received acclaim for her artistic merit and... - [Aisle Shades](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/02/aisle-shades/): By: Jourdan Lobban It was a scorching Saturday. I had to get my hair done no matter the cost. But my Wawa regiment had to be satisfied first. I had done the routine countless times: I’m in with my money,... - [Poem: Lunch, Post-Treatment](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/02/poem-lunch-post-treatment/): By: Alyssa Trivett We sat at the round table in afternoon dust as the revolving doors roller skated in frigid breeze and our froggy throats talked about the weather and how your treatment went. And we sat with folded hands... - ['Impaling goddess' and other poems by Linda M Crate](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/02/impaling-goddess-and-other-poems-by-linda-m-crate/): By Linda M Crate impaling goddess the creek stones glittering like jewels will be my crown i am not in need of a hero because i save myself so if you’re looking for a damsel in distress, i’m sorry you... - [Are the ‘first-ever’ chariots unearthed by ASI belong to the Mahabharata period?](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/01/are-the-first-ever-chariots-unearthed-by-asi-belong-to-the-mahabharata-period/): A few days back, the Archaeological Survey of India (ASI) unearthed the remains of a chariot that is said to belong to the Mahabharata era. As per the ASI, the chariot dates back to the ‘Bronze Age’ (2000-1800BC). The remains... - ['Sweet Memories' and poems by Eterigho](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/01/sweet-memories-and-poems-by-eterigho/): By: Eterigho Oghenekome Humphrey SWEET MEMORIES Memories, don’t ask me of the last names I loved- Tell winds to halt echoing their whispers to my head; For my travelling feet leave them behind each year- Away from my eye’s sight, they... - ['Cutting Pita' and other poems by James Croal Jackson](https://literaryyard.com/2018/07/31/cutting-pita-and-other-poems-by-james-croal-jackson/): By: James Croal Jackson 2014 Of course I remember how to be alone, how to drag a lawn chair out to smoke a shore and offer loneliness a bottle. But there you would meet me on a staircase of sand and... - [Poem: Death](https://literaryyard.com/2018/07/31/poem-death-2/): By: Rimli Bhattacharya   Death exists, Though she denied it, In front of her lay the lifeless soul of her son, He was buoyant day before yesterday. But today – Death exists, The mother in her wailed, Her world has gone... - [Resume and CV Writing Service: Benefit from GRADE Samples to Succeed Academically](https://literaryyard.com/2018/07/31/resume-and-cv-writing-service-benefit-from-grade-samples-to-succeed-academically/): So, you have worked really hard and accomplished a lot. All you need is to get your academic and professional background noticed. Or, you’re a recent graduate, who cannot boast of having an immense experience of work requested by the... - [In the Final Analysis](https://literaryyard.com/2018/07/28/in-the-final-analysis/): By: Connie Woodring Birth… No choice here. An infant is placed on a roller coaster seat. The operator asks nonchalantly, “Oops! Did I fasten the seat belt?” after the car has made its initial climb. Gender… An exaggerated, distorted extravaganza of... - [Uncle Ralph](https://literaryyard.com/2018/07/27/uncle-ralph/): By: Milt Montague One particularly bright and sunny spring day back in the middle 1960’s Uncle Ralph walked into our store on Madison Avenue and announced that he and his wife May had just arrived from their home in Miami... - [Unbreakable Glass](https://literaryyard.com/2018/07/27/unbreakable-glass/): By: Milt Montague When Milt was six or seven years old his favorite radio shows [television had not yet been invented] were The Shadow and Little Orphan Annie. He loved to listen to the singing commercials that introduced these two... - [Poem: Golden Paradise](https://literaryyard.com/2018/07/27/poem-golden-paradise/): By Chinese Poet Hongri Yuan Translated by Yuanbing zhang Gold birds, ah! Flew above my head A golden ribbon Spreading out to me from the sky I saw the golden mountains Smiling at me in the distance The layers of... - [Horses in February](https://literaryyard.com/2018/07/26/horses-in-february/): By: Lauren Lubrino The road leads to the edge of the map Eroded gravel, torn billboards, a ship graveyard Arthur Kill’s museum of nautical failures Floating metal skeletons, landmark of years gone by “Keep out” is scribbled in graffiti On the... - [Darkness is a Proper Noun](https://literaryyard.com/2018/07/26/darkness-is-a-proper-noun/): By Lauren Lubrino Suspension bridges. Cameras installed on both ends. “They are watching us.” The iron railing was cold. His hands turned blue with web of purple veins. There is a netting below the bridge to catch those who decide... - [Daybreak](https://literaryyard.com/2018/07/26/daybreak/): By: Jennifer Benningfield Fourteen months, and still Donita had not experienced a night of uninterrupted sleep. The first nine of those months could be simply–perhaps rightly–attributed to the fetus developing inside of her body. Adapting to life in a new... - [Top Writers Who Used Stream OF Consciousness to its Best](https://literaryyard.com/2018/07/25/top-writers-who-used-stream-of-consciousness-to-its-best/): Among the myriad ways that storytellers and novelists have invented to narrate their tales, stream of consciousness is perhaps the only tool that has caught everyone’s fancy. While it sounds fascinating and surreal, it has not been everyone’s cup of... - [Poem: Nightsky](https://literaryyard.com/2018/07/25/poem-nightsky/): By: April Mae M. Berza  I ask for the galaxy in your eyes, each constellation dancing as we waltz in the Milky Way of deepest desire. The maiden moon playing jazz, the stars welcoming us in a night of hopes and... - [Poem: I buried Cupid's arrows](https://literaryyard.com/2018/07/25/poem-i-buried-cupids-arrows/): By: April Mae M. Berza  I buried Cupid’s arrows in my dreams and awoke thirsty of fires and desires. When I drank an ocean, zephyr sings a heavy dirge to reconcile the fears with my tears slowly battling like soldiers fighting... - [Connecting with Meena Jamatia and Unakoti hills](https://literaryyard.com/2018/07/24/connecting-with-meena-jamatia-and-unakoti-hills/): By: Rimli Bhattacharya It is during my visit to Unakoti hills of Tripura that I got the opportunity of meeting Meena. Wearing a Rignai covering the lower half of her body and Risa and Rikutu covering the upper half of her torso,... - [Story: Funeral Service](https://literaryyard.com/2018/07/24/story-funeral-service/): By Andrew Pence “Where are you going?” Carl asked, knowing the answer. “Out,” Emily answered without elaboration, putting the finishing touches on her makeup. “Again, Christ. That’s three times this week and it ain’t even Friday.” “So? You can go... - ['The Seagul' and other poems by Marc Carver](https://literaryyard.com/2018/07/21/the-seagul-and-other-poems-by-marc-carver/): By: Marc Carver The Seagul I want to be like one of those old seagulls who knows he is close to death. No goodbyes no farewells They just go out to sea and keep flying they fly until they die.... - [Poem: Dreaming with Cleopatra](https://literaryyard.com/2018/07/21/poem-dreaming-with-cleopatra/): By: Daniel de Culla Being naked to bed From the bedside table Where my father kept condoms And historical naked stars Dreaming with them I took a big postcard That I thought was a chicken In a yard: It was... - [Poem: Shangrila](https://literaryyard.com/2018/07/21/poem-shangrila/): By: Daniel de Culla Where are you going, James Hilton? Where are you going, sad about you? -I’m looking for my Lost Horizons On the great bluish mountain of the Karakal In Baskul, Afghanistan. -If Tomás Moro is already dead In... - [Poem: Lost Horizons](https://literaryyard.com/2018/07/21/poem-lost-horizons/): By: Daniel de Culla Where are you going, James Hilton? Where are you going, sad about you? -I’m looking for my Lost Horizons On the great bluish mountain of the Karakal In Baskul, Afghanistan. -If Tomás Moro is already dead In... - [Blame It on Riots](https://literaryyard.com/2018/07/19/blame-it-on-riots/): By: Ram Govardhan The towering, ornate Nigerian teak door at the end of lane is usually closed and persistently watched over by very old Rasul Chacha, as if he is on a continued lookout for someone wicked. Because the lane... - [Story: Lori In Love](https://literaryyard.com/2018/07/19/story-lori-in-love/): By: Ruth Z Deming She’d kept his photo at the bottom of her jewelry box, under her stunning wedding ring that bastard Stewart had given back, after the four children were grown. She took back her maiden name, Goodland, had a... - [Poem: 5150 - A Self Portrait](https://literaryyard.com/2018/07/16/poem-5150-a-self-portrait/): By: Johnny Gardner What I write is supposed to explain me But to limn is to betray me; how I portray my life, Revealing me, for who I am underneath. The sides of me most would never see, but believe. I... - [The Last Unpleasantness](https://literaryyard.com/2018/07/16/the-last-unpleasantness/): By: Michael Fryd The Social Order Police arrived in the nick of time before she had a chance to set the house on fire, and took her to the Holding Facility. This was her third violation and she wondered what would... - [Nightfall](https://literaryyard.com/2018/07/15/nightfall/): By: Ian Fletcher Night is falling drawing the day into its own oblivion a day like all days unique, irretrievable by word or image or the world’s recall. So it is with me for my night falls and my oblivion calls.... - [Story: Pink Bunny Rabbits](https://literaryyard.com/2018/07/15/story-pink-bunny-rabbits/): By: Richard Tattoni “Don’t you like it here, Dick?” asked Dr. Everything-Will-Be-Alright. It was the oldest hospital in the city. I was in the emergency room. To be honest, there wasn’t a hospital room on the planet where I would want... - [Searching Sunny Leone](https://literaryyard.com/2018/07/14/searching-sunny-leone/): By: Prashil Kumar When I turned nineteen, grandfather took me to a neighbouring village. There, he introduced me to a random family and informed they were going to be my inlaws soon. I had no option but to obey. “Yes, Grandfather.”... - [Poem: My Ex's Car](https://literaryyard.com/2018/07/13/poem-my-exs-car/): By: Minako Biedenbach My boyfriend always lies right to my face My ex has a nice new car and it’s black It’s time I put my boyfriend in his place And if he’s smart then he’ll shape up his act I’m... - [Poem: Yellow Canoe](https://literaryyard.com/2018/07/13/poem-yellow-canoe/): By: Minako Biedenbach I’ll jump on a yellow canoe to get to the zoo to the zoo who knew get a new hairdo then go back to the parents no that won’t do I’ll live in shack they won’t fight back... - [Poem: Meditation on the Lord’s Prayer](https://literaryyard.com/2018/07/13/poem-meditation-on-the-lords-prayer/): By: Yevgeniya Przhebelskaya  Jesus’s disciples asked: teach us to pray. Today, crying or cursing, we seek “Our Father …” Our careers are thorny, we reap backstabs, gossip and sin. Our daily bread is hormone filled protein. Our enemies who are not... - [Poem: Under a Sycamore Tree](https://literaryyard.com/2018/07/13/poem-under-a-sycamore-tree/): By: Yevgeniya Przhebelskaya In death’s chokehold of despair and ranging fire of desire, in smashing murmur of the world, “Look for the Savior” I’m told. Who heard Nathaniel’s secret prayer, And called him out of despair? Who saw Zacchaeus on a... - [Story: Behind Unlocked Doors](https://literaryyard.com/2018/07/13/story-behind-unlocked-doors/): By: Neyda Sandoval “Babe, please calm down. Don’t worry you will be fine,” Nathaniel reaffirmed Cindy as he increased his speed to merge onto the freeway. “That’s easy for you to say. You don’t have to live with diabetes, blood transfusions... - [Story: A Profound Discovery](https://literaryyard.com/2018/07/11/story-a-profound-discovery/): By: Neyda Sandoval Sweat dripped down his face, frantically trying to button his shirt and zip up his pants, after Elijah realized it was Sunday. Elijah Jones, was late for mass and did not want to be scolded by his girlfriend... - [Story: Waking Up To Silence](https://literaryyard.com/2018/07/03/story-waking-up-to-silence/): By: Chloe Spencer Concentrate. Breathe. Focus. Jacqueline stared at the whiteboard. Her eyes flickered as she watched the lecturer’s hands, moving from left to right, top to bottom. It was as if her professor’s hands were dancing around the equation she... - [Poem: Odor](https://literaryyard.com/2018/06/27/poem-odor/): By: Anupama Kadwad Odor is such a strong sense many beautiful memories linked with it. Exhilarating smell of mud after the first rains. Invigorating smell of incense sticks linked with prayers. Exuberant smell of new books associated with first day of... - [Poem: Grandpa](https://literaryyard.com/2018/06/27/poem-grandpa/): By: Anupama Kadwad Rocking back and forth with a creaking sound can still envision him sitting on the chair At the strike of seven rushed to catch our place by his feet tiny eager faces waited in anticipation huddled close by... - [Story: Always the Smell of Chemistry and Aqua Net](https://literaryyard.com/2018/06/27/story-always-the-smell-of-chemistry-and-aqua-net/): By: Samuel E. Cole The window shades are closed. Bobby, my husband, prefers darkness, believing transparency echoes nebulousness. He’s shady, too, speaking neither of a value system nor of its usefulness. He does, however, understand neglect, which makes it easy for... - [Story: Evening of a dawn](https://literaryyard.com/2018/06/22/story-evening-of-a-dawn/): By: Victor Azubike  General Steel the Head of State and Commander in Chief of the Armed forces sat on an armchair, luxuriating close to the Olympic size swimming pool of the State house on a languorous evening in June. With him... - [In the Casino](https://literaryyard.com/2018/06/22/in-the-casino/): By: Frankie Lyon PART ONE (Paris) My tongue is the beginning of trouble, My body the end. Some days I am an outlaw. I see things Others don’t: grime At the bottom of the canal. Organ-grinders Moving fast behind every... - [BAD FOR BUSINESS/ ode to the king](https://literaryyard.com/2018/06/22/bad-for-business-ode-to-the-king/): By: Constance Woodring Every day we hear your name, you always sound the same. You got war in your nose. It doesn’t matter where you buy your clothes. You’re a shot in the dark, waiting to make your mark. We can... - [Poem: Smell Coast To Coast Roses](https://literaryyard.com/2018/06/20/poem-smell-coast-to-coast-roses/): By: Gerard Sarnat Walking new body on Frisco’s Embarcadero Pacifica Radio radical paranoia in general but now specifically about how radioactive left titanium knee & hip are alt-right gov’t’s way to get back at moi for protesting Trump. Despite hard... - [The Wordsmith Becomes Worldsmith](https://literaryyard.com/2018/06/20/the-wordsmith-becomes-worldsmith/): By: Jessica Lao  Court against country, mind against body, even truth itself against fiction—in a play filled with dualities, perhaps none is so encompassing as that of action and passivity in William Shakespeare’s As You Like It. As its characters struggle... - [Letter to the Editor: On Asian Anti-Blackness](https://literaryyard.com/2018/06/20/letter-to-the-editor-on-asian-anti-blackness/): By: Jessica Lao  Let’s get things straight. This isn’t a story of getting personally stomped on by the police, or being forced to leave school because of my (as it happens, conveniently not) natural hair. For the most part, I can’t... - [Blurred Lines: Assimilation and White Teeth](https://literaryyard.com/2018/06/20/blurred-lines-assimilation-and-white-teeth/): By: Jessica Lao  Picture a 13-year-old sitting in a classroom, gradually consuming her weight in pencil erasers as her Georgia Studies teacher embarks on one of his infamous rants. “Did y’all see the video of that boy going after the store... - [Poem: Delicious Madness](https://literaryyard.com/2018/06/19/poem-delicious-madness/): By: Adam Levon Brown  I was blessed with the divine madness! I have been chosen to spread this holy litany of this chewed on word. The blood which courses through my veins is infused with the strain of the Serpent Biting... - [Poem: Moon-Drop Paradise](https://literaryyard.com/2018/06/19/poem-moon-drop-paradise/): By: Adam Levon Brown  (Inspired by the Poetry of Derrick C.Brown) I walked up to a woman drinking sweet tea She resembled Mary Magdalene with a touch of “Bitch, I’ll cut you if you touch me” I asked her If I... - [Poem: Tune out/Drop in](https://literaryyard.com/2018/06/19/poem-tune-out-drop-in/): By: Adam Levon Brown  Motorboat silence cracks the open wave Mist falls on your parched ears While music enters through your rattling lungs Pomegranate lips squeeze through the open blind-shade Oleander sepulcher splattered on Pink Floyd’s Wall Departure from mainstream reality... - [Story: Remembrance](https://literaryyard.com/2018/06/19/story-remembrance/): By: Tamra Scott-Hunt So remembered are these two whose lives once touched each other. On warm days they sat like small children playing in the sand, telling secrets that will never be told to another, and sharing each other’s laughter when... - [Poem: Paweł Markiewicz](https://literaryyard.com/2018/06/19/poem-pawel-markiewicz/): By: Dichter I, a priest, am waiting behind the magic rainbow, in the beautiful Druid-temple, illuminated by the fire, that does not burn brightly, but shimmers such the magical jack-o’-lantern its sparks and sparkles are called the earthly sea of wonderful... - [Foreplay](https://literaryyard.com/2018/06/16/foreplay/): By: William Ogden Haynes It was one of those billiard halls that was known for strong cocktails, great tables and a high probability of picking up a date. Often, he was lucky enough to meet a woman who asked him to... - [Just Before the Storm](https://literaryyard.com/2018/06/16/just-before-the-storm/): By: William Ogden Haynes The old couple sits on the front porch drinking coffee, waiting for the bad weather, wondering how many more storms they will be able to watch together. From the porch swing they can see the pampas grass... - [Urban Renewal in Hyde Park: Chicago 1955](https://literaryyard.com/2018/06/16/urban-renewal-in-hyde-park-chicago-1955/): By: William Ogden Haynes “In all, after the plans were pushed through the City Council, 193 acres were demolished, 30,000 people were displaced, bars, jazz clubs, and other businesses were pushed out, and 41 acres were claimed as additions to the... - [Erosion](https://literaryyard.com/2018/06/15/erosion/): By: Tamra Scott-Hunt I don’t want to hate you…. I want to dig deep and remember the times you were civil, pleasant, and safe. I don’t want to remember the hot, cold burn of your leather belt, your bulging temple veins,... - [Story: The Boot Scraper](https://literaryyard.com/2018/06/15/story-the-boot-scraper/): By Chris Fortunato A chill wind of unease descends upon people in their sixth decade. Small issues appear unexpectedly and diminish the joy of first love. Prescott knew he was guilty of criticizing Angela for little things such as spending... - [Matteo Salvini, Italy’s New Strongman](https://literaryyard.com/2018/06/15/matteo-salvini-italys-new-strongman/): By: Gaither Stewart As shown in the permissive attitude of Italians toward Fascism last century, also contemporary Italians perceive of a strong and charismatic leader as a shield against disorder and their inherent inclination toward anarchy. Someone to protect them against... - [Story: Bashir](https://literaryyard.com/2018/06/14/story-bashir/): By: Prashil Kumar Bashir had never imagined losing his father. However, he chose losing him, for good. He could never imagine death upon his father. But he chose that too. Bashir was five when he figured that his father was unwell.... - [Story: Wishful Thinking](https://literaryyard.com/2018/06/14/story-wishful-thinking/): By: Philip Charter Aiden McNealy tried his key in the door for the third time. Sodding thing always jammed. At least he didn’t have to worry about waking anybody up. The teenage tossers downstairs had gone out, rather than DJing into... - [Story: Sand Sailor](https://literaryyard.com/2018/06/14/story-sand-sailor/): By: Rajbir Johar He stretched, allowing his eyes to peer over the open window. The wind was strong as always. A blue and yellow kite in hand, he struggled onto the warm beach underneath him and threw the kite. The kite... - [Story: The Greatest Gift](https://literaryyard.com/2018/06/14/story-the-greatest-gift/): By: Kathleen Vo “Am I crazy?” I asked myself as I stepped out into the dark, rainy night, both arms pulled down by two heavy bags of food, face stinging as the wind pierced my skin. On this cold winter day,... - [Story: Blue Bike](https://literaryyard.com/2018/06/14/story-blue-bike/): By: Hannah Yun She stomped into the quiet room, heels clicking against the ground with every step. There was no doubt that every eye was on her as she approached the young man reaching for a book on the shelf. He... - [Poem: Internal Struggle](https://literaryyard.com/2018/06/14/poem-internal-struggle/): By: June Hyuk Jung A heart as cold as stone Cynicism that is second to none Unable to see any other way And just worries every single day About what it could have been And always wants to know when Many... - [Poem: The Valley of Tribeca](https://literaryyard.com/2018/06/13/poem-the-valley-of-tribeca/): By: Mary Bone I was in the Tribeca Valley Where the buffalo used to roam. The canyons echoed drum sounds from a long time ago. Corn was planted row upon row. Tribes gathered from all around To celebrate the food... - [Poem: The Clay People](https://literaryyard.com/2018/06/13/poem-the-clay-people/): By: Mary Bone The clay people lived in the forest, Made pots and utensils, Hunted for food Lived off the land- Chanted around campfires, Made their own music Danced to a different drummer, They returned to the earth As the... - [At the Old Café](https://literaryyard.com/2018/06/13/at-the-old-cafe/): By: KJ Hannah Greenberg At the old café, she puffed nicotine’s charms Into a perambulator that swayed a bit; such Dragon-breath assayed her wrapped baby. Wasting no time, a waiter, urged by his manager’s Stare, scolded. His long finger wiggled back... - [The Ways in Which We Puttered](https://literaryyard.com/2018/06/13/the-ways-in-which-we-puttered/): By: KJ Hannah Greenberg When outmoded enough to care for community mothers, we counted The ways they puttered in gardens, discarding cool, rainy day work As balderdash-type business (only university scholars should jab wet Dirt, sow in contentious grounds, attempt impossible,... - [Yes, There are Rapid, Side-effect Free Ways to Reduce Depression](https://literaryyard.com/2018/05/30/yes-there-are-rapid-side-effect-free-ways-to-reduce-depression/): By: David Shapiro For Michael Phelps, depression is both a problem that many athletes face and also a personal challenge. Despite being the world’s most decorated swimmer and the Olympian with the most medals of all time, with 28 Olympic... - [Three Lessons on Love](https://literaryyard.com/2018/05/29/three-lessons-on-love/): By: Alexander Kemp Disclaimer: This is mostly a true story, but not really, but this actually did happen, but not really, but yeah, its non-fiction, except all the parts that are fiction. New Year’s Eve (December 30, 2016) “Takes an... - [Poem: Drip](https://literaryyard.com/2018/05/29/poem-drip/): By: David If I was An inanimate object, I would be A single drop of water Falling from the sky Faster than the blink of an eye. “Bloop” landing amongst, Millions of other droplets No different than the others. No... - [Travel: Civita de Bagnoregio](https://literaryyard.com/2018/05/28/travel-civita-de-bagnoregio/): By: Jim Alexander Dave and I stood dumbfounded when we gazed across the Tiber Valley at the ancient city of Civita. The abandoned medieval buildings that clustered atop steep cliff looked surreal and the distant plateau might have been an apparition.... - [Poem: The Hours at Saint Rasputin Syrian Orthodox Church](https://literaryyard.com/2018/05/28/poem-the-hours-at-saint-rasputin-syrian-orthodox-church/): By: Chuck Orloski Hemophiliac Damascus, those eyes, those eyes, Rasputin’s eyes, like Russian S-300’s activated at abyss. Seducer, Gregory can’t get close to Czar Putin’s Alexandra, she doesn’t like beards & hooligans. Those eyes, scary eyes! What the hell is... - [Poem: At the Keats-Shelley House, Rome](https://literaryyard.com/2017/11/24/poem-at-the-keats-shelley-house-rome/): By: James Aitchison I rambled on down the Spanish Steps one day And found the house. The voluptuous guide Made me wonder: Was she in love with the dead? Her eyes seemed to kiss the portrait of Keats, His frail face... - [Story: Crush](https://literaryyard.com/2017/11/23/story-crush/): By: Sam Reilly When Mom grounded me for smoking dope, I snuck out and ended up at Cori’s, where I got drunk and asked her to pierce my ear. She numbed my lobe with an ice cube. Then she stuck me.... - [Story: Trash](https://literaryyard.com/2017/11/23/story-trash/): By: Sam Reilly   The first item they pulled from our garbage was a used condom. Then they threw it at one another. By the time the trash men reached the last house on the last street—our house—they were routinely hammered.... - [Story: Raggmopp](https://literaryyard.com/2017/11/23/story-raggmopp/): By: Kathryn M. Hamilton Because the sun peeked through the window beside her at just the wrong angle, Raggmopp had to squint to see downstairs, though as she squatted at the top of the stairway listening to the noises coming from... - [Poem: Stuck](https://literaryyard.com/2017/11/22/poem-stuck/): By: Gale Acuff Miss Hooker is my girlfriend in my dream and I’m on one knee proposing, my right because my left is bad but if it took a little more pain to pop it I would, that’s how much I... - [Poem: Crime of Passion](https://literaryyard.com/2017/11/22/poem-crime-of-passion/): By: Gale Acuff In the middle of her story about Jesus bringing Lazarus back to life I fell in love with Miss Hooker, she’s my Sunday School teacher and death’s hard enough to live with but to think that it will... - [Poem: Worthy](https://literaryyard.com/2017/11/22/poem-worthy/): By: Gary Van Haas How Noble Are We… Who move our brothers & sisters to battle, Bone, blood and flesh lay ridden o’er the fields. How Noble Are We… To live in conjecture and false premise, allowing blackened politicians rule... - [Story: The Glory & The Dead](https://literaryyard.com/2017/11/21/story-the-glory-the-dead/): By: Gary Van Haas And Mars the God of War awoke from his slumber sensing the impending doom, and gazed grimly at the blood-red sunset descending over scorched earth where a chilling wind howled through bowed grass over the Tunisian... - [Poem: How things are now](https://literaryyard.com/2017/11/21/poem-how-things-are-now/): By: Lorna Wood Now when I wake up and see the sun, relentlessly bright on the leaves, it glares a threat as I remember. When I write, I must ask myself, Will this help? When I play music, the same. When... - [Poem: A Diet of Worms](https://literaryyard.com/2017/11/20/poem-a-diet-of-worms/): By: Rob Chirico My books on magic? The Waite, the Yeats, the Blavatsky? All gone. After all, what is magic but the art of making things disappear. My feat was not art of artifice, it was truth. And, truth be told,... - [Story: A Once Forgotten Soul](https://literaryyard.com/2017/11/20/story-a-once-forgotten-soul/): By CJ Vermote April 2016 Steve – Today is a very exciting day. As I stand here looking out of the window watching cars drive by, going here or there, none of them are important…only she matters. Thankfully the sun... - [Then There's Only One Choice](https://literaryyard.com/2017/11/20/then-theres-only-one-choice/): This month marks the 70th anniversary of the death of Wolfgang Borchert, a young German writer who was seriously wounded in World War II then imprisoned for resistance activities. Physically destroyed, he lived only two years after the war. During... - [Poem: Lupine Rules...and How to Break Them](https://literaryyard.com/2017/11/20/poem-lupine-rules-and-how-to-break-them/): By: Adrian Slonaker Wolves should be snarlingly brutal, not pining meekly for your meaty feet shod with Earth shoes. Wolf-tails shouldn’t wag when wolf-ears are stroked by your bloodstone- and onyx-ringed fingers. Wolves should display dominance, not yielding to tameness when... - [Poem: Dusty at the Dentist](https://literaryyard.com/2017/11/20/poem-dusty-at-the-dentist/): By: Adrian Slonaker Peering at a prosaic painting on the ceiling, I want to tap my digits to Dusty Springfield while I’m on my back, and my chompers get scraped to panda-eyed pathos. The chanteuse wants to stay awhile, but months... - [Story: The Bizarre Dating Ritual of Two Urban Geographical Nuts](https://literaryyard.com/2017/11/17/story-the-bizarre-dating-ritual-of-two-urban-geographical-nuts/): By: Eliza Mimski I met my partner at a Fourth of July party given by a friend. He was tall and good-looking and we enjoyed talking to each other. Both of us got off on knowing little factoids about our city... - [Arthur Miller’s Death of a Salesman, a victim of Capitalism](https://literaryyard.com/2017/11/17/arthur-millers-death-of-a-salesman-a-victim-of-capitalism/): By: Mohammad Jashim Uddin Arthur Asher Miller, worldwide known as Arthur Miller, is considered as the best playwright of 20th century literature. He was born on 17 October, 1915 in New York. In his plays, he combined social awareness with... - [When a wanderer meets a pilgrim: A Mathematical Fiction](https://literaryyard.com/2017/11/16/when-a-wanderer-meets-a-pilgrim-a-mathematical-fiction/): By: Aruna Subramanian If there is any subject that would kindle interest in almost all souls in the universe, that is love. However, it is not the case when it comes to mathematics. It remains a dreadful subject to many.... - [Poem: An American Road Trip](https://literaryyard.com/2017/11/08/poem-an-american-road-trip/): By: Jami Miller A solar eclipse lassoed my windshield to Colorado flowers lingering on I-70, while the interstate whispered, “escape,” and Atlanta hid in a corner of my rearview. I chose to chase the sun and run from the moon through... - [Poem: Death Does Not Cry](https://literaryyard.com/2017/11/08/poem-death-does-not-cry/): By: Jami Miller I have learned how to bow down to tombstones from all the skeletons who have undressed before me, the headless dandelions that snuck away with the wind, and the carnations thrown under the skin of the earth. I... - [There Are No Androids Just Electric Sheep](https://literaryyard.com/2017/11/07/there-are-no-androids-just-electric-sheep/): By: Robert Bermudez It has always been a crazy world – do not let anyone tell you different. Confusion, uncertainty and outright chaos have been more the norm than the exception since Adam and Eve strolled around that famous garden. Even... - [Story: Imprint of a Promise](https://literaryyard.com/2017/11/04/story-imprint-of-a-promise/): By: Brandy Montilione I watch from across the street, half of me hidden behind a street lamp preferring to remain a voyeur, the other half highlighted by the mid-day sun yearning to be seen. In between the endless stream of delivery... - [Poem: Best of both worlds](https://literaryyard.com/2017/11/04/poem-best-of-both-worlds/): By: Milt Montague clusters of apartment houses once found only in the city now appearing in the suburbs huddled together for protection the metropolis moves to the burbs offering apartment house services to tenants in a small town environment no... - [Poem: a funny bird](https://literaryyard.com/2017/11/04/poem-a-funny-bird/): By: Milt Montague the ostrich is a funny bird seemingly put together from odds and ends or leftover parts two long skinny legs a neck to match sticking out of a football shaped body lush black/white wing feathers larger more... - [Poem: I Pity The Man Who Loves You](https://literaryyard.com/2017/11/04/poem-i-pity-the-man-who-loves-you/): By: Paulo Lorenzo L. Garcia  I pity the man who will love you when I’m through. Late at night, he’ll catch your restless eyes peeping through the roof for stars I named after you and when he follows each star from... - [Poem: Stardust](https://literaryyard.com/2017/11/04/poem-stardust/): By: Paulo Lorenzo L. Garcia You’re like a star So near, yet so far and I am a starburst Of white-hot rage cursing the horizon dividing us two and once snuffed out by senile rage our story begins anew I have... - [Poem: To Catch A Dream](https://literaryyard.com/2017/11/04/poem-to-catch-a-dream/): By: Paulo Lorenzo L. Garcia Walking through the train station on a hard day’s night I see her bob cut brush short of her shoulders. From behind I could make out a smile that fanned from one ear to the other... - [Poem: Lions](https://literaryyard.com/2017/11/04/poem-lions/): By: Isabelle Kenyon Flattened fur and dampened spirits, bodies too large to take refuge in long grass – you lie defeated, resigned but waiting. With eyes of fire you watch for prey.   - [Poem: The Whale](https://literaryyard.com/2017/11/04/poem-the-whale/): By: Isabelle Kenyon Great clouds gather, hang like rotten fruit, Peppering the waves with their sour perfume. Salt–drizzled iceberg tickled by an arched bough a mermaid tail, somersaulting through Ocean’s silence, body twisting, Commanding the tides.     - [Story: Step of the Cat](https://literaryyard.com/2017/11/04/story-step-of-the-cat/): By: Jamie Kahn When I was a young teenager, my sister and I began noticing that around our neighborhood, there was a black cat that often appeared in peoples’ yards and bushes, hiding away and darting whenever he saw a person.... - [Story: Penultimate](https://literaryyard.com/2017/11/02/story-penultimate/): By: Andrew J. Gleason  I have decided to kill myself. Know that it is not out of love or sadness that I perform this most heinous act but because I chose it over the alternative, for that seems far, far... - [Poem: For Old Time’s Sake](https://literaryyard.com/2017/11/02/poem-for-old-times-sake/): By: Ian Fletcher They bump into each other after thirty-five years at the funeral of a friend from university days whom cancer has taken from the world too soon. They’re both staying over so have arranged to chill that evening over... - [Poem: Honey's](https://literaryyard.com/2017/11/01/poem-honeys/): By: Ricky Garni There is a bar named Honey’s that makes a delicious and exotic cocktail that uses filtered ocean water from Montauk in its recipe. Even though it sounds interesting and inspired, I am afraid to try it because... - [Poem: Waking Up, Post-Surgery](https://literaryyard.com/2017/11/01/poem-waking-up-post-surgery/): By: Alyssa Trivett Newspaper cutout men danced in my head, my stomach bowling pin quakes, sits, stays, rolls over to machine beep symphonies. Bedpans slam-dance. I spy faint figures in hospital garbs; the ghosts of my dreams, as I see stars.... - [Poem: Waiting for a Train to Pass](https://literaryyard.com/2017/11/01/poem-waiting-for-a-train-to-pass/): By: Alyssa Trivett We sit in our pill-bottles, dormant like vampires during daytime laundry cycles, scurrying away from our own heads with running thoughts ceiling fan spinning above us. Lawnmowers in front of me shake, hardware store paint cans. The horizon... - [The Guide](https://literaryyard.com/2017/10/30/the-guide/): By: Balu George The Oneness of all things God is the taste in water, the radiance of the moon, the snow on mountain tops, and the twinkle in the baby’s eyes. God is the body, the hair, the feet and... - [Story: Honour](https://literaryyard.com/2017/10/29/story-honour/): By: Tahira Z. “It’s time to leave, Meera. Are you ready?” Meera’s mother, Mrs. Joseph knocked on her door. Meera opened the door, wiping the tears forming at the corners of her eyes. Her mind continued to replay the incident... - [Story: A Flickering Light](https://literaryyard.com/2017/10/28/story-a-flickering-light/): By: Daginne Aignend She feels restless, tensed, without a reason actually just nervous and twitchy. It was the time of the day they call the twilight zone when daylight slowly fades into total darkness. A deep resonant sound rumbles in the... - [Story: Paper Wings](https://literaryyard.com/2017/10/28/story-paper-wings/): By: T.R. Healy Travers scarcely got across the suspension bridge when the top of the Chesterton Column appeared in a corner of the windshield. He winced. Just a shade over a hundred feet, the marble obelisk was built shortly after the... - [Poem: In The Moment On The River](https://literaryyard.com/2017/10/28/poem-in-the-moment-on-the-river/): By: G. Louis Heath I am looking at the motorboats racing up And down, going nowhere it seems, in the Pursuit of pleasure. This is recreation on The mighty river that runs through my town. I sit on a bench... - [Poem: Sky Horses Of Ancient Myth](https://literaryyard.com/2017/10/28/poem-sky-horses-of-ancient-myth/): By: G. Louis Heath A phalanx of muscular, gray cloud gazes Dimly on my day. I hear thunderbirds Behind the thunderheads. Or maybe they Are chariots roaring out of Rome, drawn By sky horses. Yes, more like that. I think... - [Poem: My Children’s Snow Men](https://literaryyard.com/2017/10/28/poem-my-childrens-snow-men/): By: G. Louis Heath The sky that Sunday spring evening Curdled burnt-orange and salmon pink Against a canopy of blue, a motley sky Over fugitive snow, so evanescent as to Defy my sense of what is. Snow takes Its leave,... - [Poem: Pure Gold](https://literaryyard.com/2017/10/28/poem-pure-gold/): By: Lynn White We were the pure gold people. The golden generation of bouncing baby boomers who had it all, the best music, the most fun and the security and optimism of a golden future. Now we have had our... - [Poem: Shaken Not Stirred](https://literaryyard.com/2017/10/28/poem-shaken-not-stirred/): By: Lynn White These people here, those people there. What do they know. What do they care. What will touch their little lives, to move them, shake them, disarrange them. What will pinch them, wake them, make them sit up,... - [Poem: Uniforms](https://literaryyard.com/2017/10/28/poem-uniforms/): By: Lynn White What shall I be, soldier, sailor, clown, maybe. Grey suit, or blue, tailored jacket, short skirt. Hippie, maybe. Now there’s a uniform! Everyone different, not conforming. But, wearing the same signs, the signifiers, of non conformity. The badges... - [Quadriga](https://literaryyard.com/2017/10/27/quadriga/): By: Gaither Stewart A five-meter tall resplendent Quadriga sculpture tops the Brandenburg Gate in Berlin, the Arc de Triomphe in Paris, the Wellington Arch in London, The Bolshoy Theater in Moscow, the Victor Emmanuel Monument in Rome, and other important... - [Poem: I Hear Her Calling](https://literaryyard.com/2017/10/27/poem-i-hear-her-calling/): By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick My mind, body weary Fitful sleep night after night I hear her calling me Unable to determine from whence comes her voice Echoing through my mind Through tall weeds I thrust Against the current I swim... - [Poem: Nothing To Say To the World](https://literaryyard.com/2017/10/26/poem-nothing-to-say-to-the-world/): By: Grant Guy His eyes have nothing to say to the world And they are very happy that way thank you very much His eyes have turned a dead man’s eyes Looking at us and away from us If they... - [Poem: I Drink Hard Enough When I Am Sober](https://literaryyard.com/2017/10/26/poem-i-drink-hard-enough-when-i-am-sober/): By: Grant Guy I drink hard enough when I am sober And I burn all my bridges And I know there’s a woman out there Who loves me & I will never love her This is known facts to me But... - [Poem #8](https://literaryyard.com/2017/10/26/poem-8/): By: Grant Guy I am a nowhere I am everywhere I am with you from your first breath to your last I am with for your needs I have no hand to lend I am not your friend I don’t give... - [Poem: Couldn't be your puppet](https://literaryyard.com/2017/10/26/poem-couldnt-be-your-puppet/): By: Linda M Crate do you know what a relief it is to be free? probably not as you’ve always been a slave to your own desires and your lusts splintering into the skin of dreamers with your nightmares, but... - [Poem: no more than stepping stones](https://literaryyard.com/2017/10/26/poem-no-more-than-stepping-stones/): By: Linda M Crate majestic as a unicorn, and every bit as tempermental; i will gore anyone who tries to steal the magic of others because light must come from within you cannot ascertain it from shattering others, splintering them... - [Poem: lost moon song](https://literaryyard.com/2017/10/26/poem-lost-moon-song/): By: Linda M Crate they say those who cannot see magic will never find it perhaps that’s why i’m always lost in a crowded room there’s never anyone who can see me i slip past the crowd like a ghost... - [Story: Baseballer](https://literaryyard.com/2017/10/26/story-baseballer/): By: Sasheera Gounden “Hey batter, batter, batter,” screams Corey Apple. It’s the Red Socks’ ninth inning and I’m Ted Williams. God hands you sugar in the form of American baseball. The sport is tempting with the fans and hot cheerleaders... - [40 Days of Waiting](https://literaryyard.com/2017/10/24/40-days-of-waiting/): By: Mohana Gill It was a day like any other day, nothing special. She fed all the children breakfast; there were five to be fed and her husband. As with every breakfast, there was the usual chatter, arguments over who wanted... - [Definitions: The Proletariat](https://literaryyard.com/2017/10/24/definitions-the-proletariat/): By: Gaither Stewart “Suppose that some great disaster were to sweep ten million families out to sea and leave ‘em on a desert island to starve and rot. That would be … an act of God, maybe. But suppose a... - [Poem: A volcano](https://literaryyard.com/2017/10/24/poem-a-volcano/): By: Debasis Tripathy Vengeance she seeks. The agony of being dormant, The anxiety, the insult. A breath of fresh air is all she desires. The force from within, The disquietude, the suppression, Pregnant with a wild expectation, She disobeys, she... - [Poem: Pair of swans](https://literaryyard.com/2017/10/24/poem-pair-of-swans/): By: Debasis Tripathy Woven together in thread of life we are, Our nest built in a village of dreams afar. Familiar with each other before birth, We fly along, our feet unoften on Earth, Together we sail, along an undivided... - [Poem: Morry and the bear](https://literaryyard.com/2017/10/24/poem-morry-and-the-bear/): By: Milt Montague harken to this tale of a friend of a friend……. home from the terror of the war scarred from many wounds almost whole again facing life alone disgusted with civilization it’s wars and politics posturing and outright... - [Story: Out of Place](https://literaryyard.com/2017/10/24/story-out-of-place/): By: Adam Kluger It was a snowy Saturday and I was headed to King Carol Record store on the Upper East Side to check out what new albums were in. Zig-Zag Records was nearby so I could swing by there as... - [Poem: Your Body Is A Marching People](https://literaryyard.com/2017/10/24/poem-your-body-is-a-marching-people/): By: Mendes Biondo I dreamed of us and we were two and we were many we called each other with the name of a people I dreamed of our steps the sand in the eyes the drinking finished into water bottles... - [Story: Everything passes](https://literaryyard.com/2017/10/16/story-everything-passes/): By: Balu George If you look at social network profiles, People are happy and upbeat one day, Sad and downcast the next day. I guess that is how life is. Joy arises, grows and dies, To be replaced by sadness,... - [Poem: Justice for Kian](https://literaryyard.com/2017/10/12/poem-justice-for-kian/): By: April Mae M. Berza There is a love for the mother of metaphors but is there a metaphor for a mother’s love? Kian’s mom is an OFW who cried all day and mourned all night when the premature news about... - [Poem: Juke Joint](https://literaryyard.com/2017/10/12/poem-juke-joint/): By: Ryan Quinn Flanagan juke into the end zone juke the music out of boxes I find it hard to believe the government toppled over without a little help, usually from other governments, your frenemies are most helpful that way (I... - [Poem: A Man Who Longs to be a Thesaurus](https://literaryyard.com/2017/10/12/poem-a-man-who-longs-to-be-a-thesaurus/): By: Ryan Quinn Flanagan Your eyes are cove familiar binoculars of a particular leering dilated sentiments from broken mason jars the centuries between us a simple jump rope nobody can seem to master and you are not dead because my mind... - [Story: Double Jeopardy](https://literaryyard.com/2017/10/11/story-double-jeopardy/): By: Nick Gallup Nigger Lover. I hated the words, and so did Constance, but she dismissed the hate mail that called her that and ignored the accompanying threats. “My God, Ford, I’ve been getting those letters for years. If they... - [Poem: A Conversation I Heard](https://literaryyard.com/2017/10/10/poem-a-conversation-i-heard/): By: Andrew Openshaw We’re in a decadent spiral He claims. How dare you threaten all we’ve made With your lousy, languishing, Liberal ways. Look around you man, There’s no experience here. Granted there is a lot of Fear But entertainment... - [Poem: Notes Towards The Sickness](https://literaryyard.com/2017/10/10/poem-notes-towards-the-sickness/): By: Andrew Openshaw Beyond the realm of the insane Lies a place for those who Wait. A fated chasm, behind the Eyes, where burning fires radiate. It is there the wheel of thought Transcends, life’s objective view Stops and ends —... - [Poem: Led to Slaughter, Chicago Style](https://literaryyard.com/2017/10/10/poem-led-to-slaughter-chicago-style/): By: Keith Moul “Modern travel: convenient speed”: Railroad Promotion latter 19th century. Amid squeals cattle came along as well. Destined to the center of stink, ever rising, to be butchered, rendered down to hooves. Miasma grew inland from Lake Michigan, emitted... - [Poem: Darling Honey](https://literaryyard.com/2017/10/10/poem-darling-honey/): By: Keith Moul Across the bow blows a divine wind, the kamikaze. A battle at sea teaches us about God; and God burns His image in the minds of the living; God incinerates the dead, so often leaving boiling blood as... - [Dr. Najib: A Sketch of A Man and A Country](https://literaryyard.com/2017/10/09/dr-najib-a-sketch-of-a-man-and-a-country/): By Gaither Stewart (ROME) When in 1978 the 31-year old Afghan Communist politician-activist, Mohammad Najibullah, arrived in Tehran, “exiled” to neighboring Iran as Afghanistan’s Ambassador, I had just left Iran where I had worked throughout the year of 1977. Najibullah’s... - [Eagle’s Eye: Life and Works of Farrukh Ahmed: A Cristal Analysis about a humanitarian poet](https://literaryyard.com/2017/09/20/eagles-eye-life-and-works-of-farrukh-ahmed-a-cristal-analysis-about-a-humanitarian-poet/): By: Mohammad Jashim Uddin Farrukh Ahmad is one of the most powerful poets of Bangla literature, and known as the Muslim Renaissance poet. He is also considered a humanitarian poet in Bangla like Kazi Nazrul Islam, national poet of Bangladesh.... - [Poem: Word Whisperers](https://literaryyard.com/2017/09/20/poem-word-whisperers/): By: Mary Bone Word Whisperers throughout the day Shout words also at night Over intercoms and loud speakers. Voices come at me From many directions. Ventriloquists are on street corners Playing mind games with passersby As they look over their shoulders... - [Story: Trump's Bathroom](https://literaryyard.com/2017/09/15/story-trumps-bathroom/): By: Adam Kluger McLeary was a New York City legend.  He was from an era that was long ago. Hard-drinking newsman. He covered the celebrity beat. His favorite film was The Sweet Smell of Success with Burt Lancaster and Tony Curtis.... - [Story: The Turtle](https://literaryyard.com/2017/09/15/story-the-turtle/): By: Adam Kluger Jacob Shellstein was an ordinary New York Dermatologist who enjoyed collecting stamps, studying birds, reading Revolutionary war books and treating his patients. When his wife had just about enough of their normal existence without the luxurious perks her... - [Story: The Mentor](https://literaryyard.com/2017/09/15/story-the-mentor/): By: Adam Kluger Brickhead wasn’t the stupidest, he was just a little bit slower than the other guys, I guess. It was my job to bring him up to speed on how things ran at the office. Over drinks was the... - [Story: ENFP](https://literaryyard.com/2017/09/15/story-enfp/): By: Adam Kluger “He’s an ENFP.” “Really?” “That’s what the tests show.” “Very rare” “Especially for this line of work” “Obama, Bubba–both ENFPs” “yeah, doesn’t mean a thing- so was Mark Twain, Oscar Wilde and Huxley.” “So you don’t think the... - [REVIEW: BABYLON FALLING by Gaither Stewart](https://literaryyard.com/2017/09/15/review-babylon-falling-by-gaither-stewart/): By Patrice Greanville Gaither Stewart’s Babylon Falling is unusual in that the author has assembled a collection of twenty-four plus one essays, thought pieces and articles, which, taken together, form a step-by-step intellectual autobiography that reflects and relates the story... - [Poem: Performers](https://literaryyard.com/2017/09/14/poem-performers/): By: Neelam Singh There’s a dark side to everyone No one is a perfect picture The outside world just doesn’t see it all The inner being, a stranger, an imposter We believe what we see Mind games are played treacherously... - [Story: The Wreckers](https://literaryyard.com/2017/09/14/story-the-wreckers/): By: JP Miller Being a wrecker and living in the Exumas can be a tough, invisible life. You go up and down the broken chain of Bahamian coral, day after day, trying to beat the natives to the good spots,... - [Eight Science Fiction Haiku](https://literaryyard.com/2017/09/14/eight-science-fiction-haiku/): By: Denny E. Marshall as the end is near college & pro football fans gather in end zone in car accident look over at boss and scream face gone – wires exposed ufo shape house thought design a great idea until... - ['Babylon Falling' by Gaither Stewart is Essays for Our Times](https://literaryyard.com/2017/09/08/babylon-falling-by-gaither-stewart-is-essays-for-our-times/): By: JP Miller In Babylon Falling, the latest offering from Gaither Stewart—his collection of political, philosophical, and useful existential essays is a didactic hammer and a simultaneous plea for common justice in the modern world of Capitalist hegemony. Just how absurd... - [Story: The Art Game](https://literaryyard.com/2017/09/07/story-the-art-game/): By: Adam Kluger In his dreams, Bugowski was making love passionately to a mysterious pale skinned woman with black hair, orange eyes and soft pink lips. When he awoke on the tattered couch he felt a pleasant caress on his face... - [Story: The Captain](https://literaryyard.com/2017/09/07/story-the-captain/): By: Adam Kluger “Come on KIRK–get it up and down already or we are going to miss the time slot,” the agitated TV Executive yelled into the edit-room. “You are making it difficult for me to do my job correctly,” he... - [Story: Anika](https://literaryyard.com/2017/09/07/story-anika/): By: Adam Kluger   “That was some serious stage craft” “Anika is a serious person” “I dig her” “Everybody does–you two should do work together. Anika knows everybody Downtown. “Yeah, I bet.” “Anika’s a firestorm.” “She’s like Brigid on rocket fuel.”... - [Story: Each other….](https://literaryyard.com/2017/09/07/story-each-other/): By emon nc Mr. and Mrs. Hitesh Kataria were definitely not made for each other. This was a rude and an insensitive statement to be made against any couple. But the man seated across the table, who made this remark,... - [Poem: We should surrender to His will](https://literaryyard.com/2017/09/04/poem-we-should-surrender-to-his-will/): By: Zunayet Ahammed Nothing moves and sings Nothing goes on Nothing’s shilly-shallying Without His sanction. The bright morning can’t come The night can’t approach A flower can’t come into bud A bird can’t soar into the sky The plane can’t... - [Poem: Tuff Gurl](https://literaryyard.com/2017/09/04/poem-tuff-gurl/): By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick Eight months plus six more, fourteen months of forever Once again, will her legs do their job Imagining herself standing, visualizing the first steps…slowly, one foot after the other No fairy dust or magic wand Only... - [Poem: Decision](https://literaryyard.com/2017/09/04/poem-decision/): By: Neelam Singh The wounded soul, dies each day The internal being withers away Being strong is part of survival routine But courage inside is failing me stigma and pain sting my frost-bitten soul binding my step to move forward... - [Story: New Finding](https://literaryyard.com/2017/09/04/story-new-finding/): By: Ramprasath Rengasamy If it was not that costly, the people of Ohio could have been given each a powerful camera, which on that particular day could have helped them capture that bright thing that drifted across the blue sky... - [Story: 6 out of 6](https://literaryyard.com/2017/09/04/story-6-out-of-6/): By Ramprasath Rengasamy When it is time to prove myself before a bevy of cruel men who involve in all sorts of crimes and trafficking that are known to this world, I don’t go to my bedroom, gently close the... - [The Voice Of Rivers](https://literaryyard.com/2017/08/29/the-voice-of-rivers/): By: Raymond Greiner Rivers quench the thirst of terrestrial life dating to early historic times. These rivers represent calendars through geological tracks in an affirmation of their bond with our planet’s evolutionary journey. Earth’s lonely orbit of a small Sun... - [Poem: Ink And Quill](https://literaryyard.com/2017/08/29/poem-ink-and-quill/): By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick Words too dark in shadows of light Words with meaning, words screaming Quiet words, almost whispering Gently ink touches the parchment Light of a candle, ink and quill Writing throughout the night Thoughts flowing No time... - [Story: Pay](https://literaryyard.com/2017/08/28/story-pay/): By Ramprasath Rengasamy If it was not Yves Rossy in 2006, to fly in the sky using a jet pack on his back; It would have been Adam Thorp, a 55 years old, 6 foot tall and weighing 70 kilogram... - [Poem: we need dreams](https://literaryyard.com/2017/08/27/poem-we-need-dreams/): By: Linda M Crate the menacing beak of krakens is what i wish for them a monster they cannot run from, a god unforgiving and cruel as they are; sating his hunger with their bodies and their blood so we... - [Poem: All these worries, all these concerns](https://literaryyard.com/2017/08/27/poem-all-these-worries-all-these-concerns/): By: Linda M Crate everything is crumbling so sick of life and death being treated as a game i don’t want to sit on the sidelines as everyone and everything i love fades and dies away they need to stop... - [Poem: no threat of death](https://literaryyard.com/2017/08/27/poem-no-threat-of-death/): By: Linda M Crate i am sick of living in constant fear of everyone threatening the end of the world i want to live not simply exist, and i want to achieve my dreams just because they’ve given up on... - [The Character of Russian Communism](https://literaryyard.com/2017/08/24/the-character-of-russian-communism/): By: Gaither Stewart A civilization reveals itself as fruitful by its ability to incite others to imitate it: when it no longer dazzles them, it is reduced to a mere collection of odds and ends and vestiges of former worldly... - [Poem: The happiness of others](https://literaryyard.com/2017/08/24/poem-the-happiness-of-others/): By: Balu George It is nearing Christmas, And the café is decked, With light and balloons. A Christmas tree stands at a corner, And the stray which considers the café its home, Lies under the tree. A bunch of college... - [Mahadev Saha's Poem: Forest’s Mystery](https://literaryyard.com/2017/08/22/mahadev-sahas-poem-forests-mystery/): By: Mahadev Saha Translated By: Zunayet Ahammed I’ve left my handkerchief in a distant forest to wipe tree’s grief. Can you remember me, foolish deer? Crazy girl, is there anybody that ever gets wet in this foreign land? You had... - [Mahadev Saha Poem: No Bus Takes Me Up](https://literaryyard.com/2017/08/22/mahadev-saha-poem-no-bus-takes-me-up/): By: Mahadev Saha Translated By: Zunayet Ahammed I’ve been walking all my life I’m busy running all the time With the busy job of her family She’s given me a concept of work in my spirit She’s taught me love,... - ['Rambunctious' and other poems by Lauren White](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/15/rambunctious-and-other-poems-by-lauren-white/): By: Lauren White Rambunctious I’m feeling rambunctious Yearning for reprieve from this restive existence In a transient state I watch my muscles twitch, twiddle, troll the air Looking for something to grasp So that I don’t have to remember Reimburse... - [Autumnal Ghosts](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/14/autumnal-ghosts/): By: Vladimir Motchoulski  Edgar slowed his pace as the burial oak crawled into his field of vision from beyond the trail’s end. His son Nathan scurried at his side, riding on a meek ripple of strength that would soon fade away.... - [Congratulations on Your Graduation](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/14/congratulations-on-your-graduation/): By: Valerie Kinsey Her parents are professors at Brooklyn Law. I forget their names: Shel and Sarah or Saul and Sally. We haven’t said more than five words to each other, but I’ve watched their girl, Juliet, grow from a... - [Vanilla Bob in Duluth](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/13/vanilla-bob-in-duluth/): By: Robert E. Remillard   Introduction I’ll introduce myself, (cuz no one else will). I’m the person everyone almost remembers. I lack drama and charisma. I am, seemingly not very memorable, hence the nom de plume, Vanilla Bob. I write somewhat... - [Bullet for the blessed](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/13/bullet-for-the-blessed/): By Eric Burbridge All hell broke loose and a bullet ricocheted off the side of the corner building and hit Milton’s leg. It stung, but that didn’t slow his power scooter. At his age he could kick himself for going... - [Modern Relationshit](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/11/modern-relationshit/): By: Mona Mustafa  You don’t want commitment I am not a prepaid affair Lets try this out first you say There is a no refund on me Lets get some things straight If you’re a cheating player I won’t be your... - [Waiting](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/11/waiting/): By: Keith Manos The window was open just enough to let in the cool night air. The crisp rush of air held Kevin there by the glass, cooling his warm skin and enabling him to study his shadowy reflection. He wondered... - [CleanMax Solar donates solar plant to Komaravolu Gram Panchayath](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/10/cleanmax-solar-donates-solar-plant-to-komaravolu-gram-panchayath/): CleanMax Solar has donated a solar plant of 20 kWp to the Gram Panchayath of Komaravolu village in Andhra Pradesh. The plant was inaugurated on 10th October, 2018 by Mrs. Nara Bhuvaneswari, wife of Chief Minister of Andhra Pradesh, N... - ['The Fate of Our Forest Home' and other poems by JD DeHart](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/10/the-fate-of-our-forest-home-and-other-poems-by-jd-dehart/): By: JD DeHart The Fate of Our Forest Home No more battery to combat the incessant growth of nature, encroaching on the old home. At one time, little bare feet would have patted out the upstart grass shoots, dun earth... - ['Beautiful Funeral' and other poems by Gavin Mndawe](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/10/beautiful-funeral-and-other-poems-by-gavin-mndawe/): By: Gavin Mndawe 1. Beautiful Funeral Atoms roam round a tomb stone It takes more than a fool to know That funerals are for fools alone It is said that he’s dead What an illusion though I don’t consider it the... - [Dùn Èideann](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/10/dun-eideann/): By: Christian Bot Paper. Pen – or pencil, depending on what my tastes of the day dictate. A desk – amiably provided in the hotel room, middlebrow as it is. Now all that remains to be supplied is imagination –... - [Another Ethel](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/10/another-ethel/): By: Christian Bot If there is anything meaningful to gain in the obsessive fandom of an English costume drama, it is surely to be found in the scenes of Highclere Manor, and in particular, in the personage of Ethel Spenser. It... - [Reading Armistead Maupin as a Teenager in Rural Virginia](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/09/reading-armistead-maupin-as-a-teenager-in-rural-virginia/): By: Jessica McCaughey BJ’s Books was the kind of dusty, well-stocked used bookstore you’d expect to find on a quaint city street, urban but with a clean sidewalk and trees. Perhaps the shop would sit just down a half-flight of steps,... - [On the beach](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/09/on-the-beach/): By: Alan Berger “I’m going to kill myself”, Rob said to himself. Rob stood by the subway tracks, waiting for the next train to send him to paradise, or Hell, or wherever the Hell you go when you do something... - [I love you despite everyone nose!](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/09/i-love-you-despite-everyone-nose/): By Amirah Al Wassif I love you despite everyone nose! despite the traffic jam despite the audience blame and the chatter of my toes I love you and I mean what I say a confession of love does not accept... - [Far as the sky](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/09/far-as-the-sky/): By Amirah Al Wassif far as the sky close as a wish we all those sailors who never caught their fish far as the sky close as a wish we think of the only question though our poor or our... - [Last impressions of the night](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/08/last-impressions-of-the-night/): By: Christian My mind is aimless like a wandering arrow hurtled from an inexpert bow Or like an open fuse with no outlet to fulfill it, Hissing sparks indignantly against whatever stands ahead. My brain, despair besieging it, writhes in agony,... - [Why the Revolution of Modern Life is Intelligent, Moral and Beautiful](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/08/why-the-revolution-of-modern-life-is-intelligent-moral-and-beautiful/): By: Thomas Dexter Kerr It is an exciting and hopeful time to be alive. A revolution is sweeping the earth, increasing intelligence by allowing, enabling, inspiring ever more people to make more decisions in their lives. Modern systems that allow people... - [BANTER: Rewriting fairy tales for the digital dating era](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/08/banter-rewriting-fairy-tales-for-the-digital-dating-era/): Banter, a dating application aims to revolutionize the psychique of online dating and bring forth the culture of actual experiences with authentic users into existence. By the name Banter, the app implies the fun and frolic engagements and interactions between... - [Concerning page 1,119 of the Norton Anthology of Modern Poetry (1973)](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/05/concerning-page-1119-of-the-norton-anthology-of-modern-poetry-1973/): By:  James Aitchison “The sanctity of the first uncorrected draft.” This, Jack Kerouac taught Allen Ginsberg. Well: weren’t they both daft? Not for Jack the careful fix, No, he wouldn’t need it; No moving finger canc’ling half a line; He’d... - [Carla, Swept Away](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/05/carla-swept-away/): By: Casey Robb September 1961 The storm is blowing in all black and swirly. I am dancing in the street, twirling, like the clouds. Carla has arrived. Her wind lashes my back, my yellow slicker flapping like a feral thing.... - [Dial Zero for the Desk Clerk](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/05/dial-zero-for-the-desk-clerk/): By: Paul Beckman 1 The noise in the closet keeps me awake. It’s not a noise I recognize so I call the desk clerk. He comes up to my room in quick time. He knocks; I open the door as wide... - [After All These Years](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/05/after-all-these-years/): By: Paul Beckman I almost passed my father on the subway (#6) this afternoon. I was moving—making room for the influx when the line stopped with me looking down at him. He was wearing a Yankees hat, a parka and... - [The Chinese Food Factory](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/04/the-chinese-food-factory/): By Art Gatti Shortly after arriving on Bank Street in Manhattan’s all-but-deserted West Village, I took on the family of a hippie earth mother from Princeton and we squoze into my tiny apartment and tried not to step on each... - [Black Ribbons](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/04/black-ribbons/): By: Paul Beckman Sarah safety-pinned on her dress a piece of cloth from her mother’s apron, a corner off her father’s tallit, and a piece from her brother’s baseball uniform. Then, leaving the hotel, she took a cab to the synagogue.... - [Unquenchable thirst for you](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/04/unquenchable-thirst-for-you/): By: Milton P. Ehrlich  Ever since we parted, my throat is parched for your chocolate-covered cherry eyes that see what no one else can see—your mouth, the taste of a sea of mahogany mousse, and your belly button a bright red... - [Teenage Love](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/04/teenage-love/): By: Austin J. Dalton This won’t be the last time. As is probably common, their romance begins as a friendship. The relationship is born in November and it will die in the coming September. Heretofore, J is acquainted with K –... - [The Bear](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/04/the-bear/): By: Brooksie C. Fontaine I woke up to find a bear in my bedroom. It took me a second to realize what I was looking at. The thing was an undulating mountain of coffee-colored fur, producing loud, eerily human snuffling... - ['Betrayal' and other poems by Ellie Kelazil](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/04/betrayal-and-other-poems-by-ellie-kelazil/): By: Ellie Kelazil Betrayal I don’t remember who I am when my closest friends tell me they would leave me (because blood is thicker than water) and I find all my accusing fingers falling short of their target and pointed... - ['Third Law' and other poems by RC deWinter](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/03/third-law-and-other-poems-by-rc-dewinter/): By: RC deWinter third law in our brash independence we walk through the world draped in the cloak of free will believing in our ability to order our lives if only we make the right choices do the right things... - [Yes, Massa](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/03/yes-massa/): By: William B. Turner “Junior!” he bellowed. “Where did that boy get to now?” Willard wondered to himself. He was an irascible, but not unusually cruel for the times, man who was proud of what he had achieved, growing the... - ['White forest' and other poems by Stephanie V Sears](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/03/white-forest-and-other-poems-by-stephanie-v-sears/): By: Stephanie V Sears Vashlovani Of all places I am here at my place at the heart of every possibility. Space glides under the clear skin of sky, invincible transparency to well above the mesosphere, vertigo of simplicity. One glance... - [The Realm Between Waking and Dreams](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/03/the-realm-between-waking-and-dreams/): By: Oliver Fox That night at the diner, Maya danced behind the counter. The Staples Singers’ “If You’re Ready (Come Go With Me)” wafted from the jukebox, and the hash browns fizzled and popped on the griddle. From time to time... - [Background Checks](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/03/background-checks/): By: Alan Berger Terrence McNeil could not catch a break in his whole life, so he thought, except for the break his balls, break his back, and ass, and heart kind of breaks. The last was first and will always... - ['Tracks' and other poems by Phillip Border](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/03/tracks-and-other-poems-by-phillip-border/): By: Phillip Border Tracks Late in my adolescence I once busted a beer bottle over some skin head’s scalp before his pals grappled me to the ground and steel-toed my face raw into the pool of his hot blood. That’s... - ['Dead' and other poems by Marc Carver](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/03/dead-and-other-poems-by-marc-carver/): By: Marc Carver DEAD I wake up to the disappointment that I am still alive anything could have happened to me during my drunken sleep aliens could have abducted me bandits could have slit my throat in the wee hours... - [Poems: 'Vanished in a Vampire World' n 'The Covets of the Seasons'](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/03/poems-vanished-in-a-vampire-world-n-the-covets-of-the-seasons/): By: Divya John Vanished in a Vampire World In the wilderness of the creepy jungle I trotted, upset, terrified and confused It was more of a struggle from within To encounter a challenging Vampire. Bestowed with superhuman powers He can... - ['Absence' and other poems by Srinivas S Kumar](https://literaryyard.com/2018/09/27/absence-and-other-poems-by-srinivas-s-kumar/): By: Srinivas S. Kumar Absence From love remembered, since unmade; Of night that is the death of day; Through sleep forgotten in a dream; Past leaves which long again for trees; To waves that stay in castles crashed; And skies that... - [The beer game notched up in Bengaluru with the launch of Cavalier Brewery](https://literaryyard.com/2018/09/20/the-beer-game-notched-up-in-bengaluru-with-the-launch-of-cavalier-brewery/): Chancery Pavilion, a hospitality chain in Bengaluru, launched an unparalleled Australian craft brewery by Cavalier as a part of its gastronomic destination at ‘Alchemy’. Cavalier’s foray into the country with The Chancery Group is set to entice the beer lovers... - [Give me your teeth](https://literaryyard.com/2018/09/20/give-me-your-teeth/): By: Amirah Al- Wassif  Once upon a time, in a very far land which called Orshalim, there were three innocent boys sitting at the center of the immense fig tree. The three cheerful boys were Ali, Peter and Abraham, were playing... - [Apoptosis](https://literaryyard.com/2018/09/19/apoptosis/): By: Ergene Kim mum said be a good girl she said, Listen to your brother let him embrace the whole of you and keep you away from all those ugly things, don’t you? want to be away from the world? and... - [The Fog](https://literaryyard.com/2018/09/19/the-fog/): By Peter Ninnes   “Do you think you’re the same person you were seven years ago, when you first moved to Helsinki?” The train pulled out of Tampere station on the way back to the capital. Hiroki’s eyes flitted over... - [Missing person](https://literaryyard.com/2018/09/19/missing-person/): By: Alan Berger    He didn’t want to go to the police but he did anyway. “Hey, look who’s here”? The cop at the front desk said to the other cop at the front desk. “Let’s let Irene take his... - [MVJ College of Engineering organises Drug Awareness Programme to channelize young minds](https://literaryyard.com/2018/09/18/mvj-college-of-engineering-organises-drug-awareness-programme-to-channelize-young-minds/): In an effort to prevent the abundant drug abuse cases among students MVJ College had organized a Drug Awareness Programme at their campus. MVJCE initiates Drug Awareness Programme to create an impression in the minds of the students that they... - ['Master of the Wild Hunt' and other poems by Steven Goff](https://literaryyard.com/2018/09/18/master-of-the-wild-hunt-and-other-poems-by-steven-goff/): By: Steven Goff Master of the Wild Hunt A wolf pack’s worth of fingers glint their fangs along pristine fur, trappings of the trapper’s hand traverse perfect skin. An animal’s prized symmetry has been ensnared at the apex of his... - [Parivartan School for differently-abled organizes a workshop on Understanding meltdowns and Behaviour Management Approaches](https://literaryyard.com/2018/09/18/parivartan-school-for-differently-abled-organizes-a-workshop-on-understanding-meltdowns-and-behaviour-management-approaches/): Parivartan School for differently abled (Vasant Kunj, Delhi) organized a workshop on “Understanding meltdowns and Behaviour Management Approaches” for parents and professional working with special children. The chief guest of the event was Dr Smita Jayavant Member Secretary RCI as... - [One Cup at a Time](https://literaryyard.com/2018/09/18/one-cup-at-a-time/): By: Robt. Emmett “We’re excited about Amazon Prime Air. We have developed a delivery system that will safely deliver packages to your customers in thirty minutes or less using unmanned aerial vehicles. Our APA drones will….” “Ya know, listening to... - [A pot of gold](https://literaryyard.com/2018/09/18/a-pot-of-gold/): By: Pat Doran At the end of every rainbow there is a pot of gold. When I was a child that was the story I was told. A childs wide eyes cannot hide surprise. After every rain shower I would... - [Costa](https://literaryyard.com/2018/09/15/costa/): By: Amirah Al- Wassif    Everyone has heard of Costa’s miracles in our grey village; the boy who had a wooden toy and a cheerful wren bird. His giant miracles were in his spoken wooden toy which could create a lot... - [Just A Taco Stain On The Anonymous Writer](https://literaryyard.com/2018/09/11/just-a-taco-stain-on-the-anonymous-writer/): By: Richard Tattoni I finally got my own computer. Now I would be a writer. No need for a job. Hours turned to days, then weeks, then months, then years until the story was finished. I was the unpublished writer. How... - [The sugarcane fields](https://literaryyard.com/2018/09/10/the-sugarcane-fields/): By: Debadatta Pati The story goes that when Puneet Singh abandoned his newborn daughter wrapped in a pink, no-frills hospital blanket in midst of a sugarcane field near Ambala village in North India, she survived for 4 days without any water... - [Ghost](https://literaryyard.com/2018/09/10/ghost/): By: Debadatta Pati When my 11-year-old little brother started walking funny, dressed up like a girl, and spoke about grown-up stuff, no one had any qualms about him being possessed and, that’s when my family decided to call a tantric from... - [I know you](https://literaryyard.com/2018/09/10/i-know-you/): By: Alan Berger Ann Maxwell was born with exceptional beauty inside and out and yet she never gave a conceited thought regarding either one. She figured everyone was born like that. As a young girl she just wanted not a... - ['Blast in Silence' and other poems by Neil Ellman](https://literaryyard.com/2018/09/08/blast-in-silence-and-other-poems-by-neil-ellman/): By: Neil Ellman Blast in Silence (after the painting by Rameshwar Broota) In this silent universe there are blasts concussions and resolutions we are not allowed to hear among the chaos of colliding stars and planets galactic winds through empty space... - [Pair of Doors](https://literaryyard.com/2018/09/06/pair-of-doors/): By Norbert Kovacs Trisha Tidwell offered to make her husband Joe his favorite lunch, scrambled eggs with onions, so they might sit at the kitchen table and have a conversation. The two had spoken less and less since Joe worked... - [Hubris](https://literaryyard.com/2018/09/06/hubris/): By: Ian Fletcher No ordinary English professor he sprinkled his conversation and copious literary criticism with trendy scientific terms as if to imply he could grasp the mysteries of the cosmos as easily as those of poetry. He talked of the... - ['Shadow Person' and other poems by Ben Wright](https://literaryyard.com/2018/09/06/shadow-person-and-other-poems-by-ben-wright/): By: Ben Wright Shadow Person I’m still not sure of my favorite season, nor if I’m a morning person or an evening person, but I do love dawn and dusk – those times when the sun is hiding behind the... - [Put on the red dress](https://literaryyard.com/2018/09/04/put-on-the-red-dress/): By: Alan Berger I made a promise to myself that the only voice I was going to listen to would be my own. Except, my wife’s. I like that voice of hers. Right now, she is most likely having lunch... - [Confirm or Conform?](https://literaryyard.com/2018/09/04/confirm-or-conform/): By: Indu Pandey Confirm or Conform, both the terms revolve around the social norms that govern individual’s behaviour/ belief system. If we look at our social practices, these are rigid and deeply rooted somewhere in our customs and traditions. In a... - [On the serious business of comedy](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/30/on-the-serious-business-of-comedy/): By: Srinivas S The business of comedy might be to make people laugh and perhaps, even, to laugh. It is a rather serious business, however, because creating comedy, and effective variants of that, is not everyone’s cup of tea. If... - ['Love' and other poems by Jimmy Sharma](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/27/love-and-other-poems-by-jimmy-sharma/): By: Jimmy Sharma Love Love is not wanted or needed It is the exuberance like the way tiny rain Droplets create a stir in your soul The vibration is not planned It resonates then and there Then it stays forever You... - [When Russell Brand admits to be an 'addict', help is just around the corner](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/27/when-russell-brand-says-i-am-an-addict-help-is-just-around-the-corner/): By: Dr. Scott F. Terry and David Shapiro Comedian Russell Brand explains: “The reason I became a drug addict is that all throughout my life I felt this sense of irritation, agitation, this emptiness…  I found every progressive drug: cannabis, LSD, crack,... - ['Ending Roads' and other poems by Dan A. Cardoza](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/26/ending-roads-and-other-poems-by-dan-a-cardoza/): By: Dan A. Cardoza Ending Roads We cross the Sierras at dawn; first Reno, then further East, just as the sun cuts open the belly of the sky––it bleeds rouge, right down to the highway, now gathering its shinny black ribbon... - [Stone Girl](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/26/stone-girl/): By: Francine Witte I pass Stone Girl on my way home from Harry’s. She is static and gray in all this lushi-ness. If Stone Girl could see, she would have to admit that she is the statue, even though it’s true... - [Setting the Table](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/26/setting-the-table/): By: Francine Witte I tell mother I am tired of it. Our family shrinks and shrinks, but still I set for five. It’s only me and Mother now. Daddy gone. Brother and sister, too. And me? I’m not for long. The... - [An unfortunate experiment](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/24/an-unfortunate-experiment/): By: Emanuel Andrei Cosutchi 2017 A.D.    System Undaaman owned by an alien species, 940 light years away from Earth There were only two employees at the reception of the hotel at that late hour, male and female aliens, who... - [Why English is So Hard to Learn](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/24/why-english-is-so-hard-to-learn/): By: Nicholas X. Bush There’s nothing magical about it, nor is it a structural issue—plenty of languages gallop from subject to verb in neat, Germanic fashion. It’s the idiosyncrasies and idioms, causing confusion to run rampant through dictionaries, thesauruses, and emoticons... - [An English major’s guide to attending baseball games](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/24/an-english-majors-guide-to-attending-baseball-games/): By: Nicholas X. Bush The plan is to recognize the setting, the earlier, the better. Early autumn’s crisp air is a foil to the willing suspension of objectivity. And midsummer brings nightmarish heat. May is the kindest month, followed closely by... - ['Harbour' and other poems by Margarita Serafimova](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/23/harbour-and-other-poems-by-margarita-serafimova/): By: Margarita Serafimova Harbour I am entering, the waters are sparkling. Ζεύς (Zeus) I resolved to bear my loss of you as a swan bears upon the curves of her neck the atmosphere. The River took me away from you, and... - [Painting on Waves](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/23/painting-on-waves/): By Nolan Janssens The peril that makes many hearts stop is what feeds the drive of others. For these people, the inevitability of death is all they want to control. Tommy Faa was one of these people. Tommy Faa knew... - [The Dreamer](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/23/the-dreamer/): By: Rimli Bhattacharya She loved to dream an outlier she was Ink ran through her veins. She believed in love as love gave her locution to fill the void with string of words. Yes she was a dreamer – She had... - [Memoriam in A-Flat Minor](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/23/memoriam-in-a-flat-minor/): By: Douglas Cole News came—Bruce had died.  It was not shocking news.  He had battled Big Death in his bones for the last three years, come out victorious in that fragile way a war survivor emerges with radiant clarity and... - ['Pine nuts at lunchtime' and other poems by Denise O’Hagan](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/22/pine-nuts-at-lunchtime-and-other-poems-by-denise-ohagan/): By: Denise O’Hagan Pine nuts at lunchtime It was in the way of things That a casual sighting in a supermarket trolley In front of me of a packet of nuts And I was a girl again Delighting in that... - [Valley So Low](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/22/valley-so-low/): By: John Smistad “Settle down, big guy!” The four-legged ball of enthusiasm had made at least a half-dozen attempts to leap onto his owner’s chest now. And the guy was standing. The guy has a name. William Kuntz. “Billy” for short.... - [Return of the Martian Rebels](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/22/return-of-the-martian-rebels/): By: Gerri Zimmerman Mars—2175 A.D. Abrasive Martian winds slam into the ancient Martian statue situated on top of the Face on Mars. Neither wind nor heat can damage this statue created by the Martians a long time ago. The statue,... - [The Entrepreneurial Gertrude Stein](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/22/the-entrepreneurial-gertrude-stein/): By: Janis Butler Holm Karen Leick’s Gertrude Stain and the Making of an American Celebrity (Routledge, 2009) refutes the persistent notion that Stein, as a high-modernist aesthete, labored in relative obscurity, unknown to the American public, before the wildly successful publication... - [Story: Fallen Times](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/21/story-fallen-times/): By: Will Jones Great smelling food made my mouth water. I kept my eyes closed for a little longer. The spices reminded me of holidays I had been on. The smell of the meat took me to barbecues we had had... - ['The Rippling Wind' and other poems by George Zamalea](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/21/the-rippling-wind-and-other-poems-by-george-zamalea/): By George Zamalea THE RIPPLING WIND It well may be part from the tall-grass county Disappearing into the Corn Belt, The furious echoes were still hearing Through the rippling winds! Sea of Corn and laughs I must say, Where the feeding... - [Story: Holly Tree](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/21/story-holly-tree/): By: Niles Reddick After two cups of coffee, I went outside, opened the garage, plugged in my electric saw, and lugged the ladder to the Holly tree next to the house. In the three years we’d lived there, the tree... - [Summer Walk](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/20/summer-walk/): By: Michael Mogel Summer time walks, any time of day. Summer weather rain, a place to stop and linger. A place with metal roof, the rhythm section’s tight. They’ve played this tune before. Now that we are here don’t let... - [Girl with a cane in winter](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/20/girl-with-a-cane-in-winter/): By Michael Mogel Tire tracks fade in winters freeze A drunken winter – a spring time tease Brown pine needles slip from boughs Mittens drop to the wooden floor Wandering at night alone Watched from a winter window Like children... - [Clarence and Sonia](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/20/clarence-and-sonia/): By Thomas M. McDade The Dodge’s radio didn’t work but enough sightseeing on Route 1. Elsa’s Lodge looked like it should be in the Alps. The Holiday Inn close by struck me as classy. Maybe a Boston, or visiting player,... - [Poem: Gold Heaven](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/20/poem-gold-heaven/): By Chinese Poet Hongri Yuan Translated by Yuanbing zhang Ⅰ The golden sidestep of the days,ah! arranged golden ladders years. A mirror let me saw countless smiles of time. The long corridors of gold leading to countless crystal space-times. On... - [Poem: the city](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/16/poem-the-city/): By: Grant Guy the city i the city the steam of the city runs through my finger & fills the breath i inhale in carnal partnership of concrete & blood of the noise & clamor embraces like a lover can... - [Poem: Mister](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/15/poem-mister/): By Giles Selig Sad news just came from my poor sister About the beau she knew as Mister. He had a mansion on the boulevard, A maid and a Mercedes. He worked hard. A ton of money in the bank.... - [No Man’s River](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/14/no-mans-river/): By: Josephine Greenland Are they really going to swim here? Ellen thought as the Syrians strode into Torne River. She assumed they were Syrians by their black hair and beards, and the rapid Arabic they were speaking. They had to be... - [Poems: 'Critique of Critical Criticism' n 'Rhetoric and Prosody'](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/14/poems-critique-of-critical-criticism-n-rhetoric-and-prosody/): By: Mark A. Murphy Critique of Critical Criticism Should we turn a blind eye to those acolytes of critical criticism, or note with all due attention, the ‘inability to resolve the tension between the lyrical and erotic’ in a given... - [Dr. Suzie! and the Magic Orange Juice](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/14/dr-suzie-and-the-magic-orange-juice/): By A.R. Hansen I had to lie at first and tell the producers I was about to turn 12 because they said 11 was too young to go on a national talk show with such a messed-up family. Except they... - [Story: A show of hands](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/13/story-a-show-of-hands/): By: Wendy Lee Klenetsky             Even if all they had been after was great ratings during “sweeps week” on television, the “JERRY MARKS SHOW” couldn’t possibly have concocted such a program.  After all, no one in their right mind would... - [Story: The Better Place](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/13/story-the-better-place/): By: Lucille Bellucci Once upon a time…. My wanderings over a distant time begin with that phrase, a cipher that unlocks a landscape biding in the storehouse behind my eyes. It is almost always the same picture that unreels over what... - [Story: The Hand Waxed Short](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/13/story-the-hand-waxed-short/): By: Hillard Morley The face grew red and bulging and awful.  Jeremy watched the hands instead, lifted as though taking an oath, the palms exposed, signalling an explosion.  He distanced himself, imagined the scene in a cartoon panel, spikes of red... - [Story: Life Begins Anew](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/12/poem-life-begins-anew/): By: Alan Swyer Four days after their mother’s funeral, Richie Kalt and his sister Bonnie strong-armed their father into joining them for dinner at his favorite neighborhood Italian place. There were a few awkward attempts at chit-chat while the three of... - [Story: The Imagination Fidelity Agent](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/12/story-the-imagination-fidelity-agent/): By: M.A. Lang Brainard Freeson slowly and methodically put away his tools. He glanced over at the small girl who sat on her bed, quietly sobbing. He snapped the case shut and left the room. The young girl’s mother sat... - ['Stray Bullet' and other poems by Doug Van Hooser](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/11/stray-bullet-and-other-poems-by-doug-van-hooser/): By: Doug Van Hooser Stray Bullet In Chicago stray is not a dog with sad eyes It’s not a bar ribbed cat meowing at your door It’s a piece of harm that tears flesh and splatters lives A Chicago omelet of... - [The Suicide Club: A Voice in the Wilderness](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/10/the-suicide-club-a-voice-in-the-wilderness/): By: Gary Van Haas I couldn’t believe they said it. They were actually talking about suicide and the best way to do it as though it was a casual everyday matter. They even went into detail of how to go about... - [Story: Collision](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/10/story-collision/): By: Gary Van Haas Strange eerie rumblings began underground at CERN laboratory near Geneva on the Franco-Swiss border. The gargantuan particle accelerator whined ominously in a low grinding pitch. The device was used for boosting particle beams, turning them into high energy... - ['Aberration' and other poems by Megha Sood](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/10/aberration-and-other-poems-by-megha-sood/): By: Megha Sood 1. Aberration I’m an aberration, An anomaly, A certain twist in the tale How do you feel when you masks peel off in layers? and every time you shred your pain and misery You see more layers... - [Story: Piensa En Mi](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/09/story-piensa-en-mi/): By: Jean Lagacé Gulfport, Mississippi. 1990 Lyn (short for Pralina) was not herself that morning. She had forgotten to bring him jam with his toast and never came back to refill his cup with fresh coffee after he had finished his breakfast.... - ['Idols of Stone' and other poems by James G. Piatt](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/09/idols-of-stone-and-other-poems-by-james-g-piatt/): By: James G. Piatt Idols of Stone Idols of stone, the remains of the ancient times of dinosaurs, pharaoh’s, pagan priests, kings, and tyrants, rest on tiny pebbles in a soft forest grove. They are silent during the day but speak... - ['December’s Child' and other poems by John Maxwell O’Brien](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/09/decembers-child-and-other-poems-by-john-maxwell-obrien/): By: John Maxwell O’Brien Down by the Echo Lake (A Villanelle) Down by the echo lake in spectral dreams tin souls prepare their wake Green hands ring round the rake A lime of veils down by the echo lake Watered... - [Poem: Election Blues](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/13/poem-election-blues/): By: Edward Ahern There’s something about power That draws the worst of men, and puts their aberrations on magnified display. There’s something about supporters who vote for a defective yet claim to own what’s right, and cope in the surreal.... - [Poem: Good Afternoon Death](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/13/poem-good-afternoon-death/): By: Edward Ahern I cannot force myself to fear a pleasant, sunny day, and yet that’s when most people kill people. Road rage, gang fights, bank robbery Car wrecks, drug deals, spousal slayings Suicides and matricides and random death. I... - [The Gringo Wall](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/12/the-gringo-wall/): By Gaither Stewart Some years ago an amusing satirical article in the Buenos Aires leftwing daily, Pagina 12, made me want to cry. In five thousand words the Argentinean journalist José Pablo Feinmann, ridiculed, among other things, the whole concept... - [Story: The way he makes me feel](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/12/story-the-way-he-makes-me-feel/): By Maria Agostina Biritos Blue. My world is filled with blue. His eyes. His All-American fairy-fucking-tale prince-charming blue eyes. And he is all mine. He is blond. Dirty glossy honey blond with sunny highlights. And he is all mine. Dreamy... - [Poem: Mount Sinai](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/12/poem-mount-sinai/): By: Milt Montague eyes closed completely relaxed comfortably ensconced in recliner, feet raised air conditioning hummms ready for my next adventure floating up and away a thrill runs down my spine embarking upon a new experience I enter a vortex... - [Poem: long long ago](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/12/poem-long-long-ago/): By: Milt Montague long long ago before men learned how to destroy our only source of life by their own stupidity…. lived two great empires the Egyptians and the Hittites of biblical fame more or less peacefully for many generations... - [Story: The Last Children](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/12/story-the-last-children/): By: TM Blayte Seeing as it is the first day of school, I’m expecting anything, or almost anything; except for my girlfriend to tell me we’ve committed the unforgivable crime. I am walking out of the last class of the day,... - [Story: Demonology](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/12/story-demonology/): By: Daniel Olivieri Back then, we were disappointed with the lack of monsters under our beds, with the murderers not lying in wait for us, with the severed limbs not buried in our backyard. We liked the idea of demons... - [Poem: not knowing](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/10/poem-not-knowing/): By: Tom Roth i reached over my head skimmed the counter with my hands thinking opened palms were up there waiting for me above the edge but a crockpot crashed on my head i cried not in pain but in fear... - [Poem: Running Past Brown Cows](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/10/poem-running-past-brown-cows/): By: Tom Roth I click my mouth and clap my hands over the cold barbed wire fence and they look at me like I am the Holocaust. They have conversations with their big black eyes, asking if I am aware of... - [Story: Let us expose a fraud….](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/09/story-let-us-expose-a-fraud/): By: Janhealth Thomas was peering at the two boys outside the window of this office. They were fiddling with their yachts beside the pond into which the sun was shedding its light Bgently. Thomas wished the sunlight also fell into his... - [Poem: The power of Now](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/09/poem-the-power-of-now/): By: Mahinour Tawfik Like east and west is awake and conscious The power of mind couldn’t be less ominous If the slave transcends taking over his master Swirling back and forth from before to after When all but now is a... - [Poem: Love](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/09/poem-love-3/): By: Mahinour Tawfik One is born in the quest for love But what’s love but pain and woe Painters and poets all speak of Before the end, most drown below Diamond stars in dreamy skies Raindrops falling on cupid’s arrow Thunder... - [Poem: An Ancient Reminder](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/08/poem-an-ancient-reminder/): By: Kate Noble Neptune, distracted, casts his merciful eye over a goodly realm and – held in that instant – likes what he sees, Wool-fat sheep aside angle-gnarled trees sprinkled through grey-grit peaks of bracken-brown slopes, And passingly visions need of... - [Poem: Puppeteer](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/08/poem-puppeteer/): By: Kate Noble If you thought for a moment some guy sits on high And pulls at our tensed strings from lofty cloud skies To choose in an instant who lives or who dies Or how someone acts in the blink... - [Poem: mass murder is collateral damage](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/08/poem-mass-murder-is-collateral-damage/): By: Archita Mittra tonight, the goddess walks on moss & stone, skin stained sunset, a sky that swirls & bleeds into cob-webbed eyes dreaming the other country. tonight, the goddess walks without love or myth as shadow, counting the arrow birds,... - [Poem: nights like these](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/08/poem-nights-like-these/): By: Archita Mittra when you sing to mountain dust & wild-eyed streetcars streaking through winding darkness-wearing roads, your skin lit by van gogh stars, a stain slowly swirling across your painted lips, of the last square of chocolate (from the box... - [Poem: A Cold Call](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/07/poem-a-cold-call/): By: Sandeep Kumar Mishra In snowy unpigmented drape Wintry withdrawn world waits For the warm kiss of the day; Through the long lonely valley The elevation blows the glacial gale To cheer the deep and solemn solitude; Over the bare upland,... - [Poem: When You Buy Their Sorrow](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/07/poem-when-you-buy-their-sorrow/): By: Sandeep Kumar Mishra Icy winds filled with chimney smoke Signaled the burning of Christmas block, When colorful lights all around gleam The holy monks sing the merry theme, Sacred lilies, decorative ivory, fill homes Town to town our joyful echo... - [Poem: A Ray Of Sunshine](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/07/poem-a-ray-of-sunshine/): By: Lynn White It was my first attempt at DIY hair dying. My friend had transformed her dull brown into glossy chestnut and Patricia thought it perfect to transform her unnatural blond. So I helped her out. Tiger Lily, it said... - [Poem: Living Alone and Loving It](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/07/poem-living-alone-and-loving-it/): By: Lynn White I’m living alone and loving it, that I am. I had a good ‘un though, but wouldn’t want to train another. Takes years to train ‘em. That couple last night, what a one she was. You could... - [Story: My Friend Frankie](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/07/story-my-friend-frankie/): By: Ruth Z Deming There he is, Frank Kelso Wolfe, coming down the stairs in his slippers and bathrobe. Whistling, he looks around for his mom and dad. The kitchen clock reads ten-thirty. He’s slept late again, but who wouldn’t. It... - [Story: The Things the Family Needs to Pack](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/07/story-the-things-the-family-needs-to-pack/): By: Leslie Bloom My children must always bring something with them when we leave the house. Seriously why can’t leaving home ever be easy? No, instead it is like a freak show with my five-year-olds. It never goes smoothly. Someone always... - [Poem: ToughGuyBabyBoy](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/07/poem-toughguybabyboy/): By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick Alone in the darkness of my mind Empty, numb, I’ve run out of tears It’s happened so many times Walk away from my child, they say Issues or not, his actions generate consequences for you I... - [Poem: The Mirror Hides Behind Memories of Grief](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/07/poem-the-mirror-hides-behind-memories-of-grief/): By: Adam Levon Brown Dumbbells of anger assault my unfed stomach while I strive for another repetition in pages of tears. I rip them clear from books of love and paint myself a picture of guilt, hidden safely behind the bed... - [Poem: Medusa](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/07/poem-medusa/): By: Adam Levon Brown I wear scarves like sleeves because I could not, would not feel my emotional headlock of grief. My teeth are broken and missing because I refused to acknowledge that I, too, feel pain. My back is damaged... - [Poem: I Live In My Mind](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/07/poem-i-live-in-my-mind/): By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick I live in my mind, a world nobody sees Some days are filled with sunshine, flowers, and green fields of corn Other days the cloud overhead dark and thick The ocean roars so loudly I cannot... - [Story: Wait](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/07/story-wait/): By: Murari Sharma He was shivering and alone, trekking on a trail in the Annapurna Range of the Himalayas. An unseasonable snowstorm caught him near Kangla Pass and dumped more than two feet snow in a couple of hours. He... - [Poem: Dear Father, Who Never Loved Me](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/07/poem-dear-father-who-never-loved-me/): By: Joseph S. Pete Dear father who ostensibly never loved me, you valued your vast accumulation of neckties over me, your slighted son. You swaddled yourself in silks and solid colors, Jerry Garcia ties, World Wildlife Foundation benefit ties, bold ties,... - [Poem: Brand New Dew](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/07/poem-brand-new-dew/): By: Kelly Miller Defending it Altering it Curing it Our Father uses his artwork to save the diurnal He uses his artwork to save the nocturnal Sprinkling his sparkling liquid generously over all the land A second pure gamble A... - [Poem: Watching My Heroes Get Old](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/07/poem-watching-my-heroes-get-old/): By: Robert Bermudez I stand and watch the sunset, Russet, then orange fading to pink, The cloud’s gilded edges reflecting, Like God saying good night. Slowly it dawns as it always does, With the inevitable ache of mythic echoes, The end... - [Story: A friend indeed!!](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/06/story-a-friend-indeed/): By: Aruna Subramanian Nandhini was gazing at the glistening dewdrops on the grasses while waiting for her friend Sheela at the entrance of their college building. Nandhini and Sheela have completed their last semester exams and will be proud engineering graduates... - [Poem: Dove and Man](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/06/poem-dove-and-man/): By: Dr Neeraja M A dove is a dove with no colours can only fly till roof bars can only breed with the pre-scaned economy but still the world call it a piece of peace and the dove never knw! A... - [Story: Everything Goes in Rows](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/06/story-everything-goes-in-rows/): By: Andrew Hubbard When I was little I laid my peas In a row on my plate And my mother cried. I don’t know why, I wasn’t making a mess.   I laid the green beans Two side-by-side And then two... - [Poem: Living over the Store](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/06/poem-living-over-the-store/):   By: Andrew Hubbard Well, it’s convenient, no commuting And cheap, our living space Is storage as far as the taxman knows.   We sell everything. You want gloves? We got ‘em. Lipstick, hairspray, tampons? Yup. University sweatshirts? Shovels? Pencils? Flower... - [Poem: Dancer](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/06/poem-dancer/): By: Andrew Hubbard The drinks came And I asked the predictable question. “I kind of like it,” she said “It keeps me fit And the money’s not bad.” She blew smoke thoughtfully And fidgeted with an ashtray. “My twin sister has... - [Three Poems about Emily by](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/05/three-poems-about-emily-by/): By: Darren C. Demaree 1.EMILY AS WAVES, WAVES I got these bruises just holding on to Emily as she opened herself up to the full moon   2. EMILY AS THE LAST PRAYER I got fizzy water out of a... - [Poem: Coming Out of the Coma](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/05/poem-coming-out-of-the-coma/): By: E. Martin Pedersen It’s a week or ten or a month or ten years My God. Come quick! It’s a miracle, he returns. Hi everybody, what time is it? Take me home. New decade, new pres, let’s see, Rowan an’... - [Poem: Avoiding Mirrors](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/05/poem-avoiding-mirrors/): By: E. Martin Pedersen My daydreams and nightmares have the same plot with different protagonists or the same people from my past life passed over on the other shore people (see above for their real names) showing up on my doorstep... - [Poem: when they first saw them](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/04/poem-when-they-first-saw-them/): By: Patrick Legay the sails flowed into the mouth bright and clean broad with the shimmer of the sun stealing from the soft blue surface call beauteous hard to believe the filth and dismay barreled below what is wonder to the... - [Poem: Pitch # 3 of 9/ motive for a murder joke](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/04/poem-pitch-3-of-9-motive-for-a-murder-joke/): By: Patrick Legay yes it can’t be denied that’s true and if you want more that storyboard like that I got a bunch — funny little family vignettes — like the one about me at 7 years old in 1954 look... - [Poem: In a vacant train](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/04/poem-in-a-vacant-train/): By: Sankara Olama-Yai  I found god in your eyes Where had he gone Do you remember that night when I hit my head on the roof of a vacant train Your laugh was a heavenly lullaby I let my head lie... - [Poem: When your hair was the color of summer lilacs](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/04/poem-when-your-hair-was-the-color-of-summer-lilacs/): By: Sankara Olama-Yai  Your name is not a crime, Yet why is it whispered When my soul can still hear the thunder My heart screams your name to the luminescent pearl in the sky As if it can hear my regrets... - [Poem: High C](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/03/poem-high-c/): By: Robert Beveridge “Wie schön sang Else Feuske, als sie,/während dere Sommerferien,/in großer Höhe daneben trat,/in einen stillen Gletscherspalt stürtze,/uns nur ihr Schirmchen/und das hoke C zurückließ.”—Günter Grass, “Die Schule der Tenöre” It is not volume, it is pitch, how the... - [Poem: Blade](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/03/poem-blade/): By: Robert Beveridge delicious willow flings this blade of lust into my eyes comatose I see us entwined smothered forever I offer you this blade fear you will accept caress bloods my finger one lone drop falls to your thigh - [Poem: I have to practice love](https://literaryyard.com/2017/12/21/poem-i-have-to-practice-love/): By JC Smith3  I have to practice love ten thousand times let the long nights have purpose go to school on my spirit neglect knowledge turn away from the stuff and grace myself with friendship. A curriculum of charity in... - [Poem: I Try to See Now](https://literaryyard.com/2017/12/21/poem-i-try-to-see-now/): By JC Smith3 I try to see now what I should have seen then when the light shone so bright and the shadows were never dark enough I once would walk on when I could have walked home with the... - [Poem: The Zone](https://literaryyard.com/2017/12/21/poem-the-zone/): By: Ian Fletcher Look! There she sits as beautiful as ever reminding me of how she and I have been in the hallowed zone our love thus seeming a transcendent reality the rest of the world but an ephemeral dream. Ah!... - [Poem: He was a Sad Song.](https://literaryyard.com/2017/12/20/poem-he-was-a-sad-song/): By: David Hanlon Growing up, he was caught in his bedroom with music and feelings or more often, a battle between them— one trying to escape the other. Those obsessions— Rubik’s cubes of insecurities, finally completed not by finding the right... - [Poem: The Years](https://literaryyard.com/2017/12/20/poem-the-years/): By: David Hanlon Night comes as quickly as snap-shut eyes, or the quick blink in the mirror before noticing how time has lined my forehead. A wealth of experiences between temple skin folds. I hold them all here on my face... - [Poem: No one's slave](https://literaryyard.com/2017/12/20/poem-no-ones-slave/): By: Linda M Crate it’s no skin off my nose if you don’t like me my heart is a skein of stars not everyone knows to make of, but i am a tapestry of galaxies woven into bones; i don’t... - [Poem: One day you'll be a fading shadow](https://literaryyard.com/2017/12/20/poem-one-day-youll-be-a-fading-shadow/): By: Linda M Crate september wakes heavy on my bones for all it’s golden beauty i am always wound in nightmares of you because this is when you stole a piece of my soul i’ll never get back wish i... - [Poem: Love](https://literaryyard.com/2017/12/19/poem-love-2/): By: John Tuttle Love. ‘Tis unique to the self-named humankind. The strongest emotion, the capital virtue. It is not an element solely of the mind. Love: potent, everlasting, undying, true. Love. Her offspring is life, new life. I want a... - [Story: End’s Rebirth](https://literaryyard.com/2017/12/19/story-ends-rebirth/): By: Pete Cotsalas Winter storm Jonas relinquished his assault on Maryland. Snowplows sweeping mounds on his street awoke Mateo Gonzalez. He decided to get up and shower, gently pushing Snarky the cat off the bed. Francesca was in the kitchen... - [My Big Fat Redneck Privilege](https://literaryyard.com/2017/12/18/my-big-fat-redneck-privilege/): By: Matt McCarter There are a few phrases that have been floating around college campuses the last few years – “whiteness” and “white privilege.”  These phrases have trickling down from academia into America’s popular culture and are quickly becoming part of... - [Governor Ashcroft Comes to Piankashaw](https://literaryyard.com/2017/12/18/governor-ashcroft-comes-to-piankashaw/): By: Matt McCarter Mike Chamberlain usually arrived at the office of the Piankashaw Journal, the weekly newspaper, late and thoroughly hungover from a hard night of drinking.  He looked into the bottom drawer of his desk and found a half empty... - ['A Time to Kill A Mockingbird' : A Critical View](https://literaryyard.com/2017/12/18/a-time-to-kill-a-mockingbird-a-critical-view/): By: Matt McCarter Harper Lee’s To Kill A Mockingbird is the most well-known Southern novel of the 20th Century.  An entire generation of people were raised on the 1962 film of the same name starring Gregory Peck as Atticus Finch. In... - [Story: The Forty-fifth](https://literaryyard.com/2017/12/18/story-the-forty-fifth/): By: Mary Kaye Valdez “Forty-two, forty-three, forty-four… Forty-four…” our bus driver, Bernie, counted dreadfully slow. Please, say forty-five already. “Forty-three? No, forty-two?” he recounted. It was probably the fifth time he had been counting. It was also probably the fifth time... - [Poem: Heavy Heart](https://literaryyard.com/2017/12/18/poem-heavy-heart/): By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick she tried and tried b u t it was never enough t h e r e was no right answer n o r correct decision e v e r y facet of her life C H... - [Story: Principles](https://literaryyard.com/2017/12/17/story-principles/): By: Cynthia Lloyd When Arthur fell in love with the farmhouse in Brittany, Jenny was too much in love with Arthur to care where they lived. “I’ll be fine,” she had said, “I’ve loads to do.” Jenny illustrated children’s books. “And... - [Story: For Old Time’s Sake](https://literaryyard.com/2017/12/17/story-for-old-times-sake/): By: Cynthia Lloyd Eleanor frowned as she looked out of the taxi window. She had thought the city would be unrecognisable after twenty years, but it looked just as she remembered it. Most of the shops and restaurants lining the steep... - [Poem: Drawing Conclusions](https://literaryyard.com/2017/12/17/poem-drawing-conclusions/): By: Kelly Miller Making longwinded strokes painting a picture worth 1,000 words and more White washing life so my true colors won’t show through Cleaning the chalk from the slate again Does my life really imitate my art, shades of grey?... - [Poem: “If You Assume”](https://literaryyard.com/2017/12/17/poem-if-you-assume/): By: Adrian Slonaker  If you assume I remember you take hay fever medication every August; your meals must be prepared macrobiotically; you stroll alone through churchyards when you wish to reflect, if you assume I feel the swirling cyan of your... - [Poem: Life-long have I envied others many a line](https://literaryyard.com/2017/12/17/poem-life-long-have-i-envied-others-many-a-line/): By: Rajnish Mishra Life-long have I envied others many a line, Will someone ever envy One of mine? My verse born now, Fresh – dead until read. Someone, anyone, yes, you – If only you read it! Would you call it... - [Poem: Anonymous Poems](https://literaryyard.com/2017/12/17/poem-anonymous-poems/): By: Rajnish Mishra My poems are signed anonymous, For anonymous they are, From somewhere they come, Sometimes. Who makes them? What time? Which place? In what climes? I think not I fathom it all. I know it as true, That there... - [Poem: Ceiling](https://literaryyard.com/2017/12/17/poem-ceiling/): By: Ryan Quinn Flanagan There is a ceiling to everything. Once you look up from the floor it is there. Some are vaulted to provide the illusion of progress. Most are simple plaster stained with nicotine and water damage. This one... - [Poem: Strutting Inside a Banshee’s Scream](https://literaryyard.com/2017/12/17/poem-strutting-inside-a-banshees-scream/): By: Ryan Quinn Flanagan Strutting inside a banshee’s scream shirtless and hardly virile burst blood vessels like cheery seeds through the dermis scraggly man-ape hair in unpresentable patches camphor bunking down in oil lanterns mountain pass caravans bringing poppy dreams to... - [Story: The Homeless Man & The Stranger](https://literaryyard.com/2017/12/17/story-the-homeless-man-the-stranger/): By: Travis Lee The homeless man spent his days on the street corner outside Wal-Mart, two messages on cardboard in front of him. One message identified his plight, the other explained who he had been in another, normal life. Each... - [Poem: Hush](https://literaryyard.com/2017/12/17/poem-hush/): By: Kristy Fusich The strangest lips always taste the sweetest Those ones that let words whisper without care Those ones that look like ripe and sweet berries Those ones that bring chills with a smile Those ones that you didn’t see... - [Poem: Imipramine](https://literaryyard.com/2017/12/17/poem-imipramine/): By: Kristy Fusich Smells Like Teen Spirit was a terrible song about deodorant, but we listened to it anyway and rocked out in our dirty flannels with the cigarette burn holes in them. You got high on meth in my bathroom... - [Poem: Venom of the Scorpion](https://literaryyard.com/2017/12/17/poem-venom-of-the-scorpion/): By: Kristy Fusich You never screamed no, but it’s what you were saying. This isn’t right. This doesn’t feel right. You go limp and play dead. When the scorpion stings its venom leaves you numb. Its tail is quick as a... - [Bertold Brecht: Collectivism and Dialectical Materialism in Practice](https://literaryyard.com/2017/12/12/bertold-brecht-collectivism-and-dialectical-materialism-in-practice/): By Gaither Stewart Bertold Brecht put into everyday practice Marxist collectivism and dialectical materialism in his art as few other Western writers have ever achieved. Despite accusations of avidness for money, the German poet and playwright belied any doubts about... - [Poem: Inequality And The Clash](https://literaryyard.com/2017/12/12/poem-inequality-and-the-clash/): By: Pijush Kanti Deb Five fingers- the fingering of inequality, consequently the clash is inevetable between sustainable happiness for a few and non-washable sorrow for others. Five fingers- the seed of argument and counter -argument, the cause timultaneous festival in... - [Poem: Sadness](https://literaryyard.com/2017/12/12/poem-sadness/): By: Zunayet Ahammed Happiness lost Melancholy approaches Lights fade Flowers far away Stopped have the songs of the birds Rivers not flowing Greenness of the green pummels me like a hawk Beauty of the dancers doesn’t mesmerise me Inner music... - [Poem: Falling rain](https://literaryyard.com/2017/12/11/poem-falling-rain/): By: Jake Cosmos Aller The falling rain Of late October Fills me with essential dread As I rush about And end up here Wherever here is The rain outside Seems like the tears of god As I sit Crying over my... - [Poem: Cosmos’s Cosmic Calendar](https://literaryyard.com/2017/12/11/poem-cosmoss-cosmic-calendar/): By: Jake Cosmos Aller January January arrives cold as death warmed over As I make my annual list of resolutions Of the great things I would do The lies I tell myself to keep me going While recovering from the hangover... - [Story: No Note With This](https://literaryyard.com/2017/12/11/story-no-note-with-this/): By: Brian Burmeister “What am I looking at?” Cynthia asks. “Who is this? I’m confused.” A moment earlier, Tonya slid her phone in front of her friend, saying only, “I’ve got something to show you.” The two women sit in the... - [Poem: Gecko](https://literaryyard.com/2017/12/11/poem-gecko/): By: Alan Britt I hold a gecko, mottled tangerine, fat tail, black eyes glistening like papaya seeds as if to guess my next move. Wise gecko. Gary the gecko— ultra-sensitive tail supports 32% of his preserves as carry-on. Gary the gecko... - [Poem: Little Verse for John Wooden](https://literaryyard.com/2017/12/11/poem-little-verse-for-john-wooden/): By: Alan Britt As in poetry, so in basketball. A-frame garage’s 9 foot ice-cycled hoop above blue-gravel driveway or immaculate Indiana hardwood, makes no difference to me, but to Wooden urging freshmen to embrace basketball the way they embraced life, placing... - [Poem: Apocalypse Then And Now](https://literaryyard.com/2017/12/11/poem-apocalypse-then-and-now/): By: Alan Britt When Robert E. Lee Clayton, decked out in granny dress and bonnet, wheeled and threw that Ninja star into the burning forehead of a shivering horse thief, we got a glimpse, if only a microscopic hint, of our... - [Poem: Vision](https://literaryyard.com/2017/12/07/poem-vision/): By: Tracy A. Powers It was that night that I saw you Not with wide-open, eager eyes But with a seeking heart– You relaxed on the floor, breath quiet and steady As I cautiously approached, All dark curly hair, and gentle... - [Poem: Woods](https://literaryyard.com/2017/12/07/poem-woods/): By: Tracy A. Powers On a walk through hidden, urban woods Amber, red, and gold nestled inside Fallen leaves crunch under the stride of my boots’ heels With a sound like brittle popcorn crushed. After a collection of quiet moments My... - [Story: My Nanaji](https://literaryyard.com/2017/12/07/story-my-nanaji/): By: Mohana Gill Myanmar is a country not many people know about. It is situated in South-East Asia and is bordered on the north-east by China, on the east by Laos and Thailand, on the south by the Andaman Sea and... - [Story: Some Girls](https://literaryyard.com/2017/12/06/story-some-girls/): By: Adam Kluger Questionable Judgment In Bernadette’s dorm there was a night watchman who would hang out. Renfro, a former cop. Bernadette would always catch Renfro checking out her round tits or tight ass whenever she bent over and she got... - [Story: The Nonconformist](https://literaryyard.com/2017/12/06/story-the-nonconformist/): By: Don Crawford Alfredo Cordovan settled himself in the hard wooden chair in the back of the Ican Bar and Grill, in Tucson, Arizona. The bar was located on north Stone Avenue; a few blocks south from his well furnished... - [Airtel acquires strategic stake in Juggernaut Books](https://literaryyard.com/2017/12/04/airtel-acquires-strategic-stake-in-juggernaut-books/): Bharti Airtel said that it has acquired a strategic stake in Juggernaut Books, a popular digital platform to discover and read high quality, affordable books and to submit amateur writing. The investment is in line with Airtel’s endeavour to build... - [REVIEW: 'When a wanderer meets a pilgrim' by Ramprasad is a miraculous invention](https://literaryyard.com/2017/12/04/review-when-a-wanderer-meets-a-pilgrim-by-ramprasad-is-a-miraculous-invention/): By: Dr Neeraja .M The novel is a wonderful combo of right and wrong between love, romance, sex status, casteism, racism, and money, all beaded into the same abacus. The magical tool that measures, calculates every essence of each soul. The... - [Drama: Ann](https://literaryyard.com/2017/12/02/drama-ann/): By: Balu George. Exterior – Naval Public School – Cochin – Morning. We cut to a group of parents with toddlers in their arms. Most of the kids are crying. Cars are parked outside the school gates. This is their first... - [Poem: Near Brigantine](https://literaryyard.com/2017/12/02/poem-near-brigantine/): By: William C. Blome There’s a cast of several characters dancing furiously on the bar: There’s a witness called Ondine and a seamstress named Cornelia; There’s a fishwife ‘goes by Yowlu and a pastor ‘comes to Karlson; There’s a greenbottle fly... - [Poem: Preparation](https://literaryyard.com/2017/12/02/poem-preparation/): By: William C. Blome Unlike your usual snowstorm, this one came in through blazing sunshine, a mosaic of dares and filaments and scoffs too (if you cock your ears just right and catch the drift of its foul-mouthed taunts, a pernicious... - [Poem: Window](https://literaryyard.com/2017/12/02/poem-window/): By: William C. Blome Fishing off the low bridge in the dark, I’d guess it’s close to midnight, and I know your window’s five rows down, three boxes across, but I’m watching instead the corner lights on another building flash on-and-off... - [Poem: Dream Machinations](https://literaryyard.com/2017/11/30/poem-dream-machinations/): By: G Dean Manuel Close your eyes, dream a dream, let loose thy lies, burst reality’s seem. Crystal clarity, within darkness enclose, fall short the human parody, a moment that time froze. Black falls upon black, subjective truth is shattered, the... - [Poem: Blind to see](https://literaryyard.com/2017/11/30/poem-blind-to-see/): By: G Dean Manuel I close my eyes, so I am blind, I may ever seek, but how do I find? Vision always got in my way, in inky night, my heart risen, inclined. I don’t need to see the day,... - [Story: The New Ho Dong](https://literaryyard.com/2017/11/29/story-the-new-ho-dong/): By: Joseph Kierland Ho Dong wasn’t his real name. It was just the name they passed from one Chinese cook to the next when they came in from Hong Kong. The new cook took the name of the old cook, exchanged... - [Story: The journey of a prayer](https://literaryyard.com/2017/11/29/story-the-journey-of-a-prayer/): By: Ronald Hrubetz I knelt down and held my hands in front of me. I don’t pray. I haven’t in 20 years. This has to be the alcohol acting out. I shouldn’t even be here. A sinner in a city of... - [War](https://literaryyard.com/2017/11/29/war/): By: Gaither Stewart If you have you ever seen a monkey hanging from a tree by its tail and showing its red ass to onlookers, then you have seen the animal kingdom’s representation of war. According to French playwright Jean... - [Poem: The Rag Picker](https://literaryyard.com/2017/11/29/poem-the-rag-picker/): By: Priya Anand He walks like a leaf scattered by the wind Gait unsteady yet swiftly As if propelled by a sudden gust that darts and swoops Likened to a golem that lurks in the shadows Decrepit and insignificant Invisible to... - [Story: The Monster](https://literaryyard.com/2017/11/28/story-the-monster/): By Suneet Paul The two ants who were close friends, were taking a walk on the first-floor terrace of Sanjay’s house. It had been a tiring morning for them. The carefree and relaxed atmosphere was a welcome change. The brick... - [Poem: Swallowed Pride](https://literaryyard.com/2017/11/24/poem-swallowed-pride/): By: Jonathan Butcher Those faces once again crawl from between the pavements and orange brick houses and straight through the neat lawns and new builds. They slowly echo off each wall, but fail to melt into one single voice. That false... - [Poem: A Chance to Breathe Out](https://literaryyard.com/2017/11/24/poem-a-chance-to-breathe-out/): By: Jonathan Butcher In that narrow underpass the badly fitted lights struggle and flicker. The tags and stickers which adorn them cast miniature shadows that appear against our skin like bruises, that refuse to heal until covered. We’re neither approached or... - [Story: Trek](https://literaryyard.com/2018/12/14/story-trek/): By: Ramprasath I never go alone anywhere. But this one didn’t go as planned. Me and my friend were planning to go for a trek in Cherokee National Forest. But he turned down at the last moment. That left me to... - [Poem: Burn on](https://literaryyard.com/2018/12/14/poem-burn-on/): By: Steven Lebow Seven thousand suns are a virgin in the sky.I am that virgin who abstains,I am that priest who wears no shoesbecause he owns none. Suns are the gypsies of the sky and we are eunuchs, bound to them.... - [Nowadays (A Day With Mr. Emory)](https://literaryyard.com/2018/12/14/nowadays-a-day-with-mr-emory/): By: Austin J. Dalton The editor is a professional, and for that reason he typically doesn’t have time to answer questions for prying pissants like me. He punches into his shift early, and then after some brief and frivolous socializing... - [Poem: Season Sensation](https://literaryyard.com/2018/12/10/poem-season-sensation/): By Olatubosun David That season when no rain falls Sky underlines blue heaven Searing sun dries the puddles On the farm roads The misty breeze blows In the morning The hills, the mountains Are shrouded in the mist At a... - [Five Translated Poems of Chinese Poet Yuan Hongri](https://literaryyard.com/2018/12/10/five-translated-poems-of-chinese-poet-yuan-hongri/): By Chinese Poet Yuan HongriTranslated by Manu Mangattu The Outer Music In dreams the gods told me that the world is a dreamland So I forgot the honor and disgrace of life, even believe not day and night My body... - [Poem: Three kinds of insects](https://literaryyard.com/2018/12/10/poem-three-kinds-of-insects/): By: Pawel Markiewicz mysterious mystic mythical merry-ladybug you are melancholy like little wolf loving Little Red Riding Hood in the pond of the muses feelings You are a lily of eternity which can smell very cute gorgeous gentle genial grasshopper You... - [Story: Elena](https://literaryyard.com/2018/12/10/story-elena/): By: Karl Miller Prologue – Jibacoa, Cuba: July 4, 1868 In the darkness behind a large, white, two-story mansion just outside the small fishing village of Jibacoa, three rows of twenty balloons line a hundred-foot dock that stretches out into... - [Poem: traveling on the angel wing](https://literaryyard.com/2018/12/10/poem-traveling-on-the-angel-wing/): By: Amirah Al- Wassif traveling on the right wing of an angeltake me away, away to my first dancedragging ourselves through the fancy castleshakes me today, today as it is my chanceoh! how far our starry nightoh! what a rare any... - ['The Ghosts of the Battlefield' and other poems by Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal](https://literaryyard.com/2018/12/07/the-ghosts-of-the-battlefield-and-other-poems-by-luis-cuauhtemoc-berriozabal/): By: Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal The Ghosts of the Battlefield The ghosts of the battlefield wear their uniforms and their bracelets, walk with their bullet riddled bodies. A dog can sense a spirit or two and barks and barks his lungs out.... - [Who’s Afraid of Pathetic Fallacy? Ted Kooser Meets Walt Disney](https://literaryyard.com/2018/12/07/whos-afraid-of-pathetic-fallacy-ted-kooser-meets-walt-disney/): By: Don Thompson 1. Deep in the weeds of volume three of Modern Painters (in Part IV and Chapter XII), John Ruskin has included an essay under the title, “Of The Pathetic Fallacy”. This is one of those literary terms that... - [Poem: Empty](https://literaryyard.com/2018/12/06/poem-empty/): By: Joe Barca There’s a certain heartbreak in clothesthat lay folded too neatly, in a wardrobethat’s missing an owner, in a ghost thatinhabits a closet. He lives in a home that is wounded. The floorboards are quietly weeping. He is half... - [Story: The Undertaker’s Apprentice](https://literaryyard.com/2018/12/06/story-the-undertakers-apprentice/): By: Brooksie C. Fontaine The young woman had an unfortunate pageboy haircut that didn’t at all flatter her rotund face, somewhat emphasized by her slightly bloated skin. The pale, ashen clay of her complexion made her resemble the moon. “She... - [Poem: Tool](https://literaryyard.com/2018/12/06/poem-tool/): By: Joe Hefta Lately I’ve been keepingTo myself, broodingDown in the basementDown in the workshopLooking over my tools andWondering, worrying whatWould you do with this or that.With suspicion. The awlBecomes a cause for concern.The tape measure has alwaysBeen threateningIf you had... - ['In Sequester' and other poems by Fred Chandler](https://literaryyard.com/2018/12/05/in-sequester-and-other-poems-by-fred-chandler/): By: Fred Chandler In Sequester When the lone eyeCaught those childrenBowing their headsIn a blur of a shadowIt was of some signOf an equinox passingNo squeals or laughterJust silence of sleepingIn white beds still madeStill birds frozen flowers ### Intense... - ['Skin burn scar made' and other poems by Monica Carroll](https://literaryyard.com/2018/12/03/skin-burn-scar-made-and-other-poems-by-monica-carroll/): By: Monica Carroll Skin burn scar made Must. Slower at the tail. Nerve gives out, then I rush. Feel slower. We’re after second, not third. The kickback still surprises me. Who is pushing who? The skin or the steel? Hold... - [Clarity begins at home](https://literaryyard.com/2018/12/03/clarity-begins-at-home/): By Alan Berger My pop told me instead of hanging on to crap, flush it. Got it? Yeah pop. My father was a cop. My father didn’t have a best friend. Didn’t need one, everyone was his friend, until they... - ['In/Retrograde' and other poems by Sarah Lao](https://literaryyard.com/2018/12/02/in-retrograde-and-other-poems-by-sarah-lao/): By: Sarah Lao In/Retrograde Say it is night, and outside, there is a man lying dead under the streetlamp. Skin tight jaundice stretched over tissue/socket/bonelike the dried pulp of paper-mache, there’s hyacinth blooming from skull—an expired milk carton evaporating to... - ['Walking Alongside My Pen' and other poems by Linda Imbler](https://literaryyard.com/2018/12/02/walking-alongside-my-pen-and-other-poems-by-linda-imbler/): By: Linda Imbler Walking Alongside My Pen Blue inked penMy favorite tool.I, writing thoughts with coolmeanings unlocked,senseless garbling overruled.Mood on the upswing,old versions slipshod,new directions taken,my final declaration.Best grammar roped in,bad syntax shakenwords skip down the sidewalkbypassing all mind blocks.Maybe... - [Sunset on the beach](https://literaryyard.com/2018/12/02/sunset-on-the-beach/): By: Sunil Sharma The sunset on a clean beach is a haunting poem.  Dad said once. I could not understand then. Now, I do. Indeed. Such a sunset is sublime…like poetry. The lines flow. The colours, vivid, fuse. Energetic. It is... - [As is](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/30/as-is/): By: Alan Berger I could say that the reason I wear full upper dentures is because of my years as a boxer.Or, as I was doing 120 on Sunset Blvd, that I swerved as to not hit a baby bird... - [Lost](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/29/lost/): By: Ramprasath “Walter!” Suzi almost yelled. Walter who was digging soil using a shovel now turned to Suzi. “What!” “It is going to be night soon” Suzi said. Walter looked up at the sky. The night was indeed falling. It was... - ['America' and other poems by J.L. Smith](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/29/america-and-other-poems-by-j-l-smith/): By: J.L. Smith America America a patchwork quilt, a coat of many colors, unravels at the seams. Frayed edges, bare in patches across its broad surface. Fabric squares, once crisp, cobbled from many origins, promised comfort for all who sought... - [Autumn in a Coffee Cup](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/29/autumn-in-a-coffee-cup/): By: Mehreen Ahmed Not realising how fast time passed, Minah and Sidu, reached puberty more or less together. Short for Siddhartha, Sidu was Minah’s best friend. Their favourite pastime was hanging out in their old haunt, the mango grove by... - ['The Girls of Summer' and other poems by Cynthia Pitman](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/28/the-girls-of-summer-and-other-poems-by-cynthia-pitman/): By: Cynthia Pitman The Girls of Summer Splayed on striped towels,strapped tight in polka-dot bikinis gritty with sand,sweating from the sweltering heatand burning a crispy-crust redfrom the hot beach light of the white-bright sky, we lined up side-by-side,one after another,as... - ['Donkey' and other poems by Marc Carver](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/28/donkey-and-other-poems-by-marc-carver/): By: Marc Carver BEAUTY I found the most beautiful woman I have ever seen she sits perfectly still all white. Even without eyesshe looks right at me.That face could tame men even make fools of them if she wanted.How could... - ['Humanity' and other poems by JD Stofer](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/28/humanity-and-other-poems-by-jd-stofer/): By: JD Stofer Humanity Scandal and corruptionhorror in the news babies chokedburned animals in every way abusedwhile late night jesterstry to make sense of it alland moneyencapsulate the day to keep usall amusedWhat to think?What to do?What makes sense when... - [Her in case of emergency](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/28/her-in-case-of-emergency/): By: Alan Berger I’m so mad at you, I could spit, she said. Go right ahead and spit, he said, just don’t spit on me, spit on yourself, why don’t you? That’s it, she said, fuck you. And a fucking top... - [I want my ball back](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/27/i-want-my-ball-back/): By: Alan Berger I just went in and told him that my days of kissing the Pope’s ring are over. Like the way we had rehearsed it. My father was sick as a child and he was also sick when... - [Poems: 'Science Fiction Tanka' and 'Five Haiku'](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/27/poems-science-fiction-tanka-and-five-haiku/): By: Denny E. Marshall Science Fiction Tanka aliens decide too use earth’s flat screen TVs now can send message since digital conversion program interruption shock hike Pavonis Mons fourth largest mountain on mars peak not as well known higher than... - [Shadow of a quaterback](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/27/shadow-of-a-quaterback/): By: J. S. Kierland He felt a sharp pain in his shoulder and someone yelled, “Pass it, Pop…pass it!” Trying to keep his balance he cradled the ball in his arms and started his fall. He hit the ground hard and... - ['Desire Eternal' and other poems by John Grey](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/26/desire-eternal-and-other-poems-by-john-grey/): By: John Grey DESIRE ETERNAL Why did he want her? they wondered. He was prince of the realm and could have had anyone. Besides which, she was mortal. A shepherdess of all things. He was a strange one. Not like... - [Give me liberty](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/26/give-me-liberty/): By: Alan Berger I awoke from a dream That was a past vision I was running towards a fence I remembered from prison Instead like before When I just did my time I sailed over that fence Like there was... - [The Dean](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/26/the-dean/): By Rey Armenteros Listen to the details of this carefully to get my point. I was walking into a college office with a resume in my hand. I had no appointment. I was just dropping off a resume. My chair... - ['Paradox' and other poems by Wil Michael Wrenn](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/26/paradox-and-other-poems-by-wil-michael-wrenn/): By: Wil Michael Wrenn Paradox SometimesI feel I could reach outand embrace life and squeeze it to death.SometimesI love life so much that the passion of it hurts deep inside,and the more I love itthe sharper the pain I feel,and... - [The many faces of Mr. Stupid](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/25/the-many-faces-of-mr-stupid/): By Eric Burbridge “You been with us for–” “Two years, never been late or took a sick or personal day. Do you believe me or what?” He sighed and slammed the folder shut. “It doesn’t matter business has slowed. Your... - ['Reconstruct Me First' and other poems by K. Shawn Edgar](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/25/reconstruct-me-first-and-other-poems-by-k-shawn-edgar/): By: K. Shawn Edgar Reconstruct Me First Rewriting a lover, rebooting his or her nature to match my anticipated path, to align to my projected echo pattern, that’s the biotechnology of modernity. Their quirks, jagged ills, or habits― unpleasant, I... - ['In the Asylum' and other poems by Mark Tulin](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/25/in-the-asylum-and-other-poems-by-mark-tulin/): By: Mark Tulin In the Asylum I remember the voices in the asylum. The screams bouncing off the walls. Nurses dropping pills into paper cups. The aides rolling blood-pressure monitors down the halls. All the doors were locked, the windows... - [Poems by Simon Perchik](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/25/poems-by-simon-perchik/): By: Simon Perchik * To remind you how long before white becomes invisible –you fold this dish cloth over and over as if each splash is wiped with a cry making room the way an old love song turns the... - ['At the Theater, a Jake Gyllenhaal Sighting' and other poems by Alex M. Frankel](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/25/at-the-theater-a-jake-gyllenhaal-sighting-and-other-poems-by-alex-m-frankel/): By: Alex M. Frankel At the Theater, a Jake Gyllenhaal Sighting What began as a nudge and grew with a whisper turned into a wave engulfing the hall. “Can it be?” “It’s him!” Opera-glass raised I tried to see. “Do... - [Camera Wars](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/25/camera-wars/): By Martin David Edwards The camera club organiser tapped at his watch. “Five minutes for our next wizard,” he said.George stepped forward from the waiting photographers onto the set, his camera at the ready. Isabella sat astride a pair of... - [Perfect to a Fault](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/25/perfect-to-a-fault/): By: Don Tassone Michael Chapman set the template on his desktop computer to five copies and pressed print. He stepped over to the printer, pulled off the five sheets of paper and returned to his desk. He surveyed the writing instruments... - [No Good Deed](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/22/no-good-deed/): By: Stephen Tillman Scott Carmintz’ first thought on seeing the gorgeous woman striding toward the bar was, high-class hooker. She was wearing a backless sundress barely covering her ass. The dress had a V in front coming down almost to... - [2007!](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/22/2007/): By: Austin J. Dalton You’re going to hate how this year ends, but it starts with an alright scene. I’m writing you from more than a decade in the future, and hopefully this letter finds you around New Year’s Eve... - ['The Beauty of It All' and other poems by David I Mayerhoff](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/19/the-beauty-of-it-all-and-other-poems-by-david-i-mayerhoff/): By: David I Mayerhoff The Beauty of It All The soft day Morphs Into the dead of night Each bring with them The essence of beauty and wonder The warm afternoon breeze The growing shadows As the sun turns down... - [A Blue Soul](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/19/a-blue-soul/): By: Gabriella Garofalo A bit of advice, blue works best if you need To creep in on the sly, it’s the latest fad, Peeking at the stunning shows of some wannabe star, Nobody cares about oceans or skies – ‘Course you’re... - [Crane Game](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/16/crane-game/): By: Nicole Le Crane sleeps in again. He calls up that girl from Nico’s apartment to see if she wants to hang out. She comes over and they smoke cigarettes together in the backyard. “Do you have any weed?” she asks.... - [After My Money](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/16/after-my-money/): By: Alan Berger A wedding? What are you nuts? Let me straiten you out. So, what if I wasn’t born into it? I was born, and I grabbed it. We didn’t start off in bad shape. Who does? Not us.... - [State of Life](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/16/state-of-life/): By: Ramprasath “What have you done, Mark?” John’s voice was filled with anxiety. “What?” “He was one like you” Mark grew impatient instantly. “John, I had to worry about my safe return. Jonathan was already dead. There was no point in... - [The Web Weaver’s Sacrifice](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/16/the-web-weavers-sacrifice/): By P.A. O’Neil Aggie slumped back into her Queen Anne desk chair, elbows resting on the slender arms, hands on her thighs. She stared at the crisp sheet of white paper rolled in-and-out of her Remington typewriter. It was as... - [Da’gbolu – a reckless bush burner](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/15/dagbolu-a-reckless-bush-burner/): By: Olatubosun David See a young man smoking burrow All alone in that bush He did so last year And burnt my farms of precious crops Striping me bare of costly income And sending my wives and wards To the... - [Poems: 'Distraction' n 'When I come back'](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/15/poems-distraction-n-when-i-come-back/): By: Kelvin J. Shachile Distraction I dream I am in a homeWhich isn’t my own.I see light like a flash far away fromThe fields where the Maasai moransHerd their flocks and cattle.And so amidst all these distractions,I find no life... - [The Rescue](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/15/the-rescue/): By: Dan A. Cardoza Mr. Simmons’s grips his gloved hands on the steering wheel, as his rusty Ford 150 jostles the turns, along the gravel road on a mission. The intermittent click/clack of the four speed gears is tight and calming.... - [The Lesson](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/15/the-lesson/): By: Dan A. Cardoza The first writing ink was invented in 2500 B. C. by the Egyptians and the Chinese. It is believed that this ink was made by mixing carbon with gum. Writing, yet birthed, uncompromised, each & every word... - [Waiting](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/14/waiting-2/): By Rhiannon Bird Every week you were gone my steps slowed, every day you were gone the emptiness trickled in, every hour you were gone it was harder to breath. People told me that it would get easier as time... - ['Flying leaves' and other poems by Srinivas S](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/14/flying-leaves-and-other-poems-by-srinivas-s/): By: Srinivas S Flying leavesLo Behold! Here are the flying leaves!Gold-bare, orphaned from their homes;Crinkled in complexion, torn as uncouth;Against the most wan of waning skies,Little to life ladled by the sparest wind,Here they come; for dear life, they come!... - [Here today gone today](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/13/here-today-gone-today/): By: Alan Berger What if at the end it all becomes peaceful and sunny? To believe that it will wont cost you more, or less love or money The last thought you got won’t be regret for the book you... - [A question from the refugee camps](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/13/a-question-from-the-refugee-camps/): By : Amirah Al Wassif I asked them How the sun says hello to everyone ? Then, they laughed bitterly Without being sorry And told me “ask the gun” Her red spark Sharp like a dark Permits entering the light... - [Uncle Sam](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/12/uncle-sam/): By: Denise Woods 1. At ten years old, I just got used to the world I lived in. I’m not ready to see everything change before my eyes. I was born in the midst of the Civic Arena’s popularity. After... - ['the immortal strand of hope' and other poems by Linda Crate](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/12/the-immortal-strand-of-hope-and-other-poems-by-linda-crate/): By: Linda M Crate the immortal strand of hope they seek me, but they shall not find; i have heard the hooves of the horses and i know they mean me no good—always i have been an outsider, a misfit... - [Land of Plenty](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/12/land-of-plenty/): By: Josh Jennings “Come, examine this life from afar,” Lady Liberty cries. “Bear witness to our American dream.” A blushing bride to be sitting on the porch. Hearty greetings from neighbors bellowing across a newly surfaced road. A room full... - [Money, not everything](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/12/money-not-everything/): Shared with Literary Yard By: Sahaj Sabharwal. Jagdish Di Hatti and Chowk Chabutra Money can buy Food but not Nutrition. Money can buy Gifts but not Thanks. Money can buy Blanket but not Warmth. Money can buy Books but not Knowledge. Money... - [The Truth of the Matter](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/07/the-truth-of-the-matter/): By: Alexander Kemp Life is good. Life is beautiful. This is my thought as I take a final look over my notes. My students, adults with disabilities, file into the classroom. Phone buzzes. Taking out my phone, I see notifications... - [Memorable](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/07/memorable/): By: Alan Swyer “I’ve been thinking about the wedding,” Clementine said over a dinner of coconut soup, string beans, and duck larb on a chilly February evening at their favorite Thai restaurant in Brooklyn. “Which means?” asked Geller. “I’d really... - [Planning to be a storyteller](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/07/planning-to-be-storyteller/): Writing a story sounds easy. But it is a skill which can be acquired without paying a price. The price is constant practice and patience. One has to toil and slog like an ass. Here are a few tips that... - ['The Sea of The Golden Palace' and other translated poems of Chinese Poet Hongri Yuan](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/06/the-sea-of-the-golden-palace-and-other-translated-poems-of-chinese-poet-hongri-yuan/): By Chinese Poet Hongri Yuan Translated by Yuanbing Zhang The Sea of The Golden Palace   Happiness is the memory of heaven And the soul is as sweet as the sun. On the canvas of the death you daub a... - [Afloat](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/06/afloat/): By Eric Burbridge It rained for twenty-four hours before Emory decided to get high. The cast on his shattered left leg and hip itched like hell. He needed relief and waved the flame under the spoon. He drew the heroin... - [Anchors Aweigh](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/06/anchors-aweigh/): By: Alan Berger We told and tell people we met in Church. At St. Patrick’s Cathedral yet. That would be a falsehood, but she liked saying it. She called herself “A romantic embellisher”. We met within sighting distance of St.... - [Trapped](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/05/trapped/): By: Kathy Abrahams Lifeless masks on faces, Souls tainted by lies…lust, Hypocrisy and greed, Enmeshed in sticky webs of deceit. - [Sceenplay: Aquarium](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/05/sceenplay-aquarium/): By Balu George Interior – Restaurant – Afternoon – Cochin. Two men in their mid-thirties are seated at a table having lunch. One is Paul, who runs an aquarium store and the other is Rajeev who works in an I.T... - [A dip in the holy river](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/02/a-dip-in-the-holy-river/): By: Onkar Sharma He walked by the bridge-rail and mumbled. He sobbed on the past mistakes and tumbled. Yet he did hold himself and stopped in the centre to overlook the eerie waves that did enter in broad daylight through... - [Electric Hedge Trimmer And My Missing Fingers](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/02/electric-hedge-trimmer-and-my-missing-fingers/): By: Dan Cardoza It’s late October, my favorite time of year. I can smell the damp rust of autumn leaves in the crisp air. I vow to take my sweet time on this beautiful Saturday morning. After mowing the lawn, I... - [No More Poems About It, After This One I Am Done (For A Little While)](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/02/no-more-poems-about-it-after-this-one-i-am-done-for-a-little-while/): By: Alyssa Trivett  It was never the property, or any sort of bloodline. Lightbulbs crackled like World War II radio static. Dogs being walked stopped in their tracks. Fan blades always whir, the switch was never flipped. Your clothes collect dust.... - [Disloyalty and dat loyalty](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/02/disloyalty-and-dat-loyalty/): By: Alan Berger Of course they grew up together on the same block and were closer than the brothers and sisters that they were dealt. Mike and Paul, Paul and mike. Of course, yeah sure. Both of their fathers were... - [After me money](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/02/after-me-money/): By: Alan Berger A wedding? What are you nuts? Let me straiten you out. So what if I wasn’t born into it? I was born, and I grabbed it. We didn’t start off in bad shape. Who does? Not us.... - [Bottoms Up](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/01/bottoms-up/): By: Alan Berger What a wonderful year it was for business. An architect with a waiting line was he. Word gets around after you do a few good buildings. Then again, I do have a style reminiscent of Frank Lloyd Wright.... - [Poems: 'On stillness' and 'For K'](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/01/poems-on-stillness-and-for-k/): By: Preeth Ganapathy On stillness In the morning, The stillness descends easy. As I sit by, The side of The placid Lake waters Observing the dew flecked petals Of the red Gulmohar flower And ride gently on the Vagabond White clouds... - [“Rain” and other poems by Elizabeth Stansberry](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/01/rain-and-other-poems-by-elizabeth-stansberry/): By: Elizabeth Stansberry  “Rain” I know a man who works in coffee and chemistry. He can tell you how many cups of coffee it takes to create the perfect Buzz. 5 to 7. He can tell you how many atoms are... - ['2028' by Vanessa Cutts](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/01/2028-by-vanessa-cutts/): By:  Vanessa Cutts The question asked to describe something complex in simple terms. Ray looked around the room at the calendar, at the clock, the laptop and then noticed an executive toy on the desk. Yes, executive toys still existed.... - ['Put that back Mac' and other poems by Marc Carver](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/01/put-that-back-mac-and-other-poems-by-marc-carver/): By Marc Carver PUT THAT BACK MAC I went into Macdonald’s with my 2 pound voucher the Indian man behind the counter stared at me. I got my food and sat down then a man started to shout at a... - [The Art of Conversation](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/01/the-art-of-conversation/): By: Alan Berger My internet bill somehow didn’t get paid on time, after time, and they finally shut it down. I  guess I put it aside to cover the rent, which hasn’t been paid either. I probably tucked that away to... - [Sisterhood](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/29/sisterhood/): By: Gudrun Roy Me and my sister both applied for college the same year. She was a braniac so she graduated school a year earlier than she should have. We both wanted to go to Harper College. We both wanted... - [The Garden Court Motel](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/29/the-garden-court-motel/): By: Donald McMann One The first time Margaret Crossland walked into the new arena, she could smell the ice. It was a good smell, a familiar smell, even an exciting smell. It stirred her as few other scents could. W.T. had... - [Poems: 'The After Effect' and 'De- branched or Not?'](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/25/poems-the-after-effect-and-de-branched-or-not/): By: Sandeep Kumar Mishra The After Effect Why is it necessary? A row of lights when we are supposed to sleep, Colorful Neon fantasies when we are to dream, Intoxicants slow our breath When we should be panting with labor; Why... - [The Slide](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/25/the-slide/): By: Zane Tomich There is a lot of activity going on inside the building. I focus my sight towards the metallic wall. My x-ray vision pierces through the wall, allowing me to see everything inside. Twelve of Luthor’s henchmen stand alert.... - [A Decision](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/25/a-decision/): By: Zane Tomich   Jump. Come on, do it. Just jump. You paid hundreds of dollars for this and now you want to bail? What a waste. I mean come on. Think of it this way. You are falling so incredibly... - ['A perfect day' and other poems by Milt Montgue](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/24/a-perfect-day-and-other-poems-by-milt-montgue/): By: Milt Montgue a perfect day picture a perfect day the heavens above are painted blue with a satin smooth brush white puffs are dribbled carelessly across a canvas sky small islands in an azure sea the sun smiles beneficently... - [Will you listen to me](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/24/will-you-listen-to-me/): By Chandra Shekhar Dubey Will you listen to me? When your soul gets weary and you cry for some caring hands to touch and heal you. Will you listen to me? when your heart is broken and limbs get numb... - [Swift's Inner Garden](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/23/swifts-inner-garden/): By Yoshiro Takayasu (translated by Toshiya Kamei) Often used as a site for events such as children’s small parties, a bus was stationed in the parking lot of a burger joint. That night Nana and Aya, two girls who had... - ['The Dog Breathes' and 'These things made to hold'](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/23/the-dog-breathes/): By: Aaron P. Meadows I am the dog barking up the limbs of every tree, wet my nose between limbs snatches prey’s scent, soft like lavender edged with cloves, hungrily lapping up the dregs of society from prey to prey leaving... - [For Whom the White Chinese Ladies Lie](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/23/for-whom-the-white-chinese-ladies-lie/): By: Aaron P. Meadows The white ladies will lay on plastic beds laying prone for the sequin heroes’ blade who by way of chisel, blade, and hammer can make a hundred faces all the same. The white ladies manage little to... - [Eight Seconds: The Anxiety of the Unanswered E-mail](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/23/eight-seconds-the-anxiety-of-the-unanswered-e-mail/): By: Aila Doyle What would it have taken for you to write a response? Five minutes? Ten? “Glad you liked the food. Things are fine here. Have a good week.” I stand corrected. Eight seconds. I wrote a short e-mail.... - [An urgent call in the second life](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/22/an-urgent-call-in-the-second-life/): By: Amirah Al Wassif red rays of the unknown sun came down to my new window warmly shiver touched me, made me laugh as a fresh baby I decided to think about the source of these unknown rays but, suddenly... - [Woman on the lam](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/22/woman-on-the-lam/): By: Ruth Z. Deming She lived at the end of the block. People were always staring at her when she came out to play with her daughters, Josie and Ridley, who swam in a little blue pool with mermaids on the... - [Greetings from the hell](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/22/greetings-from-the-hell/): By : Amirah Al Wassif I remember! Yes, I remember this letter When my tears decided to escape Out of me, I felt that is better My soul took over my shape I heard him laughing at me and clearly... - [Man and Wolf poems by Paweł Markiewicz](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/18/man-and-wolf-poems-by-pawel-markiewicz/): By: Paweł Markiewicz 16 Man: rice Buddhist fields all the treasures of the world I’ll give you a wolf if you tell me what has so far delighted You? the most marvelous eternal poetry of a cracking philanderer she-wolf or I... - [A Simple House Call](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/18/a-simple-house-call/): By: Alan Berger “Did you see that kid throw?” If Packer heard that once, he heard it a million times. One hundred bucks, times a million, he thought in his financial research wheelhouse first rate mind. With that kind of... - [Saving a Shark](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/18/saving-a-shark/): By Bill Butler When I was 17, my summer job was helping out in a pool hall located in the Lower East Side of Manhattan. A shadowy place, it had a dozen brightly lit tables and the fragrance of cigars.... - ['Amalgamated Memories' and other poems by Cynthia Pitman](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/15/amalgamated-memories-and-other-poems-by-cynthia-pitman/): By: Cynthia Pitman Amalgamated Memories Imagine yourself seated on the ground, surrounded by baskets, each basket cradling a jumble of disparate items (a feather, a knife, a memory), items confined yet uncollected. Within each basket is one red marble, bright... - [The Killing of an Ardent Apprentice](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/15/the-killing-of-an-ardent-apprentice/): By Sana Mojdeh A Muffin Man is a mute, a filler, a nodder. A Muffin Man is an irrelevant, in most cases unfocused subject in the background of the frame who nods once in a while. Nodders nod against each... - [Euphoria](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/15/euphoria/): By: Sana Mojdeh I’m waiting on the implantation floor, sunken into a white leather sofa that circles outward in the center of a large, otherwise wide-open room. Everything is white and blindingly bright in here. Whichever direction I turn, horizontally mirrored... - [Story: Another Day Closer to Hell](https://literaryyard.com/2018/03/15/story-another-day-closer-to-hell/): By: Steven Jakobi His quarry approached slowly and haltingly. A very nervous boy of about 16 carrying a metal bucket. From his vantage point of the 6th floor apartment, the sniper could see the boy’s face clearly in his sights.... - [Story: Drifting Across Labrador](https://literaryyard.com/2018/03/14/story-drifting-across-labrador/): By: Christina Cruz “This could be that moment.” “What are you saying?” the man suggested. “Haven’t you ever thought that there might be a time when we can no longer be together?” the woman confessed. “Why would you ever think that?”... - [Poem: Humankind Won’t Win](https://literaryyard.com/2018/03/14/poem-humankind-wont-win/): By: Kristin Bales Heavy drops precipitate down Mother Nature wearing a frown When it hits thirty two degrees The drops of water instantly freeze Increased precipitation An issue across the nation Climate change effects are present And it wasn’t our intent... - [Delhi: A Tale of 2 Cities](https://literaryyard.com/2018/03/14/delhi-a-tale-of-2-cities/): If anyone asks to list the place which is ancient yet renowned for its elegance and history, it is obvious for ‘Delhi’ to float into anyone’s mind. The city of Delhi is known to be the residence of our early... - [Poem: A Cookie As Smooth as Butter](https://literaryyard.com/2018/03/07/poem-a-cookie-as-smooth-as-butter/): By: Susmita Bhat I couldn’t help eating the last shortbread cookie from the jar I knew that its rich flavor that melts in your mouth like a spoon of butter is your favorite midday tea-time snack Please forgive me for it... - [Poem: Pickle Jar](https://literaryyard.com/2018/03/07/poem-pickle-jar/): By: Susmita Bhat The chili pickle sitting on the shelf was as red as fire Its sharp smell and fiery taste seemed to have grown after sitting untouched for several months As I closed the refrigerator door the shelf fell crushing... - [Poem: Silent Confrontation](https://literaryyard.com/2018/02/27/poem-silent-confrontation/): By: Gary Glauber Uprooted from routine this spring mizzle seems cunningly contrived to overthrow presumption. Heavenly tears clarify this foggy tedium slowly descending when memory marries desire. This juvenescent digression sprawls past simple grin, careening carefully into another fixed expression, stone-faced,... - [Poem: Making Memories](https://literaryyard.com/2018/02/27/poem-making-memories/): By: Gary Glauber A tepid night invites possibility, a chance at significance, something temporal that might last beyond this happy moon’s slow journey. Imagination curves into persuasion as conscious singularity takes root, knitting the dark into webs of realization through forces... - [Poem: Flotsam & Jetsam](https://literaryyard.com/2018/02/27/poem-flotsam-jetsam/): By: Gary Glauber Picturesque afternoon into evening, further proof of my own misgivings. Have I willfully misled her? Sounds of crashing waves allow minds to wander. Howard thinks she’s vapid, incapable of tackling philosophical queries that regularly riddle our conversations. She... - [Poem: The Night](https://literaryyard.com/2018/02/26/poem-the-night/): By: Gabriella Mejico As the mercury drops, and twilight passes into night. I greet Cetus and Orion as they travel through the Milky Way. A freezing caress lures me deeper into the night. Time is forgotten, and all that remains are... - [Poem: Fable Haiku](https://literaryyard.com/2018/02/26/poem-fable-haiku/): By: Denny E. Marshall after incident the three bears change locks goldilocks meets up with little red riding hood three bears surprise wolf jack’s magic beanstalk only climb up short distance harvest giant beans realize bad kisser that day riding in... - [Poem: Underground Shelter Tanka](https://literaryyard.com/2018/02/26/poem-underground-shelter-tanka/): By: Denny E. Marshall after countless years in deep underground shelter open steel hatch door airless as much of shock as sight of asteroid surface spend year’s underground finally the day arrives open hatch with caution step on surface, air is... - [Story: Roger 2 Into the Blue](https://literaryyard.com/2018/02/24/story-roger-2-into-the-blue/): By: Gentle Culpepper Rotting flesh on a stick The cool winds flow from the valleys of the dead. The foul souls surfing nervous seas stuffed with hate caress fat cheeks of the chunky man riding the devil’s wheels. The morning air... - [Screenplay: Burthen of Sanity](https://literaryyard.com/2018/02/23/screenplay-burthen-of-sanity/): By: Suneet Paul The setting is of a spacious furnished room with two beds placed at right angles to each other. There is a twin seater and a comfortable chair with a coffee table on the side at one corner of... - [Poem: Young](https://literaryyard.com/2018/02/23/poem-young/): By: James Croal Jackson I can tell you how many points LeBron scored last night or who won the World Series, but I can’t fix the leaking faucet in the bathroom, won’t mow the lawn if not overgrown. I don’t change... - [Poem: Stuck in an elevator](https://literaryyard.com/2018/02/23/poem-stuck-in-an-elevator/): By: James Croal Jackson Between floors I meet calm– meditation when firefighters arrive. Frank O’Hara might be proud though there were no red lights streaming in how one can wedge one’s own ideology in a wavering tower halfway to clouds but... - [Story: Future Child](https://literaryyard.com/2018/02/22/story-future-child/): By: Christopher S. Bell I got jealous today, but it didn’t feel normal. She was maybe sixteen and didn’t know much about anything. I still found myself trying to sound cool, though, like this girl could whisk me away. I’d tell... - [Poem: Comparison](https://literaryyard.com/2018/02/22/poem-comparison/): By: Balu George When you read in the papers, About a successful young entrepreneur, 5 or 10 years younger than you, Do you feel irritated and sad? Now let me ask you something. Do you enjoy eating a Masala dosa?... - [Poem: Let her be](https://literaryyard.com/2018/02/22/poem-let-her-be/): By: Balu George If somebody boasts, let her be. If somebody does not boast, let her also be. If somebody eats chicken by the reasoning that they can’t fly, let her be. If somebody thinks it shows a lack of empathy... - [Poem: burning through every nightmare](https://literaryyard.com/2018/02/19/poem-burning-through-every-nightmare/): By: Linda M Crate i am passionate and intense, but also vulnerable; people have always tried to exploit my kindness as if it were a weakness— but i am no fool i can see through their masks even if i... - [Poem: Winter feels endless](https://literaryyard.com/2018/02/19/poem-winter-feels-endless/): By: Linda M Crate the cardinal found his way to the branches of my mother’s tree which produces too many walnuts come autumn which i would carry away by the bucket full as a girl to throw in the woods... - [Poem: Playground of the fae](https://literaryyard.com/2018/02/19/poem-playground-of-the-fae/): By: Linda M Crate i walk past a magical grove where faeries play they don’t seem to mind me although they hide in the trees or ivy on the ground when i walk past i can feel their presence as... - [An analysis of Emily Dickinson’s (1830 – 1886) “Because I could not stop for death”](https://literaryyard.com/2018/02/19/an-analysis-of-emily-dickinsons-1830-1886-because-i-could-not-stop-for-death/): By Ian Fletcher Before I start my humble analysis, here is the poem to refresh the memories of those who know it and to introduce it to those who haven’t read this masterpiece of nineteenth century poetry: Because I could... - [Poem: Edged Double](https://literaryyard.com/2018/02/18/poem-edged-double/): By: Emily Ellison What is the value of temerity if in slugging along, I am still a lugubrious snake in the state of cardiovascular plunder? This gut holds but the jitters of mice tucked inside themselves, a false scale of scary... - [Poem: Swallowtails gulp down my frail](https://literaryyard.com/2018/02/18/poem-swallowtails-gulp-down-my-frail/): By: Emily Ellison Swallowtails gulp down my frail, yet renowned attempts at song. Notes, like black fish, burble in symphonic schools. Feed me nonverbal worms, for I have hunger for an earthbound tastiness, cuisine of the humble ground. Feasts reeking steamed... - [Poem: Beyond Recall](https://literaryyard.com/2018/02/18/poem-beyond-recall/): By: Ian Fletcher How busy I imagine they must have been in homes or offices farms or factories getting and spending living and loving until finally dying. How strange it seems they are now so still lying neglected here on this... - [Screenplay: Dad, I am having a heart attack](https://literaryyard.com/2018/02/18/screenplay-dad-i-am-having-a-heart-attack/): By Balu George Interior – Karthik’s Bedroom – Night – 2 AM. A boy in his mid– 20’s is asleep on the bed. This is Karthik, a Tamilian who suffers from anxiety disorder. He is tall, dark and handsome. He... - [Story: Wartime Disappearances](https://literaryyard.com/2018/02/16/story-wartime-disappearances/): By: Marie Chu “Elise! Where are you?” Jayce yelled. “Maybe I should check the orphanage.” He walked through the ruins of Tribeca, still in awe at the sheer damage the war had created. Remains of bullet shells littered the floor and... - [Poem: Burden](https://literaryyard.com/2018/02/16/poem-burden/): By: Aruna Subramanian Spines and blooms filled my path. Middle of the journey, I turned back To the sight Of reddened flowers. Bloody foot trails Burthened my Light travel… - [Poem: Trails](https://literaryyard.com/2018/02/16/poem-trails/): By: Aruna Subramanian     Low lying heights Symbolize the sky To a tiny bird That only hops. Blood filled quills, Unspread wings Withers away. Leaving behind The awaiting sky, To bear the trails Of grown feathers… - [Story: A Runaway](https://literaryyard.com/2018/02/15/story-a-runaway/): By: Ana Vidosavljevi It all started when I was 7. As far as I remember, my parents were fighting and arguing all the time. They couldn’t talk normally, actually, I think they couldn’t stand each other. I wonder how and why... - [Wellspring](https://literaryyard.com/2018/02/14/wellspring/): By: Dixon Hearne Warm springs draw the pilgrims forth, the bracing winds of winter at their back. Healing waters gurgling from the earth quell the worry, pacify the soul, sate the thirst of human longing— an ancient wisdom rediscovered. In... - [Poem: “Transitory”](https://literaryyard.com/2018/02/14/poem-transitory/): By: Dixon Hearne Steel mummies rust in scattered heaps as if tossed by pitchfork— littering the desert floor, changing shape with light and shadow and imagination. Debris. History. Art. A child’s roadside guessing game, chards and nuances of some former world... - [Poem: Antres](https://literaryyard.com/2018/02/12/poem-antres/): By: Lana Bella A fresco of fireflies bled sepia, mapped the night’s ration of willows suffering the rapids, threatening from some dusk, implacable shifts. Broke like leaves, runnel of years preyed on by the sparks of dandelions, breathing antres, seeping side- wards with... - [Poem: A Throat Circus](https://literaryyard.com/2018/02/12/poem-a-throat-circus/): By: Lana Bella Down she will come from among the branches and roots, feathered skirts pulled from the many birds of the meridian sea. She disciplined hands, forgetting an entire winter of throat missing glass, where sorrow and gin met in... - [Poem: Indigo](https://literaryyard.com/2018/02/12/poem-indigo/): By: Lana Bella Where earth was song and currents, I spread false indigo onto nights given glow of human skin, recalled to the pull of your hands in abeyance that was both real and omnipresent. Darkly of life I slept, pressing black to... - [Story: Young Republicans](https://literaryyard.com/2018/02/12/story-young-republicans/): By Henry Simpson The receptionist called and said I had a visitor who wanted to talk to me about a business. I went to the lobby and met a large man named Melvin Lacks who looked like someone who had... - [Shoe on the Other Foot](https://literaryyard.com/2018/02/11/shoe-on-the-other-foot/): By: Robert Bermudez teaching a classroom full of six year olds in Ecuador helped me to truly understand what it feels like to be on the other side of the immigrant experience Deciding it was time to both get away and... - [Story: Mangalsutra](https://literaryyard.com/2018/02/11/story-mangalsutra/): By Ramprasath 1 “How much can you afford?” Agent Neel asked. His eyes fell all over Renuga. Renuga appeared gorgeous despite her simple clothing. She just wore a red cotton saree with sandal blouse. A faultless glowing fleshy skin coupled... - [Story: The Night of](https://literaryyard.com/2018/02/09/story-the-night-of/): By: Eryn King Freezing and numb, the world looked like it was beginning to fade away as darkness slowly took over my eye sight. Did I meet it–death I mean, the action or fact of dying or being killed; the end... - [Poem: Superhot](https://literaryyard.com/2018/02/09/poem-superhot/): By: Jeremy Kim Loud clicks and taps His face a red sun I look to my screen Just chilling in a corner A cry for help His temper getting hotter I walk to him He’s surrounded by enemies I fire and... - [Poem: Abandoned Piano](https://literaryyard.com/2018/02/08/poem-abandoned-piano/): By: Alex Lobera The lid and prop, detached, lie nearby: abandoned sword and shield of a once-proud warrior of song. The former-grand now lies on its side, exposed, its case open, frame and strings, the innards of one more dead, spilt... - [Poem: ‘L.’](https://literaryyard.com/2018/02/08/poem-l/): By: Alex Lobera He was never born, yet I held him in my hands. Too early to be dead, much too early to be alive. I can’t remember all his features yet they are etched by Life’s stern chisel in the... - [Poem: A Painful Rose](https://literaryyard.com/2018/02/08/poem-a-painful-rose/): By: Tiffany Lee If a flower could feel, Then it would know only love. But the rose does not know the pain it gives to others, Its thorns wear the blood of others. With a touch of the rose, The whole... - [Progress](https://literaryyard.com/2018/02/07/progress/): By: Raymond Greiner How is progress clearly gauged? Is progress a machine or device invented to create less physical or mental challenge to daily routines? When does comfort become a negative and hard work a positive? In reality both offer favorable... - [Poem: There Was This One Time](https://literaryyard.com/2018/02/07/poem-there-was-this-one-time/): By: Cattail Jester there were more flowers here one time once upon a once upon she was a beauty queen before the pregnancy the shattered dreams the beating now it’s a burned up place where salt is sewn but I... - [Poem: Din and Den](https://literaryyard.com/2018/02/07/poem-din-and-den/): By: Cattail Jester he’s a loud noise in the back pulling fur of winter over his back to keep warm she’s a quiet sound wandering in the middle of winter melting snow with her bare feet it’s that kind of thawing... - [Gerardo From Skidrow](https://literaryyard.com/2018/02/06/gerardo-from-skidrow/): By: Jolo Motus When Gerardo started sleeping under the stop sign in the corner of my neighborhood, everything changed. Two summers ago, Gerardo ended up in Academy Way, the street I lived in. He told me that he was normally from... - [Poem: Take Off](https://literaryyard.com/2018/02/05/poem-take-off/): By: Stacy Chi The world that you live in will never last Welcome to your mysterious life And say good-bye to the past You will be worried and scared Always holding the feeling of fear But don’t worry you will be... - [The Truth About Distance](https://literaryyard.com/2018/02/05/the-truth-about-distance/): By: Lauren Waites I was 2,600 miles away from my friends, my pets, and my bed, and I wanted nothing more than tangible evidence that I existed in those moments in El Paso, Texas, or Albuquerque, New Mexico, or Fort Smith,... - [Memoir: Cardboard](https://literaryyard.com/2018/02/03/memoir-cardboard/): By: Abigail Dizon I was told that cardboard boxes are better than tents because they don’t trap heat. This is what Marlene, a homeless woman living on Skid Row, told us when my cousins and I gave her an extra box... - [Poem: History](https://literaryyard.com/2018/02/03/poem-history/): By:  Brianna Katsuda He shoots the gun She is about to impress everyone The wind blows through her hair as she glides through the air She doesn’t hear the crowds cheering or her competition sneering She can only think: be... - [Story: The Will to Kill](https://literaryyard.com/2018/02/03/story-the-will-to-kill/): By: Brianna Katsuda “This could be it,” Avery proclaimed. “Please stop talking so loud, mom can still hear you,” Anna whispered. “If she doesn’t get better soon, I’m going to pull the plug.” “Can you please keep your voice down? We... - [Poem: I Just Want A Phone](https://literaryyard.com/2018/02/02/poem-i-just-want-a-phone/): By: Noah Kim “Just wait till you’re older” Is what my mother told me When I begged her for a phon Ever since I was fourteen “You don’t really need it” My four sisters said to me But they were being... - [Road Trip](https://literaryyard.com/2018/02/02/story-road-trip/): By: Maribel Balaoro “How long did you think I would wait?” Madeline shouts from the car. “Sorry Mady, I forgot something from the apartment.” Suzy said as she opened the trunk and threw in several trash bags. “C’mon! Let’s go, we’re... - [Poem: Where do the Woods Part](https://literaryyard.com/2018/02/02/poem-where-do-the-woods-part/): By: KJ Hannah Greenberg Where do the woods part, castles touching the sky, Succulent dropes growing pulsed to common lies? When is a kitten sinking, drowning in the river, Watched by a school girl drilled not to save her? How long... - [Poem: Sauntering around Remote Corners](https://literaryyard.com/2018/02/02/poem-sauntering-around-remote-corners/): By: KJ Hannah Greenberg In most remote corners, mayhap, where societies cut loose, Sauntering away from municipalities’ dry toast-quaffing Patients, stoned artists suffering alimentary misfortunes, Paid rumors of: plastic pony rape, alopecia, and debt, Circulate ‘round factories, enrich thieves, cure halitosis,... - [Story: Algodon](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/31/story-algodon-2/): By Gaither Stewart The last time I saw Algodón was in the instant before the medics pulled the sheet over his face. From my fourth floor balcony across the narrow street, even in the faint late-night illumination, I could perceive... - [Story: "The Bronx Safari Trip"](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/30/story-the-bronx-safari-trip/): By: Jerry Vilhotti  Gianni sat in the back of the car totally engulfed by cigar smoke which was coming from his father’s nervous puffing which grew more frantic the closer they were approaching the foothills; the Father swore he could... - [Poem: Representation](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/30/poem-representation/): By: JD DeHart To take the word and conjure it in mixed media, to take another’s narrative and wrap it in our own metaphor, playing the game of placing or noting emerging codes, to take many paragraphs and truncate them... - [Poem: Grim](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/30/poem-grim/): By: JD DeHart Now, I’m really not a bad reaper, just happen to be born this way. Imagine me, if you can, pressed from the womb in a dark hood. Some people choose jobs, some jobs… well, they’re compelled by... - [Poem: A Tired Traveler](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/29/poem-a-tired-traveler/): By: Abishake Koul  I count the number of flights I have taken this year I don’t post any statuses or spam social media I am not sure what is the break even to gloat about it But I sure feel tired... - [Poem: My Mirror Speaks to Me](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/29/poem-my-mirror-speaks-to-me/): By: Abishake Koul It’s just an illusion, my friend Even the pain isn’t real at times Love begets love is propaganda And Romeo didn’t die Only the dumb know such stuff Some who can’t speak And some who don’t say... - [Poem: Lifetime](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/29/poem-lifetime/): By: Dr. Neeraja Mani lifetime ,settled its eyes within the last flame of the dying fire it flew around the lantern cursing all the worthless days passed Silently suffocated within the tearfull channel over the cheeks wished to sleep eternally into... - [Story: Great Hall of Rejected Writers](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/27/story-great-hall-of-rejected-writers/): By: Stephanie Musarra “You are here, because the world rejects you,” the professor said, “Society has shunned you, and mommy, and daddy want nothing to do with you.” He paced the floor of the dungeon. “I took you in to keep... - [Poem: Rain of colors...](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/27/poem-rain-of-colors/): By: Aruna Subramanian My pallid days become a colorful palette in many rainy evenings by the countless colors of pretty parasols you hold up for me. Let’s paint the path with love and joy as we saunter beneath a bubble holding... - [Story: The Last Great Family of Brooklyn](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/27/story-the-last-great-family-of-brooklyn/): By: Steve Slavin 1 Albemarle Road is not just the most beautiful thoroughfare in the group of seven neighborhoods known as Victorian Flatbush, but perhaps in all of Brooklyn. Most of the homes were built around the turn of the nineteenth... - [Finding the Keys Again](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/26/finding-the-keys-again/): By: Pam Munter It’s easy to lose track of what matters in a life that’s busy and complicated. The process of reconnecting with the self and one’s passions sometimes can come from unexpected places. Like summer camp, for instance. Though... - [Poem: Man's Best Friend](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/26/poem-mans-best-friend/): By: Arthur J. Willhelm I have a dog This dog is full Of love and Affection He sleeps on An armchair While humanity Rips itself Apart While wars are Fought And man gets ahead By stepping on Other men I’m not... - [Poem: The Human Heart Beats Backwards](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/26/poem-the-human-heart-beats-backwards/): By: William Wren The human heart retreats. It recedes as it progresses. It devolves as it evolves, reversing as it beats. The human heart beats backwards but that isn’t how it starts. An infant, it moves forward with a million expectations.... - [Poem: Look into my eyes](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/25/poem-look-into-my-eyes/): By: Surabhi Kaushik Look into my eyes and you will see my wounds still raw as fresh meat my frozen tears that never flowed through the walls of my heart for they have now turned into stone Your smile is kind... - [Story: Losing a Gangster](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/25/story-losing-a-gangster/): By: Ramprasath In several ways, John Dragon established himself as the gangster of the inter-galactic. Every restaurant along the inter-galactic route has to pay him his share. He was the pirate in that part of the universe. Attacking and robbing space... - [Poem: Little One](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/25/poem-little-one/): By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick By the age of one and a half, Little One obviously unusual, maybe a bit odd, but gave the sweetest kisses, but only after he stopped licking A quirky baby was he, spending warm mornings soaking... - [Poem: Praying For Her Heart](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/25/poem-praying-for-her-heart/): By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick Standing in the doorway with tears streaming down her face, lashing out pain, frustration, helplessness Choking back tears listening to her daughter’s words, observing how beautiful she is, long hair shimmering in the sunlight The sparkle... - [Poem: Creases in My Heart](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/24/poem-creases-in-my-heart/): By: Beaubo Creases in my heart. Flaws of my soul. And you, my estranged, what do you desire through the condemnation, disorientation, magnification, distortion, and manipulation? Solace, my purported, Beloved? - [Poem: Love Me Forever](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/24/poem-love-me-forever/): By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick Will you still love me when the sky changes from sunshine to rain Will you still love me the same When my eyes of blue close forever Will you love me Will you despise I was... - [Google launches audiobooks on Google Play](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/24/google-launches-audiobooks-on-google-play/): Looking at the increasing inclination towards the use of voice commands and personal digital assistants, Google today announced the launch of audiobooks on the Google Play store in India. Users can now experience their favorite literature read out to them... - [Story: Close Encounters](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/23/story-close-encounters/): By Suneet Paul It was Sonali’s fortieth birthday today. Her angular face still had that seductive charm of the yester-years, although the hair had started showing signs of grey at the temples and the back of the head. Faint wrinkles... - [How to become an amazing motivational speaker](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/23/how-to-become-an-amazing-motivational-speaker/): Public speaking is not easy but an art that takes a lot from you before you master it. It not only requires a lot of hardwork but courage to put your ideas across in front of an audience. Never assume... - [Poem: My Grandfather’s Wig](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/23/poem-my-grandfathers-wig/): By: Richard Luftig I was about six when Grandpa stopped by on his way home from work. He smiled at me, said: You’ll never guess what I have under my hat. He doffed his fedora and I saw his hair, brown,... - [Poem: A Stack of 45’s](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/23/poem-a-stack-of-45s/): By: Richard Luftig I tried to explain them to a Millennial once but it didn’t take. How they looked: squat, dressed in their sheer plastic. Mouths wide open in perpetual surprise. And always those B-sides: I’m a Hog for You Baby.... - [Poem: What it Was](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/23/poem-what-it-was/): By: Richard Luftig He is intent In his life To make This journey His home. But every passing Day causes Pause Like pen Poised upon Blank page. There are No words left To explain Her absence. It is more Like ice... - [Poem: Why fear Martial Law in the Philippines?](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/22/poem-why-fear-martial-law-in-the-philippines/): By: April Mae M. Berza As I have said, it will depend on [the President]. It is his decision, I cannot preempt him. Anyway, why are you so scared of martial law? -PNP Chief Dela Rosa, Rappler PNP Chief Dela Rosa... - [Poem: World Peace Begins at Home/After the Divorce](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/22/poem-world-peace-begins-at-home-after-the-divorce/): By: Connie Woodring Waltzing battle, all is calm— A higher calm, threatening storm and conflict perhaps present at the flick of a wrong note, out of tune peace. No more blood, only stains (what do they mean?) No more glaring, historical... - [Daymond John's 4 favorite books that changed his life](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/21/daymond-johns-4-favorite-books-that-changed-his-life/): I thought that we should not to refrain from featuring a few motivational speakers and authors from the business world. I picked it up from the famous business website about Daymond John. As his webiste says: Daymond John has come... - [Story: The Money Dog](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/21/story-the-money-dog/): By Cathy Beaudoin Like all the other nights we sleep by the river, my guide dog’s the one who ends up on the cardboard box, avoiding the roots and sticks that might poke her in the middle of the night.... - [Poem: An Old Dodge](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/21/poem-an-old-dodge/): By: Christine Jackson We got married in the spring and after too many bellyfuls of mac and cheese in the wet summer heat, you hankered for a change. You had eighty-two dollars in your jeans pocket. I kept a rumored job... - [Poem: Disorder in Key West](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/21/poem-disorder-in-key-west/): By: Christine Jackson Key West spins away from a mainland where it has never fit. My life no longer fits. My mind roams where trees with silver leaves rustle in dappled light, kestrels cry, and lemon air soothes the yearning in... - [Poem: Blind](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/21/poem-blind/): By: Christine Jackson Like you, last night’s rain had moved on leaving me stranded in a dawn mist. My terrier nudges me into the day’s walk. We pass a wrought iron fence still coated with rain, and a row of dripping... - [Poem: Destination Nowhere](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/21/poem-destination-nowhere/): By: Ian Fletcher He sits across from me his coffee on the table cell phone in his hand surfing, tapping messages to who knows whom my ephemeral companion on the express train. Portly, middle-aged he appears neither happy nor sad an... - [Poem: Fallen Deep](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/20/poem-fallen-deep/): By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick Jump up, fall down Hold on, hang on, losing grip Caught in spiraling vortex No way out, no hand to reach They vanished, world departed Unknown reason, why the chosen one Unidentifiable horrendous act or a... - [Poem: My First and Last Love](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/20/poem-my-first-and-last-love/): By: Zunayet Ahammed You are a symbol of beauty You are more than the stars of the sky more than the clouds, the fragrance of roses the blue of the sea or the sparkling beauty of the dancing brook You... - [Story: The Culprit Was Winter](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/19/story-the-culprit-was-winter/): By: Timothy Naslund Late December chills persuaded our ears further into our coat collars. Our extremities screamed inward with frozen numbness cries to our legs to pedal us into a direction of some place warm and well equipped to inebriate the... - [Story: A Lily’s Smile](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/19/story-a-lilys-smile/): By: Hasu Leal There was once a little girl named Lily Allen. She had big, brown eyes like her father, thick, brown curls like her mother and beautiful, brown skin like her peers. Every night, her mother would tuck her in... - [Story: Blueberry Season](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/19/story-blueberry-season/): By T.Y. Euliano Physiology, pharmacology, toxicology…kill-me-now-logy. First year of medical school finally over, Emily left Boston with a full brain, empty pockets, and a desperate need for salt air and decompression. Her parents still in Europe, she had the house... - [Poem: I’d Like to Think](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/18/poem-id-like-to-think/): By: Holly Day Every once in a while, I make the mistake of wondering what it’s all about, if there is any point if I really belong to this vast, blackness of universe if removing this one microscopic piece that’s... - [Poem: This House](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/18/poem-this-house/): By: Holly Day  The trees grow close to the old house, reach out with blossom-stippled limbs as if trying to remember. There are bodies buried beneath the layers of stucco and drywall, a skeleton built up of skeletons stolen from a... - [Poem: Losing The Battle](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/18/poem-losing-the-battle/): By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick The voices are loud The voices are whispering, always present Racing thoughts, others pull up a seat Muddling the wires, recipe for obsession No peace No peace Never peace nor quiet Soothing music, sunshine upon the... - [The Influence of Nature on Human Life](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/18/the-influence-of-nature-on-human-life/): By: Indunil Madhusankha Nature is the life blood of all living beings on earth. All flora and fauna including us, the human beings are part and parcel of nature. According to Wikipedia, the free encyclopaedia, nature refers to the set of... - [Poem: The slow lonely moments](https://literaryyard.com/2018/01/13/poem-the-slow-lonely-moments/): By: Kara Roberts the slow lonely moments that drip by and drizzle like stampeding tar black and ugly. it’s a lanky sedated parade of disingenuous smiles barely rippling the surface of the ancient tongue-tied statue who can’t feel the grains of... - [Poem: It’s About Time](https://literaryyard.com/2019/02/26/poem-its-about-time/): By: Alan Berger We get born, then we dieIn the middle We love, try, laugh, and cry I Need a break to de-charge my batteries Need a push to forgive my enemies Need to lay under a tree With a... - ['Syria! No Country for Innocents' and other poems by S Manoj](https://literaryyard.com/2019/02/25/syria-no-country-for-innocents-and-other-poems-by-s-manoj/): By: S Manoj Syria! No Country for Innocents. Cry for life, Call for help, More than half a decade, Goes unheard. The capitalists, Communists, And the democrats, Turn a deaf ear. Supporters of the president, Rebels of the president, The... - [Story: The Coyote](https://literaryyard.com/2019/02/25/story-the-coyote/): By: The Birch Twins He closed his eyes against the dust as the bus drew away. Walking down the middle of the highway, he exchanged looks with a mangy looking coyote. Typical of her. She wouldn’t even feed the hungry... - [Poem: Fishing the Highland Lochs](https://literaryyard.com/2019/02/25/poem-fishing-the-highland-lochs/): By: Don Thompson (Norman MacCaig) His manuscripts must’ve smelled like cigarettes, stained by coffee cup rings, with notes to himself in the margins about which lures to take on the next fishing trip— Dunkell, Black Pennell, Wickham’s Fancy… I can hear... - [Poem: Chrysalism](https://literaryyard.com/2019/02/21/poem-chrysalism/): By: Gizelle Verduzco Light taps of rain cleanse the earth, Almost like a toddler running on top of my roof. A mirage of grey tears fall from the dim sky, The sun disappears into an abyss. The crackling release of... - [Story: Old Clothes](https://literaryyard.com/2019/02/21/story-old-clothes/): By: Michal Reibenbach For several years now my friend Shifra and I have been in the habit of collecting old clothes from our family and friends. When we have managed to gather together a substantial amount we load the clothes... - [Story: The Cemetery](https://literaryyard.com/2019/02/21/story-the-cemetery/): By: Michal Reibenbach “I always visit my sister’s grave at this time of year, just before Yom Kippur. Would you come to the cemetery with me tomorrow for I really hate going alone?” Elia asks me over the phone. “Yes,... - [Poem: Even a king](https://literaryyard.com/2019/02/14/poem-even-a-king/): By: Alan Berger Even a KingThat is going to breakHas not a clue of his impending fate Any promise I hurl at youSoon in time Will turn on me like a screw When the rain comes in To shower my... - [WB Governor, Keshari Nath Tripathi Launches Book Dedicated to Swami Pragyananand at the Kumbh Mela](https://literaryyard.com/2019/02/14/wb-governor-keshari-nath-tripathi-launches-book-dedicated-to-swami-pragyananand-at-the-kumbh-mela/): Famous Industrialist and Philanthropist Mr. Dinesh Shahra’s book, ‘Simplicity & Wisdom’ was launched at Parmarth Ashram in Kumbh Mela. The book is dedicated to Late eminent Vedanti Swami Pragananandji. Famous Industrialist and Philanthropist Mr. Dinesh Shahra’s book, ‘Simplicity & Wisdom’... - [Old acquaintances](https://literaryyard.com/2019/02/13/old-acquaintances/): By: Eric Burbridge The day started questionable; a stubbed toe, dropped medication in the toilet and alarm test failure. Discouraging, but I refused to abandon the plan. The plan; reconnect, instead of going out of town with the family, with... - [Tiger of Mysore’s Pogrom in Melkote](https://literaryyard.com/2019/02/13/tiger-of-mysores-pogrom-in-melkote/): By: Ram Govardhan Tipu Sultan, the Badhsah of Kingdom of Mysore, robed in silky raiment gleaming with jewels, was stomping around in piked shoes in the glittering Darbar-e-Khas of the Daria Daulat Bagh Palace in Srirangapatna, at a measured pace,... - [Story: The Fishing Hole](https://literaryyard.com/2019/02/13/story-the-fishing-hole/): By: R. E. Hengsterman They stood in waist-high feathery plume grass which gathered around the large pond. Two fishing poles lay against a folding chair whose canvas seat sheltered an aspiring pink tackle box and a container of red worms... - [Effective Ways to keep yourself stress free during pregnancy](https://literaryyard.com/2019/02/12/effective-ways-to-keep-yourself-stress-free-during-pregnancy/): Being mother is one of the blissful experiences for every woman. But it is not easy to be a mother. Especially during the pregnancy, women have to go through a lot of anxiety and stress. The stress can be caused... - ['Mother’s history' and other poems by Gopal Lahiri](https://literaryyard.com/2019/02/12/mothers-history-and-other-poems-by-gopal-lahiri/): By: Gopal Lahiri Mother’s history Here the women take on mother’s history, The caress of a finger, a faint touch, the idea of a shelter, the silent ecstasy in the womb; A city square recalls the bliss of a love... - [Brando’s Stand In](https://literaryyard.com/2019/02/12/brandos-stand-in/): By Andrew Chinich This rented Hollywood bungalow life reminds me of ‘Last Tango in Paris’. I too am somewhat of an American expatriate as I’ve always looked at Los Angeles to be a foreign country. It’s an alien culture-club drenched... - [Poem: Burning Anger](https://literaryyard.com/2019/02/12/poem-burning-anger/): By: David Yi Anger feels hot as his red skin starts to flare His cries of anger are loud like a warcry The taste of anger is dangerously spicy, enough to make a man die The burning smell as his... - [Poem: Until that gathering day](https://literaryyard.com/2019/02/12/poem-until-that-gathering-day/): By: EG Ted Davis I pray for the health of this body, Lord, but if it shall fail me- as it eventually will- take me to my state of rest- leave behind my bones- until that gathering day. - [Exercise may keep Alzheimer's disease away from you](https://literaryyard.com/2019/02/11/exercise-may-keep-alzheimers-disease-away-from-you/): Alzheimer’s is a type of dementia that causes memory loss, hampers thinking process and brings in behavioral changes. Symptoms usually develop slowly and get worse over time, becoming severe enough to interfere with daily tasks. Alzheimer’s is a progressive disease.... - [Columbia Asia Hospitals launches its Patient Engagement Suite](https://literaryyard.com/2019/02/11/columbia-asia-hospitals-launches-its-patient-engagement-suite/): MphRx announces that Columbia Asia Hospitals, a chain of 28 hospitals across India, Malaysia, Indonesia and Vietnam, has launched their Patient Engagement Application Suite, with patient-facing applications available on Web, Android and Apple devices. Powered by MphRx’s FHIR based digital... - [Six Haikus Explaining Life](https://literaryyard.com/2019/02/11/six-haikus-explaining-life/): By: Mark Kodama The Fly The noise of the fly, Shattered quiet of the shade, On a summer’s day. Undocumented, But history nonetheless, Etched in the Memory of a mortal man. The Frog The frog eyed its prey. A dragonfly... - [Story: Requiem for Icarus](https://literaryyard.com/2019/02/11/story-requiem-for-icarus/): By: Mark Kodama All his life, Icarus wanted to do something great, heroic, perhaps even save the world. Now at 40, the fate of the human race on earth rested on his shoulders. To be sure, Icarus was smart, some... - [Conference Tales](https://literaryyard.com/2019/02/10/conference-tales/): By: Nathaniel Okolo TALE 1 Day 1 I decided to steal another quick glance at her, the tenth in less than ten minutes, might have been more, definitely not less. Oops! Our eyes met again, why must she decide to... - [Story: Words unspoken](https://literaryyard.com/2019/02/10/story-words-unspoken/): By Gaither Stewart THE POWER OF LOVE Since his return home from the war Helmut had never felt emotions of normal human warmth. The atmosphere in those maddened postwar years had been chaotic. Life was different then. He too had... - [Small conversation of a valedictorian with his master](https://literaryyard.com/2019/02/07/small-conversation-of-a-valedictorian-with-his-master/): By: Paweł Markiewicz As a tribute to Hugo Grotius The triple Mondo 5-7-7 5-7-7 Valedictorian*as Master(=Scientist) a young scientist …………………….. V: Has philosophy of politics something to do with the untroubled and peaceful? M: It is untroubled like magic marvellous... - [Two poems of a not-Hindus to goddess Kali](https://literaryyard.com/2019/02/07/two-poems-of-a-not-hindus-to-goddess-kali/): By: Paweł Markiewicz I full goblet I become an existence when Your memory shines goblet of Osiris I miss at will cup without blood comes true spell of dew I am blissful butterfly you turn dew into essence fog over... - [Krishna Saying Hello to Krishna](https://literaryyard.com/2019/02/07/krishna-saying-hello-to-krishna/): By: Prashil Kumar Hello Krishna, “The spirit lives on. It never perishes”. This is what my father told me and my sister back in the village. My spirit will deliver this letter to you. With over I billion followers and... - [Amazon Crossing to publish a true crime story from the archives of Stieg Larsson](https://literaryyard.com/2019/02/06/amazon-crossing-to-publish-a-true-crime-story-from-the-archives-of-stieg-larsson/): Amazon Crossing, the literature in translation imprint of Amazon Publishing, announced today the acquisition of The Man Who Played with Fire: Stieg Larsson’s Lost Files and the Hunt for an Assassin by Jan Stocklassa, translated by Tara F. Chace for... - [Story: The Stone](https://literaryyard.com/2019/02/06/story-the-stone/): By: Nick Sweeney ‘I treasure your letters,’ he read. ‘I hear your pen scratch the page, see you walking to the post. This chain of events cuts through logic to crystal clear beauty in my mind, your letters the result,... - [Story: The Sun Dance](https://literaryyard.com/2019/02/06/story-the-sun-dance/): By: Mark Kodama It was the summer of 1876. The great white father was demanding that we sell our land to them – land that was not ours to sell – and then move to the reservation – where only... - [Poem: In the middle](https://literaryyard.com/2019/02/06/poem-in-the-middle/): By Alan Berger In the middle of the night At the tail end of another tales thought flight I remembered I line That made me give back all the lines of advices I ever had bought “If you are scared... - [Poem: Last Dance](https://literaryyard.com/2019/02/05/poem-last-dance/): By Michael Mogel An ancient rhythm a ritual that defies time like dancing the Argentine Tango. A frozen face like a mask hiding the fear of death. The touch of another invading a stream of movement. The tune is always... - [Poems: 'A Late Quartet of Beethoven' n 'The Music Teacher'](https://literaryyard.com/2019/02/05/poems-a-late-quartet-of-beethoven-n-the-music-teacher/): By: Carl Parsons A Late Quartet of Beethoven Old men were playing a late quartet of Beethoven and resonant wood throbbed in ancient hands and skeletal fingers rubbed the music’s body like a lover like a magician of death and... - [Review: 'Visits and Other Passages' by Carol Smallwood](https://literaryyard.com/2019/02/05/review-visits-and-other-passages-by-carol-smallwood/): By: Ronald Primeau Visits and Other Passages by Carol Smallwood, Marquis Lifetime Achievement AwardWinner. Georgetown, Kentucky: Finishing Line Press, 2019. 115 pages, $18.99. In her latest of over sixty books,the prolific Carol Smallwood serves up a feast of genres in... - ['Herdsmen stick together' and other poems by Ruth Z. Deming](https://literaryyard.com/2019/02/04/herdsmen-stick-together-and-other-poems-by-ruth-z-deming/): By: Ruth Z. Deming HERDSMEN STICK TOGETHER Chillingly cold I stand at front door at midnight my forehead seeming to freeze Clouds like huge grey curls roil about the sky in silent vengeance All of us herdsmen on our street... - [A view from the top](https://literaryyard.com/2019/02/04/a-view-from-the-top/): By: Alan Berger I had the top bunk in jail. It wasn’t lonely at the top, or at the bottom in any of the bunks in dorm A. One of the most emotional sightings I had was in the first... - ['The Little League Game' and other poems by Linnea Cooley](https://literaryyard.com/2019/02/04/the-little-league-game-and-other-poems-by-linnea-cooley/): By: Linnea Cooley The Little League Game  At the little league game, when a man (a parent from the opposing team)  stands with his fingers curled through the chain link fence and sees me at bat (head too big for... - ['A Couple' and other poems by John Grey](https://literaryyard.com/2019/02/01/a-couple-and-other-poems-by-john-grey/): By: John Grey A COUPLE We’re a couple. There’s been this path from you and me to us that we both willingly took. Now nothing is one us or the other. We’ve joined up. I lead. You follow. You lead.... - ['Final Edit' and other poems by Stacey Z Lawrence](https://literaryyard.com/2019/01/31/final-edit-and-other-poems-by-stacey-z-lawrence/): By: Stacey Z Lawrence FINAL EDIT for Jamal Khashoggi She waits down the street from the Mövenpick Istanbulis love cinema as foreigners carve and slice him first into slabs, then manageable portions. Hard men clad in blue denim, Italian loafers... - [Benefits of Drinking Chinese Tea](https://literaryyard.com/2019/01/31/benefits-of-drinking-chinese-tea/): People wanting to cut flab and aspire to be slim should keep green tea in their daily diet plan. Regularly drinking green tea helps you lose weight and reduce your risk of several diseases, including diabetes, heart disease and cancer.... - [The Way She Was - A Story](https://literaryyard.com/2019/01/30/the-way-she-was-a-story/): By Pamela J Picard The party expanded in size, growing, as if resting on a bubble, bigger and bigger with every breath. Just when the room seemed to be brimming beyond capacity, the door smashed open, giving the human gaggle... - ['Friends with benefits' and other poems by Lily Fields](https://literaryyard.com/2019/01/30/friends-with-benefits-and-other-poems-by-lily-fields/): By: Lily Fields Friends with benefits I know you cannot help the way you feel But your reaction to seeing me, always makes me reel. Yourself off of me, you refuse to peel, But the vent of your emotions, you’re... - [Why Hast Ye Forsaken Me?](https://literaryyard.com/2019/01/29/why-hast-ye-forsaken-me/): By Dakota Zambito   “Alright now, class. Everyone please direct your attention to the monitor.” David looked up at the monitor to see a live-cam image of a green and blue ball being warped by smoky clouds. “Can anyone tell... - ['You Finished' and 'The Thought Police'](https://literaryyard.com/2019/01/29/you-finished-and-the-thought-police/): By: Marc Carver YOU FINISHED I thought I was finished then I saw the little dog sat on the table outside the pub he was licking the beer from the glass and when another couple came out his tail started... - [My earliest childhood memories](https://literaryyard.com/2019/01/29/my-earliest-childhood-memories/): By: Sedo Elijah Ebinne “I remember playing outside my house with my very good friend. It was afternoon and the clouds which shielded the hot rays of the sun were a dull ash. I knew that the rains anytime now... - [Here are Interesting Online Tools for Writers](https://literaryyard.com/2019/01/28/here-are-interesting-online-tools-for-writers/): Writing a book requires authors to have access to the latest tools which help them drive through their projects. Penning a book on paper is an old, archaic thing which is not only time-consuming but has its own limitations. Smart... - [Tips Everyone Can Use to Write a Book](https://literaryyard.com/2019/01/28/tips-everyone-can-use-to-write-a-book/): WritersDigest offers interesting tips on writing a book. The tips are helpful for budding authors who aspire to write a book. The tips will help them to follow their book writing plan step by step. Write the story you’d most... - [Poem: Inner Voice](https://literaryyard.com/2019/01/28/poem-inner-voice/): By: Sahaj Sabharwal Inner Voice is a voice Which expels when no choice. Tolerance is silent inside noise Which becomes dangerous crime’s base. Including burning heart cries Which ignites when blood dries. Tension reaches greater heights Which internally firmly bites.... - ['Drop That Heavy Load' and other poems by Marcus Severns](https://literaryyard.com/2019/01/25/drop-that-heavy-load-and-other-poems-by-marcus-severns/): By: Marcus Severns Drop That Heavy Load You gotta unwind Your shoe laces, And let a load off your chest By letting go of the tension With a large breath; Let it go. The weight of the world is on... - [I am but a small mouse](https://literaryyard.com/2019/01/25/i-am-but-a-small-mouse/): By: Constance Woodring skittering through the edges of your life. So tiny, and yet so much power do I have over the female gender. They are taught by the age of three to scream “EEK!” at the sight of me,... - [Not facing the music](https://literaryyard.com/2019/01/25/not-facing-the-music/): By Alan Berger I certainly can’t blame you For throwing me out of our band Let us face the music I had a heroin addiction as big as the land Remember when they built that tour bus Just for our... - [Sweet Wood](https://literaryyard.com/2019/01/25/sweet-wood/): By: Mehreen Ahmed Late afternoon drizzles blighted the lights. Layered clouds, hung over in translucent folds. Dusky shadows fell upon a gully’s end. Next to this, a cinnamon farm lay stretched to the horizon. Tia Magnolia stood on this farm,... - ['Streetlamp' and other poems by Kevin O'Keeffe](https://literaryyard.com/2019/01/24/streetlamp-and-other-poems-by-kevin-okeeffe/): By: Kevin O’Keeffe Streetlamp I’ve long admired him, This steely Atlas, Denying the dark its nightly ambition. He is like a footman, stiff With some serious duty. Trusted, and attentive. Are we so different, he and I? He eyes the... - [Poem: Woman looking for a tongue!](https://literaryyard.com/2019/01/24/poem-woman-looking-for-a-tongue/): By : Amirah Al Wassif   they said your voice shouldn’t be heardwe need a woman without soundthen I asked my godo lord, do I count?and he answered me in shortraise your voice and shoutthey said we need a perfect... - [No Man’s Land](https://literaryyard.com/2019/01/23/no-mans-land/): By Gaither Stewart Get out your atlas. You will likely need it when you read farther here about the intriguing but little known story in a lesser known part of Alpine Europe: Italy’s northern territory of Alto Adige, better known... - [Poem: Old Friend](https://literaryyard.com/2019/01/23/poem-old-friend/): By: Steven Jakobi for Wally A bright blue morning, clean and fresh after the rain. An ordinary day of ordinary lives and ordinary tasks. Except that you left us today. A Wednesday in August. Like any other Wednesday during your... - [Poem: Boiling Sap](https://literaryyard.com/2019/01/23/poem-boiling-sap/): By: Steven Jakobi Deep snow stills the woods, ice sparkles in the morning sun, but the longer days are brighter and the wind is a bit kinder. The February sky is filled with the nasal chords of geese, the sonorous... - [My magic dream, which calls itself eternity](https://literaryyard.com/2019/01/23/my-magic-dream-which-calls-itself-eternity/): By: Pawel Markiewicz The Angels are flying in pairs through dreamy eternity the legendary fairies dreaming overnight the dwarfish primal world with a dreamed imagination the Leprechauns on the open sea Dream gull escapes with high tide Apollo’s wings in... - ['Black caviar with leftovers' and other poems by Peter Magliocco](https://literaryyard.com/2019/01/22/black-caviar-with-leftovers-and-other-poems-by-peter-magliocco/): By: Peter Magliocco black caviar with leftovers trudge into the nightfall of hungry consciousness & taste fallen fruit left rotting from a long-ago banquet. your daughter is nearly eleven, her bare feet pad softly across the mausoleum floor where leftovers... - [Poem: Parachute](https://literaryyard.com/2019/01/22/poem-parachute/): By: Aila Doyle Ignore the sound and fury. Read my lines. A desire to have a life, one combined. A sophic man, seeing into my soul. A woman afraid of losing control. Foolish girl, frightened and pulling away. Grasping to... - ['Moment' and other poems by Pawel Markiewicz](https://literaryyard.com/2019/01/21/moment-and-other-poems-by-pawel-markiewicz/): By: Pawel Markiewicz I Moment (1998) The moment flies like wind. It always ends. You can only remember it in thoughts, dreams and tears. The moment does not die, but it stays in its heart. In the bird and in... - ['Don't want to lose you' and other poems by Linda Crate](https://literaryyard.com/2019/01/21/dont-want-to-lose-you-and-other-poems-by-linda-crate/): By: Linda M Crate don’t want to lose you i guess you could call this broken thing in me a heart, but i always put the pieces back together differently after it’s been shattered; i know i won’t recognize it... - [Sexism in the Films of Jean-Luc Godard](https://literaryyard.com/2019/01/20/sexism-in-the-films-of-jean-luc-godard/): By Dan Morey A conversation is needed. A freewheeling debate. So I give you M and F, two critics who will examine gender depiction in Godard’s films. Critic F will argue that a deep-rooted sexism underlies much of the director’s... - [The Lucky Bastard](https://literaryyard.com/2019/01/20/the-lucky-bastard/): By: Alan Berger How the fuck did I get the nickname “Lucky”, lucky asked the mirror before him while attempting to hold his razor steady as he started to shave. Maybe it’s like when they call a bald guy “Curly”,... - [Cosmic Depression](https://literaryyard.com/2019/01/20/cosmic-depression/): By: Constance Woodring Humans exist for only a zillion zillionth of a second, and yet there are those who cannot endure even breathing that brief air of the universe. - [A 2016 Carol](https://literaryyard.com/2019/01/20/a-2016-carol/): By: Austin J. Dalton “Frankly, it’s quite possible I could get used to you, because one day I will grow old enough or come to some point down the road and there won’t be anyone there but you.” The author... - [Sumptuous Naan and Puthena](https://literaryyard.com/2019/01/20/sumptuous-nan-puthena/): By: Pavle Radonic Following some weighing late afternoon Nilla it was that would be given a try for their naan. An initial look at the veg. counter proving underwhelming, a turn on heel and march out the door almost ensued.... - [Poem: Not facing the music](https://literaryyard.com/2019/01/15/poem-not-facing-the-music/): By: Alan Berger I certainly can’t blame you For throwing me out of our band Let us face the music I had a heroin addiction as big as the land Remember when they built that tour bus Just for our... - ['There is no footpath here' and other poems by Aneek Chatterjee](https://literaryyard.com/2019/01/15/there-is-no-footpath-here-and-other-poems-by-aneek-chatterjee/): By: Aneek Chatterjee There is no footpath here homeless & hawkers have conquered all There is no clean air around Outdated engines have driven it out Sounds of bullets are the only heartbeats one can feel Blood takes mothers’ tears... - [Story: Falling Stars](https://literaryyard.com/2019/01/09/story-falling-stars/): By Emon NC Shimmering amidst the pitch black velvet of the night, were a million diamonds of neon dreams. They created a fervent silvery shiver that danced in unison to the rhythm of it’s own creation. The sky above pales... - ["Maude, Clear As Day" and other poems by Lee Felty](https://literaryyard.com/2019/01/08/maude-clear-as-day-and-other-poems-by-lee-felty/): By: Lee Felty Maude, Clear As Day Old, she feeds the birds from her bare hands in winter. There are windows open and calling in the clouds. I have seen her concoct a bush with one store-bought rose. Today, her... - [Poem: When you are not around](https://literaryyard.com/2019/01/08/poem-when-you-are-not-around/): By: Aruna Subramanian I stay awake and silence the sounds around awaiting your call Or a single text.. I search your timeline for any updates.. I scroll my newsfeed Looking for your likes In any of the posts.. I check... - [Story: Survivors](https://literaryyard.com/2019/01/08/story-survivors/): By: Michal Reibenbach Climbing up the wall of my house are two Bougainvillea bushes, they partially creep over my bedroom’s window. The bushes are a joy to me. Their branches which turn in random ways are decorated with glossy, dark... - [Story: Cups of Tea](https://literaryyard.com/2019/01/08/story-cups-of-tea/): By: Michal Reibenbach After I married I went to live with my husband and daughter in an old broken down cottage way out in the country in a small village in Yorkshire. Things in our old cottage were forever falling... - [Story: My Bologna](https://literaryyard.com/2019/01/07/story-my-bologna/): By: Katharine Strange Sometimes I turn over in bed, eyes shut tightly against the morning light, and for a moment think I am still in New Jersey. I can almost smell the cat pee and Hamburger Helper. Then I’ll hear... - [Poems: if/in #88, #89, #90](https://literaryyard.com/2019/01/07/poems-if-in-88-89-90/): By: Darren C. Demaree if/in #88 what if all blinkingis code& there is no dustin our eyeswe’re giventhe answers& every time we cryreality washesaway reality ### if/in #89 every seahas a rimto exceedthe floodsnever takeaway the industriesthey’re supposed toit’s always... - [Turning of the tide](https://literaryyard.com/2019/01/07/turning-of-the-tide/): By: K.S.Subramanian Sakundan never harbored many expectations ever since he came to know himself. He even had a philosophical alibi for it. However one tries to know or discover himself he always hasn’t known or unearthed an area of his... - [Lake Peekskill](https://literaryyard.com/2019/01/05/lake-peekskill/): By Milt Montague It was Saturday and Milt was driving up to Lake Peekskill from Manhattan. He had closed their shop on Madison Avenue at 6:00 PM, rushed home for the car, only an eight minute walk, and was now... - [Magic, Magic](https://literaryyard.com/2019/01/05/magic-magic/): By Milt Montague Johnson and Johnson had recently introduced a new line of Band-Aids. They came in several bright colors and were replete with interesting designs and patterns that appealed particularly to young boys and girls of all ages. At... - ['Canopy' and other poems by Eve Dobbins](https://literaryyard.com/2019/01/05/canopy-and-other-poems-by-eve-dobbins/): By: Eve Dobbins Canopy Seeks middle ground Seeks listening to all concerned Draping itself moss-like between the two My-a-canopy Is an anomaly Which shouldn’t fit yet drapes gracefully As it rolls against the grain but it does It is not... - [Soon Enough and For a Long, Long, Time](https://literaryyard.com/2019/01/05/soon-enough-and-for-a-long-long-time/): By: S.D. Lavender Jimmy could almost hear his father’s voice saying what he used to say whenever it was time to help out a relative: Other people might like you, but family’s the only ones you can count on. The... - [Crustacean Love](https://literaryyard.com/2019/01/02/crustacean-love/): By: Andrew Chinich Shrimp, my Shrimp. How she came to be called Shrimp wasn’t nearly as interesting as the tale I wove of how she came by the name. I would tell all that enquired that she was Jean Shrimpton’s... - [Story: Gravity](https://literaryyard.com/2019/01/02/story-gravity/): By Eric Burbridge A whisper in Lamont Pell’s ear told him to stop at the bar and grill where the Air Force Academy females frequented. The self employed electrician grew bored with playing the field. He wanted a stable intelligent... - [The Inclusion Orthodoxy: what we write about when we write about diversity](https://literaryyard.com/2019/01/02/the-inclusion-orthodoxy-what-we-write-about-when-we-write-about-diversity/): By: Joe Bardin I don’t get out much as a writer, so attending a conference on nonfiction writing was an exposing experience. Someone joked by the end that this gaggle of introverted writers was exhausted after three full days of... - [Writing such a tribute to Anna Akhmatova](https://literaryyard.com/2019/01/02/writing-such-a-tribute-to-anna-akhmatova/): By: Pawel Markiewicz We have given a mathematical sum; components are flowers or blossoms, namely: a lady’s slipper’ orchid as well as a bleeding-heart. The flowers of the the lady’s slipper’ orchid are in relation to St. Maria (also in... - [Lament for a future in memory of Leonard Cohen](https://literaryyard.com/2019/01/02/lament-for-a-future-in-memory-of-leonard-cohen/): By Ron Ridenour I cried again this morning. Tears just burst out as I was dusting the house. I’d set Leonard Cohen “The Future” album on the record player to accompany my house chores. Give me back the Berlin wall... - [In the underground labyrinth](https://literaryyard.com/2018/12/23/in-the-underground-labyrinth/): By: Paweł Markiewicz A small ladybug wanted to visit a fairy-queen of ants in the underground under an ancient oak-druidic and its longing for stars was indeed romantic as well as like an primeval world – heroic. The ladybird found... - [Poem: The Privacy Invader](https://literaryyard.com/2018/12/23/poem-the-privacy-invader/): By: Olatubosun David I wonder how it goes through its path unknown Coiling like the snake’s whirling coil around a mango tree.Ascending rapidly into the sky, Riding on the wind’s backLike triumphant king returning from war front, Rising gently, narrowly,... - ['Tiny Metal Ghosts' and other poems by Holly Day](https://literaryyard.com/2018/12/20/tiny-metal-ghosts-and-other-poems-by-holly-day/): By: Holly Day Tiny Metal Ghosts The little robotic vacuum cleaner moves across the floor with such purpose, drawing patterns in the dust with the precision of a spider scrawling its web. I wonder if I watched the vacuum long... - [Story: Intruders](https://literaryyard.com/2018/12/20/story-intruders/): By Kate Rose They were squirrel-like creatures, but bigger. The first time Sally had seen one literally fly off the wall, landing on one of the rafters, she’d made everyone get out of bed and sleep in the newly-renovated basement.... - ['bones, buried' and other poems by John Sweet](https://literaryyard.com/2018/12/19/bones-buried-and-other-poems-by-john-sweet/): By: John Sweet bones, buried fuck yr junkie deaths yr crippled religions no god here but the god of crows no windows in the room of murdered children because what would you see? what song of false hope would you... - ['Bonne Nuit' and other poems by Vicki Murray](https://literaryyard.com/2018/12/18/bonne-nuit-and-other-poems-by-vicki-murray/): By: Vicki Murray Bonne Nuit Mother is dying. I go to herMore than miles separate us,years of silence and misunderstanding.I enter her room. Others leave.Her speech is unintelligible.I listen desperate to understand.In a death garble, she anxiously speaks.I answer her... - ['New Boots' and other poems by Sarah Cash](https://literaryyard.com/2018/12/17/new-boots-and-other-poems-by-sarah-cash/): By: Sarah Cash New Boots Red rain boots shine, and jiggle around my feet. With each down step I stretch out, feeling the space where my toes will grow. They squeak when I walk across hard tile floor. It tickles... - [Mysterious Encounter](https://literaryyard.com/2018/12/17/mysterious-encounter/): By: Michal Reibenbach One day on our way to visit my fiancé’s daughter at her boarding school, Carl and I became lost. We’d taken this chance to do some house-hunting in the area of Ashdown Forest, had taken a wrong... - [The Tapestry of Life](https://literaryyard.com/2018/12/16/the-tapestry-of-life/): By Kelly L. Miller We are a beautiful large scale tapestry of races, cultures, and customsUnique, vibrant, and abounding in magnificent colorNavajo, Celtic, Inuit, Buddhist, Egyptian, Mayan, Shinto, Sumerian, Hindu, FonShapes of our history and future are connected and held... - [The orchid in the starry night](https://literaryyard.com/2018/12/15/the-orchid-in-the-starry-night/): By: Paweł Markiewicz Herculean welcome: Hallo. You huge, hilarious human! Have honorary heart of hyacinth with humming birds! Herculean welcome: Hallo. Am I a gorgeous orchid without any sonorous oblivion and dreamy rumination about the Horologium? Standing, waiting I see,... - [Poem: Academic Tests](https://literaryyard.com/2018/12/15/poem-academic-tests/): By: Sahaj Sabharwal and -Pacca Danga Oh these tests,Superflous academic tests.No time to prepare For entrance tests. Difficult to store Vast concepts in mind, Oh how to retain so much Till marks given and paper signed. Bewaring that, The examiner is not... - ['Love of a mother' and other poems by Linda Crate](https://literaryyard.com/2018/12/15/love-of-a-mother-and-other-poems-by-linda-crate/): By: Linda M Crate love of a mother my mother’s lovecouldn’t protect mefrom your rage,my mother’s lovecouldn’t guard me from your pain;my mother’s love couldn’t convince methat i truly meant somethingi only listened to yourhate—nightmares were so numerousi was walking... - [Poem: The Motherland](https://literaryyard.com/2018/12/15/poem-the-motherland/): By : Amirah Al Wassif When your motherland cries Put your hand on your chest Here, at this home lies Your doctor soul who does his best When your motherland writesHer best letter to your heartRead her touched words in... - [Election day and night](https://literaryyard.com/2018/12/15/election-day-and-night/): By: Alan Berger If the votes come in the way my wife wants them to, I may be able to get into my wife. Please allow me to explain.She is a Republican.She thought I was too.For a bit.Why did she... - ['Restoration Costs' and other poems by Ryan Quinn Flanagan](https://literaryyard.com/2018/12/15/restoration-costs-and-other-poems-by-ryan-quinn-flanagan/): By: Ryan Quinn Flanagan Restoration Costs orchid flower of destiny pulling at shoelace earth the riddle unknown and the path queasy fluke worm misgivings all this: taut and barbaric with wetness ticker tape strychnine the edifice unfolds crowds of failed... - [Poem: Never Ending Feeling](https://literaryyard.com/2018/05/28/poem-never-ending-feeling/): By: Zunayet Ahammed I’ve seen you in silence Your presence, love and tenderness Quiver at my heart with splendid touch And I feel comfortable. I’ve seen you in the first rays of sunlight Beauty streaming from your clothes and hair... - [Poem: Lost Visionary Gleams](https://literaryyard.com/2018/05/28/poem-lost-visionary-gleams/): By: Zunayet Ahammed I beheld you here last evening In an autumn dress full of juice Like white clouds of the sky To chuckle at me quietly Like a girl of 17 who feels woozy Looking inside and outside Not... - [Story: Dowry](https://literaryyard.com/2018/05/18/story-dowry/): By: Ramprasath Maha alias Mahalakshmi was very determined to not entertain dowry in her marriage. “Maha, we may have to be flexible when good profiles approach us ma” her father Natarajan tried to convince her. “Dowry is a sin papa. This... - [Poem: 'I was just hungry'](https://literaryyard.com/2018/05/18/poem-i-was-just-hungry/): By: Neeraja Mani (for Madhu who was killed for “a loaf of bread”) Muddy skin of yours said that you are untouchable. Tarry-Torn dress of yours showed that You are lunatic Sparse hairs showed you are no where to richness... - [Poem: Paddy outside the window](https://literaryyard.com/2018/05/17/poem-paddy-outside-the-window/): By: Prathap Kamath Everyday my window opens into a little patch of paddy laid to waste. Some later owner had grown coconut trees there. All of them turned out to be barren with mournful, drooping, long, yellowish green leaves. They all... - [Poem: Four](https://literaryyard.com/2018/05/17/poem-four/): By: Prathap Kamath As the fourth one I always smelt victory, mouth watering standing close to the third, but never had it. The victory stand had room only for three. I lived in the middle land between the wanted and... - [Nurses a Boon to the ailing patients](https://literaryyard.com/2018/05/16/nurses-a-boon-to-the-ailing-patients/): By: Col Binu Sharma, Senior Vice President- Nursing Services Columbia Asia hospitals have created an environment that supports nursing practice and focuses on professional autonomy from decision making at the bedside, nursing involvement in determining the nursing work environment, professional... - [Poem: Keeping Warm](https://literaryyard.com/2018/05/16/poem-keeping-warm/): By: Emily Strauss woolen wraps, down quilts piles of dry leaves a tent tethered in a desert wash bowed against a lashing storm a sail tearing from a small mast. a lone figure inside, fighting to breathe against the wind ripping... - [Poem: Christmas, 1956](https://literaryyard.com/2018/05/16/poem-christmas-1956/): By: Emily Strauss Black tire marks on the pavement— high school toughs with their cans of Pabst Blue Ribbon challenged each other to drag races in their Chevy hot-rods, peeling out, tires screeching down the cold empty streets late at night... - [Story: Copy-Paste Work](https://literaryyard.com/2018/05/15/story-copy-paste-work/): By: Ramprasath Madan stood next to the great Indian actor Irfan Khan and this is not a filmfare award function stage but Madan’s personal computer. Madan adjusted brightness and contrast to balance the colors to make his morphed picture look real.... - [Poem: Swimming against the current](https://literaryyard.com/2018/05/15/poem-swimming-against-the-current/): By: Milton P. Ehrlich  Hurt pricks like a thorn, waiting when waiting pains. Routines of humiliation and kindness shape the changes in your heart. The wail of Minarets reminds us to weep. Infidels in a foreign land reside in an Indian... - [Poem: Mates](https://literaryyard.com/2018/05/15/poem-mates/): By: Milton P. Ehrlich My old lady is now an old lady. She used to cut a rug as a jitterbug at the USO back in the 1940’s. These days she sashays across a kitchen floor in a sedate but sensuous... - [Poem: Hunger](https://literaryyard.com/2018/05/15/poem-hunger/): By: Milton P. Ehrlich Casualties of agreed-upon lies fuel their guts with fire and smoke, in a rage that cannot be quelled. They feast on glassy-eyed fish heads that even the seagulls throw away. Buckets of bumblebees sooth the palate. Like... - [Poem: A fine day for writing](https://literaryyard.com/2018/05/14/poem-a-fine-day-for-writing/): By:  James Aitchison The weather washes away yesterday’s words. Exhausted leaves carpet the feet of scholarly trees. Birds peck at grammar on the roof. The drizzle embraces my solitude. It is a very fine day for writing. - [Germany’s new right wing](https://literaryyard.com/2018/05/13/germanys-new-right-wing/): By William T. Hathaway Since parliamentary democracy was restored in Germany after World War Two, several right-wing parties have sought to get the required 5% of the popular vote to be represented in parliament. They all failed until 2017. In... - [Story: The Fountain Tree](https://literaryyard.com/2018/05/13/story-the-fountain-tree/): By Flo Au The sound was so deafeningly loud it woke up almost everyone from their sweet dreams in the estate nearby. Fleetingly, they looked out of their windows, seeing the sky torn into some kind of jigsaw puzzle by... - [Poem: Impressions](https://literaryyard.com/2018/05/12/poem-impressions/): By: Jimmy Coker It was the walk that drew me As though she were going somewhere fast Then the eyes deep and brown. These impressions never fade. We were sixteen What did we know of the tangle of love? I knew... - [Poem: A Moment When Stars Cross](https://literaryyard.com/2018/05/12/poem-a-moment-when-stars-cross/): By: Kayla Swanson Clothed, as in darkness, of serious amethyst hues binding in mystery to reveal hiddenness your secrecy a vague wanderer led by hopes from the inside. Into the din of chatter you enter stiff as a tightrope walker I’m... - [Poem: A State of Living](https://literaryyard.com/2018/05/12/poem-a-state-of-living/): By: Steve Lopez Miracle happens Currently helpless but cared It will not last long Ignorance is bliss Everything is fun and games for the time being Cog in the machine Past decisions, bring relief Others some regret Time is running out... - [Poem: Laughter...A Cure](https://literaryyard.com/2018/05/12/poem-laughter-a-cure/): By: Daniel Sou The sound of laughter Is a sound of joy A joy that can spread all around It doesn’t matter what age you are Or what race you are Laughing is for everybody And it will sustain us, so... - [Story: Preying. Ticking. Saving. Detaching..](https://literaryyard.com/2018/05/08/story-preying-ticking-saving-detaching/): By: Elohor Ojose There’s a small click; the bomb detonates. Click. Dust kicks up and shots ring out through the once peaceful town. Click. Buildings with thousands trapped inside crumble down. Click. Humans are blown apart. Bodies pile up. Red stains... - [Story: Pocket Buddha Aphorisms](https://literaryyard.com/2018/05/07/story-pocket-buddha-aphorisms/): By: Sam Mills Days give rise to talk of episodes that sleep makes plausible, but sleep is not an end any more than it is beginning. Life is action. To talk of change among people is meaningless. I believed in episodes... - ['A midnight walk' and haikus by Andrea Yu](https://literaryyard.com/2018/05/07/a-midnight-walk-and-haikus-by-andrea-yu/): By: Andrea Yu A Midnight Walk A sliver of the moon Piercing through pitch black midnight. The girl finds her peace. The “Crazy” Lady People took her to The doctors thinking she needs Help. She just wants love. Trapped in... - [Poem: The right things...](https://literaryyard.com/2018/05/03/poem-the-right-things/): By: Aruna Subramanian I start every day thinking to do the right things. I align every act accordingly. When I believe All is well, around me few wrongs happen. Those that you named as wrongs! I still intend to do the... - [Poem: Right or Wrong?](https://literaryyard.com/2018/05/03/poem-right-or-wrong/): By: Aruna Subramanian Was I wrong to have taken the wrong as right? Or was I right to not take the right as wrong? Now, Is it right to set the wrong as right? Or is it wrong to slip the... - [Story: Dishwashing](https://literaryyard.com/2018/05/02/story-dishwashing/): By: Neal Lipschutz I was alone in the apartment on a late Saturday morning and the phone just kept ringing. My mother didn’t get many calls, though at first I thought it was for her when I picked up and... - [Poem: To My Old Friend Who Knows How It Is](https://literaryyard.com/2018/05/02/poem-to-my-old-friend-who-knows-how-it-is/): By: Lynn White What ever happened my old friend? You know right from wrong. You know, you saw with your eyes open. You knew oppression, abuse of power, state terror, apartheid. You knew. You know. We boycotted, we campaigned, we... - [Poem: The Revolution Is Postponed](https://literaryyard.com/2018/05/02/poem-the-revolution-is-postponed/): By: Lynn White The revolution is postponed until the towels are on, so they once said. Until last orders had been called and the beer pumps covered with towels to make it clear that they would be pulled no more... - [Poem: Mr. Amiable](https://literaryyard.com/2018/05/01/poem-mr-amiable/): By: JD DeHart If were small, yellow, and round, I would be better at communicating by Emoji. If were more expressive, perhaps, people might like me more, but they would also know more of my thoughts. Probably not a helpful... - [Poem: Dance Cards Punched](https://literaryyard.com/2018/05/01/poem-dance-cards-punched/): By: JD DeHart The simple human sway of path leading to path, we went our separate ways, only to be reunited briefly years later, thanks to digital tracks. You were still an atheist, person of few words, and we reminisced... - [Poem: Plains Pledges as Luck of the Wind](https://literaryyard.com/2018/04/27/poem-plains-pledges-as-luck-of-the-wind/): By: Keith Moul Fargo winters see drifts stack atop a snowflake. Ignore fact in favor of illusion and lose feeling. So after church we gather at a home, do a count of heads and recount all present on the safe side.... - [Poem: Of Life that Inhabits this Place](https://literaryyard.com/2018/04/27/poem-of-life-that-inhabits-this-place/): By: Keith Moul Not diverse, but abundant in possession: on lonely grasslands, farmlands, plains or rare marshlands, suited species excel in fevered climate of inhospitable places. Here I choose a likely spot among them, adept, camouflaged, but only to observe. Shelter... - [Poem: Classic 70's Chick](https://literaryyard.com/2018/04/27/poem-classic-70s-chick/): By Michael Lee Johnson Classic 70’s chick scent of these times gold digger want to be. Poet & scholar stuck on T.S. Eliot “The Waste Land.” She tracks down a few stray men, prospect hunks, & greenback dreams. Her long... - [Poem: Restless Hawk](https://literaryyard.com/2018/04/27/poem-restless-hawk/): By Michael Lee Johnson The angels of wings are always in flight be the devil or archangel Michael. I’m a hawk, I’m a night owl night barroom flights, fighter, seeing eyes that eye me contact, not blind, a rhythm of... - [Poem: Leonard Cohen My Friend](https://literaryyard.com/2018/04/27/poem-leonard-cohen-my-friend/): By Michael Lee Johnson Death is a bitch and a whore comes with hat on or off, Jewish, Christian or lover years ago called Nancy. Death is a passport, a left behind baggage note. My leverage sinks, I see you... - [Poem: The City of Gold](https://literaryyard.com/2018/04/26/poem-the-city-of-gold/): By Chinese Poet Yuan Hongri Translated by Manu Mangattu Ah! Into a pleasant hallway of gold Thou did the crystal of the sky mould. A shining City of Gold Chanting unto me from far afield.   Into the golden gate... - [Poem: A Zombie Affair](https://literaryyard.com/2018/04/25/poem-a-zombie-affair/): By: Wendy Loh Frozen fountains in the street, My breath was weak and out of heat, Not enough of whiskey, perhaps – ah, indeed! One more round to drown my putrid grief. She loved those fountains down the street, It... - [Poem: When androids become sentient](https://literaryyard.com/2018/04/25/poem-when-androids-become-sentient/): By: Wendy Loh Virtual flowers for lovers in a cybertronic century This is like drinking cheap instant coffee Overtly sweet, flat, quick, with a taste that dives into the bottom of sour bitterness A dead fish soaked in diluted perfume... - [Poem: Stardust](https://literaryyard.com/2018/04/20/poem-stardust-2/): By: Steve Deutsch What are we if not a mix of stardust and desire? A shell that screams I want across the wanton landscape Those of us not saintly or demonic may temper ache with kindness, a balm of sorts for... - [Poem: Joy for the Timid?](https://literaryyard.com/2018/04/20/poem-joy-for-the-timid/): By: Steve Deutsch I have never been one to dive in. At Brighton Beach I’d shuffle seaward, slow as silt, while other children screeched into the ocean at a gallop, more race horse than human— faces shocked from whoa to joy... - [Poem: O Pale Galilean](https://literaryyard.com/2018/04/20/poem-o-pale-galilean/): By: Ian Fletcher They crucified Him but He rose again or so they claimed to vanquish death and worldly pain. Who would have thought people as meek as these could bring proud Rome to its knees and thus fall under His... - [Poem: Traces](https://literaryyard.com/2018/04/19/poem-traces/): By: Aruna Subramanian Flying across the blue spread sky flapping my wings filled with thoughts, Swimming across the squirming stream wandering the mountains wrapped with trees, Splashing on the rocks Drowning in the falls Rising formless I roam in ruins on... - [Poem: To ex-lovers and other passengers](https://literaryyard.com/2018/04/19/poem-to-ex-lovers-and-other-passengers/): By: Aekta Khubchandani Hold me like you hold words between paper pages of ink and type- that paperback place that once smelled of life. Hold me like slices of meat between your tongue and teeth that glaze through butter plated on... - [Poem: I am, I am, I am](https://literaryyard.com/2018/04/19/poem-i-am-i-am-i-am/): By: Aekta Khubchandani She may never have been happy but she was content, that night. An empty house, setting strawberry runners, a glass of cool sweet milk, a shallow dish of blueberries bathed in cream- there were moments of such stitched... - [6 Best Home-Theatre System Below Rs.20000](https://literaryyard.com/2018/04/19/6-best-home-theatre-system-below-rs-20000/): So, you have got one of those latest HD LED TVs and a Blu-Ray player but still you don’t get the theatre like experience because the TVs speaker aren’t that good. In order to get the theatre like movie watching... - [Story: Rain on Clay](https://literaryyard.com/2018/04/18/story-rain-on-clay/): By: Gentle Culpepper I have this friend, his name is Clay. He is a soldier who abides in the pretty wasteland we call Terra. Clay is a righteous minister of the cloth. His primary mission in life is to minister... - [Poem: No More Candy](https://literaryyard.com/2018/04/18/poem-no-more-candy/): By: Lawrence Hur My sister’s bag was filled to the brim. I had to reach under her desk to reach for the candy. Her anger toward me was like a teacher scolding a bad student. The combination of chocolate and caramel... - [Poem: Not Invited](https://literaryyard.com/2018/04/18/poem-not-invited/): By: Lawrence Hur The lights dimmed as the movie began. I reclined the seat as far as it could go. I saw the sadness in his eyes. He was salty like a plate of fries. I’m sorry I forgot to invite... - [Poem: The Memories We Keep](https://literaryyard.com/2018/04/18/poem-the-memories-we-keep/): By: Kathleen Connolly Crystal glasses clink together as mom sets the patio table for tea. Her bones rub together and she is more skeleton than skin. It is August now, the third summer since Dad’s passing. She is seventy-eight and still... - [Story: Morry and me](https://literaryyard.com/2018/04/17/story-morry-and-me/): By: Milt Montague It was the middle of World War 2. It was 1943, I had been drafted into the army, completed basic training and ended up in Brooklyn, New York at a small Catholic College just 15 minutes from... - [Story: Latkes [Pancakes]](https://literaryyard.com/2018/04/17/story-latkes-pancakes/): By: Milt Montague This a true story about latkes and how such a simple item can play such an important role in life. Milt’s favorite food was potato latkes [pancakes] especially as they were fried to perfection by his mother,... - [Story: Aunt Mae](https://literaryyard.com/2018/04/17/story-aunt-mae/): By: Milt Montague MIlt and Sivia decided to spend a few days in the sun and had just arrived in Miami Beach, Florida. It was winter in New York City but it was delightfully warm at The Beach. Soon after... - [Poem: Half-Read](https://literaryyard.com/2018/04/17/poem-half-read/): By: Miguel Carlos Lazarte Escaping never-endings I am left a story in half its wit When it returns, the pages scatter Numbers – in eye – by paragraphs Like a shroud encumbering The soul A comet, heavenly; floating Half-remembered characters It... - [Meeting of the Minds and other poems by Yevgeniya Przhebelskaya](https://literaryyard.com/2018/04/17/meeting-of-the-minds-and-other-poems-by-yevgeniya-przhebelskaya/): By: Yevgeniya Przhebelskaya A – Woman – Poet A woman wants to give and lead, A poet wants to write and read. For poet – peace and audience, For woman – love and sustenance. A poet is impulsive, free, A woman... - [Oblivion and other poems by Mary Bone](https://literaryyard.com/2018/04/16/oblivion-and-other-poems-by-mary-bone/): By: Mary Bone Oblivion Sharp pencils Blank pages Waiting for inspiration- I throw paint, Write words And they bounce Off the walls Into oblivion.   2. Diamonds in the Sky The diamonds that caught my eye, Weren’t found in a jewelry... - [Story: An Ode to My Childhood Imagination](https://literaryyard.com/2018/04/16/story-an-ode-to-my-childhood-imagination/): By: JD DeHart Welcome to the City, once called Salem, changed to Slam, a bit of scratching on the road sign. Maybe it’s a change in the atmosphere, more rays allowed through, but here people could do amazing feats. Just the... - [Poem: Against the strict rules](https://literaryyard.com/2018/04/15/poem-against-the-strict-rules/): By: Sravani Singampalli  Many feel that the traditional forms Of poetry are the best, A haiku must always follow A 5-7-5 syllable pattern And a poem must follow The specific meters. If you force a child To follow your notions He... - [Poem: Swollen Day](https://literaryyard.com/2018/04/15/poem-swollen-day/): By: Terry Brix Day started with a hot coal ember sunrise wedged between trunk and limb of Lodgepole Pine, streaks and herds of black gray buffalo clouds trampling the blue making white cloud dust. All day snow, rain and hail playing... - [Poem: Borrowed Life](https://literaryyard.com/2018/04/15/poem-borrowed-life/): By: Terry Brix Free womb rent from my mother—Val, genetic gift from my father—Art. Borrowed those passion-interlocked, semen-egg-woven DNA helixes never to give them back, only half-back to my wife mate in turn. Borrowed money from the banks, three plates full... - [Story: Trapped](https://literaryyard.com/2018/04/14/story-trapped-2/): By: Patrick Dang I spent day and night daydreaming of love. I dreamt of what the perfect girl would be like. We would be like two peas in a pod. The bestest of friends, with a bond stronger than blood. Distance... - [Story: Briefly about Mr. Wentworth](https://literaryyard.com/2018/04/12/story-briefly-about-mr-wentworth/): By: William C. Blome I’ll talk up to a point about Mr. Wentworth, and then I’m going to pull up lame and go no further. It’s not that I have personal stakes of any kind in this race, so to speak,... - [Poem: Loved in Pieces](https://literaryyard.com/2018/04/12/poem-loved-in-pieces/): By: Adreyo Sen Are we to be loved in pieces? The smile you force out of us with some sudden strange act of sweetness, the red in our cheeks when we are fixed by your hawk-like eyes, the slenderness of our... - [Poem: To a Visitor to the Heavenly Kingdom](https://literaryyard.com/2018/04/12/poem-to-a-visitor-to-the-heavenly-kingdom/): By: Adreyo Sen We are forever young until our smile first makes you smile and we know our heart is you and thus we know our heart to be frail, and maimed, and perhaps even broken. And so we slip into... - [Story: Matu](https://literaryyard.com/2018/04/12/story-matu/): By: Malini Misra It was getting late enough to be worried. I once again stepped into the balcony and looked down. Except for a drenched street dog that was lying down miserably near the gate, there was not a soul... - [My Creative Outlet](https://literaryyard.com/2018/04/12/my-creative-outlet/): By: Alina Das The iridescent lights and hundreds of filled seats made my heart beat in a way I had never felt before. As my name was called, I slowly walked onto the empty stage. Using all my gathered confidence... - [Overcoming A Challenge](https://literaryyard.com/2018/04/12/overcoming-a-challenge/): By: Angel Ramnani The biggest challenge I have faced is knowing that Indian families typically want their first child to be male. My parents conceived a child before me, but my mother aborted because she was afraid it would be a... - [Story: Changed Person](https://literaryyard.com/2018/04/12/story-changed-person/): By: Angel Ramnani On a typical day of tedious classes and tennis practice, my dad was running late from work. I decided to go to Cerritos library to start on my daily pile of homework, so I wouldn’t have so much... - [Story: Her Last Gift](https://literaryyard.com/2018/04/12/story-her-last-gift/): By: Hannah Yun Thud. Thud. Thud.  The sound echoed throughout the entire library. Thud. Thud. Thud. Eyes immediately shifted from books and study materials to the source of the sudden footsteps. “Look what you did, you ruined them!” She yelled. Feeling... - [Poem: Q&A](https://literaryyard.com/2018/04/04/poem-qa/): By: Aruna Subramanian Questions piled up as I hesitated to reply I dodged a few knowing or unknowing. When I embrace the unknowns, The knowns started to leave. Now, my path is filled with some familiar queries and a few new... - [Poem: Dangling greens](https://literaryyard.com/2018/04/04/poem-dangling-greens/): By: Aruna Subramanian Leaves that love in excess Of tree, closely cling Of soil, promptly fall Even so, a few dangle in disarray until a storm blasts…   - [Poem: The Last Scoop](https://literaryyard.com/2018/04/04/poem-the-last-scoop/): By: Jacob Chung The mint chocolate chip ice cream carto that was once in the refrigerator is now in the trash The last scoop in my stomach I know you wanted me to share because you asked me for some I’m... - [Poem: Beneath the faces of Jasper](https://literaryyard.com/2018/04/03/poem-beneath-the-faces-of-jasper/): By: Israel Sajini Beneath the faces of Jasper lies some rough clay. Inside the darkest coal we find gold refined. Within each stormy phase, lies a sleeping node. Around every peaceful road, We hear chants of warfare. In every broken villa,... - [Poem: Platinum City](https://literaryyard.com/2018/04/03/poem-platinum-city/): By Yuan Hongri Translated by Manu Mangattu Ah! Of iridescent gems of time The heavenly road you paved light！ In a kingdom of stars, I found my home. In the golden cities, I opened the gates of the city to the sun,... - [Poem: Golden Giant](https://literaryyard.com/2018/04/02/poem-golden-giant/): Written by Chinese Poet Hongri Yuan Translated by Yuanbing zhang Who is sitting in the heaven and staring at me? Who is sitting in the golden palace of tomorrow? Who is smilling? The golden staff in his hand Flashing the... - [Poem: Wind Force](https://literaryyard.com/2018/03/30/poem-wind-force/): By: Ann Christine Tabaka The wind is a restless lover, ever on the move. The wind is a jealous lover, claiming all within its path. The wind is an angry lover, bellowing like a runaway freight train as it races through... - [Poem: A House in Ruin](https://literaryyard.com/2018/03/30/poem-a-house-in-ruin/): By: Ann Christine Tabaka Walking past the old dwelling, looking in through doleful eyes. She is an abandoned house, tenebrous windows, crumbling walls. Visions of the past haunt her rooms, as she combs through the disarray. A dark shadow lurking in... - [Poem: I Close My Eyes](https://literaryyard.com/2018/03/30/poem-i-close-my-eyes/): By: Ann Christine Tabaka Overhead a fan slowly spins, as the heat of the night closes in on me. Beginning of the end or end or the beginning, not knowing which way to turn. I close my eyes. I see brilliant... - [Poem: Repeating Sequence](https://literaryyard.com/2018/03/29/poem-repeating-sequence/): By: Timothy Nguyen After the summer The cold wind will draw closer Sun shall set sooner Frost coats the dark air Aurora colors the sky Here comes the solstice Petals will blossom Trees leaves will begin anew Equinox is near. The... - [My Unknown Authority](https://literaryyard.com/2018/03/29/my-unknown-authority/): By: Vraj Patel I was trapped by the laughter coming closing in from all around me. I couldn’t distract myself from the noise. The voices around me suddenly became quiet and one voice was louder than the rest. This voice was... - [Poem: The Cliffs of Palos Verdes](https://literaryyard.com/2018/03/28/poem-the-cliffs-of-palos-verdes/): By: Nate Elias I’ve eaten from the nest, buried bones enough to pick my pale heart’s flesh from the ocean’s coral teeth. What crow corpse weeps without marring a lover in its wings? A harbor night, turbulent foam beneath our... - [Poem: Colours](https://literaryyard.com/2018/03/27/poem-colours/): By: Rohan Sankhla A mixed assortment of colours, I had seeked to be pure. Hostile to the bond amongst my pallette I had for so long endured, my mind lied in the essence of white. After much altercation and unsuitable manner,... - [Story: Trapped](https://literaryyard.com/2018/03/27/story-trapped/): By: Patrick Dang I spent day and night daydreaming of love. I dreamt of what the perfect girl would be like. We would be like two peas in a pod. The bestest of friends, with a bond stronger than blood. Distance... - [Story: Hand in Hand, Paw in Paw](https://literaryyard.com/2018/03/26/story-hand-in-hand-paw-in-paw/): By: Zachary Alba “What if he only has a few more days to live? Can you even pass away from Type 1 Diabetes? He’s been taking his insulin, so he should be fine… right? There’s so much I haven’t been able... - [Cornelia Păun Heinzel : ”The legend of legends”](https://literaryyard.com/2018/03/23/cornelia-paun-heinzel-the-legend-of-legends/): Translation by : Filip Enache One day, God called St. Peter to him and said : St. Peter, I want you to go around the world to see haw the people are doing. I gave them the Bible full of... - [Story: Lost and Found](https://literaryyard.com/2018/03/22/story-lost-and-found/) - [Non-Fiction: Tucker and the Holocaust Survivor](https://literaryyard.com/2018/03/22/non-fiction-tucker-and-the-holocaust-survivor/): By: Ruth Z. Deming Tucker and his family sat in the basement of the church listening to the Holocaust Survivor as he sang onstage. In Hebrew, he sang a prayer for the Israeli Defense Forces. “Go with God. Keep our country safe.”... - [Solo biking expedition to Leh-Ladakh – a dream of every biker](https://literaryyard.com/2018/03/21/solo-biking-expedition-to-leh-ladakh-a-dream-of-every-biker/): Travelling to Leh Ladakh has been a dream of today’s generation and biking is Indian Millennial’s choice. For Gen Y, latest Gadget and Biking has become a craze. Mohan, an IT professional’s dream came true when he realized the truth... - [Poem: just a woman wanting more](https://literaryyard.com/2018/03/20/poem-just-a-woman-wanting-more/): By: Linda M Crate they’ll burn you even if you aren’t a witch they’ll burn you simply for being a woman they’ll burn you if you don’t choose their path of mediocrity, and i have never wanted their box; i... - [Poem: i'll be your villain](https://literaryyard.com/2018/03/20/poem-ill-be-your-villain/): By: Linda M Crate you want a villain? well, fine, i will forge myself from all the fire you’ve thrown at me; you’ve got the courage to die? because i will stop showing mercy, and i will hammer out lightening... - [Poem: choking me silent](https://literaryyard.com/2018/03/20/poem-choking-me-silent/): By: Linda M Crate i’ve got a lot of rage in me yet someone says you mellow as you age, but at this rate i’m going to be calm as a forest fire when i’m eighty; sometimes i think this annoyance... - [Poem: The Wastebin](https://literaryyard.com/2018/03/19/poem-the-wastebin/): By: Jasmine Nihmey-Vasdi The classrooms filled with signs for recycling And bins lined up against the wall Labeled with different pictures I saw a child get smacked once for fucking around the paper bin Thought tinfoil was hilarious The teacher almost... - [Poem: Encante](https://literaryyard.com/2018/03/19/poem-encante/): By: Jasmine Nihmey-Vasdi Peering below At red beads Padding the shores Earlier I felt the tender head Curious about my boat Young scales and simple teeth Dusk brings the layered concerts Of deep chambers, coconut throats. Sachamama grabs and rewinds the... - [Poem: The Seer](https://literaryyard.com/2018/03/19/poem-the-seer/): By: Jasmine Nihmey-Vasdi opened birdcages, on empty balconies, where we sit inside. his face is overflowing with years, and sunflower sprouts. he peels me a grapefruit in bed sweet meat flossing our teeth the practice, that moves my legs to churn,... - [The rapidly increasing breast cancer among women](https://literaryyard.com/2018/03/19/the-rapidly-increasing-breast-cancer-among-women/): By: Dr. Baswanthrao Malipatil, Consultant Medical Oncology, Columbia Asia Hospital Whitefield Cancer is an uncontrolled growth of anomalous cells anywhere in the body. The growth of these uncharacteristic cells are termed as cancer which can penetrate into the normal body... - [Poem: Realms of Chaos](https://literaryyard.com/2018/03/18/poem-realms-of-chaos/): By: Jagari Mukherjee There are poems Buried in me Like seeds that will grow Into trees With forbidden fruit; They are already sprouting Taking deep, deep root In the soul. I cannot be A dynamic whole Unless I put pen to... - [Story: Yimli's Eyes of Buddha](https://literaryyard.com/2018/03/18/story-yimlis-eyes-of-buddha/): By: Moinak Dutta ‘Then what happened?’ Suparna asked Yimli. Yimli was busy making noodles in her big pot. At the counter there were two people, foreigners, backpackers. Suparna cast a look at them. They were talking in English though the accent... - [Poem: Welcome](https://literaryyard.com/2018/03/18/poem-welcome/): By: EG Ted Davis Welcome young man. You have been found guilty of being born, thrust from your mother’s womb, first breath of penitentiary life. For this crime, you shall be given a life sentence- within this atmospheric dome. A sagging... - [Story: The Nizam’s Favourite Wife](https://literaryyard.com/2018/03/16/story-the-nizams-favourite-wife/): By: Ram Govardhan With a doctorate in molecular cytogenetics, having authored acclaimed texts and a slew of columns in renowned journals such as Nature, The Lancet and Science, the holy Grail for Salabat was producing a grand, encyclopaedic family-tree of... - [Poem: A Dead Man’s Twin Checked Me Out at WalMart](https://literaryyard.com/2018/03/15/poem-a-dead-mans-twin-checked-me-out-at-walmart/): By: A.J. Huffman charged me $4.39 for a gallon of milk and a smile that sent two very different shudders down my back. Attraction and fear shook me into a time loop. For a moment I was sixteen, flirting with a... - [Poem: A Narrow Tunnel](https://literaryyard.com/2018/03/15/poem-a-narrow-tunnel/): By: A.J. Huffman of confusion flows from me to the ceiling and back again. It is made of midnight, steel, and something that resembles despair. A mocking reminder of inability to control basic functions. I begin to wonder if I am... - [Poem: Ocean of Sorrow](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/15/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 eaten My body is being torn apart But... - [A Time To Rejoice](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/13/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 concrete block wall, caked with dozens of coats... - [The Refugee](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/13/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 night. The men moved quickly and silently against... - ['God is Ourselves after Waking up' and other poems by Chinese Poet Yuan Hongri](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/13/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 truth of all things as if you can’t... - [The Wind Should Chase the Clouds Away](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/12/the-wind-should-chase-the-clouds-away/): By: Ana Vidosavljevic Lizzie, the Wind, was very fidgety waiting for the Clouds to appear. All of them were late. Mrs. Peterson was obviously angry and even though Lizzie was right on time as well as all the others, Birds,... - [Stranger on the Line, by The Birch Twins.](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/12/stranger-on-the-line-by-the-birch-twins/): By The Birch Twins “A parade tomorrow to mark the end of the Falklands war will go ahead despite threats from the IRA, Mrs. Thatcher said today…” “Do you want this news on, Love? How were that tea?” “Nice, Val.... - [Poem: Weeping Marvels](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/12/poem-weeping-marvels/): By: Courtney C. You were children once… You looked for magic in bottles and dreams you could touch… You waited for fairy tales to unfold, drinking them in as if they were water… You reached up, grasping at things you... - [Poem: Life is what, I know not](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/12/poem-life-is-what-i-know-not/): By: Anupama Mishra Life is what, I know not a search or a wandering loneliness or gathering dream is what I know not a fantasy or imagination a truth or a wonder success is what I know not the curse... - [Poem: Dirty Laundry](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/12/poem-dirty-laundry/): By: Amy Robles I am a blanket hugging you while you cry. I keep you warm, and tell you it’ll be alright. I sleep next to you and keep you in my arms from sunset to sunrise, providing comfort on... - [Poem: Fleeting Fantasy](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/12/poem-fleeting-fantasy/): By: Adriene Im Looking outside the eyes of my house, life just seemed too short and too bright. It was the sort of story swimming with glories I would find in books that line my shelves. I thought opening a... - ['The Water Broke' and other poems by Mark Tulin](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/12/the-water-broke-and-other-poems-by-mark-tulin/): By: Mark Tulin The Water Broke My wife’s water broke  into a thousand tiny pieces, soaking the maternity bed.   She apologized to the nurse for the mess she made and offered to clean it up and change the sheets. ... - [Poem: Caged](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/12/poem-caged/): By: Chi Nwanze As I sit silently, stuck in this place, I sadly begin to realize I have no escape. I am left with nothing, not even my name. Here, I am just a number. I can’t help but wonder... - ['Rain Rising' and other poems by Allen Serrano](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/10/rain-rising-and-other-poems-by-allen-serrano/): By: Allen Serrano Rain Rising The hubris we have accumulated from up high opened the gates. Descending dangerously like a barrage of miniscule arrows, we only had one destination, no matter how long it took. I was caught up in... - ['Mostly it's pigeons' and other poems by DS Maolalai](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/10/mostly-its-pigeons-and-other-poems-by-ds-maolalai/): By: DS Maolalai Mostly it’s pigeons. it was one of those days which get wet without raining – something fallen overnight, perhaps, without ever coming warm enough to clear. the city like a basement apartment with pipe problems, and everyone... - [My Brother's Ghost](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/10/my-brothers-ghost/): By Mark Kodama Although my brother and I were born a year and half apart, we were often mistaken for brothers. We grew in a small village, near the island city of Hiroshima, divided by the River Ota. Hiroshima, the... - ['Book of the face' and other poems by Victor Azubike](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/08/book-of-the-face-and-other-poems-by-victor-azubike/): By: Victor Azubike Book of the face Book of the face Hook Of the first chapter Albums Selfies Year book Of college years Phases Vignettes Montages Of scenic landscapes Of places visited Cafes Malls Airport lounges Stratospheres Up close Portraits... - [Poem: Submission](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/08/poem-submission/): By: Sobia Ali Insects live in crevices of an old wall A lizard also lives in a crevice Of the same wall The insects know about the lizard Lizard’ s intentions are well known Then what keeps the insects From... - ['Snow Shade' and other poems by Brooks Robards](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/07/snow-shade-and-other-poems-by-brooks-robards/): By: Brooks Robards SNOW SHADE White shadows, the draff of snowfalls long banished by spring’s brew, linger on the lee side of fence posts piñons, junipers, all objects fit to stand before the sun. Not enough to green plant life... - [Box Set for the Rolling Stones](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/07/box-set-for-the-rolling-stones/): By: Michael Mintrom If Joseph Cornell had been inspired by the Rolling Stones Box 1: ‘Time is On My Side’ Welcome to our small Shakespearian stage. Time Magazine covers hang on a wall: Marilyn Monroe, Elvis, JFK. Golden ropes pull back... - [I love you the way...](https://literaryyard.com/2019/04/29/i-love-you-the-way/): By: Riley O’Brien You simple boy, you inspire me to write. I love the way you look, talk and inspire, Invading my mind day and through the night, Always dreaming about my stupid desire. Let me compare you to an... - [Poem: My love for you](https://literaryyard.com/2019/04/29/poem-my-love-for-you/): By: Emily Flores Looking back I realized how badly you needed me But I can never go back now that you’re gone You’ve loved me more than Kanye loves Kanye I never saw how much you wanted to cease to... - [Each and Every](https://literaryyard.com/2019/04/25/each-and-every/): By Alan Berger Each and every day is a nightmare screamEach and every night is a high fidelity day dreamEvery hour goes by like a minuteEvery thought I think does not leave before I spin itEternity will for me never... - [General Relativity and Quantum Mechanics](https://literaryyard.com/2019/04/25/general-relativity-and-quantum-mechanics/): By: Barbara Gail Montero General relativity a world of gently curved spacetime a seamlessly woven fabric warped by the massive objects that set our spiral galaxy in motion its articulation is legato its purview, the large, the stately, the sublime... - ['Post-rotary Lullabye' and other poems by Steven Fortune](https://literaryyard.com/2019/04/25/post-rotary-lullabye-and-other-poems-by-steven-fortune/): By: Steven Fortune POST-ROTARY LULLABYE Silly but innocuous maybe even obvious of me to tell her blue was my choice colour of cat (Those overcast days of moist sidewalks and teal sky saliva vivify the whimsy in me) It made... - ['Eliminating myself' and other poems by Linda M Crate](https://literaryyard.com/2019/04/24/eliminating-myself-and-other-poems-by-linda-m-crate/): By: Linda M Crate eliminating myself i know this is about you not me, but i cannot pretend it doesn’t hurt; to know i care about someone who doesn’t care about me is painful to know i’m a choice not... - ['Another Season' and other poems by Fabrice B. Poussin](https://literaryyard.com/2019/04/24/another-season-and-other-poems-by-fabrice-b-poussin/): By: Fabrice B. Poussin Another Season Helping the horses along with the plow, he walks, boasting tan lines of one who never bathes in the sun, the eyes in a fight to keep the salty tears at bay. It will... - [Escape - a story by Ruth Deming](https://literaryyard.com/2019/04/23/escape-a-story-by-ruth-deming/): By Ruth Z. Deming They were a family on Facebook. His wife, Charlene, shared all the details of their lives, including what the children were doing, the two dogs with their pink tongues panting, and if he had stopped snoring... - [Don't Do It Again!](https://literaryyard.com/2019/04/23/dont-do-it-again/): By William T. Hathaway Silver spoon into the powder. Chop a line on the mirror. Deep breathing through the straw. Suck it in … sock it to my septum. Dazzle me. Yes! That’s it, feel the power of the powder.... - [Michelangelo: Painter and Poet](https://literaryyard.com/2019/04/23/michelangelo-painter-and-poet/): By Michael Lee Johnson Michelangelo with steel balls and a wire brush wishing he was wearing motorcycle leathers, going wild and crazy, stares cross-eyed at the Sistine Chapel ceiling- nose touching moist paint, body stretch out on a plank, bones... - ['Rose Petals in a Dark Room' and other poems by Michael Lee Johnson](https://literaryyard.com/2019/04/23/rose-petals-in-a-dark-room-and-other-poems-by-michael-lee-johnson/): By Michael Lee Johnson Rose Petals in a Dark Room I walk through this poem one step at a time. I walk in a mastery of this night and light my money changers walk behind me they’re fools like clowns... - [Hurricane](https://literaryyard.com/2019/04/23/hurricane/): By: Coleman Bomar I first met Hurricane at 3 a.m. on a Sunday. Someone knocked, cried through the door “this is Hurricane” then left. After rolling out of bed, I opened to a small shaking cage with a note that... - [The Old Man](https://literaryyard.com/2019/04/22/the-old-man/): By Mark Kodama I waited for no one in particular at the Sunshine Home for Assisted Living. The little time I have left is slipping away like grains of sand in an hour glass. And yet I have all the... - [Cogs](https://literaryyard.com/2019/04/16/cogs/): By: Hayden Hart For eight hours per day, five days a week, for around two-hundred and sixty days per year, I generated spreadsheets for AutoFlash, the third largest Jeep auto parts distributer on the east coast. Every day I walked... - [Mowgli’s Mother](https://literaryyard.com/2019/04/16/mowglis-mother/): By: Mehreen Ahmed “What a strange name? Mowgli’s mother,” Brenda Braidy said. “Yes, very strange, ” said her friend Frieda Jane. “But do you know what?” Brenda asked. “What?” “What’s even stranger, is that no one really knows, who she... - ['The Betrayal' and other poems by Rex Chilcote](https://literaryyard.com/2019/04/16/the-betrayal-and-other-poems-by-rex-chilcote/): By: Rex Chilcote The Betrayal It is inevitable that life will betray you. The betrayal is as certain as the rising and setting sun. There are many types of betrayal: There is the physical; as time goes on the decomposition... - ['I Am Running Out of Places to Clean' and other poems by Aashika Suresh](https://literaryyard.com/2019/04/12/i-am-running-out-of-places-to-clean-and-other-poems-by-aashika-suresh/): By: Aashika Suresh I Am Running Out of Places to Clean My cupboard is arranged by pants, shorts, skirts, shirts, tees, formal wear, semi-formal wear, informal wear, indoor, outdoor, forest, beach, blues, blacks (mostly), whites and the rainbow. My bedside... - [Poems: 'Room and Heart' n 'Dawn'](https://literaryyard.com/2019/04/12/poems-room-and-heart-n-dawn/): By: Hardeep Sabharwal Room and Heart While vacating a room Someone who goes Covers all the necessary things And leaves Waste things Scattered here and there In the room, In the same way When someone goes out of the heart... - ['The Blind Storm' and other poems by Yan Yin Phoi](https://literaryyard.com/2019/04/11/the-blind-storm-and-other-poems-by-yan-yin-phoi/): By: Yan Yin Phoi The Blind Storm You hear it before you see The skies morph into darkness. Its roar cracks through your soul. Plop plop plop. They fall heavy, swift, as expected. People run and rush for shelter. They... - [Poems: 'Compare and contrast' n 'I dare you'](https://literaryyard.com/2019/04/11/poems-compare-and-contrast-n-i-dare-you/): By: Kashiana Singh Compare and contrast She lived a flower arrangement routine Details, twines, pin holder perfection I box flowers in confused bursts tiger lily’s unabashedly preen peony’s skip in affection embarrassing edges wilt with thirst   She taught with... - [Poem: To Wake](https://literaryyard.com/2019/04/11/poem-to-wake/): By: Harrison Abbott To wake, so many times under the canopy of non-sleep; Dreams held in bizarre crossroads, lashed piers, burnt woodlands, Wherein the clowns reside and horsebacked men tap their pistols. Dreams rocked by ladies’ words from their reptile... - [Story: A poem](https://literaryyard.com/2019/04/08/story-a-poem/): By: Vivek Nath Mishra When I was fifteen, I fell in love with a girl named Shashi and started writing poems for her. She had boy-cut hairstyle and she wore round glasses, large to her face. I sneaked glances at... - [Sundays At The Gangster’s Mansion](https://literaryyard.com/2019/04/08/sundays-at-the-gangsters-mansion/): By: Tamra Scott-Hunt Nearly every Sunday in 1993, I had dinner at a mafia boss’s mansion. I was friends with a bona fide gangster — the real deal. I’ll call him “Jay” so as not to ruffle any feathers. Though... - ['Memorize' and other poems by Emily Jukich](https://literaryyard.com/2019/04/05/memorize-and-other-poems-by-emily-jukich/): By: Emily Jukich Memorize I want to run my fingers down your chest like a reader following the lines on a page Scanning over the braille of your skin I need to be able to see you in the dark... - [Lady of the rain](https://literaryyard.com/2019/04/05/lady-of-the-rain/): By: Kat Devitt Rain fell in sheets as Patience watched and wanted the world. Droplets tapped against the window in taunt. Tap, tap, tap. Each droplet told of lands seen from their heights as they fell on her quiet home... - ['Enter At Your Own Peril' and other poems by David I Mayerhoff](https://literaryyard.com/2019/04/05/enter-at-your-own-peril-and-other-poems-by-david-i-mayerhoff/): By: David I Mayerhoff Enter At Your Own Peril Life’s warning signs Everywhere to be seen Except for those Who choose not to look Danger lurks all around In all forms Waiting to pounce On those not willing to sacrifice... - ['From the long room' and other poems by Ted Mc Carthy](https://literaryyard.com/2019/04/04/from-the-long-room-and-other-poems-by-ted-mc-carthy/): By: Ted Mc Carthy FROM THE LONG ROOM The First Fruit The first fruit is the fruit of dreaming. A layer of day peeled and held up to the light: three girls pose by a distant mountain wall, the sea... - [Tughluq’s Sultanpur in Dandakaranya](https://literaryyard.com/2019/04/03/tughluqs-sultanpur-in-dandakaranya/): By: Ram Govardhan A year before Emperor Ghiyasuddin of Sultanate of Delhi commanded his son and Chief General Muhammad bin Tughluq, then known as Ulugh Khan, to steer the imperial forces to teach a ‘mortal lesson’ to Prataparudra Deva II... - [Poem: Nowhere, Man](https://literaryyard.com/2019/04/03/poem-nowhere-man/): By: Derek Harmening On the last day of my twenties A soft snow fell. Quietly, almost apologetically, As though embarrassed at having burdened us all With the memory Of winter. It hugged the narrow sidewalk like a fitted sheet, Covering... - [Poem: Multi-faceted](https://literaryyard.com/2019/04/03/poem-multi-faceted/): By: Monika Reddy If she is beautiful, she got corrupted. If she is ugly, she is a bitch. If she is lean, not more than a broom stick. If she is stout, she will be an everlasting spinster. If she... - [Poem: We Better Start Now](https://literaryyard.com/2019/04/03/poem-we-better-start-now/): By: Mark Kodama We may believe but do not know If God is Christian, Muslim or Jew, Or if He exists only in our minds. Given the paucity of our knowledge, Why not give each other the benefit of the... - ['A dime' and other poems by Milt Montague](https://literaryyard.com/2019/04/02/a-dime-and-other-poems-by-milt-montague/): By: Milt Montague A Dime When I was a young lad   Ten cents had some valueA dime could buy a cup of joe And a doughnut or two                       ... - [Skin not sweater, ontology or epistemology? [7+]](https://literaryyard.com/2019/04/02/skin-not-sweater-ontology-or-epistemology-7/): By: Gerard Sarnat Kafka Joylessly Metamorphed “Oy, you know the very best predictor of your future is the past,” pontificated the pachyderm matriarch gazing at her trunk in a pond. Hugely wrong, thunk this undulating pollywog… Back when before elephant... - [Howdy Neighbor!](https://literaryyard.com/2019/04/02/howdy-neighbor/): By: Alan Berger We met on line, not online. We were waiting in our cars to get into the garage in the building we both live in, and the car in front of her is on a phone call when... - [Poems: 'Meeting' n 'Eye'](https://literaryyard.com/2019/03/29/poems-meeting-n-eye/): By: Aakriti Kuntal Meeting What is it there? There– on that eloping side of the lip? where the rivers seem to be conspiring and a puddle exists in patience, awaiting its arrival into the present Your face is slowly fading... - [The time the doorknob broke](https://literaryyard.com/2019/03/28/the-time-the-doorknob-broke/): By Austin J. Dalton By 5PM, New Year’s Eve fireworks were already driving the dogs in the neighborhood insane. As often happens when he had time to himself, Johnny gradually found himself feeling more and more perturbed as he sat... - [Lobotomy](https://literaryyard.com/2019/03/28/lobotomy/): By: Michal Reibenbach I noticed a school girlfriend of mine was walking behind her parents on the other side of the road to us. Her head was wrapped up in an enormous bandage and I thought to myself, ‘That’s why... - ['The Tempered Flame' and two more poems by David Francis](https://literaryyard.com/2019/03/27/the-tempered-flame-and-two-more-poems-by-david-francis/): By: David Francis The Tempered Flame Only you know me only you have analyzed me only you have suffered with me know my pros and cons others have dipped slender ankles in the pool others have flashed thinned silver like... - [Poem: Creator](https://literaryyard.com/2019/03/27/poem-creator/): By: Mythili Nagarajan Refined It defines. Crude It shreds. Spoken It breeds. Unspoken It creeds. Powerful In nature Power If nurture. Be it Nor it be – Been to Mean. Sensed – Is the Essence That is Dense In and... - [Poem: Kengeri Station](https://literaryyard.com/2019/03/26/poem-kengeri-station/): By: Priya Anand Eerie and deserted,  dimly lit with neon lights flickering  Something rustles in the corner where darkness pools and gathers malaise that rustles and ripples A cockroach scurries across And disappears beneath a cracked concrete pillar desecrated by ... - ['Schadenfreude' and other poems by JayM](https://literaryyard.com/2019/03/25/schadenfreude-and-other-poems-by-jaym/): By: JayM Schadenfreude: Without Cruelty, where would the circus be… For humanity to seek, The magnanimity of mercy under, The crack of the whip; The collectives’ fervent desire To be entertained… Callousness a Desideratum, For a peccable quickening Of the... - ['Perhaps' and other poems by Lazaro Gutierrez](https://literaryyard.com/2019/03/25/perhaps-and-other-poems-by-lazaro-gutierrez/): By: Lazaro Gutierrez perhaps for my one true love, she bought me roses —red velvet wine, like the ones that I buy her every valentine’s. * the day that I die i hope i’m reborn, perhaps not in flesh perhaps... - ['Beyond' and other poems by Alison McBain](https://literaryyard.com/2019/03/25/beyond-and-other-poems-by-alison-mcbain/): By: Alison McBain BEYOND a point in time indicates finish period to a sentence finite space stopped by boundaries, contained but what if a point in time is simply continuation? beyond the ellipsis of the written word beyond grammar and... - ['Angel' and other poems by Khalilah Okeke](https://literaryyard.com/2019/03/25/angel-and-other-poems-by-khalilah-okeke/): By: Khalilah Okeke Angel Her eyes are celestine crystals. Healing through their watchful gaze. I thread them like beads to wear around my neck so I can see. Her song a scribbled scroll tongue lapping waves— words passing like frosted... - [Till We Part with Death](https://literaryyard.com/2019/03/24/till-we-part-with-death/): By: Selena L. Martinez “I’m tired, mommy,” I said. My eyes were fluttering shut as the night and snow surrounded us in the quiet of my room. My mother said nothing and put her hand up to my forehead, worry... - ['I fear you'll hate me' and other poems by Linda Crate](https://literaryyard.com/2019/03/24/i-fear-youll-hate-me-and-other-poems-by-linda-crate/): By: Linda M Crate i fear you’ll hate me maybe the reason i thought you could hate me is sometimes i hate myself, and i cannot blame you if you don’t like the darkness in me; i try to make... - [Our Winning Season](https://literaryyard.com/2019/03/22/our-winning-season/): By Mark Kodama 1 The nice thing about a small town is that its people always take care of you. So when my big brother Pete was injured in the football game, he did not have to worry. God is... - [Poem: Breath](https://literaryyard.com/2019/03/22/poem-breath/): By: Aruna Subramanian Chirps of the little birdsWhispers in my deep slumber…Alluring aroma filling upAwakens my senses…Such a pleasant morningI open the balcony door.Cosmopolitan criesstrike in reality..I get on the rush wheelscarrying a backpacksearching my lifestruck overwhelmingon the endless lines... - [Tao: To Rationalize My Poetry (Ghazal)](https://literaryyard.com/2019/03/22/tao-to-rationalize-my-poetry-ghazal/): By: Carl “Papa” Palmer seeing a squared up column of lower case clauses is how to recognize my poetry scoffing capitalizations and poor punctuation are allowed to liberalize my poetry finding my meter improvised, alliteration ill advised, deemed as duly... - [Poem: Misstep](https://literaryyard.com/2019/03/22/poem-misstep/): By: Carl “Papa” Palmer Happy with myself the first time in years, able to look folks in the face unashamed, knowing another day has been conquered. My friends, my family, all proud of me, of how my life is finally... - [Poem: Through the Window](https://literaryyard.com/2019/03/22/poem-through-the-window/): By: Emily Ruggieri I’m driving away The day is new, the sun kisses my cheek through the glass Warm like the touch of the hand that cares, do you care Feelings are there, feelings I’m afraid to share Feelings that... - [Poem: Unintentional Destination](https://literaryyard.com/2019/03/20/poem-unintentional-destination/): By Susi Bocks this determined path sometimes leads to places of not wanting to be staying stuck even my goals are far-reaching and my ambition is strong yet, i still find myself at an unpredicted stop life is devilish like... - [Another Sunday Morning Tragedy](https://literaryyard.com/2019/03/19/another-sunday-morning-tragedy/): By: Brianna Barden   - [Poem: Perception](https://literaryyard.com/2019/03/19/poem-perception/): By: Anadi Naik The room is cool With a humming air-conditioner. The bed, the chair and the table Overused by ever present patients are old. The walls are empty like the face of that mirror sunk into the north side... - ['Outside the Universe of Sapphire' and other poems by Yuan Hongri](https://literaryyard.com/2019/03/19/outside-the-universe-of-sapphire-and-other-poems-by-yuan-hongri/): By Chinese Poet Yuan HongriTranslated by Manu Mangattu Outside the Universe of Sapphire Don’t you think the key is sweet If it condenses into a diamond in solitude And its song unlocks the portals to unseen gold? You have discovered... - ['Malvern Hills in June' and other poems by Ethan Owens](https://literaryyard.com/2019/03/18/malvern-hills-in-june-and-other-poems-by-ethan-owens/): By: Ethan Owens Malvern Hills in June This little cabin and your long nose make me feel at home Among the crumbling beams, white but blue. On this chair lies the greycoat, forgotten like the red before him, Rolled and... - ['Diana Ipso Facto' and other poems by Keith Moul](https://literaryyard.com/2019/03/18/diana-ipso-facto-and-other-poems-by-keith-moul/): By: Keith Moul Diana Ipso Facto Far from soft nights in Rome, prairie pauses for ritual witness to headlights gleaming back from dozens of reflectors lining a half mile of rude driveway: sparkling nymphs to court Diana’s statue (long erected... - [A bunch of poems by Simon Perchik](https://literaryyard.com/2019/03/15/bunch-of-poetry-by-simon-perchik/): By: Simon Perchik * To clear your lips –a simple wipe though once spread out your sleeve fills with shoreline follows on its own, washed with enormous wings shaken off the stale crumbs half sand, half seabirds half before each... - ['Old Friends' and other poems by Winston Derden](https://literaryyard.com/2019/03/15/old-friends-and-other-poems-by-winston-derden/): By: Winston Derden Old Friends She told him he would end alone, an old man with his books. He wrote that in a poem I read myself into with a grain of satisfaction, a forethought of acquiescence into the comfort... - ['Matters of Mens Rea' and other poems by KJ Hannah Greenberg](https://literaryyard.com/2019/03/15/matters-of-mens-rea-and-other-poems-by-kj-hannah-greenberg/): By: KJ Hannah Greenberg Matters of Mens Rea The development of the Magna Carte, Impacted, evidentially, on Ivy League dorms, Raised the specter of fascinating topics, Including sedition’s prime witnesses. History reports resolved international conflict, Got noticed via Gutenberg projects,... - [Hoo-Yay!](https://literaryyard.com/2019/03/15/hoo-yay/): By: Deirdre Gainor The gull cried out as it swooped down in front of the child. She jumped back on the hard wet sand, tripped and landed on her bottom without taking her eyes from the bird. It dove its... - [My dreamy manifesto under the starry sky – cometward](https://literaryyard.com/2019/03/14/my-dreamy-manifesto-under-the-starry-sky-cometward/): By: Paweł Markiewicz Attention: This manifesto has in itself a magic power and it can finally refute the communist manifesto (1847/48) and its successors in the form of communist states. It burns a peaceful campfire! I am part of the... - ['Chicago Street Preacher' and other poems by Michael Lee Johnson](https://literaryyard.com/2019/03/14/chicago-street-preacher-and-other-poems-by-michael-lee-johnson/): By: Michael Lee Johnson Chicago Street Preacher (V4) Street preacher server of the Word, pamphlet whore, hand out delivery boy, fanatic of sidewalk vocals, banjo strummer, seeker of coins, crack cocaine and salvation within notes. Camper on 47th from Ashland... - [Poems by Mythili Nagarajan](https://literaryyard.com/2019/03/14/poems-by-mythili-nagarajan/): By: Mythili Nagarajan .Destiny. Trespassers Are solemnly Condemned. .Inspiration. Nerved In vein By nerve. .Art. Spirit Of Thy Soul’s spirit. .Love. Absent minds In Treasure heart. .Fire. Ignites Thine In mine. .Beauty. Breeding – Autumn’s Off spring. .Confession. You are... - [Poem: Boy](https://literaryyard.com/2019/03/07/poem-boy/): By: Macy Perrine He is saintly. an extra sprinkle of stardust an extra stroke and polish in heaven’s factory and the lord pressed copper rings in his eyes deeming him golden. once-in-a-lifetime, the kind of boy you never forget no... - [Story: The Scent of Goodness](https://literaryyard.com/2019/03/07/story-the-scent-of-goodness/): By: Mehreen Ahmed What they said or didn’t say, was hardly an issue. Courtney Justice wasn’t the kind of a person to be bothered by such trivialities. Her concerns were different. Even she didn’t know what her concerns were. She... - [Poem: Elite](https://literaryyard.com/2019/03/07/poem-elite/): By: Alan Berger I have never been oneTo want to ascend to the eliteFor more days than someI’m lucky for shoes on my feet Even when young In The Village doing poppers’ I never had a hat hung On the... - [The Lady](https://literaryyard.com/2019/03/06/the-lady/): By Mark Lindsey Under the cool water there lives a lady. She sings a sad song of world’s past. Of how they rose and sank, And never dreamed of a better place. Where freedom and beauty are the lords, And... - [Poem: Nymphs](https://literaryyard.com/2019/03/06/poem-nymphs/): By Mark Lindsey Emotion. That Magical nymph so bare. Heeding only unknown drives, Her life one with the tree stability. Together yet apart they exist. Time. Friend and foe to all. Wearing and tearing at the tree. And as time... - [Chinese poet Yuan Hongri's five poems](https://literaryyard.com/2019/03/06/chinese-poet-yuan-hongris-five-poems/): By Chinese Poet Yuan HongriTranslated by Manu Mangattu The Coast of Time In the pink and white golden words Of the day outside the garden of gods Is the hometown of thy soul. Far before the world was born The... - [Poem: The Monarch Butterfly](https://literaryyard.com/2019/03/06/poem-the-monarch-butterfly/): By Mark Kodama The monarch butterfly pauses and hesitates Bending the orange flower under its weight, Before moving on its way To fulfill tasks of its busy day, Trivial to us but important to him. The ant struggles to lift... - [NIET organized Cambridge Business English Certificate (BEC) distribution programme](https://literaryyard.com/2019/03/05/niet-organized-cambridge-business-english-certificate-bec-distribution-programme/): Noida Institute of Engineering & Technology, Gr. Noida organized Cambridge Business English Certificate (BEC) Distribution Programme on Mar 5, 2019 at its campus. The session was aimed at encouraging and rewarding the meritorious students for their brilliant performance in BEC.... - ['Gloom' and other poetic satires by Shamar](https://literaryyard.com/2019/03/05/gloom-and-other-poetic-satires-by-shamar/): By: Shamar English GLOOM The room is the exterior of a muddy tan truck. The walls are a labyrinth of cracks, dirt, chipped paint, and protruding nails. The carpet is sitting underneath pounds of grunge, vomit stains, mildew, crud, hair,... - [Rusty Mill - Stones](https://literaryyard.com/2019/03/05/rusty-mill-stones/): By: Lazarus Trubman Months passed since I was liberated from the labor camp in Northern Russia. Behind were dozens of blood transfusions, dental tortures and scary chats with a bunch of cardiologists. I finally got my so-so bill of health... - ['Simplicity & Wisdom' Authored by Dinesh Shahra Launched in Presence of Swami Omanand Saraswati](https://literaryyard.com/2019/03/05/simplicity-wisdom-authored-by-dinesh-shahra-launched-in-presence-of-swami-omanand-saraswati/): Industrialist and Philanthropist Dinesh Shahra’s book, ‘Simplicity & Wisdom’ was launched in Indore recently. The book is dedicated to Late eminent Vedanti Swami Pragananandji. Famous Industrialist and Philanthropist Mr. Dinesh Shahra’s book, ‘Simplicity & Wisdom’ was launched in Indore recently.... - ['I can only assume' and other poems by Linda Crate](https://literaryyard.com/2019/03/05/i-can-only-assume-and-other-poems-by-linda-crate/): By Linda M Crate i can only assume there is no warmth in your heart for me, and so i have gone away; not to wound you but in protection of myself— so many thoughts and words i swallowed down... - ['Bejewelled Skeleton' and other poems by Bill Arnott](https://literaryyard.com/2019/03/04/bejewelled-skeleton-and-other-poems-bybill-arnott/): By: Bill Arnott Bejewelled Skeleton Northwest Cornwall, a mild Tuesday in March Carbis Bay – Hayle Towans waves wash, shucked oyster brine aroma gannets glide, acrylic daubs in white crushed bivalves underfoot glint of stucco flecked with glass cuttlefish and... - [Haiku about thaw](https://literaryyard.com/2019/03/04/haiku-about-thaw/): By: Paweł Markiewicz haiku about thaw early spring and thaw I writing summer poems with romantic time the last thaw in spring I think about migration of summer first crane ## A clean ontological matter These two haiku can be... - [These Words To Be Forgotten](https://literaryyard.com/2019/03/04/these-words-to-be-forgotten/): By: Ian C Smith He reminds her to put tea in the pot, can tell she thought she already had, drinks it black. Her fridge a health hazard, no milk, tea’s bitterness is preferable to the chaos of a meal,... - [Three Poems by Chinese Poet Yuan Hongri](https://literaryyard.com/2019/03/04/three-poems-by-chinese-poet-yuan-hongri/): By Chinese Poet Yuan HongriTranslated by Manu Mangattu Golden and Transparent When the dainty of dawn lights up your body You shall see the golden country in stone. The Giant is walking in the sky His hand holds aloft a... - [Vocabulatrophy](https://literaryyard.com/2019/02/26/vocabulatrophy/): By: Austin J. Dalton The day already seemed to be a less than auspicious one when I glanced over at the alarm clock from where I was positioned on the couch. Ten in the morning, I’d missed my academic advising... - ['Watering' and other poems by Stephen Mead](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/09/watering-and-other-poems-by/): By: Stephen Mead    Watering invites you to become all things littlest: Grub tongues, star-nosed moles, avid Aphids & missionary bees… Butterflies also, the fluttering migrations pass on, resemble the sun, shade, scent… So we are ephemera lasting gigantic as we... - [Story: A Nice Touch](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/08/story-a-nice-touch/): By: Alan Berger He first got the news while painting his last painting. He was born in America but left for good, or bad, for Paris and never planned to go back, unless as an artistic hero. Nothing less will... - [Billiards and Darts](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/08/billiards-and-darts/): By: Daniel de Culla A teacher asks Little James What balls are those that don’t have hairs And Little James answered quicly: -None, teacher, because all the balls And more those of Villar Have hairs. There was laughter by spoonfuls Like... - [Poem: Autumn Melodies](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/08/poem-autumn-melodies/): By: Daniel de Cullá “Autumn Spider” (Song Caminos Rancheros/Fall Equinox 1975/Gioia). The Great Blafigria, Vol. II E III Once there was a spider Just finishing her web But autumn came With red and yellow leaves, and the wind That blew her... - ['Lye Brook Falls, Vermont' and other poems by Hope Andersen](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/08/lye-brook-falls-vermont-and-other-poems-by-hope-andersen/): By: Hope Anderson Lye Brook Falls, Vermont You have to walk a rocky path, careful not to twist an ankle or stumble and fall, the stones tripping you up like character flaws reminding you to be patient, careful, mindful. Your... - [Central Reservation](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/07/central-reservation/): By: Matthew Roy Davey You pull in and let the engine idle for a minute before you switch it off. The hand that turns the key is trembling. You are early. You buy a coffee in a building that is the... - ['Audition' and other poems by Sanjeev Sethi](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/07/audition-and-other-poems-by-sanjeev-sethi/): By: Sanjeev Sethi Audition Catachresis is absence of education not lethargy. Frame of reference as narrow as width of knowledge. This is it about good-looking people, their bodies do most of the business. Or do they? Foibles come by and by.... - [Poem: A Writer's Purgatory](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/07/poem-a-writers-purgatory/): By: Stephanie Musarra No words left to say No words left on my page The seconds tick by As I fly into a rage A blank stare upon my face I’m in a bad way The deadline draws near As she... - [Poem: Ode to Tansing ](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/07/poem-ode-to-tansing/): By: Priya Anand Tansing at 13000 feet is a popular overnight halt for trekkers on the famous Goechala trek in Sikkim which starts at Yuksom 5670 feet and reaches a final altitude of 16000 feet. Stygian is the night and pale... - [Tourism Fiji Launches brand campaign in India with Ileana D’Cruz](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/07/tourism-fiji-launches-brand-campaign-in-india-with-ileana-dcruz/): Gorgeous white sandy beaches, clear blue water and sunny skies can be found at several places around the world. However, rarely is it combined with the warmth of a culture that exudes a distinct aura of impeccable hospitality. With over... - [Poems: 'Dark Love' and 'Thoughts of the Heart'](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/06/poems-dark-love-and-thoughts-of-the-heart/): By: Lael Lopez  Dark Love This angel fell She lost her light Trudging through the gates of hell She gave up the fight No man or god Could bring her back Until she looked into his heart Black as coal Hard... - [Poem: Dear future soulmate](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/06/poem-dear-future-soulmate/): By: Llaka Tshesane Know that I have thought of you I have planned our future and the memories we’ll make I have revised our first fight and who will be wrong I have decided to start loving you So much... - [Poem: A letter to my Dad](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/06/poem-a-letter-to-my-dad/): By: Llaka Tshesane I hate the world for what it has done to you The tiny pieces of lungs the cigars has stolen from you The alcohol that fed on you and the stroke that snatched your life too I... - [Story: Smoke & Cracked Mirrors](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/05/story-smoke-cracked-mirrors/): By: Demond J Blake   There are several universal truths for folks in their twenties, but the main one that stands out for me is roommates. You’re going to love them but mostly you’ll end up hating them but it’s something... - ['Rock Star' and other poems by Lynn White](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/04/rock-star-and-other-poems-by-lynn-white/): By: Lynn White Rock Star He looked mean and sullen. Perhaps he thought it befitted his rock star image. Or perhaps he thought it would distract from the acne, which was a bit of a shock, to be honest. He looked... - ['Biography' and other poems by Anne Mikusinski](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/04/biography-and-other-poems-by-anne-mikusinski/): By: Anne Mikusinski Biography It must say something That I can Easily Describe my life In the small space Of one hundred words or less But I can fill three pages describing How you look when deep in thought Or when,... - ['Smitten with a smile' and other poems by Srinivas S](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/04/smitten-with-a-smile-and-other-poems-by-srinivas-s/): By: Srinivas S  Smitten with a smile* “Now you are smitten with a smile, I wait And wonder what its silence saves and says? Which j’wel its depth encrusts? What light its shine Reveals or steals? Whose eyes its reach unties?... - [Poems: 'Game of Chess' and 'Wheel'](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/04/poems-game-of-chess-and-wheel/): By: Hardeep Sabharwal   Game of Chess Pawns are killed before all They work only for The King and Queen’s Defense For saving precious lives of rooks, bishops and knights, The game goes on Till the king is there, The... - [Poems: 'Come in' and 'Inner Self'](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/04/poems-come-in-and-inner-self/): By: Zunayet Ahammed Come In I am passing hard time In the pool of sorrows I’m drowning Everywhere I find darkness, pitch like darkness And the coldness of the wind A feeling of wilderness, bareness and infertility Consumes all It seems... - ['Cameras Steal Souls' and other poems by Ron Riekki](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/04/cameras-steal-souls-and-other-poems-by-ron-riekki/): By: Ron Riekki Cameras Steal Souls We photograph each other until we smell. There is a sledgehammer ghost in the background. She screams for us to put away the cameras and kill the photos and smash the graphs to replace them... - [Are You There, God? Because I Doubt It](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/03/are-you-there-god-because-i-doubt-it/): By: Christina Berchini Every weekend for the last year echoed with the guidance counselor’s useless advice, and reminders that I do not really have any friends. To make matters worse, Sunday mornings were now occupied by church pews that I’d rather... - [Temple queue and other poems by Debasis Tripathy](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/03/temple-queue-and-other-poems-by-debasis-tripathy/): By: Debasis Tripathy Temple queue A clear moonshine, A little sweat on the forehead, Standing in a temple queue, And a little prayer come true. These simple things have made the evening sweet. ——— 0 ——— A call In this world... - [Poem: Under the Pseudonym](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/03/poem-under-the-pseudonym/): By: Aditya Malhotra We are soldiers Weary of pointing our gunnery At the pristine snow-capped mountains Bordering our land of peasants Hanging by their necks Where reviled women with mutilated bodies Lay unclaimed like prisoners of war And bellies of drowned... - [Aloha’s Embrace](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/03/alohas-embrace/): By: Aditya Malhotra What can one see staring at a mirror? * * * Am I the one picked up among skein Or looking at someone more alive? Who giggles seeing me chase my tail Warms up in mouth to mouth... - [Poem: The irony](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/03/poem-the-irony/): By Olatubosun David The irony is when they all compete to survive the onslaught of the hunger that feeds on human flesh in the land of surplus Seers have ceased to see fine Their eyes are feeble Their visions are... - [Poetry collection 'A Matter of Selection' by Carol Smallwood delves deep](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/02/poetry-collection-a-matter-of-selection-by-carol-smallwood-delves-deep/): By: Alex Phuong Michigan writer, Carol Smallwood is currently one of the most prolific authors writing today. Credited with numerous books, she continues to publish poetry on a wide variety of topics.  She has also received acclaim for her artistic merit and... - [Aisle Shades](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/02/aisle-shades/): By: Jourdan Lobban It was a scorching Saturday. I had to get my hair done no matter the cost. But my Wawa regiment had to be satisfied first. I had done the routine countless times: I’m in with my money,... - [Poem: Lunch, Post-Treatment](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/02/poem-lunch-post-treatment/): By: Alyssa Trivett We sat at the round table in afternoon dust as the revolving doors roller skated in frigid breeze and our froggy throats talked about the weather and how your treatment went. And we sat with folded hands... - ['Impaling goddess' and other poems by Linda M Crate](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/02/impaling-goddess-and-other-poems-by-linda-m-crate/): By Linda M Crate impaling goddess the creek stones glittering like jewels will be my crown i am not in need of a hero because i save myself so if you’re looking for a damsel in distress, i’m sorry you... - [Are the ‘first-ever’ chariots unearthed by ASI belong to the Mahabharata period?](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/01/are-the-first-ever-chariots-unearthed-by-asi-belong-to-the-mahabharata-period/): A few days back, the Archaeological Survey of India (ASI) unearthed the remains of a chariot that is said to belong to the Mahabharata era. As per the ASI, the chariot dates back to the ‘Bronze Age’ (2000-1800BC). The remains... - ['Sweet Memories' and poems by Eterigho](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/01/sweet-memories-and-poems-by-eterigho/): By: Eterigho Oghenekome Humphrey SWEET MEMORIES Memories, don’t ask me of the last names I loved- Tell winds to halt echoing their whispers to my head; For my travelling feet leave them behind each year- Away from my eye’s sight, they... - ['Cutting Pita' and other poems by James Croal Jackson](https://literaryyard.com/2018/07/31/cutting-pita-and-other-poems-by-james-croal-jackson/): By: James Croal Jackson 2014 Of course I remember how to be alone, how to drag a lawn chair out to smoke a shore and offer loneliness a bottle. But there you would meet me on a staircase of sand and... - [Poem: Death](https://literaryyard.com/2018/07/31/poem-death-2/): By: Rimli Bhattacharya   Death exists, Though she denied it, In front of her lay the lifeless soul of her son, He was buoyant day before yesterday. But today – Death exists, The mother in her wailed, Her world has gone... - [Resume and CV Writing Service: Benefit from GRADE Samples to Succeed Academically](https://literaryyard.com/2018/07/31/resume-and-cv-writing-service-benefit-from-grade-samples-to-succeed-academically/): So, you have worked really hard and accomplished a lot. All you need is to get your academic and professional background noticed. Or, you’re a recent graduate, who cannot boast of having an immense experience of work requested by the... - [In the Final Analysis](https://literaryyard.com/2018/07/28/in-the-final-analysis/): By: Connie Woodring Birth… No choice here. An infant is placed on a roller coaster seat. The operator asks nonchalantly, “Oops! Did I fasten the seat belt?” after the car has made its initial climb. Gender… An exaggerated, distorted extravaganza of... - [Uncle Ralph](https://literaryyard.com/2018/07/27/uncle-ralph/): By: Milt Montague One particularly bright and sunny spring day back in the middle 1960’s Uncle Ralph walked into our store on Madison Avenue and announced that he and his wife May had just arrived from their home in Miami... - [Unbreakable Glass](https://literaryyard.com/2018/07/27/unbreakable-glass/): By: Milt Montague When Milt was six or seven years old his favorite radio shows [television had not yet been invented] were The Shadow and Little Orphan Annie. He loved to listen to the singing commercials that introduced these two... - [Poem: Golden Paradise](https://literaryyard.com/2018/07/27/poem-golden-paradise/): By Chinese Poet Hongri Yuan Translated by Yuanbing zhang Gold birds, ah! Flew above my head A golden ribbon Spreading out to me from the sky I saw the golden mountains Smiling at me in the distance The layers of... - [Horses in February](https://literaryyard.com/2018/07/26/horses-in-february/): By: Lauren Lubrino The road leads to the edge of the map Eroded gravel, torn billboards, a ship graveyard Arthur Kill’s museum of nautical failures Floating metal skeletons, landmark of years gone by “Keep out” is scribbled in graffiti On the... - [Darkness is a Proper Noun](https://literaryyard.com/2018/07/26/darkness-is-a-proper-noun/): By Lauren Lubrino Suspension bridges. Cameras installed on both ends. “They are watching us.” The iron railing was cold. His hands turned blue with web of purple veins. There is a netting below the bridge to catch those who decide... - [Daybreak](https://literaryyard.com/2018/07/26/daybreak/): By: Jennifer Benningfield Fourteen months, and still Donita had not experienced a night of uninterrupted sleep. The first nine of those months could be simply–perhaps rightly–attributed to the fetus developing inside of her body. Adapting to life in a new... - [Top Writers Who Used Stream OF Consciousness to its Best](https://literaryyard.com/2018/07/25/top-writers-who-used-stream-of-consciousness-to-its-best/): Among the myriad ways that storytellers and novelists have invented to narrate their tales, stream of consciousness is perhaps the only tool that has caught everyone’s fancy. While it sounds fascinating and surreal, it has not been everyone’s cup of... - [Poem: Nightsky](https://literaryyard.com/2018/07/25/poem-nightsky/): By: April Mae M. Berza  I ask for the galaxy in your eyes, each constellation dancing as we waltz in the Milky Way of deepest desire. The maiden moon playing jazz, the stars welcoming us in a night of hopes and... - [Poem: I buried Cupid's arrows](https://literaryyard.com/2018/07/25/poem-i-buried-cupids-arrows/): By: April Mae M. Berza  I buried Cupid’s arrows in my dreams and awoke thirsty of fires and desires. When I drank an ocean, zephyr sings a heavy dirge to reconcile the fears with my tears slowly battling like soldiers fighting... - [Connecting with Meena Jamatia and Unakoti hills](https://literaryyard.com/2018/07/24/connecting-with-meena-jamatia-and-unakoti-hills/): By: Rimli Bhattacharya It is during my visit to Unakoti hills of Tripura that I got the opportunity of meeting Meena. Wearing a Rignai covering the lower half of her body and Risa and Rikutu covering the upper half of her torso,... - [Story: Funeral Service](https://literaryyard.com/2018/07/24/story-funeral-service/): By Andrew Pence “Where are you going?” Carl asked, knowing the answer. “Out,” Emily answered without elaboration, putting the finishing touches on her makeup. “Again, Christ. That’s three times this week and it ain’t even Friday.” “So? You can go... - ['The Seagul' and other poems by Marc Carver](https://literaryyard.com/2018/07/21/the-seagul-and-other-poems-by-marc-carver/): By: Marc Carver The Seagul I want to be like one of those old seagulls who knows he is close to death. No goodbyes no farewells They just go out to sea and keep flying they fly until they die.... - [Poem: Dreaming with Cleopatra](https://literaryyard.com/2018/07/21/poem-dreaming-with-cleopatra/): By: Daniel de Culla Being naked to bed From the bedside table Where my father kept condoms And historical naked stars Dreaming with them I took a big postcard That I thought was a chicken In a yard: It was... - [Poem: Shangrila](https://literaryyard.com/2018/07/21/poem-shangrila/): By: Daniel de Culla Where are you going, James Hilton? Where are you going, sad about you? -I’m looking for my Lost Horizons On the great bluish mountain of the Karakal In Baskul, Afghanistan. -If Tomás Moro is already dead In... - [Poem: Lost Horizons](https://literaryyard.com/2018/07/21/poem-lost-horizons/): By: Daniel de Culla Where are you going, James Hilton? Where are you going, sad about you? -I’m looking for my Lost Horizons On the great bluish mountain of the Karakal In Baskul, Afghanistan. -If Tomás Moro is already dead In... - [Blame It on Riots](https://literaryyard.com/2018/07/19/blame-it-on-riots/): By: Ram Govardhan The towering, ornate Nigerian teak door at the end of lane is usually closed and persistently watched over by very old Rasul Chacha, as if he is on a continued lookout for someone wicked. Because the lane... - [Story: Lori In Love](https://literaryyard.com/2018/07/19/story-lori-in-love/): By: Ruth Z Deming She’d kept his photo at the bottom of her jewelry box, under her stunning wedding ring that bastard Stewart had given back, after the four children were grown. She took back her maiden name, Goodland, had a... - [Poem: 5150 - A Self Portrait](https://literaryyard.com/2018/07/16/poem-5150-a-self-portrait/): By: Johnny Gardner What I write is supposed to explain me But to limn is to betray me; how I portray my life, Revealing me, for who I am underneath. The sides of me most would never see, but believe. I... - [The Last Unpleasantness](https://literaryyard.com/2018/07/16/the-last-unpleasantness/): By: Michael Fryd The Social Order Police arrived in the nick of time before she had a chance to set the house on fire, and took her to the Holding Facility. This was her third violation and she wondered what would... - [Nightfall](https://literaryyard.com/2018/07/15/nightfall/): By: Ian Fletcher Night is falling drawing the day into its own oblivion a day like all days unique, irretrievable by word or image or the world’s recall. So it is with me for my night falls and my oblivion calls.... - [Story: Pink Bunny Rabbits](https://literaryyard.com/2018/07/15/story-pink-bunny-rabbits/): By: Richard Tattoni “Don’t you like it here, Dick?” asked Dr. Everything-Will-Be-Alright. It was the oldest hospital in the city. I was in the emergency room. To be honest, there wasn’t a hospital room on the planet where I would want... - [Searching Sunny Leone](https://literaryyard.com/2018/07/14/searching-sunny-leone/): By: Prashil Kumar When I turned nineteen, grandfather took me to a neighbouring village. There, he introduced me to a random family and informed they were going to be my inlaws soon. I had no option but to obey. “Yes, Grandfather.”... - [Poem: My Ex's Car](https://literaryyard.com/2018/07/13/poem-my-exs-car/): By: Minako Biedenbach My boyfriend always lies right to my face My ex has a nice new car and it’s black It’s time I put my boyfriend in his place And if he’s smart then he’ll shape up his act I’m... - [Poem: Yellow Canoe](https://literaryyard.com/2018/07/13/poem-yellow-canoe/): By: Minako Biedenbach I’ll jump on a yellow canoe to get to the zoo to the zoo who knew get a new hairdo then go back to the parents no that won’t do I’ll live in shack they won’t fight back... - [Poem: Meditation on the Lord’s Prayer](https://literaryyard.com/2018/07/13/poem-meditation-on-the-lords-prayer/): By: Yevgeniya Przhebelskaya  Jesus’s disciples asked: teach us to pray. Today, crying or cursing, we seek “Our Father …” Our careers are thorny, we reap backstabs, gossip and sin. Our daily bread is hormone filled protein. Our enemies who are not... - [Poem: Under a Sycamore Tree](https://literaryyard.com/2018/07/13/poem-under-a-sycamore-tree/): By: Yevgeniya Przhebelskaya In death’s chokehold of despair and ranging fire of desire, in smashing murmur of the world, “Look for the Savior” I’m told. Who heard Nathaniel’s secret prayer, And called him out of despair? Who saw Zacchaeus on a... - [Story: Behind Unlocked Doors](https://literaryyard.com/2018/07/13/story-behind-unlocked-doors/): By: Neyda Sandoval “Babe, please calm down. Don’t worry you will be fine,” Nathaniel reaffirmed Cindy as he increased his speed to merge onto the freeway. “That’s easy for you to say. You don’t have to live with diabetes, blood transfusions... - [Story: A Profound Discovery](https://literaryyard.com/2018/07/11/story-a-profound-discovery/): By: Neyda Sandoval Sweat dripped down his face, frantically trying to button his shirt and zip up his pants, after Elijah realized it was Sunday. Elijah Jones, was late for mass and did not want to be scolded by his girlfriend... - [Story: Waking Up To Silence](https://literaryyard.com/2018/07/03/story-waking-up-to-silence/): By: Chloe Spencer Concentrate. Breathe. Focus. Jacqueline stared at the whiteboard. Her eyes flickered as she watched the lecturer’s hands, moving from left to right, top to bottom. It was as if her professor’s hands were dancing around the equation she... - [Poem: Odor](https://literaryyard.com/2018/06/27/poem-odor/): By: Anupama Kadwad Odor is such a strong sense many beautiful memories linked with it. Exhilarating smell of mud after the first rains. Invigorating smell of incense sticks linked with prayers. Exuberant smell of new books associated with first day of... - [Poem: Grandpa](https://literaryyard.com/2018/06/27/poem-grandpa/): By: Anupama Kadwad Rocking back and forth with a creaking sound can still envision him sitting on the chair At the strike of seven rushed to catch our place by his feet tiny eager faces waited in anticipation huddled close by... - [Story: Always the Smell of Chemistry and Aqua Net](https://literaryyard.com/2018/06/27/story-always-the-smell-of-chemistry-and-aqua-net/): By: Samuel E. Cole The window shades are closed. Bobby, my husband, prefers darkness, believing transparency echoes nebulousness. He’s shady, too, speaking neither of a value system nor of its usefulness. He does, however, understand neglect, which makes it easy for... - [Story: Evening of a dawn](https://literaryyard.com/2018/06/22/story-evening-of-a-dawn/): By: Victor Azubike  General Steel the Head of State and Commander in Chief of the Armed forces sat on an armchair, luxuriating close to the Olympic size swimming pool of the State house on a languorous evening in June. With him... - [In the Casino](https://literaryyard.com/2018/06/22/in-the-casino/): By: Frankie Lyon PART ONE (Paris) My tongue is the beginning of trouble, My body the end. Some days I am an outlaw. I see things Others don’t: grime At the bottom of the canal. Organ-grinders Moving fast behind every... - [BAD FOR BUSINESS/ ode to the king](https://literaryyard.com/2018/06/22/bad-for-business-ode-to-the-king/): By: Constance Woodring Every day we hear your name, you always sound the same. You got war in your nose. It doesn’t matter where you buy your clothes. You’re a shot in the dark, waiting to make your mark. We can... - [Poem: Smell Coast To Coast Roses](https://literaryyard.com/2018/06/20/poem-smell-coast-to-coast-roses/): By: Gerard Sarnat Walking new body on Frisco’s Embarcadero Pacifica Radio radical paranoia in general but now specifically about how radioactive left titanium knee & hip are alt-right gov’t’s way to get back at moi for protesting Trump. Despite hard... - [The Wordsmith Becomes Worldsmith](https://literaryyard.com/2018/06/20/the-wordsmith-becomes-worldsmith/): By: Jessica Lao  Court against country, mind against body, even truth itself against fiction—in a play filled with dualities, perhaps none is so encompassing as that of action and passivity in William Shakespeare’s As You Like It. As its characters struggle... - [Letter to the Editor: On Asian Anti-Blackness](https://literaryyard.com/2018/06/20/letter-to-the-editor-on-asian-anti-blackness/): By: Jessica Lao  Let’s get things straight. This isn’t a story of getting personally stomped on by the police, or being forced to leave school because of my (as it happens, conveniently not) natural hair. For the most part, I can’t... - [Blurred Lines: Assimilation and White Teeth](https://literaryyard.com/2018/06/20/blurred-lines-assimilation-and-white-teeth/): By: Jessica Lao  Picture a 13-year-old sitting in a classroom, gradually consuming her weight in pencil erasers as her Georgia Studies teacher embarks on one of his infamous rants. “Did y’all see the video of that boy going after the store... - [Poem: Delicious Madness](https://literaryyard.com/2018/06/19/poem-delicious-madness/): By: Adam Levon Brown  I was blessed with the divine madness! I have been chosen to spread this holy litany of this chewed on word. The blood which courses through my veins is infused with the strain of the Serpent Biting... - [Poem: Moon-Drop Paradise](https://literaryyard.com/2018/06/19/poem-moon-drop-paradise/): By: Adam Levon Brown  (Inspired by the Poetry of Derrick C.Brown) I walked up to a woman drinking sweet tea She resembled Mary Magdalene with a touch of “Bitch, I’ll cut you if you touch me” I asked her If I... - [Poem: Tune out/Drop in](https://literaryyard.com/2018/06/19/poem-tune-out-drop-in/): By: Adam Levon Brown  Motorboat silence cracks the open wave Mist falls on your parched ears While music enters through your rattling lungs Pomegranate lips squeeze through the open blind-shade Oleander sepulcher splattered on Pink Floyd’s Wall Departure from mainstream reality... - [Story: Remembrance](https://literaryyard.com/2018/06/19/story-remembrance/): By: Tamra Scott-Hunt So remembered are these two whose lives once touched each other. On warm days they sat like small children playing in the sand, telling secrets that will never be told to another, and sharing each other’s laughter when... - [Poem: Paweł Markiewicz](https://literaryyard.com/2018/06/19/poem-pawel-markiewicz/): By: Dichter I, a priest, am waiting behind the magic rainbow, in the beautiful Druid-temple, illuminated by the fire, that does not burn brightly, but shimmers such the magical jack-o’-lantern its sparks and sparkles are called the earthly sea of wonderful... - [Foreplay](https://literaryyard.com/2018/06/16/foreplay/): By: William Ogden Haynes It was one of those billiard halls that was known for strong cocktails, great tables and a high probability of picking up a date. Often, he was lucky enough to meet a woman who asked him to... - [Just Before the Storm](https://literaryyard.com/2018/06/16/just-before-the-storm/): By: William Ogden Haynes The old couple sits on the front porch drinking coffee, waiting for the bad weather, wondering how many more storms they will be able to watch together. From the porch swing they can see the pampas grass... - [Urban Renewal in Hyde Park: Chicago 1955](https://literaryyard.com/2018/06/16/urban-renewal-in-hyde-park-chicago-1955/): By: William Ogden Haynes “In all, after the plans were pushed through the City Council, 193 acres were demolished, 30,000 people were displaced, bars, jazz clubs, and other businesses were pushed out, and 41 acres were claimed as additions to the... - [Erosion](https://literaryyard.com/2018/06/15/erosion/): By: Tamra Scott-Hunt I don’t want to hate you…. I want to dig deep and remember the times you were civil, pleasant, and safe. I don’t want to remember the hot, cold burn of your leather belt, your bulging temple veins,... - [Story: The Boot Scraper](https://literaryyard.com/2018/06/15/story-the-boot-scraper/): By Chris Fortunato A chill wind of unease descends upon people in their sixth decade. Small issues appear unexpectedly and diminish the joy of first love. Prescott knew he was guilty of criticizing Angela for little things such as spending... - [Matteo Salvini, Italy’s New Strongman](https://literaryyard.com/2018/06/15/matteo-salvini-italys-new-strongman/): By: Gaither Stewart As shown in the permissive attitude of Italians toward Fascism last century, also contemporary Italians perceive of a strong and charismatic leader as a shield against disorder and their inherent inclination toward anarchy. Someone to protect them against... - [Story: Bashir](https://literaryyard.com/2018/06/14/story-bashir/): By: Prashil Kumar Bashir had never imagined losing his father. However, he chose losing him, for good. He could never imagine death upon his father. But he chose that too. Bashir was five when he figured that his father was unwell.... - [Story: Wishful Thinking](https://literaryyard.com/2018/06/14/story-wishful-thinking/): By: Philip Charter Aiden McNealy tried his key in the door for the third time. Sodding thing always jammed. At least he didn’t have to worry about waking anybody up. The teenage tossers downstairs had gone out, rather than DJing into... - [Story: Sand Sailor](https://literaryyard.com/2018/06/14/story-sand-sailor/): By: Rajbir Johar He stretched, allowing his eyes to peer over the open window. The wind was strong as always. A blue and yellow kite in hand, he struggled onto the warm beach underneath him and threw the kite. The kite... - [Story: The Greatest Gift](https://literaryyard.com/2018/06/14/story-the-greatest-gift/): By: Kathleen Vo “Am I crazy?” I asked myself as I stepped out into the dark, rainy night, both arms pulled down by two heavy bags of food, face stinging as the wind pierced my skin. On this cold winter day,... - [Story: Blue Bike](https://literaryyard.com/2018/06/14/story-blue-bike/): By: Hannah Yun She stomped into the quiet room, heels clicking against the ground with every step. There was no doubt that every eye was on her as she approached the young man reaching for a book on the shelf. He... - [Poem: Internal Struggle](https://literaryyard.com/2018/06/14/poem-internal-struggle/): By: June Hyuk Jung A heart as cold as stone Cynicism that is second to none Unable to see any other way And just worries every single day About what it could have been And always wants to know when Many... - [Poem: The Valley of Tribeca](https://literaryyard.com/2018/06/13/poem-the-valley-of-tribeca/): By: Mary Bone I was in the Tribeca Valley Where the buffalo used to roam. The canyons echoed drum sounds from a long time ago. Corn was planted row upon row. Tribes gathered from all around To celebrate the food... - [Poem: The Clay People](https://literaryyard.com/2018/06/13/poem-the-clay-people/): By: Mary Bone The clay people lived in the forest, Made pots and utensils, Hunted for food Lived off the land- Chanted around campfires, Made their own music Danced to a different drummer, They returned to the earth As the... - [At the Old Café](https://literaryyard.com/2018/06/13/at-the-old-cafe/): By: KJ Hannah Greenberg At the old café, she puffed nicotine’s charms Into a perambulator that swayed a bit; such Dragon-breath assayed her wrapped baby. Wasting no time, a waiter, urged by his manager’s Stare, scolded. His long finger wiggled back... - [The Ways in Which We Puttered](https://literaryyard.com/2018/06/13/the-ways-in-which-we-puttered/): By: KJ Hannah Greenberg When outmoded enough to care for community mothers, we counted The ways they puttered in gardens, discarding cool, rainy day work As balderdash-type business (only university scholars should jab wet Dirt, sow in contentious grounds, attempt impossible,... - [Yes, There are Rapid, Side-effect Free Ways to Reduce Depression](https://literaryyard.com/2018/05/30/yes-there-are-rapid-side-effect-free-ways-to-reduce-depression/): By: David Shapiro For Michael Phelps, depression is both a problem that many athletes face and also a personal challenge. Despite being the world’s most decorated swimmer and the Olympian with the most medals of all time, with 28 Olympic... - [Three Lessons on Love](https://literaryyard.com/2018/05/29/three-lessons-on-love/): By: Alexander Kemp Disclaimer: This is mostly a true story, but not really, but this actually did happen, but not really, but yeah, its non-fiction, except all the parts that are fiction. New Year’s Eve (December 30, 2016) “Takes an... - [Poem: Drip](https://literaryyard.com/2018/05/29/poem-drip/): By: David If I was An inanimate object, I would be A single drop of water Falling from the sky Faster than the blink of an eye. “Bloop” landing amongst, Millions of other droplets No different than the others. No... - [Travel: Civita de Bagnoregio](https://literaryyard.com/2018/05/28/travel-civita-de-bagnoregio/): By: Jim Alexander Dave and I stood dumbfounded when we gazed across the Tiber Valley at the ancient city of Civita. The abandoned medieval buildings that clustered atop steep cliff looked surreal and the distant plateau might have been an apparition.... - [Poem: The Hours at Saint Rasputin Syrian Orthodox Church](https://literaryyard.com/2018/05/28/poem-the-hours-at-saint-rasputin-syrian-orthodox-church/): By: Chuck Orloski Hemophiliac Damascus, those eyes, those eyes, Rasputin’s eyes, like Russian S-300’s activated at abyss. Seducer, Gregory can’t get close to Czar Putin’s Alexandra, she doesn’t like beards & hooligans. Those eyes, scary eyes! What the hell is... - [Letting Go](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/21/letting-go/): By: Mukund Gnanadesikan It’s OK, officer. You seem like a nice young man. I’d like to think that I was once like you. Back away from me. Go back down those stairs, please. For your own sanity. You ask me... - [The coin toss](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/21/the-coin-toss/): By: Susana McArthur Memories of that last year at the University came flooding back as he sat on the hard bed. Closing his eyes, his mind re-lived that fateful last year and he admitted to himself that those had been... - [Wilderness - a poem](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/20/wilderness-a-poem/): By: Mythili Nagarajan I dived deep Into the past To collect The scattered self. Where Self remained Still With Wild guts. The collective remains Sheathed The me With Haunting shield. Lost in Own wilderness Me in me Crawled And Creeped... - [The shivering hands and shaky voices are left alone, nowadays](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/20/the-shivering-hands-and-shaky-voices-are-left-alone-nowadays/): By: Anupama Mishra The days are unpleasant, perilous and grave for the old. Having been deserted and left he is avoided like an abandoned house with its broken doors and sagging porch. Poor old, considered as an oxidised lock, is... - [Longing for normal](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/20/longing-for-normal/): By: Dave Gregory Two tanned, barefoot, young men in wet swimsuits sit on white sand in the shade of a long, lofty row of Casuarina trees. Elongated green leaves, resembling brushstrokes in a French Impressionist painting, sway in a warm... - ['Laundry Day' and other poems by Andrew Broadous](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/20/laundry-day-and-other-poems-by-andrew-broadous/): By: Andrew Broadous Laundry Day In this psych ward, the nurse unlocks the door with a keycard, one electric pop, and as the heavy metal halts shut, I turn, peer through a small glass window. I see the world escaping,... - ['The Value Of Old Shoes' and other poems by Leslie McGriff](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/20/the-value-of-old-shoes-and-other-poems-by-leslie-mcgriff/): By: Leslie McGriff For Derek Walcott I imagine they wrapped your body in white sheets around and around arms still at your sides the fabric delicate and lightweight leaving you open to the atmosphere your head they cased in an... - ['Patience' and other poems by John Zurn](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/20/patience-and-other-poems-by-john-zurn/): By: John Zurn Patience Patience is often seen as a burden When “now” is the proof of achievement. Faster is better and newer means more, And first is the measure of greatness. Impatient to raise my own self-esteem, I trust... - [Service Disruption](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/20/service-disruption/): By: Antonia Schuster His nonchalant Kik message springs on to my screen at 3.20: How about 3.30 near Platform 28 bar? I make hasty excuses to my staff, sending them flighty Skype messages just got to duck out for half... - [Mother - a poem](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/20/mother-a-poem/): By Jane Collins-Philippe She goes to the fridge to let my brother in at the door and puts the butter in the oven along with her hat and the napkins normally meant for the table. When she forgets where she’s... - [Never Cry Woolf](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/20/never-cry-woolf/): By: Jane Collins-Philippe The water level was high, the current strong. The familiar blue-grey ribbon tumbled wildly as it worked its way to wherever it is that rivers go. Leafy silence was interrupted only by the chirping of birds and... - [Poem: Loneliness](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/20/poem-loneliness/): By: Woody Fran She wants so desperately to love And to be loved A love more powerful than the word itself The type only portrayed in movies She wants once again to trust As a newborn clings to its mother... - ['Iron Maiden' and other poems by JL Smith](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/19/iron-maiden-and-other-poems-by-jl-smith/): By: JL Smith Iron Maiden The iron maiden sits in the bedroom room corner, waiting for me to come inside, feel its confines, compression of air, its sharp nails, scraping my skin no matter where I turn. I put myself... - [Miss Directions](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/19/miss-directions/): By: Gary Zenker It’s the same argument every time the two of them are in the car together with me. “Don’t listen to her, she’s telling you the long way. Turn left here and then go straight,” my wife commands.... - ['If Our Sky Was Our Skin' and other poems by Allen Serrano](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/19/if-our-sky-was-our-skin-and-other-poems-by-allen-serrano/): By: Allen Serrano If Our Sky Was Our Skin If our sky was our skin, what color would it be? Pigment dark enough to blaspheme a holy night or fair enough to irradiate the clouds as if heaven was here.... - [Is desensitizing necessary or leading to apathy?](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/19/is-desensitizing-necessary-or-leading-to-apathy/): By: Michelle Kelly The medical industry has an interesting way of functioning. A patient’s wellbeing is in the hands of strangers who are supposed to save their lives or keep them as healthy as possible. Many patients put their complete... - [The Generous Tip](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/19/the-generous-tip/): By Robert Feinstein Back in the seventies, I used to drive a cab on Sundays. It was tough work and I was grateful that hacking, which in those days had nothing to do with computers, was not my full-time job.... - [Science Fiction Haiku and Tanka](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/19/science-fiction-haiku-and-tanka/): By: Denny E. Marshall Science Fiction Haiku black hole each a galaxy black hole deep space probe survives long enough to find got the color wrong all the things you did last month, alien watching on T.V. tonight aliens assure... - [Retirement](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/16/retirement/): By: David Desiderio My wife came home from work early and took me by surprise with the question, “Who were you talking to?” Charlie and I usually held court at the kitchen table where I was sure to hear the... - [Before, in the Beginning](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/16/before-in-the-beginning/): By: ZT Wiser I watched her sitting quietly at the patio table as her company chattered away. The conversation focused on who had been wearing who, and which party had been the most decadent the night before. They erupted into... - [A Dream of Natalie](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/16/a-dream-of-natalie/): By: Michael Summerleigh She had never been late coming home from work. Bonker and Zoom got supper at 5.30 without fail, so when she turned the corner he sensed…knew…something was wrong. The sunset shone through the three high-rise towers to... - [Up All Night](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/13/up-all-night/): By Landon Knepp “The moose is back, shug,” Ron said with some fanfare. He’d see them out in the woods from time to time, but this was the first one to venture into their backyard. And it was his third... - [Xibalba](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/13/xibalba/): By: Chris KasselBy Wim—short for William—lived in a tall apartment building in the middle of a blustery big city. The building had a narrow little staircase and hallways full of stank, but in the rear was an alley where one... - [Why I turned down the offer of the executive producer of the Ellen Degeneres show, etc.](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/11/why-i-turned-down-the-offer-of-the-executive-producer-of-the-ellen-degeneres-show-etc/): By: April Mae M. Berza Last 2012, my American publisher Azaan Kamau emailed me about the possibility of being a guest to the Ellen Degeneres show since A. Lassner, the executive producer, invited all the members of the Letters to... - [Licence to Kill?](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/11/licence-to-kill/): By: Mirela Meister-Terzaki The Troubles in Northern Ireland: a topic that has captured the attention of the entire European continent. Blood curdling events, senseless bombings, tit-for-tat shootings & atrocities that sounded the death knell for 3,700 innocent people; but also... - [Six poems about life in China](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/11/six-poems-about-life-in-china/): By: Ilya Gutner Will to life 1 When life comes to you to take you by the hand then living nature’s hands are fire and there is no such word as No. The beginning of all things is the night... - [I, Sea, Memories](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/11/i-sea-memories/): By: Skye Sweven Sand slips through my fingers. The sky is dusty gray, with a mix of amaranthine glow reminding me that it is dawn. This time of the morning is quiet. Stars, too, must feel this way, as they... - [Poem: Illusions](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/11/poem-illusions/): By Gabriela M cemeteries open tombs scream flesh and bone yellow multiplication of sunsets space and time sink in nervous equations illusions of an unknown speed a crow gets strangled in a myth a morbid verse hangs on a cross... - [What Matilda Wants, Matilda Gets](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/05/what-matilda-wants-matilda-gets/): By Christopher J. Bailey Terrence Roberts opened his eyes as the first rays of sunshine shredded through the closed blinds, heralding the start of a new day. He glanced at his watch: six-thirty. He took a few moments to oust... - [Poem: Walk along a beach](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/05/poem-walk-along-a-beach/): By: Andy Botterill Warming currents of air lift up your memories as never quite before. Exposed now and bare, lying in tatters just out of reach, like dying embers of driftwood washed up on the beach scattered where they fell,... - ['When Paying Respects to the Leader' and other poems by John Grey](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/04/when-paying-respects-to-the-leader-and-other-poems-by-john-grey/): By: John Grey WHEN PAYING RESPECTS TO THE LEADER So there you are, a great anemic Buddha, eyes as blue as coral waters, skin like parchment, hulking rolls of blubber swaddled in gold robe, rear bearing down on a protesting... - [Poem: The dog and I as well as some sounds](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/04/poem-the-dog-and-i-as-well-as-some-sounds/): By: Paweł Markiewicz one dreamy spring day I looked in to brilliant eyes of my pal-dog in to his tender ocular dominance of eternity so that my gentle poem was in the soul perfect delicate now the most marvelous words... - [Recent Unfortunate Events](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/04/recent-unfortunate-events/): By J K Nottingham Stories, Paul felt, were the only pleasure keeping him from leaving this world without care for the consequences. Today a great idea for a story had come to him fully formed. However, with no small amount... - [Poem: Glorious Meditation](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/04/poem-glorious-meditation/): By: Patricia Saunders I am falling in emptiness with no handrail to clutch I am drawing in breath and plunging down passageways I am dim with night, and full of light. My soul takes wings And I am swinging, suspended,... - [The old, the young, and me.](https://literaryyard.com/2019/06/25/the-old-the-young-and-me/): By: Burbuqe Raufi Lately I feel like I have been possessed by an old lady. She had entered my body, my mind and my soul. She is now the pilot of my aircraft, of me. Never invited such an occurrence;... - [Woman On The Lam](https://literaryyard.com/2019/06/25/woman-on-the-lam-2/) - [A children’s playground](https://literaryyard.com/2019/06/19/a-childrens-playground/): By: Garry Poree The cool evening brought a condensed morning dew, clinging to the grass and cobwebs in the schoolyard. As the sun began to rise, boasting her might from the horizon, the moisture started to evaporate. The pendulum had... - [The Garden](https://literaryyard.com/2019/06/19/the-garden/): By: Don Tassone The old man raised his hoe high in the air and brought it down, striking the thick, encrusted soil with all his might. He grimaced and moaned as a pain shot through his arms and into his... - [Poems: 'The Land Where I Belong' n 'Sunday Dreams'](https://literaryyard.com/2019/06/19/poems-the-land-where-i-belong-n-sunday-dreams/): By: Ronald Robin Roy The Land Where I Belong Take me to the land Where freedom is harvested, Where golden sunshine wash away weariness Where koel sings to soothe ears Where ripples in the pond reflect longing dream Where if... - [Loving thy neighbour](https://literaryyard.com/2019/06/19/loving-thy-neighbour/): By: Christine Nanfra “I feel a strong connection to you too Ken, you know that, but we’re both married,” Jane stammered a bit. “Hell, we know each other’s spouses.” She breathed deeply to keep herself from falling, falling into arms... - [In the Port of Odessa](https://literaryyard.com/2019/06/19/in-the-port-of-odessa/): By Gaither Stewart On the day their love affair began Wally and Dietrich were sitting on Rome’s flower-garlanded Spanish Steps. And unlike any other day in either of their lives, their meeting was indelibly stamped in their memories because of... - [Story: Disperse the Gloomy Clouds of Night](https://literaryyard.com/2019/06/12/story-disperse-the-gloomy-clouds-of-night/): By: Ian M. Evans Hannah tucked her two cans of spray paint out of sight behind some of the dead flowers and stepped back to admire her handiwork: red letters, still glistening on a gold background, scrawled across the concrete... - [Story: Grandma’s House](https://literaryyard.com/2019/06/12/story-grandmas-house/): By Claudia Piepenburg The girl had never been inside a mausoleum. She was just a child after all. No one in her family had died yet so she hadn’t attended a funeral or burial. But she was always afraid when... - [Teddy Bear - A Story](https://literaryyard.com/2019/06/11/teddy-bear-a-story/): By Dan O’Neill His name was Diego.He was twenty two, had a medium build and hairless..He was dark skinned.He said he was from Torreon,Mexico,the same place Ricardo Montalban was from.He seemed very proud of this.I told him he was muy... - [The Kowbell Kafe](https://literaryyard.com/2019/06/11/the-kowbell-kafe/): By: James W. White Jessie dropped the letter on his mattress, “What the living hell?” He studied the envelope for the third time. It was addressed to his cousin, Frank Graves, care of Jessie’s address, from Frank’s mother, Joyce Taylor,... - ['Prodigy' and other poems by Mishal Imaan Syed](https://literaryyard.com/2019/06/11/prodigy-and-other-poems-by-mishal-imaan-syed/): By: Mishal Imaan Syed I. Prodigy “c# minor is a healing key.” This is what she tells me, and it is, too So velvet. Softest as the first of winter’s aubade The color of fantaisies and tonalities of remembrance, a... - ['Civilization' n other poems by Milt](https://literaryyard.com/2019/06/11/civilization-n-other-poems-by-milt/): By: Milt Montague Civilization The South Pacific is littered with islands like specks of earths floating in a pool dots of sand on blue more like mountain tops piercing the clouds people have lived there for untold generations happily surviving... - [Poems: 'Reflections on Aging' n 'The Desire'](https://literaryyard.com/2019/06/10/poems-reflections-on-aging-n-the-desire/): By: Christina B. Barrick Reflections on Aging I yearn for the time of youth— when dreams portent of things to be, wishes dance to the heavens, and the celestial skies answer. . . “Yes”. But as the seasons age, some... - [Story: Seven Devils](https://literaryyard.com/2019/06/10/story-seven-devils/): By: J.B. Toner When the unclean spirit comes out of a man, it wanders in dry places seeking rest, and finds it not. Then it saith, I will return to the house which I left. And it brings with it... - [Poem: The Power of a Woman](https://literaryyard.com/2019/06/10/poem-the-power-of-a-woman/): By mbThewriter She can’t stand sexism but she fell in love with men who wear capes to sleep and call themselves feminists. Love is her middle name, but she won’t bite into the candy she receives from a man who... - ['Stars in the Night' and other poems by Ute Carson](https://literaryyard.com/2019/06/10/stars-in-the-night-and-other-poems-by-ute-carson/): By: Ute Carson Stars in the Night I remember many delights. Riding my mare bareback across a meadow. My naked toes brushing the tips of dew-moistened grass. Waking up in my lover’s arms, feeling my heart race. Cradling our baby,... - [Parabolic Poetry by Mickey Kulp](https://literaryyard.com/2019/06/03/parabolic-poetry-by-mickey-kulp/): By Mickey Kulp The bird on the wire The bird on the wire watches me trapped in traffic, caged, going nowhere. I pound the steering wheel, furious at the delay. The bird on the wire has a full belly for... - [Trumped up wars](https://literaryyard.com/2019/06/03/trumped-up-wars/): By William T. Hathaway “Obey me or die!” the orange-haired man threatens the world. “My drones know you’re home, and my missiles don’t miss. I’m Commander in Chief, CinC for short. I’ll sink you into the sea, fry you crisp,... - [Howell's Haunted House](https://literaryyard.com/2019/06/03/howells-haunted-house/): By: Stanford Chigaro Kelvin stopped and looked at the old house to his left. He had passed it every day since he started school three years ago. It was almost like Mrs. Smiths’ house a few blocks away, but the... - ['Daffodil' and other poems by Channie Greenberg](https://literaryyard.com/2019/06/03/daffodil-and-other-poems-by-channie-greenberg/): By: Channie Greenberg Daffodil Cream or gold vanity, expressed during fleeting weeks of wet and sun, You couldn’t work past life’s expectations when your ephemeral nature Limited your seasons. Hence, higgledy-piggledy, you grew on hillsides, In meadows, in middens’ depths,... - ['Peace A Chance' and 'Freedom' by Jay M](https://literaryyard.com/2019/06/03/peace-a-chance-and-freedom-by-jay-m/): By: Jay M Peace A Chance: Hit by wild winds in a forest, Oh, perfidious dance, Of a dark moon, In an unfathomable trance. No speechless birds we, Nor with broken wings, Nay, mirthless in sorrow, In flight, our proud... - [The North Window](https://literaryyard.com/2019/06/03/the-north-window/): By: Judson Blake “There’s a man in that house,” said the child. His face dipped as he spoke. His voice was mewling. Sheila Tamm stepped back to look around the fir trees. It was a house she knew well. She... - [Story: Kool Aid Street](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/30/story-kool-aid-street/): By: Mary Bone The neighbors call me Goldie. The milk put out on the doorstep for me is perfect. I make my rounds on Kool Aid street every day. This block has always been mine since I left my scent... - [2019 Philippine Senatorial Election ](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/30/2019-philippine-senatorial-election/): By: April Mae M. Berza 2019 Philippine Senatorial Election  Creatures from Philippine mythology ran for the senatorial election, the tiyanak was thirsty for flesh  and blood just to remain in his  throne while an old aswang  wanted to avenge his... - [Thing, Mother, Eye: Marie Cardinal’s Words to Say It](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/30/thing-mother-eye-marie-cardinals-words-to-say-it/): By: Ilgın Yıldız “I can’t just speak and say nothing. That’s how we lose ourselves, the poem and I, in the hopeless attempt to write things that burn.”Alejandra Pizarnik, Extracting the Stone of Madness Marie Cardinal’s autobiographical novel Words to... - [Hung Jury](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/30/hung-jury/): By: Alan Berger The depressing envelope in Penny Bankey’s mailbox was surrounded by other depressing envelopes that went by the name of Bill now due. But this envelope out depressed them all as it was a fate worse than death.... - [Story: The Traveling Baker](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/29/story-the-traveling-baker/): By: Ava Zordilla When the doors opened, I knew instantly that these clients were going to put me on the map. The mother walked in wearing a floral Dolce & Gabanna dress, sparkly Valentino pumps and a Prada purse. Her... - [Story: The Bard](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/29/story-the-bard/): By Mark Kodama I. When Nicanor the Bard returned home from the wars in Asia, he was restless. He had made a fortune many times over only to lose everything, save his life. When he left Greece, he was a... - [A Tristful Trio – three poems by Ian Fletcher](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/29/a-tristful-trio-three-poems-by-ian-fletcher/): By: Ian Fletcher Closing Time He died quite suddenly one winter’s morning a man not in his prime yet taken before his time in an unexpected demise. After the funeral in the rain we gather at his local haunt to... - [Story: Bulldozers and Indians](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/29/story-bulldozers-and-indians/): By: Ed Nichols Boyd Johnson lay on the ground under his pickup, working and cussing. It was hot and humid. The ground he lay on was inherited from his daddy, Melton Johnson, and it had been handed down to his... - [Story: The creepy dance of red curly hair!](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/29/story-the-creepy-dance-of-red-curly-hair/): By: Amera Elwesef Her red curly hair has been buried under my grave. I tried my best to touch my bones with my fingers to make sure that what I see is so real. the red curly hair acted the... - [Story: The Last Ride](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/29/story-the-last-ride/): By J. Ross Archer I have had an insatiable urge to travel the back roads of the western United States, an urge I have longed to satisfy for a long time. I have no specific itinerary in mind, no particular... - ['Cracker Jack Box Poem' and other poems by Michael Lee Johnson](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/28/cracker-jack-box-poem-and-other-poems-by-michael-lee-johnson/): By: Michael Lee Johnson Cracker Jack Box Poem I don’t wear my pocket watch anymoreit reminds me of my age, 73, soon more,outdated gadget, time hanging wheremoving parts below don’t belong nor work anymore.I don’t like to think about endings.... - [Poem: My heart sings the blissful song](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/28/poem-my-heart-sings-the-blissful-song/): By: Anupama Mishra In my tranquil mind, I don’t know the reason For what my heart is happy And also do not know the cause of the sadness. The joy comes but doesn’t last long Alas,the sorrow is much familiar... - [Sophie’s Unworthiness – May 19, 1990](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/28/sophies-unworthiness-may-19-1990/): By: Danielle Cralle “You ain’t gonna make it,” she said. Her high-pitched voice reverberated off the tree trunks. Sophie was 10 then. She stood awkwardly on the fat branch high up in the Oak tree as her heart beat so... - [Life’s Little Travel Lists](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/28/lifes-little-travel-lists/): By Mark D. Walker Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—I took the one less traveled by,And that has made all the differenceRobert Frost During my stint as a Peace Corps Volunteer, I was smitten by and would marry... - [Words Unspoken (3): The Power of Woman](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/28/words-unspoken-3-the-power-of-woman/): By: Gaither Stewart On their return home the Hartmanns did not expect to find the same Munich they had fled from two decades earlier. Nonetheless, they were surprised to find what seemed another city altogether. But then, they realized, they... - [Words Unspoken (2)](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/28/words-unspoken-2/): By Gaither Stewart RAMON AND “OPERATION NIKU” CEAUSESCU I met Ramon on a bright October morning at the hour I like to watch the changing colors of the mountains. I was standing near what people in this Alpine village call... - [Poem: School](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/28/poem-school/): By: Anadi Naik My daughter goes to school Dangling her pony tails carefully meshing up her hair She picks up her books in her backpack And starts walking. She walks to the school. It is a ritual. Like many generations... - ['A Conversation Between Father and Son' and other poems by Anupama Bhattacharya](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/28/a-conversation-between-father-and-son-and-other-poems-by-anupama-bhattacharya/): By: Anupama Bhattacharya A Conversation Between Father and Son Son, we all are at war Some for finance Some for romance Most with Chance Between anima-animas. Papa, “Why do we battle?” Not for victory or prosperity, my son. But surely... - [Summer on the Mountain](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/28/summer-on-the-mountain/): By Rachel Medina As the windows went down, the scent of pine filled the car. Cool air rushed in and blew my hair back from my face. I gulped the fresh, crisp mountain air as I drove higher out of... - [Poem: Looking into the mirror](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/28/poem-looking-into-the-mirror/): By Riccardo Corrado Your eyes are so dark and sad, Pitch black like the darkest night; Who are you? Why so much pain in your eyes? Why are you suffering? I would like to help you, my dear, But what... - [Story: Almost](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/28/story-almost/): By: Niles Reddick When he awoke, the first thing, after nature’s call, was to put the Starbuck’s k-cup in the Keurig, check email, scroll Facebook, sip coffee for thirty minutes before shaving, showering, and dressing for the commute into the... - [Beachgoers](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/27/beachgoers/): By: Jeremy Dorfman Mindy pushed open the sliding glass door and stepped out onto the balcony. The salt water scent greeted her with friendly ease. The morning breeze wrapped itself around her nightie, then swirled off, carrying any lingering stress... - [End of an era](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/27/end-of-an-era/): By: Vivek Nath Mishra We used to spend our whole summer in the village where my grandfather and grandmother lived with my aunt and uncle. I remained very excited as the summer vacation approached. My mother would begin packing bags... - [“Waiting For Happily Ever After"](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/27/waiting-for-happily-ever-after/): By: Cindy (McKinley) Alder When I was young, my mom read me fairy tales that ended with …”and they all lived happily ever after”. Oh how powerful those words were to a young girl! They seemed to say to me,... - [Normal Headlines](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/27/normal-headlines/): By: Chris Luu It all started in 1949, on a bright and sunny day. A man walked in town, feeling fresh, feeling fine, feeling ready to slay. He grabbed his Luger and went uber; he made some people pray. Shot... - [I am not human](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/27/i-am-not-human/): By: Monica Bravo I am a tornado that wrecks I am a destroyer of obstacles I am dangerous and powerful Watch your back Such a disaster, Said the news broadcaster Taking you by surprise Tearing up trouble Never go near... - ['Osborne Street, Fall River, Massachusetts' and other poems by Mary Shay McGuire](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/27/osborne-street-fall-river-massachusetts-and-other-poems-by-mary-shay-mcguire/): By: Mary Shay McGuire Osborne Street, Fall River, Massachusetts Of the men that flirted, winked and laughed Of the men that teased that she was a woman at four Of the boy who wanted to touch Of the boy who... - [Poem: Stardom](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/27/poem-stardom/): By: Ian C Smith At the football, always a reminder of innocent joy, a stranger asked if he could sit next to me. Our talk meandered to a famous team of the past. I can’t remember what prompted me to... - [Poem: Imagination Fades Away](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/27/poem-imagination-fades-away/): By: Keona Nguyen It’s a heart, it’s a train. The shape of the clouds, she saw in her young eyes, but now it fades away. Looking up she sees nothing but plain white clouds. Barbie and Ken. Their sound used... - [Taking Everything](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/22/taking-everything/): By: Jaela Manuel The car swerved off into a bumpy road and took an abrupt stop. Abigail heard the door open and slam. Click. Clack. Emma was inching toward the back seat of the car. The sound felt so distinct... - ['Boys' and other poems by Abigail Kipp](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/22/boys-and-other-poems-by-abigail-kipp/): By: Abigail Kipp Boys Loneliness is a worm gnawing at my gut, so I cling to boys who don’t care (flowers promised but never given). It wiggles its way through me so I can’t ignore it making me cry. Loneliness... - [Lending a Helping Paw](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/22/lending-a-helping-paw/): By: Jaide Lin The Kingdom of Felines was alive with whispered rumors of a three-legged dog that arrived at the gate of the fortress, bearing the royal seal. Peering over the parapets, frantic guards immediately rushed to arrange an escort... - [Poem: Honeymoon Dirge](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/22/poem-honeymoon-dirge/): By: Edmund Weisberg Unsettling. Unfathomable. Shocking. Surreal. To be sitting there eating As the bridegroom lay dying. Of course, we had no clue at the time. There had been an accident, we were told. The ceremony, it was hoped, Would... - [Poem: Is that the answer?](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/21/poem-is-that-the-answer/): By: Liza Jessica Marie What do you do when the answer doesn’t make any sense? When A doesn’t equal B and the answer is Z? Does it makes sense to everybody but, me? When asked a question you expect an... - [Correct Mistake](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/21/correct-mistake/): By Eric Burbridge Maxwell Lowe, a murdering short-tempered muscular MMA champion of Penal Colony Alpha twenty miles off the coast of Chicago was admitted to minimum security for minor surgery. His stretcher stopped at the surgical unit while the scanners... - [Poem: Tell the story](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/21/poem-tell-the-story/): By: J. Sheeba Tell the story, The storms and the whirls, Keep repeating twirls and twirls. Along life’s rugged roads, Tempest and thunder, But I tread, still I wonder! The river of trails, For darkness gathers, Me never hide not,... - ['Working Out at the Y' and other poems by E. Martin Pedersen](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/21/working-out-at-the-y-and-other-poems-by-e-martin-pedersen/): By: E. Martin Pedersen What is Happiness? I see two old people walk Our height and weight What is happiness? Will the radical ideas Of youth at least Provide comic relief If not solace In the third age As our... - [Denizens](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/20/denizens/): 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 bar, long and curved like a piano, immediately... - [Poem: Once](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/20/poem-once-2/): 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 the tree was felled by hired men and... - [Three Journeys](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/20/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, journeys have always mattered so much more than... - [A momentous day](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/20/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 you are fortunate enough not to be pulled... - [Poem: Human](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/20/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 humanity is inhuman There are no more cracks... - [Negative Butterfly Effect](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/15/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 veins of blood. “Want to see my flat... - ['Rambunctious' and other poems by Lauren White](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/15/rambunctious-and-other-poems-by-lauren-white/): By: Lauren White Rambunctious I’m feeling rambunctious Yearning for reprieve from this restive existence In a transient state I watch my muscles twitch, twiddle, troll the air Looking for something to grasp So that I don’t have to remember Reimburse... - [Autumnal Ghosts](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/14/autumnal-ghosts/): By: Vladimir Motchoulski  Edgar slowed his pace as the burial oak crawled into his field of vision from beyond the trail’s end. His son Nathan scurried at his side, riding on a meek ripple of strength that would soon fade away.... - [Congratulations on Your Graduation](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/14/congratulations-on-your-graduation/): By: Valerie Kinsey Her parents are professors at Brooklyn Law. I forget their names: Shel and Sarah or Saul and Sally. We haven’t said more than five words to each other, but I’ve watched their girl, Juliet, grow from a... - [Vanilla Bob in Duluth](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/13/vanilla-bob-in-duluth/): By: Robert E. Remillard   Introduction I’ll introduce myself, (cuz no one else will). I’m the person everyone almost remembers. I lack drama and charisma. I am, seemingly not very memorable, hence the nom de plume, Vanilla Bob. I write somewhat... - [Bullet for the blessed](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/13/bullet-for-the-blessed/): By Eric Burbridge All hell broke loose and a bullet ricocheted off the side of the corner building and hit Milton’s leg. It stung, but that didn’t slow his power scooter. At his age he could kick himself for going... - [Modern Relationshit](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/11/modern-relationshit/): By: Mona Mustafa  You don’t want commitment I am not a prepaid affair Lets try this out first you say There is a no refund on me Lets get some things straight If you’re a cheating player I won’t be your... - [Waiting](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/11/waiting/): By: Keith Manos The window was open just enough to let in the cool night air. The crisp rush of air held Kevin there by the glass, cooling his warm skin and enabling him to study his shadowy reflection. He wondered... - [CleanMax Solar donates solar plant to Komaravolu Gram Panchayath](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/10/cleanmax-solar-donates-solar-plant-to-komaravolu-gram-panchayath/): CleanMax Solar has donated a solar plant of 20 kWp to the Gram Panchayath of Komaravolu village in Andhra Pradesh. The plant was inaugurated on 10th October, 2018 by Mrs. Nara Bhuvaneswari, wife of Chief Minister of Andhra Pradesh, N... - ['The Fate of Our Forest Home' and other poems by JD DeHart](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/10/the-fate-of-our-forest-home-and-other-poems-by-jd-dehart/): By: JD DeHart The Fate of Our Forest Home No more battery to combat the incessant growth of nature, encroaching on the old home. At one time, little bare feet would have patted out the upstart grass shoots, dun earth... - ['Beautiful Funeral' and other poems by Gavin Mndawe](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/10/beautiful-funeral-and-other-poems-by-gavin-mndawe/): By: Gavin Mndawe 1. Beautiful Funeral Atoms roam round a tomb stone It takes more than a fool to know That funerals are for fools alone It is said that he’s dead What an illusion though I don’t consider it the... - [Dùn Èideann](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/10/dun-eideann/): By: Christian Bot Paper. Pen – or pencil, depending on what my tastes of the day dictate. A desk – amiably provided in the hotel room, middlebrow as it is. Now all that remains to be supplied is imagination –... - [Another Ethel](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/10/another-ethel/): By: Christian Bot If there is anything meaningful to gain in the obsessive fandom of an English costume drama, it is surely to be found in the scenes of Highclere Manor, and in particular, in the personage of Ethel Spenser. It... - [Reading Armistead Maupin as a Teenager in Rural Virginia](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/09/reading-armistead-maupin-as-a-teenager-in-rural-virginia/): By: Jessica McCaughey BJ’s Books was the kind of dusty, well-stocked used bookstore you’d expect to find on a quaint city street, urban but with a clean sidewalk and trees. Perhaps the shop would sit just down a half-flight of steps,... - [On the beach](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/09/on-the-beach/): By: Alan Berger “I’m going to kill myself”, Rob said to himself. Rob stood by the subway tracks, waiting for the next train to send him to paradise, or Hell, or wherever the Hell you go when you do something... - [I love you despite everyone nose!](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/09/i-love-you-despite-everyone-nose/): By Amirah Al Wassif I love you despite everyone nose! despite the traffic jam despite the audience blame and the chatter of my toes I love you and I mean what I say a confession of love does not accept... - [Far as the sky](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/09/far-as-the-sky/): By Amirah Al Wassif far as the sky close as a wish we all those sailors who never caught their fish far as the sky close as a wish we think of the only question though our poor or our... - [Last impressions of the night](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/08/last-impressions-of-the-night/): By: Christian My mind is aimless like a wandering arrow hurtled from an inexpert bow Or like an open fuse with no outlet to fulfill it, Hissing sparks indignantly against whatever stands ahead. My brain, despair besieging it, writhes in agony,... - [Why the Revolution of Modern Life is Intelligent, Moral and Beautiful](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/08/why-the-revolution-of-modern-life-is-intelligent-moral-and-beautiful/): By: Thomas Dexter Kerr It is an exciting and hopeful time to be alive. A revolution is sweeping the earth, increasing intelligence by allowing, enabling, inspiring ever more people to make more decisions in their lives. Modern systems that allow people... - [BANTER: Rewriting fairy tales for the digital dating era](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/08/banter-rewriting-fairy-tales-for-the-digital-dating-era/): Banter, a dating application aims to revolutionize the psychique of online dating and bring forth the culture of actual experiences with authentic users into existence. By the name Banter, the app implies the fun and frolic engagements and interactions between... - [Concerning page 1,119 of the Norton Anthology of Modern Poetry (1973)](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/05/concerning-page-1119-of-the-norton-anthology-of-modern-poetry-1973/): By:  James Aitchison “The sanctity of the first uncorrected draft.” This, Jack Kerouac taught Allen Ginsberg. Well: weren’t they both daft? Not for Jack the careful fix, No, he wouldn’t need it; No moving finger canc’ling half a line; He’d... - [Carla, Swept Away](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/05/carla-swept-away/): By: Casey Robb September 1961 The storm is blowing in all black and swirly. I am dancing in the street, twirling, like the clouds. Carla has arrived. Her wind lashes my back, my yellow slicker flapping like a feral thing.... - [Dial Zero for the Desk Clerk](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/05/dial-zero-for-the-desk-clerk/): By: Paul Beckman 1 The noise in the closet keeps me awake. It’s not a noise I recognize so I call the desk clerk. He comes up to my room in quick time. He knocks; I open the door as wide... - [After All These Years](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/05/after-all-these-years/): By: Paul Beckman I almost passed my father on the subway (#6) this afternoon. I was moving—making room for the influx when the line stopped with me looking down at him. He was wearing a Yankees hat, a parka and... - [The Chinese Food Factory](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/04/the-chinese-food-factory/): By Art Gatti Shortly after arriving on Bank Street in Manhattan’s all-but-deserted West Village, I took on the family of a hippie earth mother from Princeton and we squoze into my tiny apartment and tried not to step on each... - [Black Ribbons](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/04/black-ribbons/): By: Paul Beckman Sarah safety-pinned on her dress a piece of cloth from her mother’s apron, a corner off her father’s tallit, and a piece from her brother’s baseball uniform. Then, leaving the hotel, she took a cab to the synagogue.... - [Unquenchable thirst for you](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/04/unquenchable-thirst-for-you/): By: Milton P. Ehrlich  Ever since we parted, my throat is parched for your chocolate-covered cherry eyes that see what no one else can see—your mouth, the taste of a sea of mahogany mousse, and your belly button a bright red... - [Teenage Love](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/04/teenage-love/): By: Austin J. Dalton This won’t be the last time. As is probably common, their romance begins as a friendship. The relationship is born in November and it will die in the coming September. Heretofore, J is acquainted with K –... - [The Bear](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/04/the-bear/): By: Brooksie C. Fontaine I woke up to find a bear in my bedroom. It took me a second to realize what I was looking at. The thing was an undulating mountain of coffee-colored fur, producing loud, eerily human snuffling... - ['Betrayal' and other poems by Ellie Kelazil](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/04/betrayal-and-other-poems-by-ellie-kelazil/): By: Ellie Kelazil Betrayal I don’t remember who I am when my closest friends tell me they would leave me (because blood is thicker than water) and I find all my accusing fingers falling short of their target and pointed... - ['Third Law' and other poems by RC deWinter](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/03/third-law-and-other-poems-by-rc-dewinter/): By: RC deWinter third law in our brash independence we walk through the world draped in the cloak of free will believing in our ability to order our lives if only we make the right choices do the right things... - [Yes, Massa](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/03/yes-massa/): By: William B. Turner “Junior!” he bellowed. “Where did that boy get to now?” Willard wondered to himself. He was an irascible, but not unusually cruel for the times, man who was proud of what he had achieved, growing the... - ['White forest' and other poems by Stephanie V Sears](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/03/white-forest-and-other-poems-by-stephanie-v-sears/): By: Stephanie V Sears Vashlovani Of all places I am here at my place at the heart of every possibility. Space glides under the clear skin of sky, invincible transparency to well above the mesosphere, vertigo of simplicity. One glance... - [The Realm Between Waking and Dreams](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/03/the-realm-between-waking-and-dreams/): By: Oliver Fox That night at the diner, Maya danced behind the counter. The Staples Singers’ “If You’re Ready (Come Go With Me)” wafted from the jukebox, and the hash browns fizzled and popped on the griddle. From time to time... - [Background Checks](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/03/background-checks/): By: Alan Berger Terrence McNeil could not catch a break in his whole life, so he thought, except for the break his balls, break his back, and ass, and heart kind of breaks. The last was first and will always... - ['Tracks' and other poems by Phillip Border](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/03/tracks-and-other-poems-by-phillip-border/): By: Phillip Border Tracks Late in my adolescence I once busted a beer bottle over some skin head’s scalp before his pals grappled me to the ground and steel-toed my face raw into the pool of his hot blood. That’s... - ['Dead' and other poems by Marc Carver](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/03/dead-and-other-poems-by-marc-carver/): By: Marc Carver DEAD I wake up to the disappointment that I am still alive anything could have happened to me during my drunken sleep aliens could have abducted me bandits could have slit my throat in the wee hours... - [Poems: 'Vanished in a Vampire World' n 'The Covets of the Seasons'](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/03/poems-vanished-in-a-vampire-world-n-the-covets-of-the-seasons/): By: Divya John Vanished in a Vampire World In the wilderness of the creepy jungle I trotted, upset, terrified and confused It was more of a struggle from within To encounter a challenging Vampire. Bestowed with superhuman powers He can... - ['Absence' and other poems by Srinivas S Kumar](https://literaryyard.com/2018/09/27/absence-and-other-poems-by-srinivas-s-kumar/): By: Srinivas S. Kumar Absence From love remembered, since unmade; Of night that is the death of day; Through sleep forgotten in a dream; Past leaves which long again for trees; To waves that stay in castles crashed; And skies that... - [The beer game notched up in Bengaluru with the launch of Cavalier Brewery](https://literaryyard.com/2018/09/20/the-beer-game-notched-up-in-bengaluru-with-the-launch-of-cavalier-brewery/): Chancery Pavilion, a hospitality chain in Bengaluru, launched an unparalleled Australian craft brewery by Cavalier as a part of its gastronomic destination at ‘Alchemy’. Cavalier’s foray into the country with The Chancery Group is set to entice the beer lovers... - [Give me your teeth](https://literaryyard.com/2018/09/20/give-me-your-teeth/): By: Amirah Al- Wassif  Once upon a time, in a very far land which called Orshalim, there were three innocent boys sitting at the center of the immense fig tree. The three cheerful boys were Ali, Peter and Abraham, were playing... - [Apoptosis](https://literaryyard.com/2018/09/19/apoptosis/): By: Ergene Kim mum said be a good girl she said, Listen to your brother let him embrace the whole of you and keep you away from all those ugly things, don’t you? want to be away from the world? and... - [The Fog](https://literaryyard.com/2018/09/19/the-fog/): By Peter Ninnes   “Do you think you’re the same person you were seven years ago, when you first moved to Helsinki?” The train pulled out of Tampere station on the way back to the capital. Hiroki’s eyes flitted over... - [Missing person](https://literaryyard.com/2018/09/19/missing-person/): By: Alan Berger    He didn’t want to go to the police but he did anyway. “Hey, look who’s here”? The cop at the front desk said to the other cop at the front desk. “Let’s let Irene take his... - [MVJ College of Engineering organises Drug Awareness Programme to channelize young minds](https://literaryyard.com/2018/09/18/mvj-college-of-engineering-organises-drug-awareness-programme-to-channelize-young-minds/): In an effort to prevent the abundant drug abuse cases among students MVJ College had organized a Drug Awareness Programme at their campus. MVJCE initiates Drug Awareness Programme to create an impression in the minds of the students that they... - ['Master of the Wild Hunt' and other poems by Steven Goff](https://literaryyard.com/2018/09/18/master-of-the-wild-hunt-and-other-poems-by-steven-goff/): By: Steven Goff Master of the Wild Hunt A wolf pack’s worth of fingers glint their fangs along pristine fur, trappings of the trapper’s hand traverse perfect skin. An animal’s prized symmetry has been ensnared at the apex of his... - [Parivartan School for differently-abled organizes a workshop on Understanding meltdowns and Behaviour Management Approaches](https://literaryyard.com/2018/09/18/parivartan-school-for-differently-abled-organizes-a-workshop-on-understanding-meltdowns-and-behaviour-management-approaches/): Parivartan School for differently abled (Vasant Kunj, Delhi) organized a workshop on “Understanding meltdowns and Behaviour Management Approaches” for parents and professional working with special children. The chief guest of the event was Dr Smita Jayavant Member Secretary RCI as... - [One Cup at a Time](https://literaryyard.com/2018/09/18/one-cup-at-a-time/): By: Robt. Emmett “We’re excited about Amazon Prime Air. We have developed a delivery system that will safely deliver packages to your customers in thirty minutes or less using unmanned aerial vehicles. Our APA drones will….” “Ya know, listening to... - [A pot of gold](https://literaryyard.com/2018/09/18/a-pot-of-gold/): By: Pat Doran At the end of every rainbow there is a pot of gold. When I was a child that was the story I was told. A childs wide eyes cannot hide surprise. After every rain shower I would... - [Costa](https://literaryyard.com/2018/09/15/costa/): By: Amirah Al- Wassif    Everyone has heard of Costa’s miracles in our grey village; the boy who had a wooden toy and a cheerful wren bird. His giant miracles were in his spoken wooden toy which could create a lot... - [Just A Taco Stain On The Anonymous Writer](https://literaryyard.com/2018/09/11/just-a-taco-stain-on-the-anonymous-writer/): By: Richard Tattoni I finally got my own computer. Now I would be a writer. No need for a job. Hours turned to days, then weeks, then months, then years until the story was finished. I was the unpublished writer. How... - [The sugarcane fields](https://literaryyard.com/2018/09/10/the-sugarcane-fields/): By: Debadatta Pati The story goes that when Puneet Singh abandoned his newborn daughter wrapped in a pink, no-frills hospital blanket in midst of a sugarcane field near Ambala village in North India, she survived for 4 days without any water... - [Ghost](https://literaryyard.com/2018/09/10/ghost/): By: Debadatta Pati When my 11-year-old little brother started walking funny, dressed up like a girl, and spoke about grown-up stuff, no one had any qualms about him being possessed and, that’s when my family decided to call a tantric from... - [I know you](https://literaryyard.com/2018/09/10/i-know-you/): By: Alan Berger Ann Maxwell was born with exceptional beauty inside and out and yet she never gave a conceited thought regarding either one. She figured everyone was born like that. As a young girl she just wanted not a... - ['Blast in Silence' and other poems by Neil Ellman](https://literaryyard.com/2018/09/08/blast-in-silence-and-other-poems-by-neil-ellman/): By: Neil Ellman Blast in Silence (after the painting by Rameshwar Broota) In this silent universe there are blasts concussions and resolutions we are not allowed to hear among the chaos of colliding stars and planets galactic winds through empty space... - [Pair of Doors](https://literaryyard.com/2018/09/06/pair-of-doors/): By Norbert Kovacs Trisha Tidwell offered to make her husband Joe his favorite lunch, scrambled eggs with onions, so they might sit at the kitchen table and have a conversation. The two had spoken less and less since Joe worked... - [Hubris](https://literaryyard.com/2018/09/06/hubris/): By: Ian Fletcher No ordinary English professor he sprinkled his conversation and copious literary criticism with trendy scientific terms as if to imply he could grasp the mysteries of the cosmos as easily as those of poetry. He talked of the... - ['Shadow Person' and other poems by Ben Wright](https://literaryyard.com/2018/09/06/shadow-person-and-other-poems-by-ben-wright/): By: Ben Wright Shadow Person I’m still not sure of my favorite season, nor if I’m a morning person or an evening person, but I do love dawn and dusk – those times when the sun is hiding behind the... - [Put on the red dress](https://literaryyard.com/2018/09/04/put-on-the-red-dress/): By: Alan Berger I made a promise to myself that the only voice I was going to listen to would be my own. Except, my wife’s. I like that voice of hers. Right now, she is most likely having lunch... - [Confirm or Conform?](https://literaryyard.com/2018/09/04/confirm-or-conform/): By: Indu Pandey Confirm or Conform, both the terms revolve around the social norms that govern individual’s behaviour/ belief system. If we look at our social practices, these are rigid and deeply rooted somewhere in our customs and traditions. In a... - [On the serious business of comedy](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/30/on-the-serious-business-of-comedy/): By: Srinivas S The business of comedy might be to make people laugh and perhaps, even, to laugh. It is a rather serious business, however, because creating comedy, and effective variants of that, is not everyone’s cup of tea. If... - ['Love' and other poems by Jimmy Sharma](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/27/love-and-other-poems-by-jimmy-sharma/): By: Jimmy Sharma Love Love is not wanted or needed It is the exuberance like the way tiny rain Droplets create a stir in your soul The vibration is not planned It resonates then and there Then it stays forever You... - [When Russell Brand admits to be an 'addict', help is just around the corner](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/27/when-russell-brand-says-i-am-an-addict-help-is-just-around-the-corner/): By: Dr. Scott F. Terry and David Shapiro Comedian Russell Brand explains: “The reason I became a drug addict is that all throughout my life I felt this sense of irritation, agitation, this emptiness…  I found every progressive drug: cannabis, LSD, crack,... - ['Ending Roads' and other poems by Dan A. Cardoza](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/26/ending-roads-and-other-poems-by-dan-a-cardoza/): By: Dan A. Cardoza Ending Roads We cross the Sierras at dawn; first Reno, then further East, just as the sun cuts open the belly of the sky––it bleeds rouge, right down to the highway, now gathering its shinny black ribbon... - [Stone Girl](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/26/stone-girl/): By: Francine Witte I pass Stone Girl on my way home from Harry’s. She is static and gray in all this lushi-ness. If Stone Girl could see, she would have to admit that she is the statue, even though it’s true... - [Setting the Table](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/26/setting-the-table/): By: Francine Witte I tell mother I am tired of it. Our family shrinks and shrinks, but still I set for five. It’s only me and Mother now. Daddy gone. Brother and sister, too. And me? I’m not for long. The... - [An unfortunate experiment](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/24/an-unfortunate-experiment/): By: Emanuel Andrei Cosutchi 2017 A.D.    System Undaaman owned by an alien species, 940 light years away from Earth There were only two employees at the reception of the hotel at that late hour, male and female aliens, who... - [Why English is So Hard to Learn](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/24/why-english-is-so-hard-to-learn/): By: Nicholas X. Bush There’s nothing magical about it, nor is it a structural issue—plenty of languages gallop from subject to verb in neat, Germanic fashion. It’s the idiosyncrasies and idioms, causing confusion to run rampant through dictionaries, thesauruses, and emoticons... - [An English major’s guide to attending baseball games](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/24/an-english-majors-guide-to-attending-baseball-games/): By: Nicholas X. Bush The plan is to recognize the setting, the earlier, the better. Early autumn’s crisp air is a foil to the willing suspension of objectivity. And midsummer brings nightmarish heat. May is the kindest month, followed closely by... - ['Harbour' and other poems by Margarita Serafimova](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/23/harbour-and-other-poems-by-margarita-serafimova/): By: Margarita Serafimova Harbour I am entering, the waters are sparkling. Ζεύς (Zeus) I resolved to bear my loss of you as a swan bears upon the curves of her neck the atmosphere. The River took me away from you, and... - [Painting on Waves](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/23/painting-on-waves/): By Nolan Janssens The peril that makes many hearts stop is what feeds the drive of others. For these people, the inevitability of death is all they want to control. Tommy Faa was one of these people. Tommy Faa knew... - [The Dreamer](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/23/the-dreamer/): By: Rimli Bhattacharya She loved to dream an outlier she was Ink ran through her veins. She believed in love as love gave her locution to fill the void with string of words. Yes she was a dreamer – She had... - [Memoriam in A-Flat Minor](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/23/memoriam-in-a-flat-minor/): By: Douglas Cole News came—Bruce had died.  It was not shocking news.  He had battled Big Death in his bones for the last three years, come out victorious in that fragile way a war survivor emerges with radiant clarity and... - ['Pine nuts at lunchtime' and other poems by Denise O’Hagan](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/22/pine-nuts-at-lunchtime-and-other-poems-by-denise-ohagan/): By: Denise O’Hagan Pine nuts at lunchtime It was in the way of things That a casual sighting in a supermarket trolley In front of me of a packet of nuts And I was a girl again Delighting in that... - [Valley So Low](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/22/valley-so-low/): By: John Smistad “Settle down, big guy!” The four-legged ball of enthusiasm had made at least a half-dozen attempts to leap onto his owner’s chest now. And the guy was standing. The guy has a name. William Kuntz. “Billy” for short.... - [Return of the Martian Rebels](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/22/return-of-the-martian-rebels/): By: Gerri Zimmerman Mars—2175 A.D. Abrasive Martian winds slam into the ancient Martian statue situated on top of the Face on Mars. Neither wind nor heat can damage this statue created by the Martians a long time ago. The statue,... - [The Entrepreneurial Gertrude Stein](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/22/the-entrepreneurial-gertrude-stein/): By: Janis Butler Holm Karen Leick’s Gertrude Stain and the Making of an American Celebrity (Routledge, 2009) refutes the persistent notion that Stein, as a high-modernist aesthete, labored in relative obscurity, unknown to the American public, before the wildly successful publication... - [Story: Fallen Times](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/21/story-fallen-times/): By: Will Jones Great smelling food made my mouth water. I kept my eyes closed for a little longer. The spices reminded me of holidays I had been on. The smell of the meat took me to barbecues we had had... - ['The Rippling Wind' and other poems by George Zamalea](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/21/the-rippling-wind-and-other-poems-by-george-zamalea/): By George Zamalea THE RIPPLING WIND It well may be part from the tall-grass county Disappearing into the Corn Belt, The furious echoes were still hearing Through the rippling winds! Sea of Corn and laughs I must say, Where the feeding... - [Story: Holly Tree](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/21/story-holly-tree/): By: Niles Reddick After two cups of coffee, I went outside, opened the garage, plugged in my electric saw, and lugged the ladder to the Holly tree next to the house. In the three years we’d lived there, the tree... - [Summer Walk](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/20/summer-walk/): By: Michael Mogel Summer time walks, any time of day. Summer weather rain, a place to stop and linger. A place with metal roof, the rhythm section’s tight. They’ve played this tune before. Now that we are here don’t let... - [Girl with a cane in winter](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/20/girl-with-a-cane-in-winter/): By Michael Mogel Tire tracks fade in winters freeze A drunken winter – a spring time tease Brown pine needles slip from boughs Mittens drop to the wooden floor Wandering at night alone Watched from a winter window Like children... - [Clarence and Sonia](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/20/clarence-and-sonia/): By Thomas M. McDade The Dodge’s radio didn’t work but enough sightseeing on Route 1. Elsa’s Lodge looked like it should be in the Alps. The Holiday Inn close by struck me as classy. Maybe a Boston, or visiting player,... - [Poem: Gold Heaven](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/20/poem-gold-heaven/): By Chinese Poet Hongri Yuan Translated by Yuanbing zhang Ⅰ The golden sidestep of the days,ah! arranged golden ladders years. A mirror let me saw countless smiles of time. The long corridors of gold leading to countless crystal space-times. On... - [Poem: the city](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/16/poem-the-city/): By: Grant Guy the city i the city the steam of the city runs through my finger & fills the breath i inhale in carnal partnership of concrete & blood of the noise & clamor embraces like a lover can... - [Poem: Mister](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/15/poem-mister/): By Giles Selig Sad news just came from my poor sister About the beau she knew as Mister. He had a mansion on the boulevard, A maid and a Mercedes. He worked hard. A ton of money in the bank.... - [No Man’s River](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/14/no-mans-river/): By: Josephine Greenland Are they really going to swim here? Ellen thought as the Syrians strode into Torne River. She assumed they were Syrians by their black hair and beards, and the rapid Arabic they were speaking. They had to be... - [Poems: 'Critique of Critical Criticism' n 'Rhetoric and Prosody'](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/14/poems-critique-of-critical-criticism-n-rhetoric-and-prosody/): By: Mark A. Murphy Critique of Critical Criticism Should we turn a blind eye to those acolytes of critical criticism, or note with all due attention, the ‘inability to resolve the tension between the lyrical and erotic’ in a given... - [Dr. Suzie! and the Magic Orange Juice](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/14/dr-suzie-and-the-magic-orange-juice/): By A.R. Hansen I had to lie at first and tell the producers I was about to turn 12 because they said 11 was too young to go on a national talk show with such a messed-up family. Except they... - [Story: A show of hands](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/13/story-a-show-of-hands/): By: Wendy Lee Klenetsky             Even if all they had been after was great ratings during “sweeps week” on television, the “JERRY MARKS SHOW” couldn’t possibly have concocted such a program.  After all, no one in their right mind would... - [Story: The Better Place](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/13/story-the-better-place/): By: Lucille Bellucci Once upon a time…. My wanderings over a distant time begin with that phrase, a cipher that unlocks a landscape biding in the storehouse behind my eyes. It is almost always the same picture that unreels over what... - [Story: The Hand Waxed Short](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/13/story-the-hand-waxed-short/): By: Hillard Morley The face grew red and bulging and awful.  Jeremy watched the hands instead, lifted as though taking an oath, the palms exposed, signalling an explosion.  He distanced himself, imagined the scene in a cartoon panel, spikes of red... - [Story: Life Begins Anew](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/12/poem-life-begins-anew/): By: Alan Swyer Four days after their mother’s funeral, Richie Kalt and his sister Bonnie strong-armed their father into joining them for dinner at his favorite neighborhood Italian place. There were a few awkward attempts at chit-chat while the three of... - [Story: The Imagination Fidelity Agent](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/12/story-the-imagination-fidelity-agent/): By: M.A. Lang Brainard Freeson slowly and methodically put away his tools. He glanced over at the small girl who sat on her bed, quietly sobbing. He snapped the case shut and left the room. The young girl’s mother sat... - ['Stray Bullet' and other poems by Doug Van Hooser](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/11/stray-bullet-and-other-poems-by-doug-van-hooser/): By: Doug Van Hooser Stray Bullet In Chicago stray is not a dog with sad eyes It’s not a bar ribbed cat meowing at your door It’s a piece of harm that tears flesh and splatters lives A Chicago omelet of... - [The Suicide Club: A Voice in the Wilderness](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/10/the-suicide-club-a-voice-in-the-wilderness/): By: Gary Van Haas I couldn’t believe they said it. They were actually talking about suicide and the best way to do it as though it was a casual everyday matter. They even went into detail of how to go about... - [Story: Collision](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/10/story-collision/): By: Gary Van Haas Strange eerie rumblings began underground at CERN laboratory near Geneva on the Franco-Swiss border. The gargantuan particle accelerator whined ominously in a low grinding pitch. The device was used for boosting particle beams, turning them into high energy... - ['Aberration' and other poems by Megha Sood](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/10/aberration-and-other-poems-by-megha-sood/): By: Megha Sood 1. Aberration I’m an aberration, An anomaly, A certain twist in the tale How do you feel when you masks peel off in layers? and every time you shred your pain and misery You see more layers... - [Story: Piensa En Mi](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/09/story-piensa-en-mi/): By: Jean Lagacé Gulfport, Mississippi. 1990 Lyn (short for Pralina) was not herself that morning. She had forgotten to bring him jam with his toast and never came back to refill his cup with fresh coffee after he had finished his breakfast.... - ['Idols of Stone' and other poems by James G. Piatt](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/09/idols-of-stone-and-other-poems-by-james-g-piatt/): By: James G. Piatt Idols of Stone Idols of stone, the remains of the ancient times of dinosaurs, pharaoh’s, pagan priests, kings, and tyrants, rest on tiny pebbles in a soft forest grove. They are silent during the day but speak... - ['December’s Child' and other poems by John Maxwell O’Brien](https://literaryyard.com/2018/08/09/decembers-child-and-other-poems-by-john-maxwell-obrien/): By: John Maxwell O’Brien Down by the Echo Lake (A Villanelle) Down by the echo lake in spectral dreams tin souls prepare their wake Green hands ring round the rake A lime of veils down by the echo lake Watered... - [Standing at 50 Years of Komsomol Crossroads](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/23/standing-at-50-years-of-komsomol-crossroads/): By: Dmitry Blizniuk Black wet treescarefullystep out of the curdled space.Unsteady black tusks.A crow flies down onto a branch and sticks to it,grows into the tree,enters it as if it were a black house,becomes its part, its fidgety organ,its restless... - [Lynching at Afton Canyon](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/23/lynching-at-afton-canyon/): By Mark Kodama I. The Poker Game I try not to think about what happened that day at Afton Canyon. Nobody here in Hadleysville ever talks about it. But today is the anniversary of the events. I am sure it... - ['End' and other poems by Christine Bolton](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/22/end-and-other-poems-by-christine-bolton/): By: Christine Bolton END Evening touches the last light Before it covers in its darkness My heart swathed in mourning threads and face immobilized in hardness In the end they say it is black This must surely be where I... - [Baxter's secret](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/22/baxters-secret/): By: Eric Burbridge Being born and raised in this state I’ve seen the worst criminals sit in their cells awaiting execution in surroundings that half the world would envy. These individuals are the worse of the worse, the vermin who... - [Brotherly Love](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/21/brotherly-love/): By: James Bates We were walking home at sunset from the neighborhood rink, skates swings from the blades of our hockey sticks. Little Eddie was eight years old, younger than me by three years and smaller by a head and... - ['Fallible' and other poems by Elryn Westerfield](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/20/fallible-and-other-poems-by-elryn-westerfield/): By: Elryn Westerfield Fallible I am fallible, Fall-able; I am my musings, imitations, Mutations; I am an imposter, Postulator. I hand out my lily Lies, As plucked petals of fiction, Not to deceive To swindle or misinform – but… To... - [Enter the dragon](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/20/enter-the-dragon/): By: Mark Kodama Each step creaked as he ascended the stairs. His footsteps were light on the carpet. The door knob to her bedroom clicked. He lifted her thick cotton comforter and slipped into her bed. The mattress sagged and... - [I keep forgetting...](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/19/i-keep-forgetting/): By: Annapurani Vaidyanathan That at home or away, I’m always bound by rules. That, I don’t have the privilege to choose. That, I will always be judged, whether I win my battles or lose. That, to muster the courage to... - [File numero X11V](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/19/file-numero-x11v/): By: Ken W Simpson Apathy You can tell an America the truth but you can’t make it think. The Fake Race An elephant in every room smoke and mirrors and clowns dressed as candidates for the presidency of Wall Street.... - [Poems: 'Early Morning' n 'Physical Eyes'](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/19/poems-early-morning-n-physical-eyes/): By: Rex Chilcote Early Morning It’s early in the morning when the only sounds you hear are the hum of the refrigerator and the stray car going down the road. If you are quite, you can hear the divine. Other... - [Ageless](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/17/ageless/): By: Alan Berger It looks like someoneBeen chewing on my noseToo much sunAnd coke I supposeWhere I left my keysWho the Hell knowns?My pants are to bigFor my prick and my assGlass half empty or half fullWhat glass are you... - ['Colors' and other poems by Phillip Knight Scott](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/17/colors-and-other-poems-by-phillip-knight-scott/): By: Phillip Knight Scott  colors I love you as 
 the night
 hangs gently from your brow, playing towards 
 a twinkle, determined to turn your lips ( 
 revealing the bliss 
 meant for us)
 gentle red. I love... - ['Terpischore' and other poems by Mahala Spillers](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/16/terpischore-and-other-poems-by-mahala-spillers/): By: Mahala Spillers Terpsichore Leather bound arcane gesture; I feel it on my pulse. As I yield my wrists up to you, Terpishore sways between the air gaps, Busting the pipeline alive for you to hear. Can’t you see that... - [Field Marshal Sam Maneckshaw](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/16/field-marshal-sam-maneckshaw/): By: Ram Govardhan On a cold February morning in 2007, President Abdul Kalam’s motorcade was an hour away from Coonoor, the civilian town near Wellington Cantonment in Ooty. He was on his way to meet Field Marshal Sam Maneckshaw to,... - [Made in Taiwan](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/16/made-in-taiwan/): By: Matej Purg The boy’s feet barely touched the floor as he sat at the dining room table. He was staring at his math book, but he couldn’t focus on the problem in front of him. Illimitable distractions kept him... - [Sudden Death on Melrose Avenue](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/16/sudden-death-on-melrose-avenue/): By Matej Purg It happened on a Tuesday afternoon, a block or so from where I parked my car. I was certain to get a ticket now, navigating hordes of slow-moving tourists standing in the way, taking pictures of themselves.... - ["There was a guy in divinity school" and other poems by Ron Riekki](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/14/there-was-a-guy-in-divinity-school-and-other-poems-by-ron-riekki/): By: Ron Riekki There was a guy in divinity school so into Jesus Christ that he kind of made me not believe in God any time I was around him. My neighbors scream the F-word at each other just about... - ['Reflection on the Wall' and other poems by D.S. Kheder](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/13/reflection-on-the-wall-and-other-poems-by-d-s-kheder/): By: D.S. Kheder Reflection on the Wall When I was thirteen, I sat in front of my mirror, once, twice, too many times, seeking assurance that my reflection still looked pristine. I looked at the girl behind the glass, a... - [Is Medicine Neutral and Universal?](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/13/is-medicine-neutral-and-universal/): By: Nadia Benjelloun Would you ever consider medicine to be anything short of being grounded in science? Health culture is a domain often tied to the medical field, and in return, the medical field is a shared element that is... - [Ilsa](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/13/ilsa/): By: Samuel Evans Ilsa crouched amid the clumps of fallen leaves, examining the beetle intently with narrowed eyes.  Her little brother— whose fascination with the beetle had worn off several minutes ago— stood next to her, waiting impatiently.  For the... - [What she understands](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/12/what-she-understands/): By: Mary Rohrer-Dann From upstairs comes a sound she cannot understand. Because she cannot understand it, she cannot walk to the stairs and peer up the cobwebbed steps sagging under all that can never be said. She cannot call to... - [Not All Those Who Wander Are Lost](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/12/not-all-those-who-wander-are-lost/): By Chitra Gopalakrishnan It is November, an odd time for rains, perhaps, yet it is when the north-east monsoon wavers over our region, sometimes generous but mostly not. I walk alone in the cool damp of midnight from the rim of... - [Sleeping Pills](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/12/sleeping-pills/): By: Ria Banerjee Last night I took an overdose of sleeping Pills. My muslin dreams were invaded by nightmares– naked apparitions swarmed like bees to suck my soul as my parched lips craved yours. I dreamt of dungeons and dragons;... - [A billion frozen hellos](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/12/a-billion-frozen-hellos/): By: Bamidele Aiyejina Like a billion frozen hellos awaiting the warm blanket of a hi, I’ve been kin to the foxtrot of silence, static, & the assaulting images of lapping currents. It is the carcass of dawn and the curious... - ['Sick day' and other poems by RC deWinter](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/11/sick-day-and-other-poems-by-rc-dewinter/): By: RC deWinter sick day burning with feverburning with lustsweat dripssizzling on molten sheets ghost spiders crawl corridors of wet skinraising gooseflesh and memories of rusty lips dragged to the cul-de-sac where desire waits for the next bus to oblivion i... - [Security](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/11/security/): By: Dan O’Neill I suppose I should have realized from the beginning that the security business was empty,brutal,and despite it’s title ,very insecure.But,on the other hand people always referred to it as easy money and I was looking for a... - [Blind Superiority](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/11/blind-superiority/): By: Kim Farleigh Maria said: “In Europe, women can wear whatever they like.” Charles thought: Here we go again. The usual blind superiority. Will I ever escape from it? Blind superiority annoyed him. He wasn’t sure why. It just did.... - [Lost and found](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/10/lost-and-found/): By: Michael Summerleigh No coverage, not even one bar, the battery was dead anyway.  It was still daytime, but there was an overcast and the sky had a perfectly even dullness, so there was no way to tell what time... - [Goodnight Amanda](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/10/goodnight-amanda/): By: Patricia Tramble “Amanda, Jacob scored his first goal today!” Bruce was so excited. “The crowd went mad! There they were the Tiger vs the Cougars, game tied 4-4, Jimmy Thomas kicks the ball down the field and our little... - [Reality's dream](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/10/realitys-dream/): By: Uche Ozo The night was dark, and the silence deafening, with occasional chatters that sounded like the hoot of owls. I lay still on my bed, eyes to the ceiling and sweating profusely as if I had embarked on... - ['The Story About the Exercise' and other poems by Glenn Ingersoll](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/09/the-story-about-the-exercise-and-other-poems-by-glenn-ingersoll/): By: Glenn Ingersoll The Story About the Exercise Her cheeks have a touch of color. And she is wearing a red sweatsuit. “I’m getting so that I look forward to Artemis,” she says. The health club where my brother’s sweetheart... - [Foresight of souls](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/09/foresight-of-souls/): By: Alexandra Sullivan There is a hooded figure than glides across the white dead sea. Her boat floats as soft as the souls that echo round her. Everyone meets her when their time comes. Many fear her; others willingly go,... - [Here](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/09/here/): By: M. Taggart A piece of mind is a funny thingflecking out among the trees Somewhere we leave a laughlooking for a smile Came home with a bag of sunshine asking you to not write. However, nothing is like your... - [Curse of the Candles](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/09/curse-of-the-candles/): By: Franklin Powers Frank had worked at Premiere Marketing for a few years now and had been promoted to Vice President of Sales. He spent a lot of time at work, neglecting his wife and kids. He had brought his... - ['The next Beatles song' and other poems by Mark Tulin](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/08/the-next-beatles-song-and-other-poems-by-mark-tulin/): By: Mark Tulin The Next Beatles Song I keep waiting for the next Beatles song sitting by the radio in my psychedelic bedroom. I know if I hear it first, it will be groovy and I’ll be totally in awe.... - [James G Piatt’s collection of poems 'Solace between the lines' oscillates between darkness and light](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/08/james-g-piatts-collection-poems-solace-between-the-lines-oscillates-between-darkness-and-light/): Dr James G Piatt’s poetry collection ‘Solace between the lines’ is up for grabs. Dr Piatt’s latest collection of poems, travels the roads between spirituality and chaos, war and peace, and darkness and light. The poems are personal and philosophical,... - ['Pretty buy floyd knew' and other poems by Grant Guy](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/08/pretty-buy-floyd-knew-and-other-poems-by-grant-guy/): By Grant Guy pretty buy floyd knew water made itself scarce that summer the cattle withered to skin & bones the sheep were sold off the land was parched ranches foreclosed but like time the banks were eternal & found... - ['Artist', 'Chopin' and other poems by Carson Pytell](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/08/artist-chopin-and-other-poems-by-carson-pytell/): By: Carson Pytell Artist Nature cannot help herself, But we pay no mind. And less. What is the punishment for stepping on the Gioconda? Or farting louder than a nocturne? Freedom. Onto snare roofs she brushes rains, Into cornet sky... - [Life - a story by Ramprasath](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/08/life-a-story-by-ramprasath/): By: Ramprasath Through the porous space, passing of the space fleet PHOENIX appeared like a drifting meteor. After 40 years of cryosleep, the programmed cryosleep chambers allowed the inhabitants to wake up as the fleet approached the configured destination. Planet... - [Follow that DREAM](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/08/follow-that-dream/): By: Alan Berger His first kid at forty. Yell ya why. With all the things he did as a Tadpole and got away with, risking his life on water towers and railroad tracks and railroad tunnels, joyriding and crashing trucks... - [Stuck in made-up worlds](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/07/stuck-in-made-up-worlds/): By: Lisa Suess A boy eats a pear – the sweetness of the fruit absorbs all his thoughts, he does not think about tomorrow, he does not think about whether democracy is over or his pension plan or whether pensions... - [True Home](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/07/true-home/): By Samuel Ekanem As the only human figure in the void corridor, Inem Ikang paused and wondered at her shadow cast on the corridor walls – the corridor her only possible passage, walls made of plywoods. She’d never imagine this:... - [La Trinidad Valencera](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/07/la-trinidad-valencera/): By: Enda Boyle After chart and charter were drawn up the battle-bugle sounded over A Coruña a fleet was anchored in the harbour. One-hundred-and-thirty ships furnished with bleached sails and gilded crosses awaited the orders of Duke Medina. On the... - ['Free Parking' and other poems by Paul Smith](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/07/free-parking-and-other-poems-by-paul-smith/): By: Paul Smith Free Parking Is there any chance could it be that all our problems could be solved by parking for free or maybe just a lot with a modest fee? Imagine this connect the dots our globe connected... - [Confessions of an Opium-Eater](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/07/confessions-of-an-opium-eater/): By Yasmin Hemmat The sun was burning my eyes as I was walking in a desert. I felt tired and thirsty, and my mind had no idea to where I was heading, when all of a sudden, I saw some... - [Significance, Meaning, and Purpose in Contemporary Biographical Poetry](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/06/significance-meaning-and-purpose-in-contemporary-biographical-poetry/): By: Robert Levine An interesting but often overlooked subspecies of narrative verse is biographical poetry, relating the life story of a real person; a well-read friend of mine told me he didn’t know such poetry existed. Robert Penn Warren pioneered... - [A normal American family](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/06/a-normal-american-family/): By: Alan Swyer Hopeful that he was finally rejoining the living after losing first his job, then his girlfriend, Matt Kanter was prepping for two interviews – one via Skype, the other in person – when his iPhone rang. Though... - ['A Wasp a Box Turtle and Me' By Raymond Greiner](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/06/a-wasp-a-box-turtle-and-me-by-raymond-greiner/): By Raymond Greiner I’m reading a masterful piece of writing titled Sapiens written by a career anthropologist Yuval Noah Harari, a brief history of humankind describing how we, as a species, have evolved from an astonishing series of events. The... - [Folkloric wo/man number one](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/05/folkloric-wo-man-number-one/): By: Daniel de Culla I woke up from a deep sleep And I came to the fields Leaving the bedroom And, as sorcerer and wizard I rose up to a leafy tree For watching sunrise. With great silence, softly The... - [Tracers](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/05/tracers/): By: Tommy Vollman It wasn’t the sleepwalking that bothered me. I woke up outside more often than I care to remember, but still, the sleepwalking never really bothered me. I was terrified, though, of the tracers. The tracers scared the... - ['The Cratered Road to Malancourt' and other poems by Keith Moul](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/05/the-cratered-road-to-malancourt-and-other-poems-by-keith-moul/): By: Keith Moul The Cratered Road to Malancourt: Doughboys Face the Meuse-Argonne Our general plows the muddy clay, then coughs: “Gentlemen, I approve the corps, division and regimental battle plans, without amendment.” Craters before Malancourt lie equaled beyond, a formation... - [Ethel](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/04/ethel/): By: Pam Munter As soon as she entered any room, Ethel Barrymore left little doubt she was royalty, or at least, its show business equivalent. That square jaw, the penetrating eyes, the erect carriage majestically leading the way. When she... - [Footprints](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/04/footprints/): By: Suchoon Mo a man and a woman walk on the deserted beach side by side hand in hand they are going somwhere or nowhere his footprints are left behind him her footprints are following her ocean waves groan ocean... - [The Prisoner of War](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/02/the-prisoner-of-war/): By: Mark Kodama Johnny knew he had been here before – many times before. He could hear the Taliban fighters outside his mud hut, speaking Farsi. The leader – with a dark beard and eyes full of intense hate –... - ['A walk spanning several blocks' and other poems by Samuel Strathman](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/02/a-walk-spanning-several-blocks-and-other-poems-by-samuel-strathman/): By: Samuel Guest a walk spanning several blocks morning doves shuffling along front lawns as cardinals recite poetic verse in flocks of three to five the smell of burning firewood follows my stepfather and i around every bend before we... - [Me and My Anosmia: Living without Smelling](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/01/me-and-my-anosmia-living-without-smelling/): By Dan Brooks My olfactory senses have never been great. The running joke in our house is that when people talk about hints of spices in the nose of a wine, or a particular herb in a sauce, I shrug... - [My Door](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/01/my-door/): By: Sandra L Todd I really wanted this job! I kept calling back and checking on my resume. They told me they needed to check out my references. I waited a couple of days and called back. I emailed and... - ['The Quarter' and other poems by John Drudge](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/01/the-quarter-and-other-poems-by-john-drudge/): By: John Drudge The Quarter Their love was secure As he walked From the couch To the kitchen And when she looked up And smiled at him While she worked On a puzzle at the table He felt it He... - [Eco-Friendly Measures Will Ensure Better Water Management in Chennai](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/31/eco-friendly-measures-will-ensure-better-water-management-in-chennai/): By: Dr. Niranjan Hiranandani Across India, water scarcity amidst fast rising urbanization is a common factor. Residents of India’s sixth largest city, Chennai, face the challenge of water crisis which has been made worse this year after drought which followed... - [The Vow](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/31/the-vow/): By: Kathleen Renk Working for God is never easy. I made my vows years ago, after being abandoned here at St. Brigid’s. The Laundry washed away my sin but I had nowhere to go so I started working for God.... - [Henry's End](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/31/henrys-end/): By Bernie Silver Henry Parsons had never read Norman Vincent Peale or any of his countless successors, yet he believed in the power of positive thinking, having concluded on his own that attitude spelled the difference between winners and losers.... - ['We see death when we see crows' and other poems by Lola Stansbury-Jones](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/31/we-see-death-when-we-see-crows-and-other-poems-by-lola-stansbury-jones/): By: Lola Stansbury-Jones We see death when we see crows. And so the murder gathers, with the break of dawn’s light. I wake with the crows, little winged messengers with coats as black as spilt ink. With what news do... - [Cow Hide](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/30/cow-hide/): By: Alan Berger She grew up aware of the process of slaughter. She heard it. She saw saw it, she smelled it, she ate it. That is how it turns up down on the farm. This little big 10-year-old girl... - [Portrait of a Naked Lady](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/30/portrait-of-a-naked-lady/): By: Mark Kodama Our new neighbors Bill and Charlotte had a son Nathan’s age and we were eager to find a playmate for our three-year-old son. My wife and I had met them at an open house. He was a... - [I thought I saw someone like you…](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/29/i-thought-i-saw-someone-like-you/): By: Annapurani Vaidyanathan In the library this morning, when I was picking up the books I had dropped while standing in the queue. I thought I saw your hazel eyes look up for a tick from the pile of newspapers... - [The Assistant Town Drunk at Interregnum](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/29/the-assistant-town-drunk-at-interregnum/): By: Todd Mercer The Assistant Town Drunk doesn’t want the pressure that goes part and parcel with managerial titles. So he lives in Town Drunk’s shadow. Call it messing up at messing up. He has laid down and will again... - [Book: 'Guru Sutra - the Guru Who Won’t Keep Spiritual Secrets' unveils the secrets of the world of Guruism](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/29/book-guru-sutra-the-guru-who-wont-keep-spiritual-secrets-unveils-the-secrets-of-the-world-of-guruism/): The fourth book in the Hingori Sutras series of spiritual books, Guru Sutra – The Guru who won’t keep Spiritual Secrets, lays out the protocol governing the sacred relationship between a siddh (realised) Guru and his shishya (disciple). The world... - [Alternative Learning: Top 5 Most Up-To-Date Educational Programs For Students](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/29/alternative-learning-top-5-most-up-to-date-educational-programs-for-students/): There are many ways to get an education, and each one is different in terms of efficiency, time consumption, and cost. Colleges and universities offer students a variety of programs, subjects, and specializations.  There is always a definite lesson plan,... - ['Dinner at Wild Garlic Grill' and 'Necropoli dei Bambini'](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/28/dinner-at-wild-garlic-grill-and-necropoli-dei-bambini/): By: Barbara Ann Atwood Dinner at Wild Garlic Grill I no longer look like my mother, who died at thirty, skin as smooth as polished stone. Tonight at the bistro I reach for bread with my grandmother’s hand. In the... - [This Reporter's Opinion](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/28/this-reporters-opinion/): By Alan Berger I’ve been trying to get the angle On her latest story She said she loved me once Then she made me sorry Now she is hanging a new one On her line But it’s this reporter’s opinion... - [Patient 347](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/28/patient-347/): By: Kaitlyn Reese saw the word “unique” when I was ten. It was hidden in an ancient book in my grandmother’s office, covered by a pile of tousled blue shirts, the same we’d all wear on Monday. I confided in... - [Penitence](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/28/penitence/): By: A. Richard Sogliuzzo Vincent glanced at the graffiti on the wall of the Flatbush Avenue/Brooklyn College subway station, and then laughed. Amidst the usual array of “fuck you, eat shit, etc.” on the walls was a declaration that resonated... - [True Heroes](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/28/true-heroes/): By: Bob Forbes It is becoming as easy to locate a so-called hero as it is to find a McDonalds.  In fact, all one has to do is donate a pint of blood to receive a “Hero” sticker that can... - [Mirrors - an essay](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/28/mirrors-an-essay/): By: Bob Forbes The other day, I was in the men’s locker room at my Fitness Center.  I go there three days each week to work out on a variety of machines, hoping to maintain some semblance of a male... - [The policewoman and the journalist](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/27/the-policewoman-and-the-journalist/): By Kusum Choppra The policewoman and the journalist Made a strange couple. She so glamorous He so stodgy, lugging Her bag and other paraphernalia. She of the large round face The ready smile, the obvious make up That glitzy sari!... - [Through the bedroom window](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/27/through-the-bedroom-window/): By: Kusum Choppra Through my bedroom window, I look down on a giant bedroom. It sleeps 23 odd scattered around, singles, doubles, triples and quartets. Dark nights offer no glimpse that I rush to catch at daylight. My eyes first... - ['Split Detail' and other poems by Jon Carter](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/26/split-detail-and-other-poems-by-jon-carter/): By: Jon Carter Split Detail one life moves forward and the other dies away, yes, there are two hearts now beating in my chest, constantly searching the sky for answers. feeling guilty over this potential future, sickened by my disrespect... - [Phoenix](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/26/phoenix/): By: Chandra Shekhar Dubey When you come to me With gleams in eyes and loads of broken promises in heart across a corridor where silence reigns supreme and moans deep. I break into pieces , gathering the petals of memories... - [My Last Few Breaths](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/26/my-last-few-breaths/): By: Prashil  Kumar The night wore a black shroud, gulping the last rays of light away. It manifested in itself, an eerie peacefulness which suctioned my spirit buried somewhere deep within me, over and over again. I moved closer to... - [My alien family](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/26/my-alien-family/): By: Stanford Chigaro The African night sky is a wonder. It is the main reason I came to wish to fly. It is the most beautiful art in the history of this world, alive with its raw energy, a song... - [He got you, but he won't get me](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/26/he-got-you-but-he-wont-get-me/): By: Sophia Kelly I’d apologize in advance, but Game of Thrones is not my religion. Sundays have always been a little rough for me ever since my parents picked that day (and only that day) to argue about something I... - [Making Do](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/25/making-do/): By: Cynthia Pitman I. The hand-stitched hem of my home-made dress is a little uneven. The seam of the right sleeve puckers. The back zipper buckles and the pattern in the cloth doesn’t match up. The bodice is too big,... - [Poppa was a Rolling Stone Tribute band singer](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/25/poppa-was-a-rolling-stone-tribute-band-singer/): By: Alan Berger Thru the week dad worked at the grocery storeAs a beggarOn the weekends out of life he wanted moreSo he became Mick Jagger The eyeliner and lipstick Fucked up our sink The sweat from his wig Left... - [Fish and Chips Wrappings](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/25/fish-and-chips-wrappings/): By: Michal Reiben The first time I hear about Carl ‘abducting’ his baby girl from his wife, I am shocked and voice my opinion, ‘You did a cruel and terrible thing,’ I say. In his defense, he says, ‘When I... - ['Las azucenas' and other poems by Ana M. Fores Tamayo](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/25/las-azucenas-and-other-poems-by-ana-m-fores-tamayo/): By: Ana M. Fores Tamayo Las azucenas No tengo lengua para hablar el ronroneo que cae de las cabezas en roturas blancas, quebradas, negreadas con el reflejo entreabierto del espejo, lánguido en su eterna soledad. Arbitraria yo me quedo, llena... - [Let it D...o…w…n](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/25/let-it-d-own/): By Mary E. Myers Jen’s chaotic home was deep in the Rhode Island woodlands and near meadows belonging to electrical steel giants-their grey metal legs heaving high over our bent bodies as we manically collected blackberries before the sparrows raided... - ['Big Girls Beat Drums' and other poems by Tom Squitieri](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/24/big-girls-beat-drums-and-other-poems-by-tom-squitieri/): By: Tom Squitieri Big Girls Beat Drums Part the raincoat and give me your trust, as the thump of snowflakes say goodbye to the rain Our pattern follows the beat in our universe, where eyes are clear and there is... - [The Dog Days of Summer](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/24/the-dog-days-of-summer/): By: Mary Bone The summer was long and hot. It seems like you could see steam coming up from the pavement. None of the neighborhood children wore shoes unless they were flip flops. We could step on a goat head... - [Shane, the devil](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/24/shane-the-devil/): By Ben Pyle Satan is a staggeringly good kisser. Not too much tongue. A light nibble on the lower lip. Way better than my ex-husband. My dead husband. Satan and I have been seeing each other for a little over... - [Marvin Cohen's poems](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/24/marvin-cohens-poems/): By: Marvin Cohen Plunged into Death, You’re in a Fix. You and the World Are No Longer a Mix. Your Adherence Is Guaranteed: Death Sticks. You’re Precisely One of Many It Picks. If death is my worst enemy, fight it,... - [I was walking through the holy river Ganges](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/23/i-was-walking-through-the-holy-river-ganges/): By: Anupama Mishra I was walking through the holy river Ganges the mesmerizing atmosphere and peace was attracting the empty heart and flooded mind, I sat on the broad stairs of the ghat Which was a little filthy but unlike... - [Roadside Assistance](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/23/roadside-assistance/): By: Sharon Frame Gay “Normally, I don’t trust many people,” Liz said. “But I can tell you’re different.” She rested her head against the truck window and sighed. “Thank God you came along. I’d still be sitting on the side... - [Four Poems by Chinese Poet Hongri Yuan](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/23/four-poems-by-chinese-poet-hongri-yuan/): By Chinese Poet Hongri YuanTranslated by Yuanbing zhang Fragrant and Amaranthine for Thousands of Years One day I will come back from outer space by a red cloud and bring giant’s picture scroll. My lines of lightning songs will flutter... - [Quicksilver](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/23/quicksilver/): By: Lee Conrad The wood frame house, a century old, but in good shape, dominated the hilltop. Near it, a barn, in disuse for many years, struggled to keep from collapsing. A large white peace sign on the back side... - [Lost In A Moment](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/22/lost-in-a-moment/): By: Stephen M. Fragale Back in the summer of 2003 I was travelling the mediterranean as I took a hiatus from my job working as a correspondent for the London Times. The war in Iraq was all anyone was talking... - [Two Love Letters by Madison Micucci](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/22/two-love-letters-by-madison-micucci/): By: Madison Micucci Dear Spokane, . You wear Spring like a Bride . lilac perfume and cherry blossom rouge . a river veil tumbles eternally down the elegant slope of your back . as I draw nearer, chiffon mist grazes... - ['Street Scene' and other poems by Mark Fitzpatrick](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/22/street-scene-and-other-poems-by-mark-fitzpatrick/): By: Mark Fitzpatrick STREET SCENE i. Overweight, cherub-faced, young man in a yellow Batman T-shirt shooed away by enough women so that he’d rather spend his hours curled up in a cave with computers, crusading against those who disdain love... - [Six Shorts by Peter Leslie Watson](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/21/six-shorts-by-peter-leslie-watson/): By: Peter Leslie Watson Les Misérables as a Blog Valjean made Cosette his ward as a favour to her dying mother, Fantine. But no good deed goes unpunished—as is evidenced by his blog! January 17th That bloody innkeeper, Thénardier, and... - [Home Invasion](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/21/home-invasion/): By: Nell Cunningham There is a picture of us. It is September 14, 2002, our wedding day. I am thirty-seven and you are thirty. It is just after dinner, nearly time for us to leave the head table and take... - [Green Is Green](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/21/green-is-green/): By: Emmanuel Stephen Ogboh green is green be it lush as the grazings of Nigeria dark as the envy in the bladders of our ‘leaders’ cool as the essence of grape plummy as fresh green apples or unripe as the... - [Story: Trek](https://literaryyard.com/2018/12/14/story-trek/): By: Ramprasath I never go alone anywhere. But this one didn’t go as planned. Me and my friend were planning to go for a trek in Cherokee National Forest. But he turned down at the last moment. That left me to... - [Poem: Burn on](https://literaryyard.com/2018/12/14/poem-burn-on/): By: Steven Lebow Seven thousand suns are a virgin in the sky.I am that virgin who abstains,I am that priest who wears no shoesbecause he owns none. Suns are the gypsies of the sky and we are eunuchs, bound to them.... - [Nowadays (A Day With Mr. Emory)](https://literaryyard.com/2018/12/14/nowadays-a-day-with-mr-emory/): By: Austin J. Dalton The editor is a professional, and for that reason he typically doesn’t have time to answer questions for prying pissants like me. He punches into his shift early, and then after some brief and frivolous socializing... - [Poem: Season Sensation](https://literaryyard.com/2018/12/10/poem-season-sensation/): By Olatubosun David That season when no rain falls Sky underlines blue heaven Searing sun dries the puddles On the farm roads The misty breeze blows In the morning The hills, the mountains Are shrouded in the mist At a... - [Five Translated Poems of Chinese Poet Yuan Hongri](https://literaryyard.com/2018/12/10/five-translated-poems-of-chinese-poet-yuan-hongri/): By Chinese Poet Yuan HongriTranslated by Manu Mangattu The Outer Music In dreams the gods told me that the world is a dreamland So I forgot the honor and disgrace of life, even believe not day and night My body... - [Poem: Three kinds of insects](https://literaryyard.com/2018/12/10/poem-three-kinds-of-insects/): By: Pawel Markiewicz mysterious mystic mythical merry-ladybug you are melancholy like little wolf loving Little Red Riding Hood in the pond of the muses feelings You are a lily of eternity which can smell very cute gorgeous gentle genial grasshopper You... - [Story: Elena](https://literaryyard.com/2018/12/10/story-elena/): By: Karl Miller Prologue – Jibacoa, Cuba: July 4, 1868 In the darkness behind a large, white, two-story mansion just outside the small fishing village of Jibacoa, three rows of twenty balloons line a hundred-foot dock that stretches out into... - [Poem: traveling on the angel wing](https://literaryyard.com/2018/12/10/poem-traveling-on-the-angel-wing/): By: Amirah Al- Wassif traveling on the right wing of an angeltake me away, away to my first dancedragging ourselves through the fancy castleshakes me today, today as it is my chanceoh! how far our starry nightoh! what a rare any... - ['The Ghosts of the Battlefield' and other poems by Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal](https://literaryyard.com/2018/12/07/the-ghosts-of-the-battlefield-and-other-poems-by-luis-cuauhtemoc-berriozabal/): By: Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal The Ghosts of the Battlefield The ghosts of the battlefield wear their uniforms and their bracelets, walk with their bullet riddled bodies. A dog can sense a spirit or two and barks and barks his lungs out.... - [Who’s Afraid of Pathetic Fallacy? Ted Kooser Meets Walt Disney](https://literaryyard.com/2018/12/07/whos-afraid-of-pathetic-fallacy-ted-kooser-meets-walt-disney/): By: Don Thompson 1. Deep in the weeds of volume three of Modern Painters (in Part IV and Chapter XII), John Ruskin has included an essay under the title, “Of The Pathetic Fallacy”. This is one of those literary terms that... - [Poem: Empty](https://literaryyard.com/2018/12/06/poem-empty/): By: Joe Barca There’s a certain heartbreak in clothesthat lay folded too neatly, in a wardrobethat’s missing an owner, in a ghost thatinhabits a closet. He lives in a home that is wounded. The floorboards are quietly weeping. He is half... - [Story: The Undertaker’s Apprentice](https://literaryyard.com/2018/12/06/story-the-undertakers-apprentice/): By: Brooksie C. Fontaine The young woman had an unfortunate pageboy haircut that didn’t at all flatter her rotund face, somewhat emphasized by her slightly bloated skin. The pale, ashen clay of her complexion made her resemble the moon. “She... - [Poem: Tool](https://literaryyard.com/2018/12/06/poem-tool/): By: Joe Hefta Lately I’ve been keepingTo myself, broodingDown in the basementDown in the workshopLooking over my tools andWondering, worrying whatWould you do with this or that.With suspicion. The awlBecomes a cause for concern.The tape measure has alwaysBeen threateningIf you had... - ['In Sequester' and other poems by Fred Chandler](https://literaryyard.com/2018/12/05/in-sequester-and-other-poems-by-fred-chandler/): By: Fred Chandler In Sequester When the lone eyeCaught those childrenBowing their headsIn a blur of a shadowIt was of some signOf an equinox passingNo squeals or laughterJust silence of sleepingIn white beds still madeStill birds frozen flowers ### Intense... - ['Skin burn scar made' and other poems by Monica Carroll](https://literaryyard.com/2018/12/03/skin-burn-scar-made-and-other-poems-by-monica-carroll/): By: Monica Carroll Skin burn scar made Must. Slower at the tail. Nerve gives out, then I rush. Feel slower. We’re after second, not third. The kickback still surprises me. Who is pushing who? The skin or the steel? Hold... - [Clarity begins at home](https://literaryyard.com/2018/12/03/clarity-begins-at-home/): By Alan Berger My pop told me instead of hanging on to crap, flush it. Got it? Yeah pop. My father was a cop. My father didn’t have a best friend. Didn’t need one, everyone was his friend, until they... - ['In/Retrograde' and other poems by Sarah Lao](https://literaryyard.com/2018/12/02/in-retrograde-and-other-poems-by-sarah-lao/): By: Sarah Lao In/Retrograde Say it is night, and outside, there is a man lying dead under the streetlamp. Skin tight jaundice stretched over tissue/socket/bonelike the dried pulp of paper-mache, there’s hyacinth blooming from skull—an expired milk carton evaporating to... - ['Walking Alongside My Pen' and other poems by Linda Imbler](https://literaryyard.com/2018/12/02/walking-alongside-my-pen-and-other-poems-by-linda-imbler/): By: Linda Imbler Walking Alongside My Pen Blue inked penMy favorite tool.I, writing thoughts with coolmeanings unlocked,senseless garbling overruled.Mood on the upswing,old versions slipshod,new directions taken,my final declaration.Best grammar roped in,bad syntax shakenwords skip down the sidewalkbypassing all mind blocks.Maybe... - [Sunset on the beach](https://literaryyard.com/2018/12/02/sunset-on-the-beach/): By: Sunil Sharma The sunset on a clean beach is a haunting poem.  Dad said once. I could not understand then. Now, I do. Indeed. Such a sunset is sublime…like poetry. The lines flow. The colours, vivid, fuse. Energetic. It is... - [As is](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/30/as-is/): By: Alan Berger I could say that the reason I wear full upper dentures is because of my years as a boxer.Or, as I was doing 120 on Sunset Blvd, that I swerved as to not hit a baby bird... - [Lost](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/29/lost/): By: Ramprasath “Walter!” Suzi almost yelled. Walter who was digging soil using a shovel now turned to Suzi. “What!” “It is going to be night soon” Suzi said. Walter looked up at the sky. The night was indeed falling. It was... - ['America' and other poems by J.L. Smith](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/29/america-and-other-poems-by-j-l-smith/): By: J.L. Smith America America a patchwork quilt, a coat of many colors, unravels at the seams. Frayed edges, bare in patches across its broad surface. Fabric squares, once crisp, cobbled from many origins, promised comfort for all who sought... - [Autumn in a Coffee Cup](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/29/autumn-in-a-coffee-cup/): By: Mehreen Ahmed Not realising how fast time passed, Minah and Sidu, reached puberty more or less together. Short for Siddhartha, Sidu was Minah’s best friend. Their favourite pastime was hanging out in their old haunt, the mango grove by... - ['The Girls of Summer' and other poems by Cynthia Pitman](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/28/the-girls-of-summer-and-other-poems-by-cynthia-pitman/): By: Cynthia Pitman The Girls of Summer Splayed on striped towels,strapped tight in polka-dot bikinis gritty with sand,sweating from the sweltering heatand burning a crispy-crust redfrom the hot beach light of the white-bright sky, we lined up side-by-side,one after another,as... - ['Donkey' and other poems by Marc Carver](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/28/donkey-and-other-poems-by-marc-carver/): By: Marc Carver BEAUTY I found the most beautiful woman I have ever seen she sits perfectly still all white. Even without eyesshe looks right at me.That face could tame men even make fools of them if she wanted.How could... - ['Humanity' and other poems by JD Stofer](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/28/humanity-and-other-poems-by-jd-stofer/): By: JD Stofer Humanity Scandal and corruptionhorror in the news babies chokedburned animals in every way abusedwhile late night jesterstry to make sense of it alland moneyencapsulate the day to keep usall amusedWhat to think?What to do?What makes sense when... - [Her in case of emergency](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/28/her-in-case-of-emergency/): By: Alan Berger I’m so mad at you, I could spit, she said. Go right ahead and spit, he said, just don’t spit on me, spit on yourself, why don’t you? That’s it, she said, fuck you. And a fucking top... - [I want my ball back](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/27/i-want-my-ball-back/): By: Alan Berger I just went in and told him that my days of kissing the Pope’s ring are over. Like the way we had rehearsed it. My father was sick as a child and he was also sick when... - [Poems: 'Science Fiction Tanka' and 'Five Haiku'](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/27/poems-science-fiction-tanka-and-five-haiku/): By: Denny E. Marshall Science Fiction Tanka aliens decide too use earth’s flat screen TVs now can send message since digital conversion program interruption shock hike Pavonis Mons fourth largest mountain on mars peak not as well known higher than... - [Shadow of a quaterback](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/27/shadow-of-a-quaterback/): By: J. S. Kierland He felt a sharp pain in his shoulder and someone yelled, “Pass it, Pop…pass it!” Trying to keep his balance he cradled the ball in his arms and started his fall. He hit the ground hard and... - ['Desire Eternal' and other poems by John Grey](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/26/desire-eternal-and-other-poems-by-john-grey/): By: John Grey DESIRE ETERNAL Why did he want her? they wondered. He was prince of the realm and could have had anyone. Besides which, she was mortal. A shepherdess of all things. He was a strange one. Not like... - [Give me liberty](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/26/give-me-liberty/): By: Alan Berger I awoke from a dream That was a past vision I was running towards a fence I remembered from prison Instead like before When I just did my time I sailed over that fence Like there was... - [The Dean](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/26/the-dean/): By Rey Armenteros Listen to the details of this carefully to get my point. I was walking into a college office with a resume in my hand. I had no appointment. I was just dropping off a resume. My chair... - ['Paradox' and other poems by Wil Michael Wrenn](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/26/paradox-and-other-poems-by-wil-michael-wrenn/): By: Wil Michael Wrenn Paradox SometimesI feel I could reach outand embrace life and squeeze it to death.SometimesI love life so much that the passion of it hurts deep inside,and the more I love itthe sharper the pain I feel,and... - [The many faces of Mr. Stupid](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/25/the-many-faces-of-mr-stupid/): By Eric Burbridge “You been with us for–” “Two years, never been late or took a sick or personal day. Do you believe me or what?” He sighed and slammed the folder shut. “It doesn’t matter business has slowed. Your... - ['Reconstruct Me First' and other poems by K. Shawn Edgar](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/25/reconstruct-me-first-and-other-poems-by-k-shawn-edgar/): By: K. Shawn Edgar Reconstruct Me First Rewriting a lover, rebooting his or her nature to match my anticipated path, to align to my projected echo pattern, that’s the biotechnology of modernity. Their quirks, jagged ills, or habits― unpleasant, I... - ['In the Asylum' and other poems by Mark Tulin](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/25/in-the-asylum-and-other-poems-by-mark-tulin/): By: Mark Tulin In the Asylum I remember the voices in the asylum. The screams bouncing off the walls. Nurses dropping pills into paper cups. The aides rolling blood-pressure monitors down the halls. All the doors were locked, the windows... - [Poems by Simon Perchik](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/25/poems-by-simon-perchik/): By: Simon Perchik * To remind you how long before white becomes invisible –you fold this dish cloth over and over as if each splash is wiped with a cry making room the way an old love song turns the... - ['At the Theater, a Jake Gyllenhaal Sighting' and other poems by Alex M. Frankel](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/25/at-the-theater-a-jake-gyllenhaal-sighting-and-other-poems-by-alex-m-frankel/): By: Alex M. Frankel At the Theater, a Jake Gyllenhaal Sighting What began as a nudge and grew with a whisper turned into a wave engulfing the hall. “Can it be?” “It’s him!” Opera-glass raised I tried to see. “Do... - [Camera Wars](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/25/camera-wars/): By Martin David Edwards The camera club organiser tapped at his watch. “Five minutes for our next wizard,” he said.George stepped forward from the waiting photographers onto the set, his camera at the ready. Isabella sat astride a pair of... - [Perfect to a Fault](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/25/perfect-to-a-fault/): By: Don Tassone Michael Chapman set the template on his desktop computer to five copies and pressed print. He stepped over to the printer, pulled off the five sheets of paper and returned to his desk. He surveyed the writing instruments... - [No Good Deed](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/22/no-good-deed/): By: Stephen Tillman Scott Carmintz’ first thought on seeing the gorgeous woman striding toward the bar was, high-class hooker. She was wearing a backless sundress barely covering her ass. The dress had a V in front coming down almost to... - [2007!](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/22/2007/): By: Austin J. Dalton You’re going to hate how this year ends, but it starts with an alright scene. I’m writing you from more than a decade in the future, and hopefully this letter finds you around New Year’s Eve... - ['The Beauty of It All' and other poems by David I Mayerhoff](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/19/the-beauty-of-it-all-and-other-poems-by-david-i-mayerhoff/): By: David I Mayerhoff The Beauty of It All The soft day Morphs Into the dead of night Each bring with them The essence of beauty and wonder The warm afternoon breeze The growing shadows As the sun turns down... - [A Blue Soul](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/19/a-blue-soul/): By: Gabriella Garofalo A bit of advice, blue works best if you need To creep in on the sly, it’s the latest fad, Peeking at the stunning shows of some wannabe star, Nobody cares about oceans or skies – ‘Course you’re... - [Crane Game](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/16/crane-game/): By: Nicole Le Crane sleeps in again. He calls up that girl from Nico’s apartment to see if she wants to hang out. She comes over and they smoke cigarettes together in the backyard. “Do you have any weed?” she asks.... - [After My Money](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/16/after-my-money/): By: Alan Berger A wedding? What are you nuts? Let me straiten you out. So, what if I wasn’t born into it? I was born, and I grabbed it. We didn’t start off in bad shape. Who does? Not us.... - [State of Life](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/16/state-of-life/): By: Ramprasath “What have you done, Mark?” John’s voice was filled with anxiety. “What?” “He was one like you” Mark grew impatient instantly. “John, I had to worry about my safe return. Jonathan was already dead. There was no point in... - [The Web Weaver’s Sacrifice](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/16/the-web-weavers-sacrifice/): By P.A. O’Neil Aggie slumped back into her Queen Anne desk chair, elbows resting on the slender arms, hands on her thighs. She stared at the crisp sheet of white paper rolled in-and-out of her Remington typewriter. It was as... - [Da’gbolu – a reckless bush burner](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/15/dagbolu-a-reckless-bush-burner/): By: Olatubosun David See a young man smoking burrow All alone in that bush He did so last year And burnt my farms of precious crops Striping me bare of costly income And sending my wives and wards To the... - [Poems: 'Distraction' n 'When I come back'](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/15/poems-distraction-n-when-i-come-back/): By: Kelvin J. Shachile Distraction I dream I am in a homeWhich isn’t my own.I see light like a flash far away fromThe fields where the Maasai moransHerd their flocks and cattle.And so amidst all these distractions,I find no life... - [The Rescue](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/15/the-rescue/): By: Dan A. Cardoza Mr. Simmons’s grips his gloved hands on the steering wheel, as his rusty Ford 150 jostles the turns, along the gravel road on a mission. The intermittent click/clack of the four speed gears is tight and calming.... - [The Lesson](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/15/the-lesson/): By: Dan A. Cardoza The first writing ink was invented in 2500 B. C. by the Egyptians and the Chinese. It is believed that this ink was made by mixing carbon with gum. Writing, yet birthed, uncompromised, each & every word... - [Waiting](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/14/waiting-2/): By Rhiannon Bird Every week you were gone my steps slowed, every day you were gone the emptiness trickled in, every hour you were gone it was harder to breath. People told me that it would get easier as time... - ['Flying leaves' and other poems by Srinivas S](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/14/flying-leaves-and-other-poems-by-srinivas-s/): By: Srinivas S Flying leavesLo Behold! Here are the flying leaves!Gold-bare, orphaned from their homes;Crinkled in complexion, torn as uncouth;Against the most wan of waning skies,Little to life ladled by the sparest wind,Here they come; for dear life, they come!... - [Here today gone today](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/13/here-today-gone-today/): By: Alan Berger What if at the end it all becomes peaceful and sunny? To believe that it will wont cost you more, or less love or money The last thought you got won’t be regret for the book you... - [A question from the refugee camps](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/13/a-question-from-the-refugee-camps/): By : Amirah Al Wassif I asked them How the sun says hello to everyone ? Then, they laughed bitterly Without being sorry And told me “ask the gun” Her red spark Sharp like a dark Permits entering the light... - [Uncle Sam](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/12/uncle-sam/): By: Denise Woods 1. At ten years old, I just got used to the world I lived in. I’m not ready to see everything change before my eyes. I was born in the midst of the Civic Arena’s popularity. After... - ['the immortal strand of hope' and other poems by Linda Crate](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/12/the-immortal-strand-of-hope-and-other-poems-by-linda-crate/): By: Linda M Crate the immortal strand of hope they seek me, but they shall not find; i have heard the hooves of the horses and i know they mean me no good—always i have been an outsider, a misfit... - [Land of Plenty](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/12/land-of-plenty/): By: Josh Jennings “Come, examine this life from afar,” Lady Liberty cries. “Bear witness to our American dream.” A blushing bride to be sitting on the porch. Hearty greetings from neighbors bellowing across a newly surfaced road. A room full... - [Money, not everything](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/12/money-not-everything/): Shared with Literary Yard By: Sahaj Sabharwal. Jagdish Di Hatti and Chowk Chabutra Money can buy Food but not Nutrition. Money can buy Gifts but not Thanks. Money can buy Blanket but not Warmth. Money can buy Books but not Knowledge. Money... - [The Truth of the Matter](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/07/the-truth-of-the-matter/): By: Alexander Kemp Life is good. Life is beautiful. This is my thought as I take a final look over my notes. My students, adults with disabilities, file into the classroom. Phone buzzes. Taking out my phone, I see notifications... - [Memorable](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/07/memorable/): By: Alan Swyer “I’ve been thinking about the wedding,” Clementine said over a dinner of coconut soup, string beans, and duck larb on a chilly February evening at their favorite Thai restaurant in Brooklyn. “Which means?” asked Geller. “I’d really... - [Planning to be a storyteller](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/07/planning-to-be-storyteller/): Writing a story sounds easy. But it is a skill which can be acquired without paying a price. The price is constant practice and patience. One has to toil and slog like an ass. Here are a few tips that... - ['The Sea of The Golden Palace' and other translated poems of Chinese Poet Hongri Yuan](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/06/the-sea-of-the-golden-palace-and-other-translated-poems-of-chinese-poet-hongri-yuan/): By Chinese Poet Hongri Yuan Translated by Yuanbing Zhang The Sea of The Golden Palace   Happiness is the memory of heaven And the soul is as sweet as the sun. On the canvas of the death you daub a... - [Afloat](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/06/afloat/): By Eric Burbridge It rained for twenty-four hours before Emory decided to get high. The cast on his shattered left leg and hip itched like hell. He needed relief and waved the flame under the spoon. He drew the heroin... - [Anchors Aweigh](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/06/anchors-aweigh/): By: Alan Berger We told and tell people we met in Church. At St. Patrick’s Cathedral yet. That would be a falsehood, but she liked saying it. She called herself “A romantic embellisher”. We met within sighting distance of St.... - [Trapped](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/05/trapped/): By: Kathy Abrahams Lifeless masks on faces, Souls tainted by lies…lust, Hypocrisy and greed, Enmeshed in sticky webs of deceit. - [Sceenplay: Aquarium](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/05/sceenplay-aquarium/): By Balu George Interior – Restaurant – Afternoon – Cochin. Two men in their mid-thirties are seated at a table having lunch. One is Paul, who runs an aquarium store and the other is Rajeev who works in an I.T... - [A dip in the holy river](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/02/a-dip-in-the-holy-river/): By: Onkar Sharma He walked by the bridge-rail and mumbled. He sobbed on the past mistakes and tumbled. Yet he did hold himself and stopped in the centre to overlook the eerie waves that did enter in broad daylight through... - [Electric Hedge Trimmer And My Missing Fingers](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/02/electric-hedge-trimmer-and-my-missing-fingers/): By: Dan Cardoza It’s late October, my favorite time of year. I can smell the damp rust of autumn leaves in the crisp air. I vow to take my sweet time on this beautiful Saturday morning. After mowing the lawn, I... - [No More Poems About It, After This One I Am Done (For A Little While)](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/02/no-more-poems-about-it-after-this-one-i-am-done-for-a-little-while/): By: Alyssa Trivett  It was never the property, or any sort of bloodline. Lightbulbs crackled like World War II radio static. Dogs being walked stopped in their tracks. Fan blades always whir, the switch was never flipped. Your clothes collect dust.... - [Disloyalty and dat loyalty](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/02/disloyalty-and-dat-loyalty/): By: Alan Berger Of course they grew up together on the same block and were closer than the brothers and sisters that they were dealt. Mike and Paul, Paul and mike. Of course, yeah sure. Both of their fathers were... - [After me money](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/02/after-me-money/): By: Alan Berger A wedding? What are you nuts? Let me straiten you out. So what if I wasn’t born into it? I was born, and I grabbed it. We didn’t start off in bad shape. Who does? Not us.... - [Bottoms Up](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/01/bottoms-up/): By: Alan Berger What a wonderful year it was for business. An architect with a waiting line was he. Word gets around after you do a few good buildings. Then again, I do have a style reminiscent of Frank Lloyd Wright.... - [Poems: 'On stillness' and 'For K'](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/01/poems-on-stillness-and-for-k/): By: Preeth Ganapathy On stillness In the morning, The stillness descends easy. As I sit by, The side of The placid Lake waters Observing the dew flecked petals Of the red Gulmohar flower And ride gently on the Vagabond White clouds... - [“Rain” and other poems by Elizabeth Stansberry](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/01/rain-and-other-poems-by-elizabeth-stansberry/): By: Elizabeth Stansberry  “Rain” I know a man who works in coffee and chemistry. He can tell you how many cups of coffee it takes to create the perfect Buzz. 5 to 7. He can tell you how many atoms are... - ['2028' by Vanessa Cutts](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/01/2028-by-vanessa-cutts/): By:  Vanessa Cutts The question asked to describe something complex in simple terms. Ray looked around the room at the calendar, at the clock, the laptop and then noticed an executive toy on the desk. Yes, executive toys still existed.... - ['Put that back Mac' and other poems by Marc Carver](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/01/put-that-back-mac-and-other-poems-by-marc-carver/): By Marc Carver PUT THAT BACK MAC I went into Macdonald’s with my 2 pound voucher the Indian man behind the counter stared at me. I got my food and sat down then a man started to shout at a... - [The Art of Conversation](https://literaryyard.com/2018/11/01/the-art-of-conversation/): By: Alan Berger My internet bill somehow didn’t get paid on time, after time, and they finally shut it down. I  guess I put it aside to cover the rent, which hasn’t been paid either. I probably tucked that away to... - [Sisterhood](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/29/sisterhood/): By: Gudrun Roy Me and my sister both applied for college the same year. She was a braniac so she graduated school a year earlier than she should have. We both wanted to go to Harper College. We both wanted... - [The Garden Court Motel](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/29/the-garden-court-motel/): By: Donald McMann One The first time Margaret Crossland walked into the new arena, she could smell the ice. It was a good smell, a familiar smell, even an exciting smell. It stirred her as few other scents could. W.T. had... - [Poems: 'The After Effect' and 'De- branched or Not?'](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/25/poems-the-after-effect-and-de-branched-or-not/): By: Sandeep Kumar Mishra The After Effect Why is it necessary? A row of lights when we are supposed to sleep, Colorful Neon fantasies when we are to dream, Intoxicants slow our breath When we should be panting with labor; Why... - [The Slide](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/25/the-slide/): By: Zane Tomich There is a lot of activity going on inside the building. I focus my sight towards the metallic wall. My x-ray vision pierces through the wall, allowing me to see everything inside. Twelve of Luthor’s henchmen stand alert.... - [A Decision](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/25/a-decision/): By: Zane Tomich   Jump. Come on, do it. Just jump. You paid hundreds of dollars for this and now you want to bail? What a waste. I mean come on. Think of it this way. You are falling so incredibly... - ['A perfect day' and other poems by Milt Montgue](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/24/a-perfect-day-and-other-poems-by-milt-montgue/): By: Milt Montgue a perfect day picture a perfect day the heavens above are painted blue with a satin smooth brush white puffs are dribbled carelessly across a canvas sky small islands in an azure sea the sun smiles beneficently... - [Will you listen to me](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/24/will-you-listen-to-me/): By Chandra Shekhar Dubey Will you listen to me? When your soul gets weary and you cry for some caring hands to touch and heal you. Will you listen to me? when your heart is broken and limbs get numb... - [Swift's Inner Garden](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/23/swifts-inner-garden/): By Yoshiro Takayasu (translated by Toshiya Kamei) Often used as a site for events such as children’s small parties, a bus was stationed in the parking lot of a burger joint. That night Nana and Aya, two girls who had... - ['The Dog Breathes' and 'These things made to hold'](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/23/the-dog-breathes/): By: Aaron P. Meadows I am the dog barking up the limbs of every tree, wet my nose between limbs snatches prey’s scent, soft like lavender edged with cloves, hungrily lapping up the dregs of society from prey to prey leaving... - [For Whom the White Chinese Ladies Lie](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/23/for-whom-the-white-chinese-ladies-lie/): By: Aaron P. Meadows The white ladies will lay on plastic beds laying prone for the sequin heroes’ blade who by way of chisel, blade, and hammer can make a hundred faces all the same. The white ladies manage little to... - [Eight Seconds: The Anxiety of the Unanswered E-mail](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/23/eight-seconds-the-anxiety-of-the-unanswered-e-mail/): By: Aila Doyle What would it have taken for you to write a response? Five minutes? Ten? “Glad you liked the food. Things are fine here. Have a good week.” I stand corrected. Eight seconds. I wrote a short e-mail.... - [An urgent call in the second life](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/22/an-urgent-call-in-the-second-life/): By: Amirah Al Wassif red rays of the unknown sun came down to my new window warmly shiver touched me, made me laugh as a fresh baby I decided to think about the source of these unknown rays but, suddenly... - [Woman on the lam](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/22/woman-on-the-lam/): By: Ruth Z. Deming She lived at the end of the block. People were always staring at her when she came out to play with her daughters, Josie and Ridley, who swam in a little blue pool with mermaids on the... - [Greetings from the hell](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/22/greetings-from-the-hell/): By : Amirah Al Wassif I remember! Yes, I remember this letter When my tears decided to escape Out of me, I felt that is better My soul took over my shape I heard him laughing at me and clearly... - [Man and Wolf poems by Paweł Markiewicz](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/18/man-and-wolf-poems-by-pawel-markiewicz/): By: Paweł Markiewicz 16 Man: rice Buddhist fields all the treasures of the world I’ll give you a wolf if you tell me what has so far delighted You? the most marvelous eternal poetry of a cracking philanderer she-wolf or I... - [A Simple House Call](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/18/a-simple-house-call/): By: Alan Berger “Did you see that kid throw?” If Packer heard that once, he heard it a million times. One hundred bucks, times a million, he thought in his financial research wheelhouse first rate mind. With that kind of... - [Saving a Shark](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/18/saving-a-shark/): By Bill Butler When I was 17, my summer job was helping out in a pool hall located in the Lower East Side of Manhattan. A shadowy place, it had a dozen brightly lit tables and the fragrance of cigars.... - ['Amalgamated Memories' and other poems by Cynthia Pitman](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/15/amalgamated-memories-and-other-poems-by-cynthia-pitman/): By: Cynthia Pitman Amalgamated Memories Imagine yourself seated on the ground, surrounded by baskets, each basket cradling a jumble of disparate items (a feather, a knife, a memory), items confined yet uncollected. Within each basket is one red marble, bright... - [The Killing of an Ardent Apprentice](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/15/the-killing-of-an-ardent-apprentice/): By Sana Mojdeh A Muffin Man is a mute, a filler, a nodder. A Muffin Man is an irrelevant, in most cases unfocused subject in the background of the frame who nods once in a while. Nodders nod against each... - [Euphoria](https://literaryyard.com/2018/10/15/euphoria/): By: Sana Mojdeh I’m waiting on the implantation floor, sunken into a white leather sofa that circles outward in the center of a large, otherwise wide-open room. Everything is white and blindingly bright in here. Whichever direction I turn, horizontally mirrored... - ['From the Stairhead' and other poems by Pieter Drift](https://literaryyard.com/2019/11/04/from-the-stairhead-and-other-poems-by-pieter-drift/): By: Pieter Drift FROM THE STAIRHEAD How much darkness do you need my head is swinging tumbling down stick your tongue in my ear May I touch your cunt while I am reading James Joyce He is not my favorite... - [Paradox of the free](https://literaryyard.com/2019/11/04/paradox-of-the-free/): By: Cathy Charlton Generations before sought solace in vast landscapes; wilderness reflecting the spirit within, a space to be free. Mountains and lakes, the salty sea – all must feel, for they have seen millenniums. But in our shrinking world... - [Poems from 'Pebble on the Edge of a Cliff' by Franco Cardiello](https://literaryyard.com/2019/11/04/poems-from-pebble-on-the-edge-of-a-cliff-by-franco-cardiello/): By: Franco Cardiello CREATOR You invented the clock. You created many seasons. You designed the house where you reside. You chiseled contradicting laws into stone. I try my hardest to adjust my circadian rhythm until it stops. I search for... - [Wrath Revealed](https://literaryyard.com/2019/11/01/wrath-revealed/): By: Samuel Evans Jimmy Whiteman stared deeply into the campfire.  Its orange glow flickered and pulsed in the wind.  He could hear the distant howling of coyotes piercing through the night, mingling with the sound of the breeze whispering through... - ['Hero' and other poems by John Grey](https://literaryyard.com/2019/11/01/hero-and-other-poems-by-john-grey/): By: John Grey HERO Not that I think one is required hut if you do feel the need then I am available. But I’m warning you, my past efforts have been failures. Your mother, remember her, said something like, “Hero,... - [Simon Perchik's poetry](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/31/simon-perchiks-poetry/): By: Simon Perchik Step by step you limp behind yet it’s the Earth that’s whittled down holds on to the scraps as mornings and the little stones these graves heat with sunlight –you’re warmed the way one shoe lights up... - [Art Musings by Adam Kluger](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/31/art-musings-by-adam-kluger/): By: Adam Kluger Art 1 Art 2 Art 3 Art 4 Art 5 - ['for the sake of sea wolves' and other poems by Paweł Markiewicz](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/31/for-the-sake-of-sea-wolves-and-other-poems-by-pawel-markiewicz/): By: Paweł Markiewicz for the sake of sea wolves cribbed pearls the pirates are dancing aboard despite of a seagull-like angriness lories as well as the pearls a meek hoard of the sea wolves dreaming of the propitious lories and... - [Hungarian Wizardries - Musings](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/31/hungarian-wizardries-musings/): By: Paweł Markiewicz Something of Hungary would give thanks to Austria for the historic-ontological suitableness, a weird-like spirit. I was with my hound in front of the primordial oak I harvested there tree glamorous-meek acorns I have left behind the... - ['Dog’s Life' and other poems by Jake Cosmos Aller](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/31/dogs-life-and-other-poems-by-jake-cosmos-aller/): By: Jake Cosmos Aller It’s a Dog’s Life For Me I’d like to come back In my next life As a dog A dog’s only worry Is its next meal All it has to do Is wag its tail And... - [Barry Barabbas](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/29/barry-barabbas/): By Russell Richardson “You really are reformed,” said Edward Getty with a twisted smirk. Barry Barabbas sat bent over a small Formica table in his friend’s tiny kitchen and studied dirty scratches that marred the tabletop. Edward had been using... - ['Dissimulatus' and other poems by RC deWinter](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/29/dissimulatus-and-other-poems-by-rc-dewinter/): By: RC deWinter dissimulatus we all carry a secret self a jumble of mistakes shame ambition desire passionate fire anxious to be seen without blame to be the object all admire so wear a mask when standing in the public... - ['Do My Research Paper' to Enjoy Academic Success](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/29/do-my-research-paper-to-enjoy-academic-success/): Many students ask – How can I do my research paper? It’s a common online request left by many students. They have some problems with this particular type of academic assignment. It requires in-depth knowledge, advanced writing skills, a lot... - [Wilting Watchtower](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/28/wilting-watchtower/): By: Sterling Warner Now I’ve always been a modern man—a reasonable man—a person thoroughly grounded in my love of philosophy and college studies. I’d studied the history of religions, the advance of global civilizations, and the fine arts everywhere. In... - [Some commandments for the dreamy Erlking](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/25/some-commandments-for-the-dreamy-erlking/): By: Paweł Markiewicz Become a superb troubadour who lovesan eaglet in the starry night full of autumn miracle fulfilled inthe meek ontology! Taste a beverage of holt-like fairies from a stunning tumbler – to witthe cranberry juice and some dew enchantedin the metaphysics! Sit... - [CAFÉ KRANZLER](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/25/cafe-kranzler/): By Gaither Stewart Stars and Stripes Features Editor Darrell Sternwald hopped down from the back steps of the tram and promptly slipped on the wet cobblestones and fell flat on his face. As he peered around him the blurry faces... - [Landslide](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/25/landslide/): By Gaither Stewart “…every shadow is in the final analysis a child of light, and only he who experiences light and dark, war and peace, and rise and fall, has truly lived.” – (Stefan Zweig: Die Welt von Gestern (The... - ['Freedom' and other poems by Charlene Pierce](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/25/freedom-and-other-poems-by-charlene-pierce/): By: Charlene Pierce Freedom Flock and rise as one. A chorus of wings breathe the sound with diastolic release and soar. ### Breath of Life Fragmented, scattered like dust hidden in the corners, coating the spaces of unreachable places, the... - [Tragic Kid Yearning](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/24/tragic-kid-yearning/): By Ian C Smith Frankston generations on from war’s aftermath, English immigration lured by its bayside setting, its regular train service connecting Melbourne. End of the line. The very end. True, the posh whizz past by freeway to their holiday... - ['Choice is Meditation not Weed' n 'Venom – The Secret Powder'](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/24/choice-is-meditation-not-weed-n-venom-the-secret-powder/): By Heena Mahajan Choice is Meditation not Weed A lonely person, A wanderer how I choose to live diffused life when others are sparkling like chandelier…. I geared up to realize the importance of group always laughing at sights tried... - ['Rubies' and other poems by Jean Fineberg](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/24/rubies-and-other-poems-by-jean-fineberg/): By: Jean Fineberg Rubies Glistening ruby beads on four parallel chains parade across her teenage arm. A shaft of sunlight penetrates the drawn blinds. Nighttime at noon. Her shaking hand holds a light bulb and squeezes, squeezes until it shatters.... - [My First Misadventure](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/24/my-first-misadventure/): By Robert Steward Bromley, England 1999 I parked my white Mini in the forecourt of the Bromley adult education centre in Nightingale Lane. I took my shoulder bag from the passenger seat, got out the car and locked the door.... - [Quantum Hints of Reality](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/24/quantum-hints-of-reality/): By: Ram Govardhan After attending the heavy sessions at the Science and Nonduality Conference in San Jose and the World Science Festival in New York, David McFarlane and his Jewish-American wife, Batya Bergstein, resolved to head to Coimbatore, India, to... - ['You Are (Not) Alone' and 'The Girl I fell for' by Mary Shuda](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/22/you-are-not-alone-and-the-girl-i-fell-for-by-mary-shuda/): By: Mary Shuda You Are (Not) Alone In the chair, a boy. Father’s toy; Mother’s joy. The mother an angel the father able, but not interested in the cradle. pierced despite his armor surrounded by people he’s dying alone ###... - [The Gorgon of St Gwyndydd’s school](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/22/the-gorgon-of-st-gwyndydds-school/): By: Andrew Birch The Gorgon of St Gwyndydd’s school: Part 1 Silence as they creep up stair On cotton soles cold and soft A gasp from all around us came As Agnes Brewer coughed. Silence in the maths room As... - [Under the Barricades: A Story of the Sixties](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/22/under-the-barricades-a-story-of-the-sixties/): By Penny Skillman “Remember the void, Chuck. Remember the void.” Dramatically, the woman held his face in her hands, staring deeply into the void of Chuck’s eyes. “C’mon Chuck, let’s go.” We dragged him away from the woman who said... - ['A Land of Plenty' and other poems by Simon Havoc](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/21/a-land-of-plenty-and-other-poems-by-simon-havoc/): By: Simon Havok A Land of Plenty From the Aran Islands to Belfast, a land of plenty, for the meek and bold Over infinite rolling emerald hills of rocky roads that bend and fold Deep into the Scots pines, in... - [Mornings](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/21/mornings/): By Nicole Sharp The coffeepot sputtered and coughed in annoyance. Janie Holms sighed, waiting for that first drip of brown liquid to trickle into the twelve cup coffee pot. When it did, she gave another heavy sigh and righted herself,... - [The Cockerel and the Withered Bum](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/21/the-cockerel-and-the-withered-bum/): By: Maa Salaam “Aleem! Aaleem! “Ma!” “Aaaleeem!” “Maaaa!” I shouted. Mothers and their incessant calls, especially when you were playing, especially now when I was losing and fighting to come back. Uuurgh! “Alee–“ “Maa! I’m coming!” I quickly packed my... - [The Olive Tree](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/21/the-olive-tree/): By: Don Tassone Arjun Agarwal and Akeyo Kamau met during their first year of medical school at Johns Hopkins. Arjun was from India, Akeyo from Kenya. Both were new to the US. They had seen each other in biochemistry. Each... - [The Photograph](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/21/the-photograph/): By: Robert Spielman Very seldom does a man of any age, especially a man who has reached the age of deep-rooted regret, have only one item on the end table at the right hand of his rocking chair. Usually, a... - ['Glacial Erratics in Belmont' and other poems by William Doreski](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/20/glacial-erratics-in-belmont-and-other-poems-by-william-doreski/): By: William Doreski Glacial Erratics in Belmont Being rocks, they don’t remember. Or remember very little. The streets square up to houses, to the playground, tennis courts, and the large but effete cemetery. The rocks squat self-conscious on lawns as... - [Fifteen Minutes of Fame](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/20/fifteen-minutes-of-fame/): By: Bruce Levine Fifteen minutes of fame. Not much consistency. Not much to build a career on. Not much to build a life on. Why did he bother? Why did he go through all the trouble? He’d asked himself those... - [Thalia’s Journey](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/19/thalias-journey/): By: Linda Barrett One Thalia had everything ready for the last night of her life. While Hurricane Denise poured gallons of water down on the small New Jersey town, Thalia prepared herself for her suicide. She bought the sleeping pills... - [Video Basement](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/19/video-basement/): By Russ Bickerstaff The place would’ve been considered squalid if it weren’t for the fact that there never really seemed to be that much of a consciousness there to judge its condition. This is not to say that there wasn’t... - ['Beach' and other poems by Ajay Kumar](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/19/beach-and-other-poems-by-ajay-kumar/): By: Ajay Kumar Beach The sand refuses to own, the sea denies, orphaned the plastic breathes in undeservation- I feel obliged to call my limbs brown describing them under the sand even though, there, or beneath sea-foam, it is not... - [Help](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/19/help/): By: Alan Berger I have not done anything wrong Then again, my memory Ain’t that long A walk in the sunny park Has become a stroll in quicksand In the dark I watch the news And search to see Who... - [That girl in the yellow top](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/17/that-girl-in-the-yellow-top/): By Onkar Sharma that girl in the yellow top once left me aghast.came you like a gust of breeze and I was clutched in thy love, at last. you met, and my life was filled with starlight.you met, and my... - ['Pranava' and other poems by Mahathi](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/17/pranava-and-other-poems-by-mahathi/): By: Mahathi PRANAVA (Sonnet) That sound sonorous, heard I ere, somewhere, coming from deep ethereal caverns. It’s like a numinous boom from vacuous sphere and like the whiffs of wind through dancing ferns. Sometimes I heard it low and verily... - [The Shed](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/17/the-shed/): By John Andreini Ringing like a small windchime followed a shadow sliding behind the three human silhouettes perched on the roof. “What’s that?” asked Dean, twisting his body. “My mom’s idiot cat. Kiki,” said Peter. “Bitch hates me.” “Kiki?” asked... - [Discerning Friends](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/17/discerning-friends/): By Thomas Elson Bierley knew … Monday morning at the tail end of the worst storm of 1982, and Daniel J. Bierley III, sole surviving family member of a third-generation law firm founded by his grandfather in 1913, rushed past... - ['Something about rain' and other poems by Alex Deramo](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/15/something-about-rain-and-other-poems-by-alex-deramo/): By: Alex Deramo  Something about Rain The first growl of thunder chases us upstairs Water already leaking through the forgotten crack, we push open my bedroom window, Letting the fierce cry of rain into the quiet of my room A... - ['Our Endless Sojourn' and other poems by Dirk Dunbar](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/15/our-endless-sojourn-and-other-poems-by-dirk-dunbar/): By: Dirk Dunbar Our Endless Sojourn Watching my shadow switch direction as I follow this babbling brook helps me feel the spontaneity of life’s patterns. Like wheat fields waving to and fro, duck flight formations echo rhythms of wildlife’s dance... - [The Cherry Factory](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/15/the-cherry-factory/): By: Rachel Reyes October 21st, 2017 According to the newspaper clippings on your office wall, you are the brilliant Oscar Markovich, fourth-generation business owner, scrappy and shrewd, fast-talking and foul-mouthed, seventy-six years old but still going strong like a sturdy... - [The Hit](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/15/the-hit/): By: Alan Berger There she was. Just sitting there. At the local bowling alley with her friends. As she was waiting for her turn, she thought how lovely it would be if later that evening, the sounds of the bowling... - [Another window story](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/15/another-window-story/): By: Kusum Choppra Oftentimes waking up is accompanied by a sickening realisation: That some sleep time was devoted to a new painless suicide method. This morning the window net went up to peer down, checking for a clear fall down... - [The Last Written Poem](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/15/the-last-written-poem/): By: Mark Ivan L. Sarin It’s midnight, still thinking about you, Can’t sleep, our memories killing me piece by piece, The continous shading of blue breaks my peace, Nothing to say, nothing to complain, A profane but humane, Slightly plain... - [Melody and Brown Eyes](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/15/melody-and-brown-eyes/): By: Stephanie Kezia F. Henson I wrote to a song and it’s all about you. It’s all about those brown eyes. Those brown eyes that made me fell in love. Eyes that made my world filled with colors. But those... - ['Growing Old' and other poems by Pat Doran](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/12/growing-old-and-other-poems-by-pat-doran/): By: Pat Doran Growing Old I can tell by your handsthat you are olderthan what you say,but it’s the lines underyour eyes that givethe game away.Here you are trying torecapture your younger days,by putting your handthrough his hair,hoping that he... - [Three Jobs Should be Enough](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/10/three-jobs-should-be-enough/): By: Joel E. Turner Three jobs should be enough, I mean none of them is what you’d really call a job, not like when I was clocking in at the refractory plant, lifting heavy shit to make bricks, running a... - ['Unrestrained' and other poems by Kristine Joy](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/10/unrestrained-and-other-poems-by-kristine-joy/): By: Kristine Joy Unrestrained The world is bizarre and obscure, yet so beautiful; Like a hot chocolate with melted cheese in it, Isn’t it ridiculous? But strangely tastes delicious, We let ourselves get trapped in a cage, Doing what others... - [That Day I Kept My Silence](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/09/that-day-i-kept-my-silence/): By: Erica Radam Walking by the sunset, hand in hand with A stranger’s calloused palms My chest is thumping Then erupted from his proprietorial behavior. I was procured by his eyes, Held captive by his venereal intentions Yet, I did... - ['Sea ranch' and other poems by Maxine Flasher-Duzgunes](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/09/sea-ranch-and-other-poems-by-maxine-flasher-duzgunes/): By: Maxine Flasher-Duzgunes Sea ranch We carve our purple names Onto shards of sea cliff With mussel shell Dab a pink sea cucumber And let a mole crab Believe our hands are the sand You say the abalone Are breakable... - [Tree Dances](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/09/tree-dances/): By: Maxine Flasher-Duzgune It was fall in Tompkins, the leaves of the Sweetgum and Gingko unveiling a 9 o’clock gold on their undersides. And my lens refocused on the beautiful dancers in the trees. What makes the wind blow down... - ['Saved by Grace' and other poems by Patricia Taguiam](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/08/saved-by-grace-and-other-poems-by-patricia-taguiam/): By Patricia Taguiam Saved by Grace Trials hard to bear Tempted to murmur and despair Look in the mirror, so dire Who is this I’ve become? Calloused by pain Is she stuck by circumstances inadvertently hardened through time or is... - ['Stress Leads to Success' and other poems by writmic](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/08/stress-leads-to-success-and-other-poems-by-writmic/): By: writmic Stress Leads to Success School works are obstacles in our paths. You continue walking as they come. Eventually, you still choose to finish them and end up working through upon your sleepless nights. In the end of the... - [A tribute to tennis legend Roger Federer](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/08/a-tribute-to-tennis-legend-roger-federer/): . By; Annapurani Vaidyanathan 2006. My first-ever memory of watching you play. It was a Wimbledon final against Nadal. I was staring at a 24-year-old star who already had 7 grand slams in his kitty. A ball boy who had... - [The Bluffer of Ajeebpur](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/08/the-bluffer-of-ajeebpur-2/): By: Debraj Bhattacharya I. A Worried DM  The District Magistrate of district Ajeebpur, Mr. Hari Sachdev IAS, looked worried. He had just received a letter that a high-profile delegation from the UN would be visiting his district to see the... - [Mrs. Euphoria](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/07/mrs-euphoria/): By: Mary Bone Mrs. Euphoria looked at the list of people in town that she had just sent to the editor of her local newspaper. The names on the list were people who believed a malicious rumor that she, Mrs.... - ['Tied by affection' and other poems by Jacynth Amores](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/07/tied-by-affection-and-other-poems-by-jacynth-amores/): By: Jacynth Amores TIED BY AFFECTION They say love at first sight Is just a myth, A Hollywood Tale? An exquisite adornment Gasping for affections To love unconditionally A bright ray of sunshine Filters through the stained glass window Illuminating... - [Stopping by a Neighbor’s House on a Summer Morning](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/07/stopping-by-a-neighbors-house-on-a-summer-morning/): By Mark Kodama I. The Walk I am ill. I have stage 2 bone marrow cancer and diabetes 2. So my doctors told me I needed to take more walks, get more exercise. So this morning I took a walk.... - [Hunting Crows](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/07/hunting-crows/): By: Jim Bates Dad pointed, “Tyler, take this bag and put those decoys way out by the corn stalks. Not too close to us. We don’t want to spook them.” I dutifully followed his instructions and hiked through the snow,... - [The Ole Dutchman and the little white dog](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/06/the-ole-dutchman-and-the-little-white-dog/): By: Patricia Tramble A smoky white mist slowly moves across the lake. The fog is so thick, I could barely see in front of me and if not careful, I could easily walk into a watery grave. The smell in... - [Three Bridges Across Europe](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/06/three-bridges-across-europe/): By Julia Lesel When I was 21, a lone female backpacker, I passed through Salzburg, Rome, and Vienna. At one bridge in each city, I took out a notebook and started writing a little sketch of what I observed going... - [Cookie Comfort](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/06/cookie-comfort/): By E. J. Bradley I am a foster carer who happened to overhear the end of a conversation about foster caring. “I’d be no good at foster care,” explained my sister-in-law to my wife. “I could never love someone else’s... - [Hail, an Act of God](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/06/hail-an-act-of-god/): By: Mike Sharlow I was watching the Lakers play the Heat Sunday afternoon when the local weather geek interrupted the game to announce a severe storm warning. This clean cut, slightly post pubescent weather guy tried to, in a less... - [The Right Idea](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/05/the-right-idea/): By: Sterling Warner “Gerry—why do you always seem a couple years younger each time I see you?” “Dunno. Sunscreen? Diet? Skin lotion?” Gerry replied. “Smartass!” “At your service, Martin.” “But you’re sorta right…all my outdoor construction works makes me face... - [Keeping the farm](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/05/keeping-the-farm/): By Dawn DeBraal Henry Passet tried to move his horse forward. Stubborn as he was his stallion Lightening, stood his ground. Henry pulled out his riding crop, striking the horse several times to get him to move forward. Lightening reared... - [November Forest Walk](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/05/november-forest-walk/): By: Christopher Johnson The road wagged back and forth like the tail of a dog, curling around saltboxes and Cape Cods and three-hundred-year-old colonials with rough-hewn beams and low ceilings. Eventually the road passed the Nobscot Boy Scout reservation, west... - [If You Can Come Away](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/05/if-you-can-come-away/): By: Welkin Siskin If you can come away with sublime love beating out of our union, Being oblivious, creating disaffection, I guess should I leave you on your wish. It is not just because I wish, but because you do.... - [Chinese Poet Hongri Yuan's Two Poems](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/05/chinese-poet-hongri-yuans-two-poems/): By Chinese Poet Hongri YuanTranslated by Yuanbing Zhang I Was Originally The God of the Gods I shall change seawater into honey， smelt the stone into the gold， The bitter is namely sweet， the sun is born from the womb... - ['Apple of my Eyes' and other poems by Mariel Avecilla](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/05/apple-of-my-eyes-and-other-poems-by-mariel-avecilla/): By: Mariel Avecilla Apple of my Eyes The paradise wast did fill with— creatures, plants, floweth’rs in myriad div’rsity. each one possessing peculiar attributes, but all of those enthrall’d me not, f’r only one did seize mine own he’d and... - ['All I Want to Do' and other poems by Samantha Lizardo](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/05/all-i-want-to-do-and-other-poems-by-samantha-lizardo/): By: Samantha Lizardo All I Want to Do I’ll listen to your story As your soul peeks from your eyes All I want to do is say hi to you Oh, dear stranger I’ll lend you my shoulder As rivers... - ['Veteran' and other poems by Lucia van den Brink](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/04/veteran-and-other-poems-by-lucia-van-den-brink/): By: Lucia van den Brink Veteran You are a war zone windows were broken doors kicked in bombs landed and now when glass falls doors slammed shut firework explodes You react as if you are at war again and you... - [Lost Civilization Re-emerges](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/04/lost-civilization-re-emerges/): By William T. Hathaway In the early 1950s, as the newly developed hydrogen bomb cast its mushroom-shaped shadow of megadeath over the world, an aged Indian monk gave his young assistant a mission: create world peace and enlightenment by restoring... - [Mary Mackey opens up about her new poetry collection 'The Jaguars That Prowl Our Dreams'](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/04/mary-mackey-opens-up-about-her-new-poetry-collection-the-jaguars-that-prowl-our-dreams/): Interviewed by: Carol Smallwood Mary Mackey, with a B.A. from Harvard College and a Ph.D. in Comparative Literature from The University of Michigan, is a New York Times bestselling author and award-winning poet. Maxine Hong Kingston noted: “Mary Mackey’s poems are... - [Faith](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/04/faith/): By: Adam Kluger The green tongue of the monster was hard and spiky. The rubbery grey lips and dark hard outer shell were open, completely exposed. Ok. So my universal remote fell off the bed onto the hardwood floor and... - ['Defeated' and other poems by John Tustin](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/04/defeated-and-other-poems-by-john-tustin/): By: John Tustin DEFEATED A few days after the day When it all began for us You spoke to me, Hushed as if under house arrest And I could hear your voice Almost inaudible In my ear But clearly Nearly... - ['you are no phoenix' and other poems by Linda M Crate](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/04/you-are-no-phoenix-and-other-poems-by-linda-m-crate/): By: Linda M Crate you are no phoenix since you took things from me i can never have returned there’s only way to settle this, a life for a life; because an eye for an eye wouldn’t work i am... - [Guns and Other Things](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/04/guns-and-other-things/): By: David Jacobs Dennis stopped to scrape the gum off the sole of his shoe,”Damn! I hate this”. A faint sound, a muffled cry coming from the abandoned building in front of him.      Dennis racked his gun and slipped... - [Me Myself and Lies](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/04/me-myself-and-lies/): By: Alan Berger The sky is fallingLike broken glassThe past is crawlingUp my ass The streets I strollAbducted my soulAnd took awayMy jelly roll The waves in oceansThat I may never seeAre spelling my nameAnd calling for me But what... - [“Priceless or useless” and other poems by Euphonious Poet](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/04/__trashed-2/): By: Euphonious Poet “Priceless or useless” I don’t know how to feel anymore I am but an instrument A tool to be used at your disposal You only need me when you want something from me Other than that I... - [Glacial Pace: Face of Change](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/04/glacial-pace-face-of-change/): By: Edmund Weisberg My favorite book as a toddler was Green Eggs and Ham. I asked my parents to read it to me so often that my father, in particular, wanted to beg off the nightly duty because he felt... - [Oh, to Be in Greenland Now That Eternal Spring Is There](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/04/oh-to-be-in-greenland-now-that-eternal-spring-is-there/): By: Edmund Weisberg The assignment given, with two whole days. Calamities rise! Pupils face the grade. Nature as topic, spurred by the sun’s rays. Addressing climate change, alas, forbade. The glistening sol nourishes us all. Erudite pedagogues await the verse.... - [Dimensional](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/04/dimensional/): By: Degen Hill “Climber One, do you copy?” Static echoed back across the line. “Climber One, this is Sierra Base, Dimension 19, do you copy?” The static continued. Lieutenant Mercer turned to look at Commander Urtz, and shook her head.... - ['Desdemona’s Corpse' and other poems by Barry Vitcov](https://literaryyard.com/2019/09/08/desdemonas-corpse-and-other-poems-by-barry-vitcov/): By: Barry Vitcov Desdemona’s Corpse Desdemona is asked how to play a corpse Shallow breaths Running future lines in my head She said When confined to bed And my cells are almost done No longer subject to the sun When... - [Pacemaker](https://literaryyard.com/2019/09/08/pacemaker/): By: Barry Vitcov “I’d like to purchase a replacement battery for my pacemaker,” said the short, white-haired, slightly bent over woman with inquisitive green eyes. She stood at Saul Gold’s battery kiosk in the St. James Square Mall with a... - ['Love Letters to Arabella' by the Young Shakespeare](https://literaryyard.com/2019/09/05/love-letters-to-arabella-by-the-young-shakespeare/): By Thy Young Shakespeare Background These poetry pieces are compilations of poems from a current draft novel called Elexander the 3rd.  Set in the 1800s, an epic story presented as a fictional romance novel.  The story depicts the romance between an English... - ['The way to end' and other poems by Hardeep Sabharwal](https://literaryyard.com/2019/09/04/the-way-to-end-and-other-poems-by-hardeep-sabharwal/): By: Hardeep Sabharwal 1. The way to end Ending slowly is Always better than Ending in a single moment When in a moment Any relation, object or person Comes to an end It is unbearable moment of separation But when... - ['Thoughts in the Night' and other poems by James G. Piatt](https://literaryyard.com/2019/09/04/thoughts-in-the-night-and-other-poems-by-jim-piatt/): By: James G. Piatt Thoughts in the Night The night is almost silent, only the gentile tic-tocking sound of the old grandfather clock heralding in the late hours, and the soft din of my thoughts stream softly into the atmosphere.... - [Poems: 'Don’t give any name to my love' and 'Purity of her character'](https://literaryyard.com/2019/09/03/poems-dont-give-any-name-to-my-love-and-purity-of-her-character/): By Jamal Siddiqui “Don’t give any name to my love” I have met her in good faith, we both share the relationship of Heart, do not name it She appreciates my lips, lives in my heart, resides in my soul.do... - [Human and Humane](https://literaryyard.com/2019/09/03/human-and-humane/): By Jamal Siddiqui “It is easy to be Human, very hard to be Humane” – Miza Ghalib We’re all born human, it isn’t something that’s gifted to us or something we have to work for. It simply is. 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He has just received a letter that a high-profile delegation from UN is coming to see the present condition of... - [In Pursuit of Purpose](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/25/in-pursuit-of-purpose/): By: Shilpa Rajagopal Purpose is a funny word deliberate and assuming what is your Purpose? they ask as if everyone is born knowing this fundamental truth, following a linear road as if there is singularity or absolutism to abstraction, to... - ['A Sonnet For Paradox’s Repeat Offender' and other poems by Kushal Poddar](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/25/a-sonnet-for-paradoxs-repeat-offender-and-other-poems-by-kushal-poddar/): By: Kushal Poddar A Sonnet For Paradox’s Repeat Offender We skedaddle from remembrance and its strict policing, yet here we stand- midst a street of broken houses, holes for the walls. Memory’s widened its reach. We have souvenirs from the... - ['Family' and poems by James Diaz](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/25/family-and-poems-by-james-diaz/): By: James Diaz Family Marry me to a piece of sky tar and feather my bones, Mother piece of paper my heart over the fire in your mouth brown hills rolling blue skies over the engine cooling madness of my... - ['Smoke lost in the air' and other poems by Edward Lee](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/25/smoke-lost-in-the-air-and-other-poems-by-edward-lee/): By: Edward Lee SMOKE LOST IN THE AIR I feel the urge to start smoking, capture you in a tendril of smoke, hold you in my lungs, never exhale, poison myself for the sake of knowing you deeper, you who... - ['Tomb of unburied days' and other poems by R.K.Singh](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/25/tomb-of-unburied-days-and-other-poems-by-r-k-singh/): By: R.K.Singh TOMB OF UNBURIED DAYS While volcanoes rehearse to show their teeth lovers shouting from the well of the house wave broken condoms rather than broken trust conflate dissent on self-erasing slates and prove worse than the old oxen... - ['I know the language of the rain' and other poems by S.B Goncarova](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/24/i-know-the-language-of-the-rain-and-other-poems-by-s-b-goncarova/): By: S.B Goncarova I know the language of the rain, she says. The gull beats her rain-stained wings as she hovers over the line between land and sea. She looks down into the water, searching for a fixed-point, but instead... - [Poem: It’s About Time](https://literaryyard.com/2019/02/26/poem-its-about-time/): By: Alan Berger We get born, then we dieIn the middle We love, try, laugh, and cry I Need a break to de-charge my batteries Need a push to forgive my enemies Need to lay under a tree With a... - ['Syria! No Country for Innocents' and other poems by S Manoj](https://literaryyard.com/2019/02/25/syria-no-country-for-innocents-and-other-poems-by-s-manoj/): By: S Manoj Syria! No Country for Innocents. Cry for life, Call for help, More than half a decade, Goes unheard. The capitalists, Communists, And the democrats, Turn a deaf ear. Supporters of the president, Rebels of the president, The... - [Story: The Coyote](https://literaryyard.com/2019/02/25/story-the-coyote/): By: The Birch Twins He closed his eyes against the dust as the bus drew away. Walking down the middle of the highway, he exchanged looks with a mangy looking coyote. Typical of her. She wouldn’t even feed the hungry... - [Poem: Fishing the Highland Lochs](https://literaryyard.com/2019/02/25/poem-fishing-the-highland-lochs/): By: Don Thompson (Norman MacCaig) His manuscripts must’ve smelled like cigarettes, stained by coffee cup rings, with notes to himself in the margins about which lures to take on the next fishing trip— Dunkell, Black Pennell, Wickham’s Fancy… I can hear... - [Poem: Chrysalism](https://literaryyard.com/2019/02/21/poem-chrysalism/): By: Gizelle Verduzco Light taps of rain cleanse the earth, Almost like a toddler running on top of my roof. A mirage of grey tears fall from the dim sky, The sun disappears into an abyss. The crackling release of... - [Story: Old Clothes](https://literaryyard.com/2019/02/21/story-old-clothes/): By: Michal Reibenbach For several years now my friend Shifra and I have been in the habit of collecting old clothes from our family and friends. When we have managed to gather together a substantial amount we load the clothes... - [Story: The Cemetery](https://literaryyard.com/2019/02/21/story-the-cemetery/): By: Michal Reibenbach “I always visit my sister’s grave at this time of year, just before Yom Kippur. Would you come to the cemetery with me tomorrow for I really hate going alone?” Elia asks me over the phone. “Yes,... - [Poem: Even a king](https://literaryyard.com/2019/02/14/poem-even-a-king/): By: Alan Berger Even a KingThat is going to breakHas not a clue of his impending fate Any promise I hurl at youSoon in time Will turn on me like a screw When the rain comes in To shower my... - [WB Governor, Keshari Nath Tripathi Launches Book Dedicated to Swami Pragyananand at the Kumbh Mela](https://literaryyard.com/2019/02/14/wb-governor-keshari-nath-tripathi-launches-book-dedicated-to-swami-pragyananand-at-the-kumbh-mela/): Famous Industrialist and Philanthropist Mr. Dinesh Shahra’s book, ‘Simplicity & Wisdom’ was launched at Parmarth Ashram in Kumbh Mela. The book is dedicated to Late eminent Vedanti Swami Pragananandji. Famous Industrialist and Philanthropist Mr. Dinesh Shahra’s book, ‘Simplicity & Wisdom’... - [Old acquaintances](https://literaryyard.com/2019/02/13/old-acquaintances/): By: Eric Burbridge The day started questionable; a stubbed toe, dropped medication in the toilet and alarm test failure. Discouraging, but I refused to abandon the plan. The plan; reconnect, instead of going out of town with the family, with... - [Tiger of Mysore’s Pogrom in Melkote](https://literaryyard.com/2019/02/13/tiger-of-mysores-pogrom-in-melkote/): By: Ram Govardhan Tipu Sultan, the Badhsah of Kingdom of Mysore, robed in silky raiment gleaming with jewels, was stomping around in piked shoes in the glittering Darbar-e-Khas of the Daria Daulat Bagh Palace in Srirangapatna, at a measured pace,... - [Story: The Fishing Hole](https://literaryyard.com/2019/02/13/story-the-fishing-hole/): By: R. E. Hengsterman They stood in waist-high feathery plume grass which gathered around the large pond. Two fishing poles lay against a folding chair whose canvas seat sheltered an aspiring pink tackle box and a container of red worms... - [Effective Ways to keep yourself stress free during pregnancy](https://literaryyard.com/2019/02/12/effective-ways-to-keep-yourself-stress-free-during-pregnancy/): Being mother is one of the blissful experiences for every woman. But it is not easy to be a mother. Especially during the pregnancy, women have to go through a lot of anxiety and stress. The stress can be caused... - ['Mother’s history' and other poems by Gopal Lahiri](https://literaryyard.com/2019/02/12/mothers-history-and-other-poems-by-gopal-lahiri/): By: Gopal Lahiri Mother’s history Here the women take on mother’s history, The caress of a finger, a faint touch, the idea of a shelter, the silent ecstasy in the womb; A city square recalls the bliss of a love... - [Brando’s Stand In](https://literaryyard.com/2019/02/12/brandos-stand-in/): By Andrew Chinich This rented Hollywood bungalow life reminds me of ‘Last Tango in Paris’. I too am somewhat of an American expatriate as I’ve always looked at Los Angeles to be a foreign country. It’s an alien culture-club drenched... - [Poem: Burning Anger](https://literaryyard.com/2019/02/12/poem-burning-anger/): By: David Yi Anger feels hot as his red skin starts to flare His cries of anger are loud like a warcry The taste of anger is dangerously spicy, enough to make a man die The burning smell as his... - [Poem: Until that gathering day](https://literaryyard.com/2019/02/12/poem-until-that-gathering-day/): By: EG Ted Davis I pray for the health of this body, Lord, but if it shall fail me- as it eventually will- take me to my state of rest- leave behind my bones- until that gathering day. - [Exercise may keep Alzheimer's disease away from you](https://literaryyard.com/2019/02/11/exercise-may-keep-alzheimers-disease-away-from-you/): Alzheimer’s is a type of dementia that causes memory loss, hampers thinking process and brings in behavioral changes. Symptoms usually develop slowly and get worse over time, becoming severe enough to interfere with daily tasks. Alzheimer’s is a progressive disease.... - [Columbia Asia Hospitals launches its Patient Engagement Suite](https://literaryyard.com/2019/02/11/columbia-asia-hospitals-launches-its-patient-engagement-suite/): MphRx announces that Columbia Asia Hospitals, a chain of 28 hospitals across India, Malaysia, Indonesia and Vietnam, has launched their Patient Engagement Application Suite, with patient-facing applications available on Web, Android and Apple devices. Powered by MphRx’s FHIR based digital... - [Six Haikus Explaining Life](https://literaryyard.com/2019/02/11/six-haikus-explaining-life/): By: Mark Kodama The Fly The noise of the fly, Shattered quiet of the shade, On a summer’s day. Undocumented, But history nonetheless, Etched in the Memory of a mortal man. The Frog The frog eyed its prey. A dragonfly... - [Story: Requiem for Icarus](https://literaryyard.com/2019/02/11/story-requiem-for-icarus/): By: Mark Kodama All his life, Icarus wanted to do something great, heroic, perhaps even save the world. Now at 40, the fate of the human race on earth rested on his shoulders. To be sure, Icarus was smart, some... - [Conference Tales](https://literaryyard.com/2019/02/10/conference-tales/): By: Nathaniel Okolo TALE 1 Day 1 I decided to steal another quick glance at her, the tenth in less than ten minutes, might have been more, definitely not less. Oops! Our eyes met again, why must she decide to... - [Story: Words unspoken](https://literaryyard.com/2019/02/10/story-words-unspoken/): By Gaither Stewart THE POWER OF LOVE Since his return home from the war Helmut had never felt emotions of normal human warmth. The atmosphere in those maddened postwar years had been chaotic. Life was different then. He too had... - [Small conversation of a valedictorian with his master](https://literaryyard.com/2019/02/07/small-conversation-of-a-valedictorian-with-his-master/): By: Paweł Markiewicz As a tribute to Hugo Grotius The triple Mondo 5-7-7 5-7-7 Valedictorian*as Master(=Scientist) a young scientist …………………….. V: Has philosophy of politics something to do with the untroubled and peaceful? M: It is untroubled like magic marvellous... - [Two poems of a not-Hindus to goddess Kali](https://literaryyard.com/2019/02/07/two-poems-of-a-not-hindus-to-goddess-kali/): By: Paweł Markiewicz I full goblet I become an existence when Your memory shines goblet of Osiris I miss at will cup without blood comes true spell of dew I am blissful butterfly you turn dew into essence fog over... - [Krishna Saying Hello to Krishna](https://literaryyard.com/2019/02/07/krishna-saying-hello-to-krishna/): By: Prashil Kumar Hello Krishna, “The spirit lives on. It never perishes”. This is what my father told me and my sister back in the village. My spirit will deliver this letter to you. With over I billion followers and... - [Amazon Crossing to publish a true crime story from the archives of Stieg Larsson](https://literaryyard.com/2019/02/06/amazon-crossing-to-publish-a-true-crime-story-from-the-archives-of-stieg-larsson/): Amazon Crossing, the literature in translation imprint of Amazon Publishing, announced today the acquisition of The Man Who Played with Fire: Stieg Larsson’s Lost Files and the Hunt for an Assassin by Jan Stocklassa, translated by Tara F. Chace for... - [Story: The Stone](https://literaryyard.com/2019/02/06/story-the-stone/): By: Nick Sweeney ‘I treasure your letters,’ he read. ‘I hear your pen scratch the page, see you walking to the post. This chain of events cuts through logic to crystal clear beauty in my mind, your letters the result,... - [Story: The Sun Dance](https://literaryyard.com/2019/02/06/story-the-sun-dance/): By: Mark Kodama It was the summer of 1876. The great white father was demanding that we sell our land to them – land that was not ours to sell – and then move to the reservation – where only... - [Poem: In the middle](https://literaryyard.com/2019/02/06/poem-in-the-middle/): By Alan Berger In the middle of the night At the tail end of another tales thought flight I remembered I line That made me give back all the lines of advices I ever had bought “If you are scared... - [Poem: Last Dance](https://literaryyard.com/2019/02/05/poem-last-dance/): By Michael Mogel An ancient rhythm a ritual that defies time like dancing the Argentine Tango. A frozen face like a mask hiding the fear of death. The touch of another invading a stream of movement. The tune is always... - [Poems: 'A Late Quartet of Beethoven' n 'The Music Teacher'](https://literaryyard.com/2019/02/05/poems-a-late-quartet-of-beethoven-n-the-music-teacher/): By: Carl Parsons A Late Quartet of Beethoven Old men were playing a late quartet of Beethoven and resonant wood throbbed in ancient hands and skeletal fingers rubbed the music’s body like a lover like a magician of death and... - [Review: 'Visits and Other Passages' by Carol Smallwood](https://literaryyard.com/2019/02/05/review-visits-and-other-passages-by-carol-smallwood/): By: Ronald Primeau Visits and Other Passages by Carol Smallwood, Marquis Lifetime Achievement AwardWinner. Georgetown, Kentucky: Finishing Line Press, 2019. 115 pages, $18.99. In her latest of over sixty books,the prolific Carol Smallwood serves up a feast of genres in... - ['Herdsmen stick together' and other poems by Ruth Z. Deming](https://literaryyard.com/2019/02/04/herdsmen-stick-together-and-other-poems-by-ruth-z-deming/): By: Ruth Z. Deming HERDSMEN STICK TOGETHER Chillingly cold I stand at front door at midnight my forehead seeming to freeze Clouds like huge grey curls roil about the sky in silent vengeance All of us herdsmen on our street... - [A view from the top](https://literaryyard.com/2019/02/04/a-view-from-the-top/): By: Alan Berger I had the top bunk in jail. It wasn’t lonely at the top, or at the bottom in any of the bunks in dorm A. One of the most emotional sightings I had was in the first... - ['The Little League Game' and other poems by Linnea Cooley](https://literaryyard.com/2019/02/04/the-little-league-game-and-other-poems-by-linnea-cooley/): By: Linnea Cooley The Little League Game  At the little league game, when a man (a parent from the opposing team)  stands with his fingers curled through the chain link fence and sees me at bat (head too big for... - ['A Couple' and other poems by John Grey](https://literaryyard.com/2019/02/01/a-couple-and-other-poems-by-john-grey/): By: John Grey A COUPLE We’re a couple. There’s been this path from you and me to us that we both willingly took. Now nothing is one us or the other. We’ve joined up. I lead. You follow. You lead.... - ['Final Edit' and other poems by Stacey Z Lawrence](https://literaryyard.com/2019/01/31/final-edit-and-other-poems-by-stacey-z-lawrence/): By: Stacey Z Lawrence FINAL EDIT for Jamal Khashoggi She waits down the street from the Mövenpick Istanbulis love cinema as foreigners carve and slice him first into slabs, then manageable portions. Hard men clad in blue denim, Italian loafers... - [Benefits of Drinking Chinese Tea](https://literaryyard.com/2019/01/31/benefits-of-drinking-chinese-tea/): People wanting to cut flab and aspire to be slim should keep green tea in their daily diet plan. Regularly drinking green tea helps you lose weight and reduce your risk of several diseases, including diabetes, heart disease and cancer.... - [The Way She Was - A Story](https://literaryyard.com/2019/01/30/the-way-she-was-a-story/): By Pamela J Picard The party expanded in size, growing, as if resting on a bubble, bigger and bigger with every breath. Just when the room seemed to be brimming beyond capacity, the door smashed open, giving the human gaggle... - ['Friends with benefits' and other poems by Lily Fields](https://literaryyard.com/2019/01/30/friends-with-benefits-and-other-poems-by-lily-fields/): By: Lily Fields Friends with benefits I know you cannot help the way you feel But your reaction to seeing me, always makes me reel. Yourself off of me, you refuse to peel, But the vent of your emotions, you’re... - [Why Hast Ye Forsaken Me?](https://literaryyard.com/2019/01/29/why-hast-ye-forsaken-me/): By Dakota Zambito   “Alright now, class. Everyone please direct your attention to the monitor.” David looked up at the monitor to see a live-cam image of a green and blue ball being warped by smoky clouds. “Can anyone tell... - ['You Finished' and 'The Thought Police'](https://literaryyard.com/2019/01/29/you-finished-and-the-thought-police/): By: Marc Carver YOU FINISHED I thought I was finished then I saw the little dog sat on the table outside the pub he was licking the beer from the glass and when another couple came out his tail started... - [My earliest childhood memories](https://literaryyard.com/2019/01/29/my-earliest-childhood-memories/): By: Sedo Elijah Ebinne “I remember playing outside my house with my very good friend. It was afternoon and the clouds which shielded the hot rays of the sun were a dull ash. I knew that the rains anytime now... - [Here are Interesting Online Tools for Writers](https://literaryyard.com/2019/01/28/here-are-interesting-online-tools-for-writers/): Writing a book requires authors to have access to the latest tools which help them drive through their projects. Penning a book on paper is an old, archaic thing which is not only time-consuming but has its own limitations. Smart... - [Tips Everyone Can Use to Write a Book](https://literaryyard.com/2019/01/28/tips-everyone-can-use-to-write-a-book/): WritersDigest offers interesting tips on writing a book. The tips are helpful for budding authors who aspire to write a book. The tips will help them to follow their book writing plan step by step. Write the story you’d most... - [Poem: Inner Voice](https://literaryyard.com/2019/01/28/poem-inner-voice/): By: Sahaj Sabharwal Inner Voice is a voice Which expels when no choice. Tolerance is silent inside noise Which becomes dangerous crime’s base. Including burning heart cries Which ignites when blood dries. Tension reaches greater heights Which internally firmly bites.... - ['Drop That Heavy Load' and other poems by Marcus Severns](https://literaryyard.com/2019/01/25/drop-that-heavy-load-and-other-poems-by-marcus-severns/): By: Marcus Severns Drop That Heavy Load You gotta unwind Your shoe laces, And let a load off your chest By letting go of the tension With a large breath; Let it go. The weight of the world is on... - [I am but a small mouse](https://literaryyard.com/2019/01/25/i-am-but-a-small-mouse/): By: Constance Woodring skittering through the edges of your life. So tiny, and yet so much power do I have over the female gender. They are taught by the age of three to scream “EEK!” at the sight of me,... - [Not facing the music](https://literaryyard.com/2019/01/25/not-facing-the-music/): By Alan Berger I certainly can’t blame you For throwing me out of our band Let us face the music I had a heroin addiction as big as the land Remember when they built that tour bus Just for our... - [Sweet Wood](https://literaryyard.com/2019/01/25/sweet-wood/): By: Mehreen Ahmed Late afternoon drizzles blighted the lights. Layered clouds, hung over in translucent folds. Dusky shadows fell upon a gully’s end. Next to this, a cinnamon farm lay stretched to the horizon. Tia Magnolia stood on this farm,... - ['Streetlamp' and other poems by Kevin O'Keeffe](https://literaryyard.com/2019/01/24/streetlamp-and-other-poems-by-kevin-okeeffe/): By: Kevin O’Keeffe Streetlamp I’ve long admired him, This steely Atlas, Denying the dark its nightly ambition. He is like a footman, stiff With some serious duty. Trusted, and attentive. Are we so different, he and I? He eyes the... - [Poem: Woman looking for a tongue!](https://literaryyard.com/2019/01/24/poem-woman-looking-for-a-tongue/): By : Amirah Al Wassif   they said your voice shouldn’t be heardwe need a woman without soundthen I asked my godo lord, do I count?and he answered me in shortraise your voice and shoutthey said we need a perfect... - [No Man’s Land](https://literaryyard.com/2019/01/23/no-mans-land/): By Gaither Stewart Get out your atlas. You will likely need it when you read farther here about the intriguing but little known story in a lesser known part of Alpine Europe: Italy’s northern territory of Alto Adige, better known... - [Poem: Old Friend](https://literaryyard.com/2019/01/23/poem-old-friend/): By: Steven Jakobi for Wally A bright blue morning, clean and fresh after the rain. An ordinary day of ordinary lives and ordinary tasks. Except that you left us today. A Wednesday in August. Like any other Wednesday during your... - [Poem: Boiling Sap](https://literaryyard.com/2019/01/23/poem-boiling-sap/): By: Steven Jakobi Deep snow stills the woods, ice sparkles in the morning sun, but the longer days are brighter and the wind is a bit kinder. The February sky is filled with the nasal chords of geese, the sonorous... - [My magic dream, which calls itself eternity](https://literaryyard.com/2019/01/23/my-magic-dream-which-calls-itself-eternity/): By: Pawel Markiewicz The Angels are flying in pairs through dreamy eternity the legendary fairies dreaming overnight the dwarfish primal world with a dreamed imagination the Leprechauns on the open sea Dream gull escapes with high tide Apollo’s wings in... - ['Black caviar with leftovers' and other poems by Peter Magliocco](https://literaryyard.com/2019/01/22/black-caviar-with-leftovers-and-other-poems-by-peter-magliocco/): By: Peter Magliocco black caviar with leftovers trudge into the nightfall of hungry consciousness & taste fallen fruit left rotting from a long-ago banquet. your daughter is nearly eleven, her bare feet pad softly across the mausoleum floor where leftovers... - [Poem: Parachute](https://literaryyard.com/2019/01/22/poem-parachute/): By: Aila Doyle Ignore the sound and fury. Read my lines. A desire to have a life, one combined. A sophic man, seeing into my soul. A woman afraid of losing control. Foolish girl, frightened and pulling away. Grasping to... - ['Moment' and other poems by Pawel Markiewicz](https://literaryyard.com/2019/01/21/moment-and-other-poems-by-pawel-markiewicz/): By: Pawel Markiewicz I Moment (1998) The moment flies like wind. It always ends. You can only remember it in thoughts, dreams and tears. The moment does not die, but it stays in its heart. In the bird and in... - ['Don't want to lose you' and other poems by Linda Crate](https://literaryyard.com/2019/01/21/dont-want-to-lose-you-and-other-poems-by-linda-crate/): By: Linda M Crate don’t want to lose you i guess you could call this broken thing in me a heart, but i always put the pieces back together differently after it’s been shattered; i know i won’t recognize it... - [Sexism in the Films of Jean-Luc Godard](https://literaryyard.com/2019/01/20/sexism-in-the-films-of-jean-luc-godard/): By Dan Morey A conversation is needed. A freewheeling debate. So I give you M and F, two critics who will examine gender depiction in Godard’s films. Critic F will argue that a deep-rooted sexism underlies much of the director’s... - [The Lucky Bastard](https://literaryyard.com/2019/01/20/the-lucky-bastard/): By: Alan Berger How the fuck did I get the nickname “Lucky”, lucky asked the mirror before him while attempting to hold his razor steady as he started to shave. Maybe it’s like when they call a bald guy “Curly”,... - [Cosmic Depression](https://literaryyard.com/2019/01/20/cosmic-depression/): By: Constance Woodring Humans exist for only a zillion zillionth of a second, and yet there are those who cannot endure even breathing that brief air of the universe. - [A 2016 Carol](https://literaryyard.com/2019/01/20/a-2016-carol/): By: Austin J. Dalton “Frankly, it’s quite possible I could get used to you, because one day I will grow old enough or come to some point down the road and there won’t be anyone there but you.” The author... - [Sumptuous Naan and Puthena](https://literaryyard.com/2019/01/20/sumptuous-nan-puthena/): By: Pavle Radonic Following some weighing late afternoon Nilla it was that would be given a try for their naan. An initial look at the veg. counter proving underwhelming, a turn on heel and march out the door almost ensued.... - [Poem: Not facing the music](https://literaryyard.com/2019/01/15/poem-not-facing-the-music/): By: Alan Berger I certainly can’t blame you For throwing me out of our band Let us face the music I had a heroin addiction as big as the land Remember when they built that tour bus Just for our... - ['There is no footpath here' and other poems by Aneek Chatterjee](https://literaryyard.com/2019/01/15/there-is-no-footpath-here-and-other-poems-by-aneek-chatterjee/): By: Aneek Chatterjee There is no footpath here homeless & hawkers have conquered all There is no clean air around Outdated engines have driven it out Sounds of bullets are the only heartbeats one can feel Blood takes mothers’ tears... - [Story: Falling Stars](https://literaryyard.com/2019/01/09/story-falling-stars/): By Emon NC Shimmering amidst the pitch black velvet of the night, were a million diamonds of neon dreams. They created a fervent silvery shiver that danced in unison to the rhythm of it’s own creation. The sky above pales... - ["Maude, Clear As Day" and other poems by Lee Felty](https://literaryyard.com/2019/01/08/maude-clear-as-day-and-other-poems-by-lee-felty/): By: Lee Felty Maude, Clear As Day Old, she feeds the birds from her bare hands in winter. There are windows open and calling in the clouds. I have seen her concoct a bush with one store-bought rose. Today, her... - [Poem: When you are not around](https://literaryyard.com/2019/01/08/poem-when-you-are-not-around/): By: Aruna Subramanian I stay awake and silence the sounds around awaiting your call Or a single text.. I search your timeline for any updates.. I scroll my newsfeed Looking for your likes In any of the posts.. I check... - [Story: Survivors](https://literaryyard.com/2019/01/08/story-survivors/): By: Michal Reibenbach Climbing up the wall of my house are two Bougainvillea bushes, they partially creep over my bedroom’s window. The bushes are a joy to me. Their branches which turn in random ways are decorated with glossy, dark... - [Story: Cups of Tea](https://literaryyard.com/2019/01/08/story-cups-of-tea/): By: Michal Reibenbach After I married I went to live with my husband and daughter in an old broken down cottage way out in the country in a small village in Yorkshire. Things in our old cottage were forever falling... - [Story: My Bologna](https://literaryyard.com/2019/01/07/story-my-bologna/): By: Katharine Strange Sometimes I turn over in bed, eyes shut tightly against the morning light, and for a moment think I am still in New Jersey. I can almost smell the cat pee and Hamburger Helper. Then I’ll hear... - [Poems: if/in #88, #89, #90](https://literaryyard.com/2019/01/07/poems-if-in-88-89-90/): By: Darren C. Demaree if/in #88 what if all blinkingis code& there is no dustin our eyeswe’re giventhe answers& every time we cryreality washesaway reality ### if/in #89 every seahas a rimto exceedthe floodsnever takeaway the industriesthey’re supposed toit’s always... - [Turning of the tide](https://literaryyard.com/2019/01/07/turning-of-the-tide/): By: K.S.Subramanian Sakundan never harbored many expectations ever since he came to know himself. He even had a philosophical alibi for it. However one tries to know or discover himself he always hasn’t known or unearthed an area of his... - [Lake Peekskill](https://literaryyard.com/2019/01/05/lake-peekskill/): By Milt Montague It was Saturday and Milt was driving up to Lake Peekskill from Manhattan. He had closed their shop on Madison Avenue at 6:00 PM, rushed home for the car, only an eight minute walk, and was now... - [Magic, Magic](https://literaryyard.com/2019/01/05/magic-magic/): By Milt Montague Johnson and Johnson had recently introduced a new line of Band-Aids. They came in several bright colors and were replete with interesting designs and patterns that appealed particularly to young boys and girls of all ages. At... - ['Canopy' and other poems by Eve Dobbins](https://literaryyard.com/2019/01/05/canopy-and-other-poems-by-eve-dobbins/): By: Eve Dobbins Canopy Seeks middle ground Seeks listening to all concerned Draping itself moss-like between the two My-a-canopy Is an anomaly Which shouldn’t fit yet drapes gracefully As it rolls against the grain but it does It is not... - [Soon Enough and For a Long, Long, Time](https://literaryyard.com/2019/01/05/soon-enough-and-for-a-long-long-time/): By: S.D. Lavender Jimmy could almost hear his father’s voice saying what he used to say whenever it was time to help out a relative: Other people might like you, but family’s the only ones you can count on. The... - [Crustacean Love](https://literaryyard.com/2019/01/02/crustacean-love/): By: Andrew Chinich Shrimp, my Shrimp. How she came to be called Shrimp wasn’t nearly as interesting as the tale I wove of how she came by the name. I would tell all that enquired that she was Jean Shrimpton’s... - [Story: Gravity](https://literaryyard.com/2019/01/02/story-gravity/): By Eric Burbridge A whisper in Lamont Pell’s ear told him to stop at the bar and grill where the Air Force Academy females frequented. The self employed electrician grew bored with playing the field. He wanted a stable intelligent... - [The Inclusion Orthodoxy: what we write about when we write about diversity](https://literaryyard.com/2019/01/02/the-inclusion-orthodoxy-what-we-write-about-when-we-write-about-diversity/): By: Joe Bardin I don’t get out much as a writer, so attending a conference on nonfiction writing was an exposing experience. Someone joked by the end that this gaggle of introverted writers was exhausted after three full days of... - [Writing such a tribute to Anna Akhmatova](https://literaryyard.com/2019/01/02/writing-such-a-tribute-to-anna-akhmatova/): By: Pawel Markiewicz We have given a mathematical sum; components are flowers or blossoms, namely: a lady’s slipper’ orchid as well as a bleeding-heart. The flowers of the the lady’s slipper’ orchid are in relation to St. Maria (also in... - [Lament for a future in memory of Leonard Cohen](https://literaryyard.com/2019/01/02/lament-for-a-future-in-memory-of-leonard-cohen/): By Ron Ridenour I cried again this morning. Tears just burst out as I was dusting the house. I’d set Leonard Cohen “The Future” album on the record player to accompany my house chores. Give me back the Berlin wall... - [In the underground labyrinth](https://literaryyard.com/2018/12/23/in-the-underground-labyrinth/): By: Paweł Markiewicz A small ladybug wanted to visit a fairy-queen of ants in the underground under an ancient oak-druidic and its longing for stars was indeed romantic as well as like an primeval world – heroic. The ladybird found... - [Poem: The Privacy Invader](https://literaryyard.com/2018/12/23/poem-the-privacy-invader/): By: Olatubosun David I wonder how it goes through its path unknown Coiling like the snake’s whirling coil around a mango tree.Ascending rapidly into the sky, Riding on the wind’s backLike triumphant king returning from war front, Rising gently, narrowly,... - ['Tiny Metal Ghosts' and other poems by Holly Day](https://literaryyard.com/2018/12/20/tiny-metal-ghosts-and-other-poems-by-holly-day/): By: Holly Day Tiny Metal Ghosts The little robotic vacuum cleaner moves across the floor with such purpose, drawing patterns in the dust with the precision of a spider scrawling its web. I wonder if I watched the vacuum long... - [Story: Intruders](https://literaryyard.com/2018/12/20/story-intruders/): By Kate Rose They were squirrel-like creatures, but bigger. The first time Sally had seen one literally fly off the wall, landing on one of the rafters, she’d made everyone get out of bed and sleep in the newly-renovated basement.... - ['bones, buried' and other poems by John Sweet](https://literaryyard.com/2018/12/19/bones-buried-and-other-poems-by-john-sweet/): By: John Sweet bones, buried fuck yr junkie deaths yr crippled religions no god here but the god of crows no windows in the room of murdered children because what would you see? what song of false hope would you... - ['Bonne Nuit' and other poems by Vicki Murray](https://literaryyard.com/2018/12/18/bonne-nuit-and-other-poems-by-vicki-murray/): By: Vicki Murray Bonne Nuit Mother is dying. I go to herMore than miles separate us,years of silence and misunderstanding.I enter her room. Others leave.Her speech is unintelligible.I listen desperate to understand.In a death garble, she anxiously speaks.I answer her... - ['New Boots' and other poems by Sarah Cash](https://literaryyard.com/2018/12/17/new-boots-and-other-poems-by-sarah-cash/): By: Sarah Cash New Boots Red rain boots shine, and jiggle around my feet. With each down step I stretch out, feeling the space where my toes will grow. They squeak when I walk across hard tile floor. It tickles... - [Mysterious Encounter](https://literaryyard.com/2018/12/17/mysterious-encounter/): By: Michal Reibenbach One day on our way to visit my fiancé’s daughter at her boarding school, Carl and I became lost. We’d taken this chance to do some house-hunting in the area of Ashdown Forest, had taken a wrong... - [The Tapestry of Life](https://literaryyard.com/2018/12/16/the-tapestry-of-life/): By Kelly L. Miller We are a beautiful large scale tapestry of races, cultures, and customsUnique, vibrant, and abounding in magnificent colorNavajo, Celtic, Inuit, Buddhist, Egyptian, Mayan, Shinto, Sumerian, Hindu, FonShapes of our history and future are connected and held... - [The orchid in the starry night](https://literaryyard.com/2018/12/15/the-orchid-in-the-starry-night/): By: Paweł Markiewicz Herculean welcome: Hallo. You huge, hilarious human! Have honorary heart of hyacinth with humming birds! Herculean welcome: Hallo. Am I a gorgeous orchid without any sonorous oblivion and dreamy rumination about the Horologium? Standing, waiting I see,... - [Poem: Academic Tests](https://literaryyard.com/2018/12/15/poem-academic-tests/): By: Sahaj Sabharwal and -Pacca Danga Oh these tests,Superflous academic tests.No time to prepare For entrance tests. Difficult to store Vast concepts in mind, Oh how to retain so much Till marks given and paper signed. Bewaring that, The examiner is not... - ['Love of a mother' and other poems by Linda Crate](https://literaryyard.com/2018/12/15/love-of-a-mother-and-other-poems-by-linda-crate/): By: Linda M Crate love of a mother my mother’s lovecouldn’t protect mefrom your rage,my mother’s lovecouldn’t guard me from your pain;my mother’s love couldn’t convince methat i truly meant somethingi only listened to yourhate—nightmares were so numerousi was walking... - [Poem: The Motherland](https://literaryyard.com/2018/12/15/poem-the-motherland/): By : Amirah Al Wassif When your motherland cries Put your hand on your chest Here, at this home lies Your doctor soul who does his best When your motherland writesHer best letter to your heartRead her touched words in... - [Election day and night](https://literaryyard.com/2018/12/15/election-day-and-night/): By: Alan Berger If the votes come in the way my wife wants them to, I may be able to get into my wife. Please allow me to explain.She is a Republican.She thought I was too.For a bit.Why did she... - ['Restoration Costs' and other poems by Ryan Quinn Flanagan](https://literaryyard.com/2018/12/15/restoration-costs-and-other-poems-by-ryan-quinn-flanagan/): By: Ryan Quinn Flanagan Restoration Costs orchid flower of destiny pulling at shoelace earth the riddle unknown and the path queasy fluke worm misgivings all this: taut and barbaric with wetness ticker tape strychnine the edifice unfolds crowds of failed... - [The top 5 Tips for Writing a College Essay in 2020](https://literaryyard.com/2020/02/03/the-top-5-tips-for-writing-a-college-essay-in-2020/): Nowadays, the college application process is more difficult than it was years ago. In addition to asking applicants to state the major they want to pursue and other pertinent information, many colleges today ask for essays as well. Writing a... - [Heartwood](https://literaryyard.com/2020/02/01/heartwood/): By: Shilpa Rajagopal  In botany one day we learned about tylosis,the physiological process – a phenomenon, really-that protects the heartwood in treesa battalion of vessels barricading the decay so that darkness no longer enshrouds the wood…I sit at my desk,... - [Food For Thought](https://literaryyard.com/2020/02/01/food-for-thought/): By: Stephen Faulkner [The following is an audio transcription of transmissions to and from a fact finding mission to the test sight of a thermonuclear device on an undisclosed island in the Pacific Ocean].                                                                                         ATOLL EAST ONE, this is ATOLL... - ['In the shadowland' and other poems by RC deWinter](https://literaryyard.com/2020/02/01/in-the-shadowland-and-other-poems-by-rc-dewinter/): By: RC deWinter in the shadowland you stalk my dreams,an incubus in nothing but a loincloth,laughing softly as you chase medown unfamiliar pathsuntil, finally,you capture me, holding meby my wrists. i’m frightened but i don’t want to flee.i want to... - [Darling](https://literaryyard.com/2020/01/31/darling/): By: Michal Reiben I live with my grandparents in a poor area of London. My grandmother refuses to let me play with the children in the streets for she claims, “They are too rough.” In order to prevent me from... - [The Effects of Rising Sea Levels, Human Interference, Hurricanes and Genetic Malformation on the Sea Turtle Population](https://literaryyard.com/2020/01/31/the-effects-of-rising-sea-levels-human-interference-hurricanes-and-genetic-malformation-on-the-sea-turtle-population/): By: Miss Sasheera Mehrani Gounden Abstract This paper attempts to analyse the effects of rising sea levels, human interference, microbes found on beach sand, genetic mutations and Hurricane Irma and Harvey on the mortality rate of sea turtles as well... - [That Which I Am](https://literaryyard.com/2020/01/30/that-which-i-am/): By: Joan Carol Bird Peru The curator lingerson monastery steps—restoration renders fourfanciful touristsfortunate voyeursin this sixteenth-century cloister.Besides the hermitall life here is for the moment banished.Our monk ushers usfrom one macabre chamberto anotherlocking ghostly elements in placebehind us.Cedar wood reliefs... - [Isibambiso](https://literaryyard.com/2020/01/30/isibambiso/): By: Pat Spencer Security at our school was not good—no gates, alarms, or play yard monitors. Soweto could be a dangerous place for a child. Yet, the teachers didn’t care where we went or what we did once we left... - ['The Bridge' and other poems by David Francis](https://literaryyard.com/2020/01/30/the-bridge-and-other-poems-by-david-francis/): By: David Francis The Bridge You were the one step further, you were the bridgeyou led me out to blue sky from a ledge I called out to a friend along the wayand I confessed to him my sorrow-lay yet... - [A Father, a Flight, and a Love Unforgotten](https://literaryyard.com/2020/01/30/a-father-a-flight-and-a-love-unforgotten/): By Nolan Janssens      As the engine gurgles grow louder, Ron’s memories gush into the present. He can smell his son’s floral, sweet hair from when he used to rinse it in the bathtub. He can hear his wife’s heaving... - [A road](https://literaryyard.com/2020/01/29/a-road/): By: Diya Wadhwana Evoke the light withinWhich never got shone,Road to cross; without sinThat we all walk alone. Some plains to walk,Some highways to lift,Some valleys to blockYet pass them without drift, Vehicles might knock you down,Stay away; from them... - [Life After Cancer: Playing the DW Card](https://literaryyard.com/2020/01/29/life-after-cancer-playing-the-dw-card/): By: Glenn John Arnowitz I traded in my wife’s “cancer card” for a DW card, or “dead wife” card. Let me explain. In 2014, I shared Susan Guber’s irreverent piece in The New York Times, “Living with Cancer: Playing the... - [A Wedding, a Death and a Year of Living Alone](https://literaryyard.com/2020/01/29/a-wedding-a-death-and-a-year-of-living-alone/): By: Glenn John Arnowitz      As I slowly faded away on the couch with the T.V. blurring to white noise and Aurora’s, our 13-year-old Maltese, furry back arched against my leg, Sue whispered softly into my ear, “Why don’t you... - [Reconciliations](https://literaryyard.com/2020/01/29/reconciliations/): By: Gaither Stewart Max and Greta agreed that everyone needs two main dramas in their lives, one in their public life, and the other in their private space. Max said that his public drama as a well-known, politically committed journalist... - ['After reading and not understanding a word' and other poems by Kate LaDew](https://literaryyard.com/2020/01/28/after-reading-and-not-understanding-a-word-and-other-poems-by-kate-ladew/): By: Kate LaDew after reading and not understanding a word I hand the poem back, nodding, yes, yes, exactlyand it seems enoughas it has always been enough for meanother human voice saying yes, yes, that’s it exactly ### you talk... - [Fill ‘Er Up](https://literaryyard.com/2020/01/28/fill-er-up/): By Copper Rose See Ellen get up in the morning and go to the kitchen to make coffee? She is complaining that no one loves her. At least not in the way she would like to be loved. See her... - [Hospice](https://literaryyard.com/2020/01/28/hospice/): By: Ruth Z Deming She couldn’t quite remember but thought this was her sixth day without food and water. Lydia was the picture of passivity, a leaf blown hither and thither down the street. A nurse mopped her cracked lips... - [A Black Box](https://literaryyard.com/2020/01/28/a-black-box/): By Russ Bickerstaff It was a simple wooden box that had been painted black. That’s what he thought anyway. Wood. The thing was a one by one inch square box. Would’ve resembled a block of wood had it not been... - [Waiting For Flight 175](https://literaryyard.com/2020/01/28/waiting-for-flight-175/): By: Jim Bates A crowd of humanity surged through the concourse like a tidal river rushing down a coastal inlet. At gate 23 in the waiting area for flight 175 people settled themselves into the seats, leaving as much space... - [The Evanescence (or Late Calls, or Don’t make late calls)](https://literaryyard.com/2020/01/27/the-evanescence-or-late-calls-or-dont-make-late-calls/): By: Yearn Hong Choi My beloved auntie slipped out of my life since I made a call last timefrom America to Korea many years ago.When I tried to get in touch with her after a long while,I found she passed... - [My First Christmas](https://literaryyard.com/2020/01/27/my-first-christmas/): By Yearn Hong Choi My first Christmas in Bloomington, Indiana in 1968 was most unforgettable. Professor William J. Siffin, who created the Scholars of Comparative Administration Group (CAG) in the 1960s, invited me to his home on Christmas Eve. A... - [Morning Breath](https://literaryyard.com/2020/01/27/morning-breath/): By: Sterling Warner “Turn over, Jack.” “What?” “You’re snoring again!” “I wasn’t!” “You were—and I really need to get some rest before tomorrow.” Dutifully, Jack rolled over on his left side, looked out the doorway, but couldn’t fall back asleep.... - [Mac, Dickran, and The Kid](https://literaryyard.com/2020/01/26/mac-dickran-and-the-kid/): By Marco Etheridge For Malcolm John Rebennack, Jr And Dickran Gobalian ### I understand how you might know I was in town. What I’m curious about is how you knew which hotel I was staying at. You may be a... - [The Same Privacy](https://literaryyard.com/2020/01/26/the-same-privacy/): By: Phoebe Marrall These I saw: small onions laidwith their root discs punctuatingthe longitude poles. Polar caps,yes, navels to the earth wheretheir buried unions still hold. That space along the stalls,unpeopled on this damp morning,stops me (for it insists), with... - [The Replacement](https://literaryyard.com/2020/01/26/the-replacement/): By Mark Kodama I.             The owner of the decapitated head – his mouth frozen in a silent scream and eyes wide open in sheer terror – had seen its own death in the moment before it happened. If the... - ['Rose' and other poems by David Capps](https://literaryyard.com/2020/01/25/rose-and-other-poems-by-david-capps/): By: David Capps Rose A rose is like a flower:pretty, pretty and round.When terrible thingshappen, and dusk fliesapart, namelessly dark,it will still be around. ### Blip Irregularitywas made regularby regularity. Itregularly regulatesirregularity. Geeseflown into turbinesat night. The headSalome presentsat first... - [The Wooden Groom](https://literaryyard.com/2020/01/25/the-wooden-groom/): By Dennis Robleski Sid’s Jeep Gladiator slowly crept into the parking lot and he scanned nervously left and right, looking for her Toyota Prius. Satisfied that it wasn’t there, he parked and exited his car, crouched low and moved along... - [The Boy who missed Beatings](https://literaryyard.com/2020/01/22/the-boy-who-missed-beatings/): By Abhirup Dutta Praveen was known as the Boy Who Missed Beatings. He was a scrawny boy with naturally spiky hair and buck teeth, earning him several other names such as Scarecrow, Porcupine, Squirrel, Bhoot (ghost), Pisachi (ghoul), Cricket Bat... - ['Solitary confinement' and other poems by Grant Armstrong](https://literaryyard.com/2020/01/22/solitary-confinement-and-other-poems-by-grant-armstrong/): By: Grant M. Armstrong Solitary confinementYou can fake an orgasmBut I cannot even fake a smileI said I needed a breakBut not one in the leg I haven’t left the houseIn four daysUnder a self-imposed house arrest I take this... - [Last Day](https://literaryyard.com/2020/01/21/last-day/): By: Ashley Summerfield  There was always something magical about the last day of school before the summer holidays. I am sure you remember the sensation yourself. The bell would ring, and you and your friends would spill out of the... - [Freedom - poemlet from drawerling](https://literaryyard.com/2020/01/21/freedom-poemlet-from-drawerling/): By: Paweł Markiewicz the liberty is the golden bosoma freedom – a diamond-like leaflet-homean eagle needs also a bit libertyI want to live in the freedom-beauty the freedom – silvern periods dreamy birdsIt is furthermore star from rubiesthere are smaragdine... - [Isaiah, Berlin](https://literaryyard.com/2020/01/21/isaiah-berlin/): By: Itay Eisinger I didn’t knowWe would return to EuropeLike this:With the blissOf burgundy passportsAnd the abyssthe IsraeliPolitical griefHas left usWith.Where Id wasNow Berlin is.Where fascism was —Fascism was also firstTo leave.In Berlin, by a pub’s wallWe saw the anarchistmist... - [Red Sand](https://literaryyard.com/2020/01/21/red-sand/): By: Jordan Almond The wind moved one strand of hairAcross her face at a time.Grains of red sand fly over the earth,Flitting through the hot air.Vast. Ancient.She lay spread over the land eyes to the sky.Heart open.One grain of sand... - [Waiting](https://literaryyard.com/2020/01/21/waiting-3/): By: Bob Kalkreuter She lay on the floor beside the sofa, the old dog, white fur grizzled with yellow, drowsing where the window-heated sunlight spilled warm and familiar. Her breath came in rattles, like she was practicing for death. Maybe... - [THE BENCH- The Life of Things](https://literaryyard.com/2020/01/21/the-bench-the-life-of-things/): By Gaither Stewart In times past, the German sculptor, Paul Schatz, related his experience at the woodcarving school in Warmbrunn in north-east Germany where accomplished students were finally allowed to copy a statue. Schatz chose a medieval Mater Dolorosa. After... - ['i couldn't be your dream' and other poems by Linda Crate](https://literaryyard.com/2020/01/13/i-couldnt-be-your-dream-and-other-poems-by-linda-crate/): By: Linda M Crate i couldn’t be your dreamyou waltzed in,killing my dreams;insisting i be someonewho i wasn’tto fit your aesthetic ofwhat a woman should be— i refused,clinging stubbornly to the realityof me rather than yourill-conceived and selfish dream where... - [Fiction?](https://literaryyard.com/2020/01/08/fiction/): By: Bruce Levine Jason picked up his pencil for probably the hundredth time that day and put it back down every time. It wasn’t a case of writer’s block because each time he picked up his pencil he wrote something;... - [Bapu’s Ahimsa](https://literaryyard.com/2020/01/08/bapus-ahimsa/): By: Ram Govardhan “No country other than India, and no religion other than Hinduism could have produced a Gandhi.” This assertion, by a London newspaper, echoes the romantic view of the world that India was always a land of ahimsa.... - [Nuts and Dust](https://literaryyard.com/2020/01/08/nuts-and-dust/): By Charlotte Pregnolato Harry sits expectantly at the table. Lights are low, candles lit, and “Fool’s Rush In” by Elvis, still Harry’s favorite, plays softly. He smiles as he draws his napkin from under his fork and places it on... - [The goat woman of Mandi road](https://literaryyard.com/2020/01/07/the-goat-woman-of-mandi-road/): By Chitra Gopalakrishnan I stumble upon the goat woman in the ghost-grey rhythm of the August rain. This happens on the deserted Mandi road, near Juanapur village, a kilometer away from my home on the outskirts of New Delhi. I... - ['Silence at 1 AM' and other poems by Jim Brosnan](https://literaryyard.com/2020/01/07/silence-at-1-am-and-other-poems-by-jim-brosnan/): By: Jim Brosnan Silence at 1 AM Long aftersaying goodnight,I am adriftin sleeplessnessafter a tornadotouches downtwo counties eastof Hays, yet Iremember thatsmall Kansas townunder the glintof a crescent moon,the prairie cupgrassand silver bluestemat the roadsiderippling in a summernight under standsof black... - [Body Smell](https://literaryyard.com/2020/01/07/body-smell/): By: Sunil Sharma No longer could she stand—his body smell. Things suddenly got complicated that summer night. Sweating hard in the airless room, he wanted to have her body, the way the hungry want to grab a piece of meat.... - ["ANGELS" and other poems by Michael Stein](https://literaryyard.com/2019/12/20/angels-and-other-poems-by-michael-stein/): By: Michael Stein “ANGELS”The expanding cosmos,Divine syzygies speeding awayTo no one knows,Myriads of angels in play. The snowy misty cloudsOf tiny drops and drips,Each in concinnity conveyed their gods,Wee angels with fluttering wings. Of the gods of green,Cosmical hover on... - [Jesus Freak](https://literaryyard.com/2019/12/19/jesus-freak/): By: Stephen Faulkner Changing my belief system was quite a simple thing in my case. Jesus was a simple answer to a complex malaise, a muddying of the spirit, if you will forgive such a strange metaphor. In the beginning,... - [Lost and found](https://literaryyard.com/2019/12/19/lost-and-found-2/): By: Alan Berger He would have said how the fuck could they make a trumpet out of plastic and have come forth out of it with such beautiful sounds. Sounds like he heard his father play on his brass trumpet.... - [Travels with a Barbarian: Raglan Crag](https://literaryyard.com/2019/12/18/travels-with-a-barbarian-raglan-crag/): By: The Birch Twins reams of Raglan Crag, narrated by Lady Elina Greypepper No laughter sang around the fells No mothers there to nag No hunt, no dance, no brave or bold For they died at Raglan Crag She held... - [I as the being sui generis](https://literaryyard.com/2019/12/17/i-as-the-being-sui-generis/): By: Paweł Markiewicz I have just returned from a walk with my beloved hound on foot, which has a good heart, the tenderly shaped by Erlking dog’s heartlet. I’m feeling very well at home, as well as blissfully. I have a light... - [Journey to Islam—the Story of an American Revert](https://literaryyard.com/2019/12/17/journey-to-islam-the-story-of-an-american-revert/): By: Camille Paldi It was the spring of 2008 and I had recently qualified as a lawyer in New South Wales, Australia, after having completed an LL.M. in International Law at the University of Sydney, a Juris Doctor in Law... - [Five Golden Birds](https://literaryyard.com/2019/12/16/five-golden-birds/): By: E.R. LeVar Ruby ran a clump of Caroline’s pale hair through her hands, feeling for the knots and mats before taking a brush to it. She was gentle, as gentle as could be.  “Ow!” “Sorry. Your hair’s too knotty.... - ['Resignation' and other poems by Mark Tulin](https://literaryyard.com/2019/12/16/resignation-and-other-poems-by-mark-tulin/): By: Mark Tulin Resignation Don’t worry about me.I’ve wasted too much timeinvesting in your company,making your profits,building your dream house,watching the shares of your stocks risewhile you get a new Mercedes every year. I don’t want your money.I like myself... - [Winter rain in my muse-like homeland](https://literaryyard.com/2019/12/14/winter-rain-in-my-muse-like-homeland/): By: Paweł Markiewicz Poland the eyesome fay at the crack of dawn in winteris weepingthe winter rain in the form of magnificent teardrops is dropping downit is to be mesmerized in glaciated dreams of musesthe shepherd boy hears the falling... - [Suicide Bluff](https://literaryyard.com/2019/12/14/suicide-bluff/): By: Thomas Fitzgerald McCarthy A heavy fog cloaked most of Verdando Mountain in the winter. From a distance, it was thick and glassy, and the few houses in the valley below looked like little more than particles of residue trapped... - [Freddie](https://literaryyard.com/2019/12/12/freddie/): By: Jim Bates Early in June that summer I took two weeks off work and my friend Bobby and I hitched-hiked to Denver to a concert at Mile High Stadium. We saw Jimi Hendrix and had an unforgettable time. It... - [The Dance](https://literaryyard.com/2019/12/11/the-dance/): By: Benjamin Ashton An aroma of brown sugar and ground beef lingered in the kitchen as it had every Meat Loaf Monday in recent memory. Jill, slightly up on her toes, was rinsing dishes to be placed in the dishwasher.... - ['During the Q&A, She Says That Climate Change Doesn’t Affect Earthquakes' and other poems by Ron Riekki](https://literaryyard.com/2019/12/11/during-the-qa-she-says-that-climate-change-doesnt-affect-earthquakes-and-other-poems-by-ron-riekki/): By: Ron Riekki During the Q&A, She Says That Climate Change Doesn’t Affect Earthquakes and she says this pretty confidently,almost angrily,and a bit like I’m stupid.I’m not really sure why there’d be anger. At another talk, I said that prisons... - [Bluebird](https://literaryyard.com/2019/12/11/bluebird/): By: Mitchel Montagna O’Casey had Buffalo Springfield’s Retrospective on eight-track. The song “Bluebird” ran for fourteen and a half minutes, long enough so that it skipped from track to track. In the middle of an extensive guitar jam, the music... - [Discovery](https://literaryyard.com/2019/12/11/discovery/): By: Steve Carr See the boy sitting in the pew across the aisle? He’s no older than six. Being dressed in a black suit that is two sizes too large for his small frame does nothing to quell his energy.... - [To the far land](https://literaryyard.com/2019/12/11/to-the-far-land/): By: Andrea Myinga We do an epic march to the far land, that’s us in me.Singing songs of warriors towards the unknown enemyThe pitch is high enough to reach the next generationAnd danced to by the dead, who lie down... - [Poem: A temple in the clouds](https://literaryyard.com/2019/12/10/poem-a-temple-in-the-clouds/): By: Onkar Sharma Ever seen or imagined a temple in the clouds? Ever seen a shrine sans the unholy crowds? It was white as snow It was majestic as doe Its slender marble dome stood tall and went very high... - [Awakening in Unraveling](https://literaryyard.com/2019/12/10/awakening-in-unraveling/): By: Natasha Navarra Days forced to be forgotten flood back from the crevasse of my brain, peeking through like burning sunlight through the half-open shades of the window of memory. Some of the recollections of the past are merely silent... - ['Good Game' and other poems by Amit Pandya](https://literaryyard.com/2019/12/06/good-game-and-other-poems-by-amit-pandya/): By: Amit Pandya Good Game we started at sixchasing tag on the playground,euphoria and bliss,life never felt so good. now we’ve grown, or so we thought.us teenagers are never wrong.shouting, kicking, screamingyou wouldn’t do that if you are wrong. the... - [The Lego House](https://literaryyard.com/2019/12/06/the-lego-house/): By: Nadia Benjelloun Kneeling on my knees, my cheeks boiling red from the discomfort of the heat, and with sweat trickling down my back, I put on the finishing touches to the Lego house. When I finish, I stand up... - [House Hunting](https://literaryyard.com/2019/12/02/house-hunting/): By Brigitte Whiting Saturday mornings, Eve and Jim shopped for houses. They’d driven since early morning following the map she’d marked with sticky tabs. Each had been a no, again. Some were too perfect, uninviting. Others, plain, functional as they... - [Coming Home](https://literaryyard.com/2019/12/02/coming-home/): By: Bob Kalkreuter It was almost midnight when they drove through town. The wet asphalt glistened red, then green in the moonless wash of the traffic light. Above, rain-swollen clouds roiled and grumbled like an upset stomach. Paul drove while... - ['Recognition' and other poems by Josie Rozell](https://literaryyard.com/2019/12/02/recognition-and-other-poems-by-josie-rozell/): By: Josie Rozell Recognition Nothing fancierthan the sound of your own blood.Take your handand touch yourself; go on— what you feelis your own skin; the kin you bearday after day.Look at it. A million shades of sunin every corner. That... - [Poem: Whiskers and whispers](https://literaryyard.com/2019/11/30/poem-whiskers-and-whispers/): By: Alan Berger My little babyMy little dearYou’ve lost so much weightSoon you’ll disappearWe been together for so longYet it seems like only yesterdayWe both were bornYou can’t feel anything except my kissesYou can’t hear a thing no moreExcept my... - [Janet’s fantasy](https://literaryyard.com/2019/11/30/janets-fantasy/): By: Eric Burbridge She excused herself from a boring conversation with Percy. Nature called. Would she return? No. Did she care how he felt? No. For several weeks, she stalked the man of her dreams at Carmen’s Place city employees... - [Just wondering](https://literaryyard.com/2019/11/30/just-wondering/): By: Alan Berger I WONDER WHAT STEPS SHE TOOK TODAYWas I in her thoughts?Was I in her way?I wonder who she spoke to todayDid she speak of me?If I had to guess I would have to say nay The one... - [Bed & No Breakfast](https://literaryyard.com/2019/11/30/bed-no-breakfast/): By Alan Berger Which is worse? Living in a shit neighborhood with great neighbors? Or living in a great neighborhood with shit neighbors? This was the riddle that was driving William Hollister nuts. For him it was the latter with... - [What You Don't See](https://literaryyard.com/2019/11/30/what-you-dont-see/): By: Jon Knox Casually, but impeccably dressed, Gina pulls her new BMW into the parking lot of Houston’s most respected preschool, and emerges with her three-year-old daughter, Mandy. After goodbye hugs, kisses and a brief chat with other moms, Gina... - [UNIVERSITY WITS – transitory playwrights who set preclude to realistic literature in Elizabethan age](https://literaryyard.com/2019/11/27/university-wits-transitory-playwrights-who-set-preclude-to-realistic-literature-in-elizabethan-age/): By: Aniruddh Shastree Abstract: ‘University Wits’ is a title given to a group of writers of the late 16th Century England by a 19th Century Scholar named George Saintsbury. These writers were educated either from Oxford or Cambridge Universities and... - [My Dreaded Hip Replacement Surgery](https://literaryyard.com/2019/11/27/my-dreaded-hip-replacement-surgery/): By: Eliza Mimski Five years ago, before I had hip replacement surgery at age 66, my hip had gotten so funky that I could only walk with crutches. Sometimes it was so bad that I had to climb two flights... - ['Making a heart' and other poems by Fabrice B. 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Regular readers of the chronicles of my accounts with the barbarian will recall that Skarr and I, having traveled to her homeland in the Jerraldor mountains to see the wailing wall and the... - [Forgetting Simple](https://literaryyard.com/2019/11/26/forgetting-simple/): By: Andrew Campbell I had always thought of myself as one who wasn’t tied down or dependent on anything, but as I sat in the driver seat of a lifeless semi-truck, I came to realize that I wasn’t as free... - [Jenny’s Language](https://literaryyard.com/2019/11/26/jennys-language/): By: Bruce Levine Jenny spoke. It was a language only she understood because she’d made it up herself. Actually she wasn’t the only one who understood it, her dog, an Australian Shepherd named Daisy, seemed to understand her as well... - [Sinclair Sherrill Goes To War](https://literaryyard.com/2019/11/25/sinclair-sherrill-goes-to-war/): By: Gaither Stewart Cane spears, rat poison, BB guns, M191 8A2 machine guns. Such were the moments of Sinclair Sherrill’s life. His mother told reporters that she always knew it would end in tragedy. Though we grew up on the... - [Dirty Hands](https://literaryyard.com/2019/11/25/dirty-hands/): By Gaither Stewart “You should therefore know that there are two ways to fight: one while abiding by the rules, the other by using force. The first approach is unique to Man; the second is that of beasts. But because... - ['the fizz of the neon' and other poems by Henry Bladon](https://literaryyard.com/2019/11/24/the-fizz-of-the-neon-and-other-poems-by-henry-bladon/): By: Henry Bladon the fizz of the neon How did I end up here alone with the fizz of the neon? The city is rotten, ruined with the smell of haste. Mankind is only pretend, formed by accident and kept... - [Three Poems by Chinese Poet Yuan Hongri](https://literaryyard.com/2019/11/21/three-poems-by-chinese-poet-yuan-hongri-2/): By Chinese Poet Yuan HongriTranslated by Yuanbing zhang Another Me From Heavens If blue is namely white and black is namely red and gold is transparent as crystal and light makes the soul smile forgetting the sun, moon and stars... - [A poem by Oliver Baer](https://literaryyard.com/2019/11/21/a-poem-by-oliver-baer/): By: Oliver Baer 89. I’m out of place The unseen guides me to the house of the heart It’s filled with life Yet I hear its beat as if buried Under the floorboards in the ground Its call eludes me... - [Review: 'Toward a Peeping Sunrise' - a poetry collection](https://literaryyard.com/2019/11/20/review-toward-a-peeping-sunrise-a-poetry-collection/): By: Carol Smallwood Carole Mertz, author, poet, and editor, has had works published in literary journals, U.S., Canada, Great Britain, and Africa. She is a Book Review Editor for Dreamers Creative Writing; reader of prose and poetry for Mom Egg... - ['Aschenbach' and other poems by Ioana Cosma](https://literaryyard.com/2019/11/20/aschenbach-and-other-poems-by-ioana-cosma/): By: Ioana Cosma Aschenbach Loving what’s beautiful is What is left of the soul’s journey If it were to escape relativity if It were to recant the evil done To others and to oneself It would decline the cup offered... - ['Deracinating Memories' and other poems by Mary Bone](https://literaryyard.com/2019/11/20/deracinating-memories-and-other-poems-by-mary-bone/): By: Mary Bone Deracinating Memories Dusting furniture in every room where dust mites could gather, sweeping away fragments from a lifetime of dust clogging pores. Memories deracinate to another time, as I open windows letting in the sunlight. ### Winter... - [Lydia Graham](https://literaryyard.com/2019/11/19/lydia-graham/): By Dan O’Neill Lydia Graham, the most prominent critic, social commentator and sexual adventuress of the 1970s,was actually born in Helena, Montana as Mary Quinn. She chose her first name from the song “Lydia The Tattooed Lady” from the Marx... - [The Middle Way](https://literaryyard.com/2019/11/19/the-middle-way/): By: Raymond Greiner Our geographic location relates to life’s functions, goals and achievements. Societal formats incarnate separately defined by homogeneous identity in pursuit of fundamental purpose and communal progression. Historic social advances are most notable in Earth’s middle latitudes. It’s... - [What the Ant Said](https://literaryyard.com/2019/11/18/what-the-ant-said/): By: Alimson Esther I am tired of humans so I walk away, resting my feet on sincere grass. I crouch like a baby afraid of the womb. My fingers brush away the liquid that pools at my eyes. ‘Did it... - [Forgiveness](https://literaryyard.com/2019/11/18/forgiveness/): By: Jack Coey Judson walked by the funeral parlor and read the sign: Foley Funeral Parlor: Cremations & Burials. He was in his seventies and alone in the world. He’d left Laura and his son in his early fifties for a waitress... - [The Sweeper](https://literaryyard.com/2019/11/12/the-sweeper/): 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 days sweeping the sidewalks of the little town... - [Dorothy’s Goddamn Diamonds](https://literaryyard.com/2019/11/10/dorothys-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 beauty by anyone’s standards, at eighteen she married... - [Lucini](https://literaryyard.com/2019/11/10/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 which to enjoy a new life, free of... - [Salem Saratoga Sadness](https://literaryyard.com/2019/11/07/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. Things that you’d take for granted. Years later,... - [The Crow and the Shotgun](https://literaryyard.com/2019/11/07/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 descended like an eerie curtain closing at dusk.... - [A Storm’s Waltz](https://literaryyard.com/2019/11/07/a-storms-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 was followed by the sound of windows breaking;... - [Poems, Tanka & Haiku by R.K. Singh](https://literaryyard.com/2019/11/06/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 bleeding etc failure to stay focused and dying... - [Marjorie Aflame](https://literaryyard.com/2019/11/06/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 New York, near the small town of Potsdam.... - ['Aerial Perch' and other poems by Cynthia Pitman](https://literaryyard.com/2019/11/06/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 from the soles of my feet. My snaking... - [Ghost Town: A Memoir](https://literaryyard.com/2019/11/06/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 beside me at the funeral. He was sweating wildly.... - ['Propaganda' and other poems by Ken W. Simpson](https://literaryyard.com/2019/11/05/propaganda-and-other-poems-by-ken-w-simpson/): By: Ken W. Simpson Propaganda The logic of insanity insulated from reality by barricades of deception. God An extensive probe by NASA has failed to discover any sign of heaven in our galaxy or beyond where it may have got... - ['Muse' and other poems by Adam Kluger](https://literaryyard.com/2019/11/05/muse-and-other-poems-by-adam-kluger/): By: Adam Kluger Muse The instant coffee was tolerable. Bizzy Palaster nodded his head to Iggy Pop and sharpened his pencil. A scan of the messy London flat suggested the night before had been somewhat memorable as the floor was... - [Poem: Ocean of Sorrow](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/15/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 eaten My body is being torn apart But... - [A Time To Rejoice](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/13/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 concrete block wall, caked with dozens of coats... - [The Refugee](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/13/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 night. The men moved quickly and silently against... - ['God is Ourselves after Waking up' and other poems by Chinese Poet Yuan Hongri](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/13/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 truth of all things as if you can’t... - [The Wind Should Chase the Clouds Away](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/12/the-wind-should-chase-the-clouds-away/): By: Ana Vidosavljevic Lizzie, the Wind, was very fidgety waiting for the Clouds to appear. All of them were late. Mrs. Peterson was obviously angry and even though Lizzie was right on time as well as all the others, Birds,... - [Stranger on the Line, by The Birch Twins.](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/12/stranger-on-the-line-by-the-birch-twins/): By The Birch Twins “A parade tomorrow to mark the end of the Falklands war will go ahead despite threats from the IRA, Mrs. Thatcher said today…” “Do you want this news on, Love? How were that tea?” “Nice, Val.... - [Poem: Weeping Marvels](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/12/poem-weeping-marvels/): By: Courtney C. You were children once… You looked for magic in bottles and dreams you could touch… You waited for fairy tales to unfold, drinking them in as if they were water… You reached up, grasping at things you... - [Poem: Life is what, I know not](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/12/poem-life-is-what-i-know-not/): By: Anupama Mishra Life is what, I know not a search or a wandering loneliness or gathering dream is what I know not a fantasy or imagination a truth or a wonder success is what I know not the curse... - [Poem: Dirty Laundry](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/12/poem-dirty-laundry/): By: Amy Robles I am a blanket hugging you while you cry. I keep you warm, and tell you it’ll be alright. I sleep next to you and keep you in my arms from sunset to sunrise, providing comfort on... - [Poem: Fleeting Fantasy](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/12/poem-fleeting-fantasy/): By: Adriene Im Looking outside the eyes of my house, life just seemed too short and too bright. It was the sort of story swimming with glories I would find in books that line my shelves. I thought opening a... - ['The Water Broke' and other poems by Mark Tulin](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/12/the-water-broke-and-other-poems-by-mark-tulin/): By: Mark Tulin The Water Broke My wife’s water broke  into a thousand tiny pieces, soaking the maternity bed.   She apologized to the nurse for the mess she made and offered to clean it up and change the sheets. ... - [Poem: Caged](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/12/poem-caged/): By: Chi Nwanze As I sit silently, stuck in this place, I sadly begin to realize I have no escape. I am left with nothing, not even my name. Here, I am just a number. I can’t help but wonder... - ['Rain Rising' and other poems by Allen Serrano](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/10/rain-rising-and-other-poems-by-allen-serrano/): By: Allen Serrano Rain Rising The hubris we have accumulated from up high opened the gates. Descending dangerously like a barrage of miniscule arrows, we only had one destination, no matter how long it took. I was caught up in... - ['Mostly it's pigeons' and other poems by DS Maolalai](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/10/mostly-its-pigeons-and-other-poems-by-ds-maolalai/): By: DS Maolalai Mostly it’s pigeons. it was one of those days which get wet without raining – something fallen overnight, perhaps, without ever coming warm enough to clear. the city like a basement apartment with pipe problems, and everyone... - [My Brother's Ghost](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/10/my-brothers-ghost/): By Mark Kodama Although my brother and I were born a year and half apart, we were often mistaken for brothers. We grew in a small village, near the island city of Hiroshima, divided by the River Ota. Hiroshima, the... - ['Book of the face' and other poems by Victor Azubike](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/08/book-of-the-face-and-other-poems-by-victor-azubike/): By: Victor Azubike Book of the face Book of the face Hook Of the first chapter Albums Selfies Year book Of college years Phases Vignettes Montages Of scenic landscapes Of places visited Cafes Malls Airport lounges Stratospheres Up close Portraits... - [Poem: Submission](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/08/poem-submission/): By: Sobia Ali Insects live in crevices of an old wall A lizard also lives in a crevice Of the same wall The insects know about the lizard Lizard’ s intentions are well known Then what keeps the insects From... - ['Snow Shade' and other poems by Brooks Robards](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/07/snow-shade-and-other-poems-by-brooks-robards/): By: Brooks Robards SNOW SHADE White shadows, the draff of snowfalls long banished by spring’s brew, linger on the lee side of fence posts piñons, junipers, all objects fit to stand before the sun. Not enough to green plant life... - [Box Set for the Rolling Stones](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/07/box-set-for-the-rolling-stones/): By: Michael Mintrom If Joseph Cornell had been inspired by the Rolling Stones Box 1: ‘Time is On My Side’ Welcome to our small Shakespearian stage. Time Magazine covers hang on a wall: Marilyn Monroe, Elvis, JFK. Golden ropes pull back... - [I love you the way...](https://literaryyard.com/2019/04/29/i-love-you-the-way/): By: Riley O’Brien You simple boy, you inspire me to write. I love the way you look, talk and inspire, Invading my mind day and through the night, Always dreaming about my stupid desire. Let me compare you to an... - [Poem: My love for you](https://literaryyard.com/2019/04/29/poem-my-love-for-you/): By: Emily Flores Looking back I realized how badly you needed me But I can never go back now that you’re gone You’ve loved me more than Kanye loves Kanye I never saw how much you wanted to cease to... - [Each and Every](https://literaryyard.com/2019/04/25/each-and-every/): By Alan Berger Each and every day is a nightmare screamEach and every night is a high fidelity day dreamEvery hour goes by like a minuteEvery thought I think does not leave before I spin itEternity will for me never... - [General Relativity and Quantum Mechanics](https://literaryyard.com/2019/04/25/general-relativity-and-quantum-mechanics/): By: Barbara Gail Montero General relativity a world of gently curved spacetime a seamlessly woven fabric warped by the massive objects that set our spiral galaxy in motion its articulation is legato its purview, the large, the stately, the sublime... - ['Post-rotary Lullabye' and other poems by Steven Fortune](https://literaryyard.com/2019/04/25/post-rotary-lullabye-and-other-poems-by-steven-fortune/): By: Steven Fortune POST-ROTARY LULLABYE Silly but innocuous maybe even obvious of me to tell her blue was my choice colour of cat (Those overcast days of moist sidewalks and teal sky saliva vivify the whimsy in me) It made... - ['Eliminating myself' and other poems by Linda M Crate](https://literaryyard.com/2019/04/24/eliminating-myself-and-other-poems-by-linda-m-crate/): By: Linda M Crate eliminating myself i know this is about you not me, but i cannot pretend it doesn’t hurt; to know i care about someone who doesn’t care about me is painful to know i’m a choice not... - ['Another Season' and other poems by Fabrice B. Poussin](https://literaryyard.com/2019/04/24/another-season-and-other-poems-by-fabrice-b-poussin/): By: Fabrice B. Poussin Another Season Helping the horses along with the plow, he walks, boasting tan lines of one who never bathes in the sun, the eyes in a fight to keep the salty tears at bay. It will... - [Escape - a story by Ruth Deming](https://literaryyard.com/2019/04/23/escape-a-story-by-ruth-deming/): By Ruth Z. Deming They were a family on Facebook. His wife, Charlene, shared all the details of their lives, including what the children were doing, the two dogs with their pink tongues panting, and if he had stopped snoring... - [Don't Do It Again!](https://literaryyard.com/2019/04/23/dont-do-it-again/): By William T. Hathaway Silver spoon into the powder. Chop a line on the mirror. Deep breathing through the straw. Suck it in … sock it to my septum. Dazzle me. Yes! That’s it, feel the power of the powder.... - [Michelangelo: Painter and Poet](https://literaryyard.com/2019/04/23/michelangelo-painter-and-poet/): By Michael Lee Johnson Michelangelo with steel balls and a wire brush wishing he was wearing motorcycle leathers, going wild and crazy, stares cross-eyed at the Sistine Chapel ceiling- nose touching moist paint, body stretch out on a plank, bones... - ['Rose Petals in a Dark Room' and other poems by Michael Lee Johnson](https://literaryyard.com/2019/04/23/rose-petals-in-a-dark-room-and-other-poems-by-michael-lee-johnson/): By Michael Lee Johnson Rose Petals in a Dark Room I walk through this poem one step at a time. I walk in a mastery of this night and light my money changers walk behind me they’re fools like clowns... - [Hurricane](https://literaryyard.com/2019/04/23/hurricane/): By: Coleman Bomar I first met Hurricane at 3 a.m. on a Sunday. Someone knocked, cried through the door “this is Hurricane” then left. After rolling out of bed, I opened to a small shaking cage with a note that... - [The Old Man](https://literaryyard.com/2019/04/22/the-old-man/): By Mark Kodama I waited for no one in particular at the Sunshine Home for Assisted Living. The little time I have left is slipping away like grains of sand in an hour glass. And yet I have all the... - [Cogs](https://literaryyard.com/2019/04/16/cogs/): By: Hayden Hart For eight hours per day, five days a week, for around two-hundred and sixty days per year, I generated spreadsheets for AutoFlash, the third largest Jeep auto parts distributer on the east coast. Every day I walked... - [Mowgli’s Mother](https://literaryyard.com/2019/04/16/mowglis-mother/): By: Mehreen Ahmed “What a strange name? Mowgli’s mother,” Brenda Braidy said. “Yes, very strange, ” said her friend Frieda Jane. “But do you know what?” Brenda asked. “What?” “What’s even stranger, is that no one really knows, who she... - ['The Betrayal' and other poems by Rex Chilcote](https://literaryyard.com/2019/04/16/the-betrayal-and-other-poems-by-rex-chilcote/): By: Rex Chilcote The Betrayal It is inevitable that life will betray you. The betrayal is as certain as the rising and setting sun. There are many types of betrayal: There is the physical; as time goes on the decomposition... - ['I Am Running Out of Places to Clean' and other poems by Aashika Suresh](https://literaryyard.com/2019/04/12/i-am-running-out-of-places-to-clean-and-other-poems-by-aashika-suresh/): By: Aashika Suresh I Am Running Out of Places to Clean My cupboard is arranged by pants, shorts, skirts, shirts, tees, formal wear, semi-formal wear, informal wear, indoor, outdoor, forest, beach, blues, blacks (mostly), whites and the rainbow. My bedside... - [Poems: 'Room and Heart' n 'Dawn'](https://literaryyard.com/2019/04/12/poems-room-and-heart-n-dawn/): By: Hardeep Sabharwal Room and Heart While vacating a room Someone who goes Covers all the necessary things And leaves Waste things Scattered here and there In the room, In the same way When someone goes out of the heart... - ['The Blind Storm' and other poems by Yan Yin Phoi](https://literaryyard.com/2019/04/11/the-blind-storm-and-other-poems-by-yan-yin-phoi/): By: Yan Yin Phoi The Blind Storm You hear it before you see The skies morph into darkness. Its roar cracks through your soul. Plop plop plop. They fall heavy, swift, as expected. People run and rush for shelter. They... - [Poems: 'Compare and contrast' n 'I dare you'](https://literaryyard.com/2019/04/11/poems-compare-and-contrast-n-i-dare-you/): By: Kashiana Singh Compare and contrast She lived a flower arrangement routine Details, twines, pin holder perfection I box flowers in confused bursts tiger lily’s unabashedly preen peony’s skip in affection embarrassing edges wilt with thirst   She taught with... - [Poem: To Wake](https://literaryyard.com/2019/04/11/poem-to-wake/): By: Harrison Abbott To wake, so many times under the canopy of non-sleep; Dreams held in bizarre crossroads, lashed piers, burnt woodlands, Wherein the clowns reside and horsebacked men tap their pistols. Dreams rocked by ladies’ words from their reptile... - [Story: A poem](https://literaryyard.com/2019/04/08/story-a-poem/): By: Vivek Nath Mishra When I was fifteen, I fell in love with a girl named Shashi and started writing poems for her. She had boy-cut hairstyle and she wore round glasses, large to her face. I sneaked glances at... - [Sundays At The Gangster’s Mansion](https://literaryyard.com/2019/04/08/sundays-at-the-gangsters-mansion/): By: Tamra Scott-Hunt Nearly every Sunday in 1993, I had dinner at a mafia boss’s mansion. I was friends with a bona fide gangster — the real deal. I’ll call him “Jay” so as not to ruffle any feathers. Though... - ['Memorize' and other poems by Emily Jukich](https://literaryyard.com/2019/04/05/memorize-and-other-poems-by-emily-jukich/): By: Emily Jukich Memorize I want to run my fingers down your chest like a reader following the lines on a page Scanning over the braille of your skin I need to be able to see you in the dark... - [Lady of the rain](https://literaryyard.com/2019/04/05/lady-of-the-rain/): By: Kat Devitt Rain fell in sheets as Patience watched and wanted the world. Droplets tapped against the window in taunt. Tap, tap, tap. Each droplet told of lands seen from their heights as they fell on her quiet home... - ['Enter At Your Own Peril' and other poems by David I Mayerhoff](https://literaryyard.com/2019/04/05/enter-at-your-own-peril-and-other-poems-by-david-i-mayerhoff/): By: David I Mayerhoff Enter At Your Own Peril Life’s warning signs Everywhere to be seen Except for those Who choose not to look Danger lurks all around In all forms Waiting to pounce On those not willing to sacrifice... - ['From the long room' and other poems by Ted Mc Carthy](https://literaryyard.com/2019/04/04/from-the-long-room-and-other-poems-by-ted-mc-carthy/): By: Ted Mc Carthy FROM THE LONG ROOM The First Fruit The first fruit is the fruit of dreaming. A layer of day peeled and held up to the light: three girls pose by a distant mountain wall, the sea... - [Tughluq’s Sultanpur in Dandakaranya](https://literaryyard.com/2019/04/03/tughluqs-sultanpur-in-dandakaranya/): By: Ram Govardhan A year before Emperor Ghiyasuddin of Sultanate of Delhi commanded his son and Chief General Muhammad bin Tughluq, then known as Ulugh Khan, to steer the imperial forces to teach a ‘mortal lesson’ to Prataparudra Deva II... - [Poem: Nowhere, Man](https://literaryyard.com/2019/04/03/poem-nowhere-man/): By: Derek Harmening On the last day of my twenties A soft snow fell. Quietly, almost apologetically, As though embarrassed at having burdened us all With the memory Of winter. It hugged the narrow sidewalk like a fitted sheet, Covering... - [Poem: Multi-faceted](https://literaryyard.com/2019/04/03/poem-multi-faceted/): By: Monika Reddy If she is beautiful, she got corrupted. If she is ugly, she is a bitch. If she is lean, not more than a broom stick. If she is stout, she will be an everlasting spinster. If she... - [Poem: We Better Start Now](https://literaryyard.com/2019/04/03/poem-we-better-start-now/): By: Mark Kodama We may believe but do not know If God is Christian, Muslim or Jew, Or if He exists only in our minds. Given the paucity of our knowledge, Why not give each other the benefit of the... - ['A dime' and other poems by Milt Montague](https://literaryyard.com/2019/04/02/a-dime-and-other-poems-by-milt-montague/): By: Milt Montague A Dime When I was a young lad   Ten cents had some valueA dime could buy a cup of joe And a doughnut or two                       ... - [Skin not sweater, ontology or epistemology? [7+]](https://literaryyard.com/2019/04/02/skin-not-sweater-ontology-or-epistemology-7/): By: Gerard Sarnat Kafka Joylessly Metamorphed “Oy, you know the very best predictor of your future is the past,” pontificated the pachyderm matriarch gazing at her trunk in a pond. Hugely wrong, thunk this undulating pollywog… Back when before elephant... - [Howdy Neighbor!](https://literaryyard.com/2019/04/02/howdy-neighbor/): By: Alan Berger We met on line, not online. We were waiting in our cars to get into the garage in the building we both live in, and the car in front of her is on a phone call when... - [Poems: 'Meeting' n 'Eye'](https://literaryyard.com/2019/03/29/poems-meeting-n-eye/): By: Aakriti Kuntal Meeting What is it there? There– on that eloping side of the lip? where the rivers seem to be conspiring and a puddle exists in patience, awaiting its arrival into the present Your face is slowly fading... - [The time the doorknob broke](https://literaryyard.com/2019/03/28/the-time-the-doorknob-broke/): By Austin J. Dalton By 5PM, New Year’s Eve fireworks were already driving the dogs in the neighborhood insane. As often happens when he had time to himself, Johnny gradually found himself feeling more and more perturbed as he sat... - [Lobotomy](https://literaryyard.com/2019/03/28/lobotomy/): By: Michal Reibenbach I noticed a school girlfriend of mine was walking behind her parents on the other side of the road to us. Her head was wrapped up in an enormous bandage and I thought to myself, ‘That’s why... - ['The Tempered Flame' and two more poems by David Francis](https://literaryyard.com/2019/03/27/the-tempered-flame-and-two-more-poems-by-david-francis/): By: David Francis The Tempered Flame Only you know me only you have analyzed me only you have suffered with me know my pros and cons others have dipped slender ankles in the pool others have flashed thinned silver like... - [Poem: Creator](https://literaryyard.com/2019/03/27/poem-creator/): By: Mythili Nagarajan Refined It defines. Crude It shreds. Spoken It breeds. Unspoken It creeds. Powerful In nature Power If nurture. Be it Nor it be – Been to Mean. Sensed – Is the Essence That is Dense In and... - [Poem: Kengeri Station](https://literaryyard.com/2019/03/26/poem-kengeri-station/): By: Priya Anand Eerie and deserted,  dimly lit with neon lights flickering  Something rustles in the corner where darkness pools and gathers malaise that rustles and ripples A cockroach scurries across And disappears beneath a cracked concrete pillar desecrated by ... - ['Schadenfreude' and other poems by JayM](https://literaryyard.com/2019/03/25/schadenfreude-and-other-poems-by-jaym/): By: JayM Schadenfreude: Without Cruelty, where would the circus be… For humanity to seek, The magnanimity of mercy under, The crack of the whip; The collectives’ fervent desire To be entertained… Callousness a Desideratum, For a peccable quickening Of the... - ['Perhaps' and other poems by Lazaro Gutierrez](https://literaryyard.com/2019/03/25/perhaps-and-other-poems-by-lazaro-gutierrez/): By: Lazaro Gutierrez perhaps for my one true love, she bought me roses —red velvet wine, like the ones that I buy her every valentine’s. * the day that I die i hope i’m reborn, perhaps not in flesh perhaps... - ['Beyond' and other poems by Alison McBain](https://literaryyard.com/2019/03/25/beyond-and-other-poems-by-alison-mcbain/): By: Alison McBain BEYOND a point in time indicates finish period to a sentence finite space stopped by boundaries, contained but what if a point in time is simply continuation? beyond the ellipsis of the written word beyond grammar and... - ['Angel' and other poems by Khalilah Okeke](https://literaryyard.com/2019/03/25/angel-and-other-poems-by-khalilah-okeke/): By: Khalilah Okeke Angel Her eyes are celestine crystals. Healing through their watchful gaze. I thread them like beads to wear around my neck so I can see. Her song a scribbled scroll tongue lapping waves— words passing like frosted... - [Till We Part with Death](https://literaryyard.com/2019/03/24/till-we-part-with-death/): By: Selena L. Martinez “I’m tired, mommy,” I said. My eyes were fluttering shut as the night and snow surrounded us in the quiet of my room. My mother said nothing and put her hand up to my forehead, worry... - ['I fear you'll hate me' and other poems by Linda Crate](https://literaryyard.com/2019/03/24/i-fear-youll-hate-me-and-other-poems-by-linda-crate/): By: Linda M Crate i fear you’ll hate me maybe the reason i thought you could hate me is sometimes i hate myself, and i cannot blame you if you don’t like the darkness in me; i try to make... - [Our Winning Season](https://literaryyard.com/2019/03/22/our-winning-season/): By Mark Kodama 1 The nice thing about a small town is that its people always take care of you. So when my big brother Pete was injured in the football game, he did not have to worry. God is... - [Poem: Breath](https://literaryyard.com/2019/03/22/poem-breath/): By: Aruna Subramanian Chirps of the little birdsWhispers in my deep slumber…Alluring aroma filling upAwakens my senses…Such a pleasant morningI open the balcony door.Cosmopolitan criesstrike in reality..I get on the rush wheelscarrying a backpacksearching my lifestruck overwhelmingon the endless lines... - [Tao: To Rationalize My Poetry (Ghazal)](https://literaryyard.com/2019/03/22/tao-to-rationalize-my-poetry-ghazal/): By: Carl “Papa” Palmer seeing a squared up column of lower case clauses is how to recognize my poetry scoffing capitalizations and poor punctuation are allowed to liberalize my poetry finding my meter improvised, alliteration ill advised, deemed as duly... - [Poem: Misstep](https://literaryyard.com/2019/03/22/poem-misstep/): By: Carl “Papa” Palmer Happy with myself the first time in years, able to look folks in the face unashamed, knowing another day has been conquered. My friends, my family, all proud of me, of how my life is finally... - [Poem: Through the Window](https://literaryyard.com/2019/03/22/poem-through-the-window/): By: Emily Ruggieri I’m driving away The day is new, the sun kisses my cheek through the glass Warm like the touch of the hand that cares, do you care Feelings are there, feelings I’m afraid to share Feelings that... - [Poem: Unintentional Destination](https://literaryyard.com/2019/03/20/poem-unintentional-destination/): By Susi Bocks this determined path sometimes leads to places of not wanting to be staying stuck even my goals are far-reaching and my ambition is strong yet, i still find myself at an unpredicted stop life is devilish like... - [Another Sunday Morning Tragedy](https://literaryyard.com/2019/03/19/another-sunday-morning-tragedy/): By: Brianna Barden   - [Poem: Perception](https://literaryyard.com/2019/03/19/poem-perception/): By: Anadi Naik The room is cool With a humming air-conditioner. The bed, the chair and the table Overused by ever present patients are old. The walls are empty like the face of that mirror sunk into the north side... - ['Outside the Universe of Sapphire' and other poems by Yuan Hongri](https://literaryyard.com/2019/03/19/outside-the-universe-of-sapphire-and-other-poems-by-yuan-hongri/): By Chinese Poet Yuan HongriTranslated by Manu Mangattu Outside the Universe of Sapphire Don’t you think the key is sweet If it condenses into a diamond in solitude And its song unlocks the portals to unseen gold? You have discovered... - ['Malvern Hills in June' and other poems by Ethan Owens](https://literaryyard.com/2019/03/18/malvern-hills-in-june-and-other-poems-by-ethan-owens/): By: Ethan Owens Malvern Hills in June This little cabin and your long nose make me feel at home Among the crumbling beams, white but blue. On this chair lies the greycoat, forgotten like the red before him, Rolled and... - ['Diana Ipso Facto' and other poems by Keith Moul](https://literaryyard.com/2019/03/18/diana-ipso-facto-and-other-poems-by-keith-moul/): By: Keith Moul Diana Ipso Facto Far from soft nights in Rome, prairie pauses for ritual witness to headlights gleaming back from dozens of reflectors lining a half mile of rude driveway: sparkling nymphs to court Diana’s statue (long erected... - [A bunch of poems by Simon Perchik](https://literaryyard.com/2019/03/15/bunch-of-poetry-by-simon-perchik/): By: Simon Perchik * To clear your lips –a simple wipe though once spread out your sleeve fills with shoreline follows on its own, washed with enormous wings shaken off the stale crumbs half sand, half seabirds half before each... - ['Old Friends' and other poems by Winston Derden](https://literaryyard.com/2019/03/15/old-friends-and-other-poems-by-winston-derden/): By: Winston Derden Old Friends She told him he would end alone, an old man with his books. He wrote that in a poem I read myself into with a grain of satisfaction, a forethought of acquiescence into the comfort... - ['Matters of Mens Rea' and other poems by KJ Hannah Greenberg](https://literaryyard.com/2019/03/15/matters-of-mens-rea-and-other-poems-by-kj-hannah-greenberg/): By: KJ Hannah Greenberg Matters of Mens Rea The development of the Magna Carte, Impacted, evidentially, on Ivy League dorms, Raised the specter of fascinating topics, Including sedition’s prime witnesses. History reports resolved international conflict, Got noticed via Gutenberg projects,... - [Hoo-Yay!](https://literaryyard.com/2019/03/15/hoo-yay/): By: Deirdre Gainor The gull cried out as it swooped down in front of the child. She jumped back on the hard wet sand, tripped and landed on her bottom without taking her eyes from the bird. It dove its... - [My dreamy manifesto under the starry sky – cometward](https://literaryyard.com/2019/03/14/my-dreamy-manifesto-under-the-starry-sky-cometward/): By: Paweł Markiewicz Attention: This manifesto has in itself a magic power and it can finally refute the communist manifesto (1847/48) and its successors in the form of communist states. It burns a peaceful campfire! I am part of the... - ['Chicago Street Preacher' and other poems by Michael Lee Johnson](https://literaryyard.com/2019/03/14/chicago-street-preacher-and-other-poems-by-michael-lee-johnson/): By: Michael Lee Johnson Chicago Street Preacher (V4) Street preacher server of the Word, pamphlet whore, hand out delivery boy, fanatic of sidewalk vocals, banjo strummer, seeker of coins, crack cocaine and salvation within notes. Camper on 47th from Ashland... - [Poems by Mythili Nagarajan](https://literaryyard.com/2019/03/14/poems-by-mythili-nagarajan/): By: Mythili Nagarajan .Destiny. Trespassers Are solemnly Condemned. .Inspiration. Nerved In vein By nerve. .Art. Spirit Of Thy Soul’s spirit. .Love. Absent minds In Treasure heart. .Fire. Ignites Thine In mine. .Beauty. Breeding – Autumn’s Off spring. .Confession. You are... - [Poem: Boy](https://literaryyard.com/2019/03/07/poem-boy/): By: Macy Perrine He is saintly. an extra sprinkle of stardust an extra stroke and polish in heaven’s factory and the lord pressed copper rings in his eyes deeming him golden. once-in-a-lifetime, the kind of boy you never forget no... - [Story: The Scent of Goodness](https://literaryyard.com/2019/03/07/story-the-scent-of-goodness/): By: Mehreen Ahmed What they said or didn’t say, was hardly an issue. Courtney Justice wasn’t the kind of a person to be bothered by such trivialities. Her concerns were different. Even she didn’t know what her concerns were. She... - [Poem: Elite](https://literaryyard.com/2019/03/07/poem-elite/): By: Alan Berger I have never been oneTo want to ascend to the eliteFor more days than someI’m lucky for shoes on my feet Even when young In The Village doing poppers’ I never had a hat hung On the... - [The Lady](https://literaryyard.com/2019/03/06/the-lady/): By Mark Lindsey Under the cool water there lives a lady. She sings a sad song of world’s past. Of how they rose and sank, And never dreamed of a better place. Where freedom and beauty are the lords, And... - [Poem: Nymphs](https://literaryyard.com/2019/03/06/poem-nymphs/): By Mark Lindsey Emotion. That Magical nymph so bare. Heeding only unknown drives, Her life one with the tree stability. Together yet apart they exist. Time. Friend and foe to all. Wearing and tearing at the tree. And as time... - [Chinese poet Yuan Hongri's five poems](https://literaryyard.com/2019/03/06/chinese-poet-yuan-hongris-five-poems/): By Chinese Poet Yuan HongriTranslated by Manu Mangattu The Coast of Time In the pink and white golden words Of the day outside the garden of gods Is the hometown of thy soul. Far before the world was born The... - [Poem: The Monarch Butterfly](https://literaryyard.com/2019/03/06/poem-the-monarch-butterfly/): By Mark Kodama The monarch butterfly pauses and hesitates Bending the orange flower under its weight, Before moving on its way To fulfill tasks of its busy day, Trivial to us but important to him. The ant struggles to lift... - [NIET organized Cambridge Business English Certificate (BEC) distribution programme](https://literaryyard.com/2019/03/05/niet-organized-cambridge-business-english-certificate-bec-distribution-programme/): Noida Institute of Engineering & Technology, Gr. Noida organized Cambridge Business English Certificate (BEC) Distribution Programme on Mar 5, 2019 at its campus. The session was aimed at encouraging and rewarding the meritorious students for their brilliant performance in BEC.... - ['Gloom' and other poetic satires by Shamar](https://literaryyard.com/2019/03/05/gloom-and-other-poetic-satires-by-shamar/): By: Shamar English GLOOM The room is the exterior of a muddy tan truck. The walls are a labyrinth of cracks, dirt, chipped paint, and protruding nails. The carpet is sitting underneath pounds of grunge, vomit stains, mildew, crud, hair,... - [Rusty Mill - Stones](https://literaryyard.com/2019/03/05/rusty-mill-stones/): By: Lazarus Trubman Months passed since I was liberated from the labor camp in Northern Russia. Behind were dozens of blood transfusions, dental tortures and scary chats with a bunch of cardiologists. I finally got my so-so bill of health... - ['Simplicity & Wisdom' Authored by Dinesh Shahra Launched in Presence of Swami Omanand Saraswati](https://literaryyard.com/2019/03/05/simplicity-wisdom-authored-by-dinesh-shahra-launched-in-presence-of-swami-omanand-saraswati/): Industrialist and Philanthropist Dinesh Shahra’s book, ‘Simplicity & Wisdom’ was launched in Indore recently. The book is dedicated to Late eminent Vedanti Swami Pragananandji. Famous Industrialist and Philanthropist Mr. Dinesh Shahra’s book, ‘Simplicity & Wisdom’ was launched in Indore recently.... - ['I can only assume' and other poems by Linda Crate](https://literaryyard.com/2019/03/05/i-can-only-assume-and-other-poems-by-linda-crate/): By Linda M Crate i can only assume there is no warmth in your heart for me, and so i have gone away; not to wound you but in protection of myself— so many thoughts and words i swallowed down... - ['Bejewelled Skeleton' and other poems by Bill Arnott](https://literaryyard.com/2019/03/04/bejewelled-skeleton-and-other-poems-bybill-arnott/): By: Bill Arnott Bejewelled Skeleton Northwest Cornwall, a mild Tuesday in March Carbis Bay – Hayle Towans waves wash, shucked oyster brine aroma gannets glide, acrylic daubs in white crushed bivalves underfoot glint of stucco flecked with glass cuttlefish and... - [Haiku about thaw](https://literaryyard.com/2019/03/04/haiku-about-thaw/): By: Paweł Markiewicz haiku about thaw early spring and thaw I writing summer poems with romantic time the last thaw in spring I think about migration of summer first crane ## A clean ontological matter These two haiku can be... - [These Words To Be Forgotten](https://literaryyard.com/2019/03/04/these-words-to-be-forgotten/): By: Ian C Smith He reminds her to put tea in the pot, can tell she thought she already had, drinks it black. Her fridge a health hazard, no milk, tea’s bitterness is preferable to the chaos of a meal,... - [Three Poems by Chinese Poet Yuan Hongri](https://literaryyard.com/2019/03/04/three-poems-by-chinese-poet-yuan-hongri/): By Chinese Poet Yuan HongriTranslated by Manu Mangattu Golden and Transparent When the dainty of dawn lights up your body You shall see the golden country in stone. The Giant is walking in the sky His hand holds aloft a... - [Vocabulatrophy](https://literaryyard.com/2019/02/26/vocabulatrophy/): By: Austin J. Dalton The day already seemed to be a less than auspicious one when I glanced over at the alarm clock from where I was positioned on the couch. Ten in the morning, I’d missed my academic advising... - ['Ode To Passion' and 'Bewitching Draw' poems](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/31/ode-to-passion-and-bewitching-draw-poems/): By: JayM Ode To Passion My worst arguments are with my own mind,To pave the way for my best words for you;Words of enchantment give themselves up,To that your beauty creates, to you. Indelible prints of ardour, upon my mind,A... - ['Sanga' and 'Copperhead' poems](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/31/sanga-and-copperhead-poems/): By: Stephen Kingsnorth Sanga Wrap, face, skin reflecting pile pineapples,toothy sarong fruit vendorssentry corners, slow spiral screwto mountains drag-drawn from flatland haze.Lushed tier paddies, suspended tanks,glitter dun-lime battle grounds,side-step from trunked trunk haulers,gross chink-link necklaces,chained to logs and bored mahouts;noising... - [The Red Tricycle](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/31/the-red-tricycle/): By Dawn DeBraal She looked away when she saw the woman and her child picking through the dumpster. It hurt too much to see that. She wanted to help but, how could she? The little boy in rain boots held... - [What Covid-19 Tells Us About Our Biased Pretenses](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/31/what-covid-19-tells-us-about-our-biased-pretenses/): By: Nadia Benjelloun A Justifiable Fear, or a Melodrama? There is no doubt that there ever was as violent of an outbreak as covid-19. Or is that just what we are made to believe? It seems we have all gone... - [The Hermit](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/27/the-hermit/): By: James Bates Even though he hadn’t left his house that day, nor had he for the more than three years since his beloved wife had passed away, here’s what Bob Anderson wrote later that night:             ‘I lay under... - ['Wrong' and other poems by Brian Rihlmann](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/27/wrong-and-other-poems-by-brian-rihlmann/): By: Brian Rihlmann WRONG I sit with the sun at my backand stare at my shadowits hair movesits shoulders rise and fallafter awhile the thought enters—the shadow’s not meany more than the sun is a while longerand the sun disappearsbehind... - ['Spine – Xray' and other poems by J.K.Durick](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/25/spine-xray-and-other-poems-by/): By: J.K.Durick Spine – Xray ### Bookmark by Gavin a grandnephew once removedis gone but this gift,given I don’t remember when,remains. His name written in childish lettersand some coloring are all that’s leftof the moment – it marks his placemy... - ['Red Cinnabar' and other poems by Theresa C. Gaynord](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/25/red-cinnabar-and-other-poems-by-theresa-c-gaynord/): By: Theresa C. Gaynord RED CINNABAR Discard my clothes, my glamorous spoilsand fate me before the dispossessedfar removed from my gowns of tulle andspangles. Walk me toward the peak of the mountain,strip me of my name as I watch the... - [Peon](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/25/peon/): By Beatriz Cicci Ms. Maureen Campbell was proud to attest and confirm with confidence that, throughout her 72 years of life, she had only kissed whom she had ratified to be totally and completely in love with. When inquired in... - ['Pioneer Cemetery' and other poems by Don Thompson](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/24/pioneer-cemetery-and-other-poems-by-don-thompson/): By: Don Thompson Pioneer Cemetery These tottering gravestones remainunexpectedly whiteafter all sorts of weather—unlike the bones buried here.They’re gray going black by now,blotched with off-greenlike moss on the wooden markersworn nameless years ago. ** Inflation Spendthrift wind strips the trees,scattering... - [The Greatest Ever](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/24/the-greatest-ever/): By Mark Kodama             When the wrought iron gates of St. Mary’s Industrial School for Boys swung wide, George was just an unwanted reform school boy destined for oblivion. But George Herman Ruth could play baseball better than any other... - [Penance](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/23/penance/): By: Stephen Faulkner I walked from where it all took place with a steady gait down a dark and humid street. Darkness enveloped me like a shroud, like a fetid blanket pulled around me, hiding me. Still her eyes found... - ['Seesaw' and 'The Life I Deserve' poems](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/22/seesaw-and-the-life-i-deserve-poems/): By: Alexis Zarco SeesawThe rustic seesawof sun bleachedblues & redssat trapped in itsbeginnings. Green wildgrass& yellow wheatgrow in betweenthe wooden seats. Childish giggles& small footstepsechoing in the empty spacemocking the young’unswho are all but grown. ### The Life I Deserve... - ['Aubade' and other poems by Jesse Wolfe](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/22/aubade-and-other-poems-by-jesse-wolfe/): By: Jesse Wolfe Aubade Her brown curls heaped on the pillow,the comforter sprawled below her breasts.She fled into her magazine. For a minute, motionless, he stood.Starlings chattered in the walnut tree. * * In days they decided on a baby.It... - [The Coolest Death Ever](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/22/the-coolest-death-ever/): By Alan Berger Islands in the streamFrom Cold Spring HarbourTo the village green         Mouth full of marijuanaFrom TorontoTo Tijuana HeyI’m not a good travelerI don’t have the sight seeing stamina  Death may be not what it seemsIt could be the... - [The essence of life is sadness](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/21/the-essence-of-life-is-sadness/): By: Anupama Mishra But I forget this in madness,Now the childish tender feelings of mineare on obstinacy strike,To go to such place where it was at a timeWhen immaturity was at its prime,All the things had an element of wonder.But... - [The Venice Return](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/21/the-venice-return/): By: Prashil Kumar It was a nightmare for Emily. Musaffar refused to let her go overseas to work. The job offer had come all the way from Venice, Italy. And although her contract would only last ten months, Emily would earn... - ['Truth Be Told' & other Poems by Jon Carter](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/20/truth-be-told-other-poems-by-jon-carter/): By: Jon Carter truth be told I left her house quietly,stale alcohol on my breath. I thought it wasbetter to leaveher bones behind melike a man. my pockets were full ofbleeding emeralds.I lit a cigaretteand exhaled under the yellowstreet-lights. it... - [The Canvas of Life](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/20/the-canvas-of-life/): By: Rehanul Hoque Leaves became yellow and then shed in winter.Scarcity of Magnesium and lack of water turned leaves pale enoughto shed, this is what I knew.But I loved the trees without knowing all theseLike them soared high enough to... - [Dear Jack](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/20/dear-jack/): An epistolary story that keeps the reader engaged. - [Universe Lost](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/19/universe-lost/): By: A Ramachandran   In 1941, Isaac Asimov, widely regarded as one of the top two science fiction writers of his time, wrote a short story titled ‘Nightfall.’ The story itself was inspired by a poem written by Ralph Waldo... - [These Muted Mothball Days](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/19/these-muted-mothball-days/): By: Ian C Smith My serendipitous introduction to Yeats’ early poem, He Wishes for The Cloths of Heaven, came about when I lifted an antimacassar on my armchair, exposing a hidden letter.  A nephew, my house-sitter during recent travels then,... - ['Each Rock is A Potala Palace' and 'They Are Waiting for You in Outer Space'](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/18/each-rock-is-a-potala-palace-and-they-are-waiting-for-you-in-outer-space/): By Chinese Poet Hongri YuanTranslated by Yuanbing zhang Each Rock is A Potala Palace The sunshine is mellow wine and there are golden palaces inside the sun. Where a giant is its master, he told me that I was his... - [OUR FAVORITE HALLOWEEN MOVIE](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/18/our-favorite-halloween-movie/): By: Shawn Berman OUR FAVORITE HALLOWEEN MOVIE IS THE ONE WHERE CASPER AND WENDY BECOME BEST FRIENDS BECAUSE NOBODY DIES AND THEY ALL LIVE HAPPILY EVER AFTER sitting in our underwear carving pumpkins on the floor you turn the volume... - [Once](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/17/once/): By: Alan Berger Once in a world of sorrowThrice in a world of painWhere memories I never hadWhere all laid to blameAt the age I am right nowReady for the gateI still don’t know how or whyI received a smile... - ['Kintsugi' and other poems by Shannen Zitz](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/17/kintsugi-and-other-poems-by-shannen-zitz/): By: Shannen Zitz KINTSUGI i have mended hundreds ofbroken things.i never questioned the necessity of it,just knew, this is probably howit would always be.never knew where the crackswere coming from,only that they were there. and i filled them.with whatever i... - [About the politics](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/17/about-the-politics/): By: Paweł Markiewicz I am standing before a cute mirror, therethrough looking, and I see there Prometheus, his torches with fires, a weird-like ash, a poetical comet as well as the words >youthhood of studies< in a golden frame. I... - [Aunt Glorthea](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/17/aunt-glorthea/): By W. K. Rathburg Command, this is Palma Fesco. Of Search and Rescue? The same. I find myself in a pickle. I need help. What do you mean? I’m stuck under a ventilation shaft. What? It collapsed. In the Veldor Sector. ... - [Lost in Scotoma](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/16/lost-in-scotoma/): By: Aanika Eragam I didn’t notice she was missing till the world began withering,weeping willows sweeping banyan seeds down rabbit holes,coyotes howling for mercy as dandelion feathers chokedtheir newborns’ throats. I sat on a swing in an empty playgroundlistening for... - [Conscious, Carolina](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/13/conscious-carolina/): By: Zach Murphy There it was. It was that faint tune. The tune of a song playing on a jukebox from the back room in a dingy bar within the ghost town of a dream. The mysterious sound meandered through... - ['A Piece of Wonder' and other poems by Rehanul Hoque](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/13/a-piece-of-wonder-and-other-poems-by-rehanul-hoque/): By: Rehanul Hoque A Piece of Wonder If men were to be compared with an ass and vice versa,Without much speculation on the respective role of eachanyone could assert ass is the best ass, man is perfect manand to acknowledge... - [Soul](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/12/soul/): By: Christiane Demack Butterfly!You came back!All my lifeI’d felt your bright blue wingsBeating against the inside ofMy rib cage, fanning the fire,Inside;Gifting me visions of flowers and honey,Dreaming mimosas and hyacinths,Into existence; lingering by fountainsOf joy in the silver light... - [Bobber Fishing with Tom and Ted](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/12/bobber-fishing-with-tom-and-ted/): By Ted R. Larsen He walks into the room, all white walls and cotton sheets, monitors and tubes. His friend is sleeping – at least he hopes that’s true. Ah. The chest moves up and down lightly. Sleeping it is.... - ['Packed and ready to go out of this world' and other poems by Milton P. Ehrlich](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/12/packed-and-ready-to-go-out-of-this-world-and-other-poems-by-milton-p-ehrlich/): By: Milton P. Ehrlich PACKED AND READY TO GO OUT OF THIS WORLD Lovebirds sit on their suitcaseswaiting for their wings to sprout.They listen to a melancholy melodyin a minor key planting seeds of love.They carry a supply of dark... - [My Best Friend’s Wedding](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/12/my-best-friends-wedding/): By: Alina Gufran The airplane felt stuffy, too hot, the seats too cramped, the aisles reeked of pickle and mustard oil, the air hostesses’ make-up wasn’t blended right. Everything was overdone, stereotyped, wrong. I couldn’t put my finger on why.... - [Taking Stock](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/11/taking-stock/): By: Stephen Kingsnorth I carried a Pisa piletowards the door desk, greyish tinge.The bright street frontage, poster glowfelt-tip scrawl announced, not Alexandria,but fire damaged stock for sale. High School me, taken self to town,found this people-free paradise;miser pocket-money in pig-skin... - [The Steppe](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/11/the-steppe/): By: Kate Novak The horizon is so wide that when I trace it with my eyes, it is a full circle. The ochres and browns of the undergrowth mix with the hazy, powdery, washed out blue of the sky. It... - [Cabin in the Woods](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/10/cabin-in-the-woods/): By Mark Kodama I.      When I hike, I travel alone.  Although I have been warned by many well-meaning friends about the dangers of hiking by myself, I am careful and limit myself to overnight trips. Sometimes, I feel at... - ['WHAT CONVINCED HER TO STAY' n 'MISERY & HEALING'](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/10/what-convinced-her-to-stay-n-misery-healing/): By: Satvika A. Menon WHAT CONVINCED HER TO STAYMaybe it was the roses that fell in rivulets beneath her feetOr the powdery clouds that twirled above her hair.Maybe it was the wind that sang ever so softly into her earsOf... - [Aging Parent Syndrome](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/10/aging-parent-syndrome/): By: Alan Swyer “How about dinner Friday evening?” Jeff Samuels asked when his father answered the phone. “What’re you talking about?” replied Phil Samuels. “I’m coming to Florida.” “To visit?” “To do some filming and, hopefully, visit.” “You’ll have to... - [Bugs and a Stalker](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/10/bugs-and-a-stalker/): By: Michal Reiben  I am searching through Google as to which insects can possibly be biting me?  Much to my surprise after intense research, the answer which turns up is ‘Bed Bugs’. How can that be? I know there is... - ['Science Fiction Haiku' n 'Horror Tanka'](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/10/science-fiction-haiku-n-horror-tanka/): By: Denny E. Marshall Science Fiction Haiku on mars colonythe sky makes you feel lonelysun looks like a star reach for keyssurprised to findpocket alien alien craft landsdistant visitors puzzledby “Moo, Moo” response in the fiftiesaliens land and hide onbikini... - [Cross Country at the School for Troubled Teens](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/09/cross-country-at-the-school-for-troubled-teens/): By Rich Elliott So you Board Members asked me to write something up. “Just tell us about the season and about Coach Thorpe. In your own words.” Fine, I’ll play your Game, I got nothing to hide. I’m outta here... - [Barapani](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/09/barapani/): By: Antara Roy Oruganti   ‘What a dark night!’ I said out loud to myself. I had been walking alone for quite a while now, and the sound of my voice sounded unfamiliar to my ears.    The bus in... - ['The Aquarium' and other poems by Brandon McQuade](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/09/the-aquarium-and-other-poems-by-brandon-mcquade/): By: Brandon McQuade The Aquarium Because the car is in the shop, we walk in dead heattrusting GPS, until the aquarium shows itself. It appears to us like the sea on the horizon, a mirage;an oil stain on the concrete... - [What Grandma Said](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/08/what-grandma-said/): By: James Bates The last time I saw my Grandmother Sara I’d wheeled her down to the community room of Meridian Way, the retirement home where she’d been living for the last year and a half.             “Is this okay?”... - [Travels with a Barbarian: Onto Raglan Crag](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/08/travels-with-a-barbarian-onto-raglan-crag/): By: The Birch Twins When finally we arrived after a breathless climb over wet grass, it was a miserable place drenched by constant drizzling rain that made the grass slippery and the rocks and ruined walls more so. Here were... - [Enlivening Your Inner Serpent Power](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/08/enlivening-your-inner-serpent-power/): By William T. Hathaway Slumbering deep within you lies a serpent named Bhujagendra coiled 3 1/2 times around the sacral bone at the base of your spine in Muladhara chakra, your inner powerhouse. Awakening this serpent activates your kundalini, giving... - [Accursed](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/08/accursed/): By: Chandra Shekhar Dubey I was lying with hernaked and panting with moanssoft and supple. . Far above the moon was strugglingto cuddle the wanton clouds. . A shudder in my loins passed . through my spine squeezingbubbles and shocks... - ['Humanity’s Best, Shown From Within The Rainbow' and other poems by Linda Imbler](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/07/humanitys-best-shown-from-within-the-rainbow-and-other-poems-by-linda-imbler/): By: Linda Imbler Humanity’s Best, Shown From Within The Rainbow Neutrality, a green light,saying go, to your reflective mind.Refuse to take quick part in divided views.Roll things around in your head first,looking at every view,examining every perspective before you answer.... - [The Fire Eater](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/06/the-fire-eater/): By: Ann Christine Tabaka The forests were burning, and nothing could be done to stop it. All hope seemed lost.  Day turned into night as thick black clouds of smoke blocked out the sun.  Days turned into weeks, and the... - [What we can see](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/06/what-we-can-see/): By: CJ Delous From fetus to a handful of ashes; a brief flicker of light in the darkness;the thread of our existence,helplessly passing from past to future; contingent filaments entwinedwithin the infinite: Just another story,another way to escape the boringfact... - [The Real HarMar Superstar](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/06/the-real-harmar-superstar/): By: Zach Murphy Semisonic’s melancholy anthem “Closing Time” plays while Steve finishes up his last night as a security guard at HarMar Mall. This is almost too good to be true, he thinks to himself. The unsung hero gazes at... - [The Bookstore](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/05/the-bookstore/): By Mark Kodama I.             I own a used bookstore off of Hollywood Blvd. It is not much to look at but it is mine. There always seems to be customers in my store even on a Friday night, well... - [The Trials of King Bela](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/05/the-trials-of-king-bela/): By Mark Kodama I.             When King Bela of Hungary marched his army to the Sajo River on April 10, 1241, he knew the Mongols were near. He knew the Mongols were not warriors with whom to be trifled. He... - ['Art' and other poems by M. V. Sathyanarayana](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/05/art-and-other-poems-by-m-v-sathyanarayana/): By: M. V. Sathyanarayana ARTI learned this art out of necessity…of shaping straying storms into a poem.It’s like brewing nectar from poison ivyand like rescuing words from a burning tome. My distressed spirits when seek solace from dinI dream of... - [Through Scorched Plains](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/04/through-scorched-plains/): By: Bernice Groves        “Another one. You made it,” a voice says. “Tough journey?”        The boxcar rocks. A dozen shadowed bodies rock with it. Outside, the horizon lights up like winking Christmas lights. The train is a dying snake... - [The Artist and You](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/04/the-artist-and-you/): By: Amy Rohrbaugh God the Artistcreated it all.He painted each leafin the beautiful fall.He shares His warmthin the bright yellow sunthat lights up the skyin the summery fun.He kisses the tulipswith colors of springand whispers to the birdsto get them... - [Tracers](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/03/tracers-2/): By Bennie Rosa Frank Stanley sat comfortably in his high-back wicker chair on the patio of his condo overlooking the Hackensack River. He could hear the Steins next door arguing with their teenage son. The wind was picking up and... - ['Clearing up' and other poems by John Grey](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/03/clearing-up-and-other-poems-by-john-grey/): By John Grey CLEARING UP seven years married,what have you done with the violence,the man unsure,there are just your eyes for evidenceand they that travel southwhen he looks from the eastand. of course, the pieces of the chair is the... - [Walls](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/02/walls-2/): By: Carl “Papa” Palmer have earslistenpay attentionavailabledon’t talk backor offer opinionnever interruptlet you have your say being the wallshould be mandatorytaught in schoolat homeon TVa college classbefore marriageprerequisite for politiciansand not just in America ### Carl “Papa” Palmer of Old... - ['Dark Lines, Dark Rooms' and other poems by George Gad Economou](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/02/dark-lines-dark-rooms-and-other-poems-by-george-gad-economou/): By: George Gad Economou Dark Lines, Dark Rooms never been able to write happy-go-lucky shit,never could produce a line that wouldn’t inducea sense of helplessness and distraught to the reader; “write happier lines.”“write more well-constructed poems.”“watch the language.” “edit.” “proofread.”“do... - ['Autumnal' and other poems by Enda Boyle](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/02/autumnal-and-other-poems-by-enda-boyle/): By: Enda Boyle Autumnal As inevitable as the season itself,a baggy, vague and crappy wordtumbling out from the mouthsof gormless T.V weather people.Blazed across reusable coffe cupsin orange pumpkin pastel script.A department store catch-allused to add novelty and classto bedspreads... - [Ashish Jaiswal raises key questions in ‘Fluid’, proposes a workable solution](https://literaryyard.com/2020/02/28/ashish-jaiswal-raises-key-questions-in-fluid-proposes-a-workable-solution/): By Onkar Sharma Very recently, I picked up another book from the Crossword bookstore. It was a book called ‘Fluid’ by Ashish Jaiswal. ‘Fluid’ is a treatise that questions the popular education system poised to produce specialists by discouraging cross-discipline... - ['Going' and 'Filling in' poems](https://literaryyard.com/2020/02/27/going-and-filling-in-poems/): By: Farzana Israt Gonewherehasit gone? the timespentwith Nonsense? distant,something isbreaking. i awake. somewhere,i hearcrying. ### Filling inBut how does onenot daydreamendlessly?How can oneresist filling inthe empty spaceswith aneternal fantasy? - [The Ultimate Stage](https://literaryyard.com/2020/02/27/the-ultimate-stage/): By: Alex Andy Phuong Social hierarchyFilled with diversityColorful iridescenceAesthetic decadenceThere might be evilin the worldbut there is still hopefor the ones who dreamNo matter how hard life may seemCelebrate life and cheer for the dreamersPursuing passions respectfully - ['Storms of Blue' and other poems by Mary Bone](https://literaryyard.com/2020/02/27/storms-of-blue-and-other-poems-by-mary-bone/): By: Mary Bone Storms of Blue The storms of bluematched your eyes-sapphire orbs,moongazing into the universe,leaving twinkleson the horizon. ### Embracing the Sun A vacation beganby embracing the sun.With arms open wide,I was on an adventureas I relaxed in crystal... - ['Chandelier Waltz' and other poems by Oormila Vijayakrishnan Prahlad](https://literaryyard.com/2020/02/27/chandelier-waltz-and-other-poems-by-oormila-vijayakrishnan-prahlad/): By: Oormila Vijayakrishnan Prahlad Chandelier Waltz The chandelier was sparedin the renovation spreeMarty who sold us the placeripped up wall and plankto clean lines, spartan spacebut for reasons known only to himleft this fixture untouched. a neighbour tells me stories... - [Unearthing the true treasure in Coelho’s ‘The Alchemist’](https://literaryyard.com/2020/02/27/unearthing-the-true-treasure-in-coelhos-the-alchemist/): By Onkar Sharma Santiago, a shepherd and the protagonist of Paulo Coelho’s ‘The Alchemist’, goes after a treasure but finds many as far as I understood the tale. I suddenly drew out the book from my library after many years... - ['The Eternal Reflection' and other poems by Anthony Rosa](https://literaryyard.com/2020/02/26/the-eternal-reflection-and-other-poems-by-anthony-rosa/): By: Anthony Rosa The Eternal Reflection I look into the mirrorand what do I see?A broken man,is staring at me. A meek old manwith a soft, wrinkled mind,a short skinny body,torn apart by time. Where is the boyI used to... - [Wall Street Twist](https://literaryyard.com/2020/02/20/wall-street-twist/): By: Bruce Levine The rain had lasted for three days and the streets looked more like a river than pavement. Walking his dog became more of an effort each time as the torrents of water washed against them and the... - [The Dilemma](https://literaryyard.com/2020/02/20/the-dilemma/): By Gaither Stewart                                            1. At thirty-six years I’m on record as the youngest Operations Director in the history of the international cultural organization where I’ve worked for the last nine years. Now as my best friends know, I’m not... - [CAA Protest - a poem](https://literaryyard.com/2020/02/20/caa-protest-a-poem/): By Chandra Shekhar Dubey Who are they?Shouting slogans, filling the airwith toxic slogans , lies in the streets?Knowing not , what they are protestingExhaling fangs of fire and distrust on the frozen roads to block the flow? Who are they?... - [The longing](https://literaryyard.com/2020/02/19/the-longing/): By: Paweł Markiewicz the enticing aspiration is sucha golden Apollonian sunshinemy muse-like tune of a bosomas the dainty cherubic dreamletor it is a tender ringthat shines atthe magnanimous chevalierand it is an embellishmentof the metaphysics the dazzling wishfulness is able... - [The Books](https://literaryyard.com/2020/02/19/the-books/): By: Sandeep Kumar Mishra Books are in restless wintry mood,Their voices seem urgent,What the books whisperwe prefer not to mention in social circlesYet they know more,Have been where we can’t goin the clothes we wear They are unsettled, we are... - [A poem is precisely what?](https://literaryyard.com/2020/02/18/a-poem-is-precisely-what/): By: James Aitchison A poem is a collection of wordsthat don’t belong anywhere else. But don’t let the writing show, they say.Hide the scaffold of structure. Break forms!Have I made an exciting mistake? Some words are scabs to be picked... - [Minor Gods](https://literaryyard.com/2020/02/14/minor-gods/): By Chris Keyser There was no time for basking in it.  Perks Cafe couldn’t endure Ken Stagman for long before oscillating into hysteria.  And he knew it.  They knew it too.  A single iphone camera’s shutter flash would dash the... - ['Epistle for the dead and Lost' and other poems by Joseph Hope](https://literaryyard.com/2020/02/14/epistle-for-the-dead-and-lost-and-other-poems-by-joseph-hope/): By: Joseph Hope Epistle for the dead and Lost 1How dead is dead?When fishing for the impossible, How much hope is enough? How things die?They begin from Genesis, From the swinging cradle 2The morale from the long walkThrough this unvegetated... - [A Stranger in the Alley](https://literaryyard.com/2020/02/14/a-stranger-in-the-alley/): By Sandra Ding During most daily commutes, one only sees strangers and doesn’t look closely. On an early evening in October, while the city dwelled in a soft, yellow haze, amid the bustle of the streets filled with the shuttling... - [The Warden Girls](https://literaryyard.com/2020/02/13/the-warden-girls/): By: E.R. LeVar An old bonnet of hers still rests on a hook on the wall, long blue ribbons trailing down to the floor. A well-worn shawl drapes over the back of the chair, holes in the knitting letting the... - [A Return from Vietnam](https://literaryyard.com/2020/02/13/a-return-from-vietnam/): By Kristen Henderson      Carlos discovered an open box of D-con rat poison under a pile of shoes in the back of his grandmother’s closet.  He’d been called home from ‘Nam after his grandmother was found dead, rigid, straight as... - [What](https://literaryyard.com/2020/02/13/what/): By: Alan Berger What stories to chooseWhich ones to tellThey choose youAnd tell you what to sellI’d rather be a year too earlyThen a second too lateRather not be out with someoneThat I just can’t takeRather stay home and masturbateAnd... - [Man 1, Man 2](https://literaryyard.com/2020/02/12/man-1-man-2/): By: Francine Witte “So, let’s review,” says Man 1 “Right,” says Man 2, “we kill her at noon.” They lean over the high lip of the bridge rail. Straight down to the blue of the stream. “Not kill,” says Man... - [When the Weatherman Dies](https://literaryyard.com/2020/02/12/when-the-weatherman-dies/): By: Francine Witte There is suddenly no weather. Rain dries up before it falls and wind is all puffed out. “It’s a show of respect,” the anchor man says, and his lovely co-host agrees. The sun is gone, too, leaving... - [Those letters](https://literaryyard.com/2020/02/12/those-letters/): By: Robin Long cling to the submitted words, disfigured,like the leather face of plaguewith spices shoved into a protruding beak herbs, to protect and stave off stenchpestilencenoxiousdisease—writing?it never felt like my disease, before only a dressing of another wound. Those... - [Sierra to the Extreme!](https://literaryyard.com/2020/02/12/sierra-to-the-extreme/): By: Zach Murphy Sierra liked to eat ice cream during blizzards. She’d make snow angels and draw funny faces on them. In the Spring, she liked to bask in the grass for hours and hours, as if the insects were... - ['Meeting Delhi' and other poems by Stephen Kingsnorth](https://literaryyard.com/2020/02/11/meeting-delhi-and-other-poems-by/): By: Stephen Kingsnorth Meeting Delhi We drop suddenly,overtaking the ox ploughingbeside the tarmac. Heat-hit,little mascara boyswrest the bags from usbefore, bewildered and affronted,we grab them back. We overload Ambassadors,unsuited cases and rucksacksbulging, over-flowingthe gaping jaws of convoy boots. Soon, undergraduating,... - [Behind the scenes of coffee estates from Brazil, India & Ecuador](https://literaryyard.com/2020/02/11/behind-the-scenes-of-coffee-estates-from-brazil-india-ecuador/): By: Miss Sasheera Mehrani Gounden Nearly four centuries ago, a Muslim traveller named Baba Budan brought back seven coffee seeds from Yemen to India. He planted these seeds near a mountain, commonly known today as “The Cradle of Indian Coffee.”... - ['Against The Tide' and one more poem by Lynn White](https://literaryyard.com/2020/02/11/against-the-tide-and-one-more-poem-by-lynn-white/): By: Lynn White Against The Tide Will we wait for the tide to turn.to carry us awaywave after wavegathering up the debriswhich surrounds ussucking it up like so much dustgetting rid of it all,everything goingwith the flowsinkingbeneath the waters.Everything.But not... - [Never afraid to be Limonov](https://literaryyard.com/2020/02/10/never-afraid-to-be-limonov/): By: Elena Mordovina The thing that surprises me in this pictureis the cat painting exactly my portrait(you need to put your glasses on to see) –The one you shot then, ten years ago, on the balcony.Don’t worry, I’m quite happy... - [Witch Hunt](https://literaryyard.com/2020/02/10/witch-hunt/): By: Ken W. Simpson To understand why so much money was wasted – and so much time spent investigating nothing  – we have to go back to the Obama administration – when both Obama and Hillary Clinton were using private... - [Satanic](https://literaryyard.com/2020/02/10/satanic/): By: Ken W. Simpson Demons are founddining greedilyabove groundon ghoulish soupfresh flesh fingerssanctimonious syrupboiled bigotfresh flesh fingerspedophile pigstuffed hypocrisywith promiscuityas the devil’sdessert.with I scream. - [Hope](https://literaryyard.com/2020/02/08/hope/): By: Annapurani Vaidyanathan Hope likes to slither away into the shadows. It loves to sleep beneath greying clouds until a ray of sunshine knocks its socks off and floods the sky with rainbows. It needs you to dot the i’s... - [A Poem Written on a Hill](https://literaryyard.com/2020/02/08/a-poem-written-on-a-hill/): By: Andrew Campbell The following was written as I stood on a hidden hill off the Natchez Trace Parkway, about four miles into an overgrown trail. It remains, and will always remain, as it was when I scribbled it on... - [The Sawmill](https://literaryyard.com/2020/02/04/the-sawmill/): By: Ed Nichols I still remember the last words my mother said to me.  “Horace, get out of the rain!  Get your butt up on this porch and…” she grabbed her throat, let out a low groan, and just dropped... - [Weird of the dreams](https://literaryyard.com/2020/02/04/weird-of-the-dreams/): By: Paweł Markiewicz there are finitely October-idesmeek shooting stars – the friends of nighttimehave fallen aforethe visit of themorning star – the boon VenusI was able to feel theireyesome miraculous silencea dreamier eviternitybelongs to meI can think of its waking... - [Oyo](https://literaryyard.com/2020/02/04/oyo/): By: Samuel Ekanem As Mushood stood up under a cashew tree, where he’s been squatting for the past thirty minutes, a snag from the tree poked into his hair. Before then he’d held up his brown chinous trousers, toddled a... - ['Fret' and other poems by Elinor Clark](https://literaryyard.com/2020/02/03/fret-and-other-poems-by-elinor-clark/): By: Elinor Clark Fret A strange misfitted longing I neatly fold awaypairing memories as socks beforeI place them, tidy, in the drawer. You fret too much, you always saidlike the seasoggy brume cleaving blue.Think too hard and of coursethings look... - ['The Supreme Awakening' - a review by William T. Hathaway](https://literaryyard.com/2020/02/03/the-supreme-awakening-a-review-by-william-t-hathaway/): Reviewed by William T. Hathaway The Supreme Awakening: Experiences of Enlightenment Throughout Time — And How You Can Cultivate Them is the ultimate guide to higher states of consciousness. This latest book from Craig Pearson presents inspiring experiences from mystics... - ['Alfred Wallis' and other poems by Bill Arnott](https://literaryyard.com/2020/02/03/alfred-wallis-and-other-poems-by-bill-arnott/): By Bill Arnott Alfred Wallis I drop to a knee, graveside. Behind me blue-green water thrashes unseen reefwith granite stacks and blackened blocks of basaltsending streamers strafing skywardtowering ivory ribbons splashing frothy whitereversing ocean-liner celebration out to sea The grave... - [Letting Go](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/21/letting-go/): By: Mukund Gnanadesikan It’s OK, officer. You seem like a nice young man. I’d like to think that I was once like you. Back away from me. Go back down those stairs, please. For your own sanity. You ask me... - [The coin toss](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/21/the-coin-toss/): By: Susana McArthur Memories of that last year at the University came flooding back as he sat on the hard bed. Closing his eyes, his mind re-lived that fateful last year and he admitted to himself that those had been... - [Wilderness - a poem](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/20/wilderness-a-poem/): By: Mythili Nagarajan I dived deep Into the past To collect The scattered self. Where Self remained Still With Wild guts. The collective remains Sheathed The me With Haunting shield. Lost in Own wilderness Me in me Crawled And Creeped... - [The shivering hands and shaky voices are left alone, nowadays](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/20/the-shivering-hands-and-shaky-voices-are-left-alone-nowadays/): By: Anupama Mishra The days are unpleasant, perilous and grave for the old. Having been deserted and left he is avoided like an abandoned house with its broken doors and sagging porch. Poor old, considered as an oxidised lock, is... - [Longing for normal](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/20/longing-for-normal/): By: Dave Gregory Two tanned, barefoot, young men in wet swimsuits sit on white sand in the shade of a long, lofty row of Casuarina trees. Elongated green leaves, resembling brushstrokes in a French Impressionist painting, sway in a warm... - ['Laundry Day' and other poems by Andrew Broadous](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/20/laundry-day-and-other-poems-by-andrew-broadous/): By: Andrew Broadous Laundry Day In this psych ward, the nurse unlocks the door with a keycard, one electric pop, and as the heavy metal halts shut, I turn, peer through a small glass window. I see the world escaping,... - ['The Value Of Old Shoes' and other poems by Leslie McGriff](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/20/the-value-of-old-shoes-and-other-poems-by-leslie-mcgriff/): By: Leslie McGriff For Derek Walcott I imagine they wrapped your body in white sheets around and around arms still at your sides the fabric delicate and lightweight leaving you open to the atmosphere your head they cased in an... - ['Patience' and other poems by John Zurn](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/20/patience-and-other-poems-by-john-zurn/): By: John Zurn Patience Patience is often seen as a burden When “now” is the proof of achievement. Faster is better and newer means more, And first is the measure of greatness. Impatient to raise my own self-esteem, I trust... - [Service Disruption](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/20/service-disruption/): By: Antonia Schuster His nonchalant Kik message springs on to my screen at 3.20: How about 3.30 near Platform 28 bar? I make hasty excuses to my staff, sending them flighty Skype messages just got to duck out for half... - [Mother - a poem](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/20/mother-a-poem/): By Jane Collins-Philippe She goes to the fridge to let my brother in at the door and puts the butter in the oven along with her hat and the napkins normally meant for the table. When she forgets where she’s... - [Never Cry Woolf](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/20/never-cry-woolf/): By: Jane Collins-Philippe The water level was high, the current strong. The familiar blue-grey ribbon tumbled wildly as it worked its way to wherever it is that rivers go. Leafy silence was interrupted only by the chirping of birds and... - [Poem: Loneliness](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/20/poem-loneliness/): By: Woody Fran She wants so desperately to love And to be loved A love more powerful than the word itself The type only portrayed in movies She wants once again to trust As a newborn clings to its mother... - ['Iron Maiden' and other poems by JL Smith](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/19/iron-maiden-and-other-poems-by-jl-smith/): By: JL Smith Iron Maiden The iron maiden sits in the bedroom room corner, waiting for me to come inside, feel its confines, compression of air, its sharp nails, scraping my skin no matter where I turn. I put myself... - [Miss Directions](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/19/miss-directions/): By: Gary Zenker It’s the same argument every time the two of them are in the car together with me. “Don’t listen to her, she’s telling you the long way. Turn left here and then go straight,” my wife commands.... - ['If Our Sky Was Our Skin' and other poems by Allen Serrano](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/19/if-our-sky-was-our-skin-and-other-poems-by-allen-serrano/): By: Allen Serrano If Our Sky Was Our Skin If our sky was our skin, what color would it be? Pigment dark enough to blaspheme a holy night or fair enough to irradiate the clouds as if heaven was here.... - [Is desensitizing necessary or leading to apathy?](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/19/is-desensitizing-necessary-or-leading-to-apathy/): By: Michelle Kelly The medical industry has an interesting way of functioning. A patient’s wellbeing is in the hands of strangers who are supposed to save their lives or keep them as healthy as possible. Many patients put their complete... - [The Generous Tip](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/19/the-generous-tip/): By Robert Feinstein Back in the seventies, I used to drive a cab on Sundays. It was tough work and I was grateful that hacking, which in those days had nothing to do with computers, was not my full-time job.... - [Science Fiction Haiku and Tanka](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/19/science-fiction-haiku-and-tanka/): By: Denny E. Marshall Science Fiction Haiku black hole each a galaxy black hole deep space probe survives long enough to find got the color wrong all the things you did last month, alien watching on T.V. tonight aliens assure... - [Retirement](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/16/retirement/): By: David Desiderio My wife came home from work early and took me by surprise with the question, “Who were you talking to?” Charlie and I usually held court at the kitchen table where I was sure to hear the... - [Before, in the Beginning](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/16/before-in-the-beginning/): By: ZT Wiser I watched her sitting quietly at the patio table as her company chattered away. The conversation focused on who had been wearing who, and which party had been the most decadent the night before. They erupted into... - [A Dream of Natalie](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/16/a-dream-of-natalie/): By: Michael Summerleigh She had never been late coming home from work. Bonker and Zoom got supper at 5.30 without fail, so when she turned the corner he sensed…knew…something was wrong. The sunset shone through the three high-rise towers to... - [Up All Night](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/13/up-all-night/): By Landon Knepp “The moose is back, shug,” Ron said with some fanfare. He’d see them out in the woods from time to time, but this was the first one to venture into their backyard. And it was his third... - [Xibalba](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/13/xibalba/): By: Chris KasselBy Wim—short for William—lived in a tall apartment building in the middle of a blustery big city. The building had a narrow little staircase and hallways full of stank, but in the rear was an alley where one... - [Why I turned down the offer of the executive producer of the Ellen Degeneres show, etc.](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/11/why-i-turned-down-the-offer-of-the-executive-producer-of-the-ellen-degeneres-show-etc/): By: April Mae M. Berza Last 2012, my American publisher Azaan Kamau emailed me about the possibility of being a guest to the Ellen Degeneres show since A. Lassner, the executive producer, invited all the members of the Letters to... - [Licence to Kill?](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/11/licence-to-kill/): By: Mirela Meister-Terzaki The Troubles in Northern Ireland: a topic that has captured the attention of the entire European continent. Blood curdling events, senseless bombings, tit-for-tat shootings & atrocities that sounded the death knell for 3,700 innocent people; but also... - [Six poems about life in China](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/11/six-poems-about-life-in-china/): By: Ilya Gutner Will to life 1 When life comes to you to take you by the hand then living nature’s hands are fire and there is no such word as No. The beginning of all things is the night... - [I, Sea, Memories](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/11/i-sea-memories/): By: Skye Sweven Sand slips through my fingers. The sky is dusty gray, with a mix of amaranthine glow reminding me that it is dawn. This time of the morning is quiet. Stars, too, must feel this way, as they... - [Poem: Illusions](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/11/poem-illusions/): By Gabriela M cemeteries open tombs scream flesh and bone yellow multiplication of sunsets space and time sink in nervous equations illusions of an unknown speed a crow gets strangled in a myth a morbid verse hangs on a cross... - [What Matilda Wants, Matilda Gets](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/05/what-matilda-wants-matilda-gets/): By Christopher J. Bailey Terrence Roberts opened his eyes as the first rays of sunshine shredded through the closed blinds, heralding the start of a new day. He glanced at his watch: six-thirty. He took a few moments to oust... - [Poem: Walk along a beach](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/05/poem-walk-along-a-beach/): By: Andy Botterill Warming currents of air lift up your memories as never quite before. Exposed now and bare, lying in tatters just out of reach, like dying embers of driftwood washed up on the beach scattered where they fell,... - ['When Paying Respects to the Leader' and other poems by John Grey](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/04/when-paying-respects-to-the-leader-and-other-poems-by-john-grey/): By: John Grey WHEN PAYING RESPECTS TO THE LEADER So there you are, a great anemic Buddha, eyes as blue as coral waters, skin like parchment, hulking rolls of blubber swaddled in gold robe, rear bearing down on a protesting... - [Poem: The dog and I as well as some sounds](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/04/poem-the-dog-and-i-as-well-as-some-sounds/): By: Paweł Markiewicz one dreamy spring day I looked in to brilliant eyes of my pal-dog in to his tender ocular dominance of eternity so that my gentle poem was in the soul perfect delicate now the most marvelous words... - [Recent Unfortunate Events](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/04/recent-unfortunate-events/): By J K Nottingham Stories, Paul felt, were the only pleasure keeping him from leaving this world without care for the consequences. Today a great idea for a story had come to him fully formed. However, with no small amount... - [Poem: Glorious Meditation](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/04/poem-glorious-meditation/): By: Patricia Saunders I am falling in emptiness with no handrail to clutch I am drawing in breath and plunging down passageways I am dim with night, and full of light. My soul takes wings And I am swinging, suspended,... - [The old, the young, and me.](https://literaryyard.com/2019/06/25/the-old-the-young-and-me/): By: Burbuqe Raufi Lately I feel like I have been possessed by an old lady. She had entered my body, my mind and my soul. She is now the pilot of my aircraft, of me. Never invited such an occurrence;... - [Woman On The Lam](https://literaryyard.com/2019/06/25/woman-on-the-lam-2/) - [A children’s playground](https://literaryyard.com/2019/06/19/a-childrens-playground/): By: Garry Poree The cool evening brought a condensed morning dew, clinging to the grass and cobwebs in the schoolyard. As the sun began to rise, boasting her might from the horizon, the moisture started to evaporate. The pendulum had... - [The Garden](https://literaryyard.com/2019/06/19/the-garden/): By: Don Tassone The old man raised his hoe high in the air and brought it down, striking the thick, encrusted soil with all his might. He grimaced and moaned as a pain shot through his arms and into his... - [Poems: 'The Land Where I Belong' n 'Sunday Dreams'](https://literaryyard.com/2019/06/19/poems-the-land-where-i-belong-n-sunday-dreams/): By: Ronald Robin Roy The Land Where I Belong Take me to the land Where freedom is harvested, Where golden sunshine wash away weariness Where koel sings to soothe ears Where ripples in the pond reflect longing dream Where if... - [Loving thy neighbour](https://literaryyard.com/2019/06/19/loving-thy-neighbour/): By: Christine Nanfra “I feel a strong connection to you too Ken, you know that, but we’re both married,” Jane stammered a bit. “Hell, we know each other’s spouses.” She breathed deeply to keep herself from falling, falling into arms... - [In the Port of Odessa](https://literaryyard.com/2019/06/19/in-the-port-of-odessa/): By Gaither Stewart On the day their love affair began Wally and Dietrich were sitting on Rome’s flower-garlanded Spanish Steps. And unlike any other day in either of their lives, their meeting was indelibly stamped in their memories because of... - [Story: Disperse the Gloomy Clouds of Night](https://literaryyard.com/2019/06/12/story-disperse-the-gloomy-clouds-of-night/): By: Ian M. Evans Hannah tucked her two cans of spray paint out of sight behind some of the dead flowers and stepped back to admire her handiwork: red letters, still glistening on a gold background, scrawled across the concrete... - [Story: Grandma’s House](https://literaryyard.com/2019/06/12/story-grandmas-house/): By Claudia Piepenburg The girl had never been inside a mausoleum. She was just a child after all. No one in her family had died yet so she hadn’t attended a funeral or burial. But she was always afraid when... - [Teddy Bear - A Story](https://literaryyard.com/2019/06/11/teddy-bear-a-story/): By Dan O’Neill His name was Diego.He was twenty two, had a medium build and hairless..He was dark skinned.He said he was from Torreon,Mexico,the same place Ricardo Montalban was from.He seemed very proud of this.I told him he was muy... - [The Kowbell Kafe](https://literaryyard.com/2019/06/11/the-kowbell-kafe/): By: James W. White Jessie dropped the letter on his mattress, “What the living hell?” He studied the envelope for the third time. It was addressed to his cousin, Frank Graves, care of Jessie’s address, from Frank’s mother, Joyce Taylor,... - ['Prodigy' and other poems by Mishal Imaan Syed](https://literaryyard.com/2019/06/11/prodigy-and-other-poems-by-mishal-imaan-syed/): By: Mishal Imaan Syed I. Prodigy “c# minor is a healing key.” This is what she tells me, and it is, too So velvet. Softest as the first of winter’s aubade The color of fantaisies and tonalities of remembrance, a... - ['Civilization' n other poems by Milt](https://literaryyard.com/2019/06/11/civilization-n-other-poems-by-milt/): By: Milt Montague Civilization The South Pacific is littered with islands like specks of earths floating in a pool dots of sand on blue more like mountain tops piercing the clouds people have lived there for untold generations happily surviving... - [Poems: 'Reflections on Aging' n 'The Desire'](https://literaryyard.com/2019/06/10/poems-reflections-on-aging-n-the-desire/): By: Christina B. Barrick Reflections on Aging I yearn for the time of youth— when dreams portent of things to be, wishes dance to the heavens, and the celestial skies answer. . . “Yes”. But as the seasons age, some... - [Story: Seven Devils](https://literaryyard.com/2019/06/10/story-seven-devils/): By: J.B. Toner When the unclean spirit comes out of a man, it wanders in dry places seeking rest, and finds it not. Then it saith, I will return to the house which I left. And it brings with it... - [Poem: The Power of a Woman](https://literaryyard.com/2019/06/10/poem-the-power-of-a-woman/): By mbThewriter She can’t stand sexism but she fell in love with men who wear capes to sleep and call themselves feminists. Love is her middle name, but she won’t bite into the candy she receives from a man who... - ['Stars in the Night' and other poems by Ute Carson](https://literaryyard.com/2019/06/10/stars-in-the-night-and-other-poems-by-ute-carson/): By: Ute Carson Stars in the Night I remember many delights. Riding my mare bareback across a meadow. My naked toes brushing the tips of dew-moistened grass. Waking up in my lover’s arms, feeling my heart race. Cradling our baby,... - [Parabolic Poetry by Mickey Kulp](https://literaryyard.com/2019/06/03/parabolic-poetry-by-mickey-kulp/): By Mickey Kulp The bird on the wire The bird on the wire watches me trapped in traffic, caged, going nowhere. I pound the steering wheel, furious at the delay. The bird on the wire has a full belly for... - [Trumped up wars](https://literaryyard.com/2019/06/03/trumped-up-wars/): By William T. Hathaway “Obey me or die!” the orange-haired man threatens the world. “My drones know you’re home, and my missiles don’t miss. I’m Commander in Chief, CinC for short. I’ll sink you into the sea, fry you crisp,... - [Howell's Haunted House](https://literaryyard.com/2019/06/03/howells-haunted-house/): By: Stanford Chigaro Kelvin stopped and looked at the old house to his left. He had passed it every day since he started school three years ago. It was almost like Mrs. Smiths’ house a few blocks away, but the... - ['Daffodil' and other poems by Channie Greenberg](https://literaryyard.com/2019/06/03/daffodil-and-other-poems-by-channie-greenberg/): By: Channie Greenberg Daffodil Cream or gold vanity, expressed during fleeting weeks of wet and sun, You couldn’t work past life’s expectations when your ephemeral nature Limited your seasons. Hence, higgledy-piggledy, you grew on hillsides, In meadows, in middens’ depths,... - ['Peace A Chance' and 'Freedom' by Jay M](https://literaryyard.com/2019/06/03/peace-a-chance-and-freedom-by-jay-m/): By: Jay M Peace A Chance: Hit by wild winds in a forest, Oh, perfidious dance, Of a dark moon, In an unfathomable trance. No speechless birds we, Nor with broken wings, Nay, mirthless in sorrow, In flight, our proud... - [The North Window](https://literaryyard.com/2019/06/03/the-north-window/): By: Judson Blake “There’s a man in that house,” said the child. His face dipped as he spoke. His voice was mewling. Sheila Tamm stepped back to look around the fir trees. It was a house she knew well. She... - [Story: Kool Aid Street](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/30/story-kool-aid-street/): By: Mary Bone The neighbors call me Goldie. The milk put out on the doorstep for me is perfect. I make my rounds on Kool Aid street every day. This block has always been mine since I left my scent... - [2019 Philippine Senatorial Election ](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/30/2019-philippine-senatorial-election/): By: April Mae M. Berza 2019 Philippine Senatorial Election  Creatures from Philippine mythology ran for the senatorial election, the tiyanak was thirsty for flesh  and blood just to remain in his  throne while an old aswang  wanted to avenge his... - [Thing, Mother, Eye: Marie Cardinal’s Words to Say It](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/30/thing-mother-eye-marie-cardinals-words-to-say-it/): By: Ilgın Yıldız “I can’t just speak and say nothing. That’s how we lose ourselves, the poem and I, in the hopeless attempt to write things that burn.”Alejandra Pizarnik, Extracting the Stone of Madness Marie Cardinal’s autobiographical novel Words to... - [Hung Jury](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/30/hung-jury/): By: Alan Berger The depressing envelope in Penny Bankey’s mailbox was surrounded by other depressing envelopes that went by the name of Bill now due. But this envelope out depressed them all as it was a fate worse than death.... - [Story: The Traveling Baker](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/29/story-the-traveling-baker/): By: Ava Zordilla When the doors opened, I knew instantly that these clients were going to put me on the map. The mother walked in wearing a floral Dolce & Gabanna dress, sparkly Valentino pumps and a Prada purse. Her... - [Story: The Bard](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/29/story-the-bard/): By Mark Kodama I. When Nicanor the Bard returned home from the wars in Asia, he was restless. He had made a fortune many times over only to lose everything, save his life. When he left Greece, he was a... - [A Tristful Trio – three poems by Ian Fletcher](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/29/a-tristful-trio-three-poems-by-ian-fletcher/): By: Ian Fletcher Closing Time He died quite suddenly one winter’s morning a man not in his prime yet taken before his time in an unexpected demise. After the funeral in the rain we gather at his local haunt to... - [Story: Bulldozers and Indians](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/29/story-bulldozers-and-indians/): By: Ed Nichols Boyd Johnson lay on the ground under his pickup, working and cussing. It was hot and humid. The ground he lay on was inherited from his daddy, Melton Johnson, and it had been handed down to his... - [Story: The creepy dance of red curly hair!](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/29/story-the-creepy-dance-of-red-curly-hair/): By: Amera Elwesef Her red curly hair has been buried under my grave. I tried my best to touch my bones with my fingers to make sure that what I see is so real. the red curly hair acted the... - [Story: The Last Ride](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/29/story-the-last-ride/): By J. Ross Archer I have had an insatiable urge to travel the back roads of the western United States, an urge I have longed to satisfy for a long time. I have no specific itinerary in mind, no particular... - ['Cracker Jack Box Poem' and other poems by Michael Lee Johnson](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/28/cracker-jack-box-poem-and-other-poems-by-michael-lee-johnson/): By: Michael Lee Johnson Cracker Jack Box Poem I don’t wear my pocket watch anymoreit reminds me of my age, 73, soon more,outdated gadget, time hanging wheremoving parts below don’t belong nor work anymore.I don’t like to think about endings.... - [Poem: My heart sings the blissful song](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/28/poem-my-heart-sings-the-blissful-song/): By: Anupama Mishra In my tranquil mind, I don’t know the reason For what my heart is happy And also do not know the cause of the sadness. The joy comes but doesn’t last long Alas,the sorrow is much familiar... - [Sophie’s Unworthiness – May 19, 1990](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/28/sophies-unworthiness-may-19-1990/): By: Danielle Cralle “You ain’t gonna make it,” she said. Her high-pitched voice reverberated off the tree trunks. Sophie was 10 then. She stood awkwardly on the fat branch high up in the Oak tree as her heart beat so... - [Life’s Little Travel Lists](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/28/lifes-little-travel-lists/): By Mark D. Walker Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—I took the one less traveled by,And that has made all the differenceRobert Frost During my stint as a Peace Corps Volunteer, I was smitten by and would marry... - [Words Unspoken (3): The Power of Woman](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/28/words-unspoken-3-the-power-of-woman/): By: Gaither Stewart On their return home the Hartmanns did not expect to find the same Munich they had fled from two decades earlier. Nonetheless, they were surprised to find what seemed another city altogether. But then, they realized, they... - [Words Unspoken (2)](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/28/words-unspoken-2/): By Gaither Stewart RAMON AND “OPERATION NIKU” CEAUSESCU I met Ramon on a bright October morning at the hour I like to watch the changing colors of the mountains. I was standing near what people in this Alpine village call... - [Poem: School](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/28/poem-school/): By: Anadi Naik My daughter goes to school Dangling her pony tails carefully meshing up her hair She picks up her books in her backpack And starts walking. She walks to the school. It is a ritual. Like many generations... - ['A Conversation Between Father and Son' and other poems by Anupama Bhattacharya](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/28/a-conversation-between-father-and-son-and-other-poems-by-anupama-bhattacharya/): By: Anupama Bhattacharya A Conversation Between Father and Son Son, we all are at war Some for finance Some for romance Most with Chance Between anima-animas. Papa, “Why do we battle?” Not for victory or prosperity, my son. But surely... - [Summer on the Mountain](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/28/summer-on-the-mountain/): By Rachel Medina As the windows went down, the scent of pine filled the car. Cool air rushed in and blew my hair back from my face. I gulped the fresh, crisp mountain air as I drove higher out of... - [Poem: Looking into the mirror](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/28/poem-looking-into-the-mirror/): By Riccardo Corrado Your eyes are so dark and sad, Pitch black like the darkest night; Who are you? Why so much pain in your eyes? Why are you suffering? I would like to help you, my dear, But what... - [Story: Almost](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/28/story-almost/): By: Niles Reddick When he awoke, the first thing, after nature’s call, was to put the Starbuck’s k-cup in the Keurig, check email, scroll Facebook, sip coffee for thirty minutes before shaving, showering, and dressing for the commute into the... - [Beachgoers](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/27/beachgoers/): By: Jeremy Dorfman Mindy pushed open the sliding glass door and stepped out onto the balcony. The salt water scent greeted her with friendly ease. The morning breeze wrapped itself around her nightie, then swirled off, carrying any lingering stress... - [End of an era](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/27/end-of-an-era/): By: Vivek Nath Mishra We used to spend our whole summer in the village where my grandfather and grandmother lived with my aunt and uncle. I remained very excited as the summer vacation approached. My mother would begin packing bags... - [“Waiting For Happily Ever After"](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/27/waiting-for-happily-ever-after/): By: Cindy (McKinley) Alder When I was young, my mom read me fairy tales that ended with …”and they all lived happily ever after”. Oh how powerful those words were to a young girl! They seemed to say to me,... - [Normal Headlines](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/27/normal-headlines/): By: Chris Luu It all started in 1949, on a bright and sunny day. A man walked in town, feeling fresh, feeling fine, feeling ready to slay. He grabbed his Luger and went uber; he made some people pray. Shot... - [I am not human](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/27/i-am-not-human/): By: Monica Bravo I am a tornado that wrecks I am a destroyer of obstacles I am dangerous and powerful Watch your back Such a disaster, Said the news broadcaster Taking you by surprise Tearing up trouble Never go near... - ['Osborne Street, Fall River, Massachusetts' and other poems by Mary Shay McGuire](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/27/osborne-street-fall-river-massachusetts-and-other-poems-by-mary-shay-mcguire/): By: Mary Shay McGuire Osborne Street, Fall River, Massachusetts Of the men that flirted, winked and laughed Of the men that teased that she was a woman at four Of the boy who wanted to touch Of the boy who... - [Poem: Stardom](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/27/poem-stardom/): By: Ian C Smith At the football, always a reminder of innocent joy, a stranger asked if he could sit next to me. Our talk meandered to a famous team of the past. I can’t remember what prompted me to... - [Poem: Imagination Fades Away](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/27/poem-imagination-fades-away/): By: Keona Nguyen It’s a heart, it’s a train. The shape of the clouds, she saw in her young eyes, but now it fades away. Looking up she sees nothing but plain white clouds. Barbie and Ken. Their sound used... - [Taking Everything](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/22/taking-everything/): By: Jaela Manuel The car swerved off into a bumpy road and took an abrupt stop. Abigail heard the door open and slam. Click. Clack. Emma was inching toward the back seat of the car. The sound felt so distinct... - ['Boys' and other poems by Abigail Kipp](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/22/boys-and-other-poems-by-abigail-kipp/): By: Abigail Kipp Boys Loneliness is a worm gnawing at my gut, so I cling to boys who don’t care (flowers promised but never given). It wiggles its way through me so I can’t ignore it making me cry. Loneliness... - [Lending a Helping Paw](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/22/lending-a-helping-paw/): By: Jaide Lin The Kingdom of Felines was alive with whispered rumors of a three-legged dog that arrived at the gate of the fortress, bearing the royal seal. Peering over the parapets, frantic guards immediately rushed to arrange an escort... - [Poem: Honeymoon Dirge](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/22/poem-honeymoon-dirge/): By: Edmund Weisberg Unsettling. Unfathomable. Shocking. Surreal. To be sitting there eating As the bridegroom lay dying. Of course, we had no clue at the time. There had been an accident, we were told. The ceremony, it was hoped, Would... - [Poem: Is that the answer?](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/21/poem-is-that-the-answer/): By: Liza Jessica Marie What do you do when the answer doesn’t make any sense? When A doesn’t equal B and the answer is Z? Does it makes sense to everybody but, me? When asked a question you expect an... - [Correct Mistake](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/21/correct-mistake/): By Eric Burbridge Maxwell Lowe, a murdering short-tempered muscular MMA champion of Penal Colony Alpha twenty miles off the coast of Chicago was admitted to minimum security for minor surgery. His stretcher stopped at the surgical unit while the scanners... - [Poem: Tell the story](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/21/poem-tell-the-story/): By: J. Sheeba Tell the story, The storms and the whirls, Keep repeating twirls and twirls. Along life’s rugged roads, Tempest and thunder, But I tread, still I wonder! The river of trails, For darkness gathers, Me never hide not,... - ['Working Out at the Y' and other poems by E. Martin Pedersen](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/21/working-out-at-the-y-and-other-poems-by-e-martin-pedersen/): By: E. Martin Pedersen What is Happiness? I see two old people walk Our height and weight What is happiness? Will the radical ideas Of youth at least Provide comic relief If not solace In the third age As our... - [Denizens](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/20/denizens/): 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 bar, long and curved like a piano, immediately... - [Poem: Once](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/20/poem-once-2/): 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 the tree was felled by hired men and... - [Three Journeys](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/20/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, journeys have always mattered so much more than... - [A momentous day](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/20/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 you are fortunate enough not to be pulled... - [Poem: Human](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/20/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 humanity is inhuman There are no more cracks... - [Negative Butterfly Effect](https://literaryyard.com/2019/05/15/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 veins of blood. “Want to see my flat... - [Favoritism towards outsiders or the culture of misery](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/11/favoritism-towards-outsiders-or-the-culture-of-misery/): By Colin James According to this mapthe library has a back entrance.Sex is alright but afterwardsI’ll need to be alone for a few daysso we better use the main entrance.You can never be sure what to expect.I”m thinking about moviesthat... - ['Good Question' and other poems by Gale Acuff](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/11/good-question-and-other-poems-by-gale-acuff/): By: Gale Acuff Good Question I’ll be dead one day and done with all thislife that gets in my way so that I can’tlive and I guess that you kill death off by dying, that’s kind of funny, ironic’swhat a... - [Sing to me Achilles’ Rage: A Moderately Amusing Dialogue Conducted by a Trained Snarkographer](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/11/sing-to-me-achilles-rage-a-moderately-amusing-dialogue-conducted-by-a-trained-snarkographer/): By: Atticus Ellis I met an old friend for drinks one afternoon, ostensibly to ‘catch up’ on the relevant goings-on of our respective lives since our last encounter (the hiatus had been considerable, about a year), but more immediately to... - [Brushing Hair](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/11/brushing-hair/): By: Michal Reiben A young Finnish woman wakes us up in the morning and supervises over us as we get dressed; she swiftly endeavors to tie my tangly hair back in a band but doesn’t succeed. “I don’t have time... - [All The Things You Are](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/09/all-the-things-you-are/): By: Yash Seyedbagheri oh, country road, you carve outstreams sparkling, whispering a hushedjourney along hillsides, up and downwater glimmering in the sunlightand even in gray shadowswhile the toilet paper disappearsinto selfishness, you whisper your whooshing hush while the elderly and... - ['Of parrots and friends' and other poems by Vern Fein](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/09/of-parrots-and-friends-and-other-poems-by-vern-fein/): By: Vern Fein OF PARROTS AND FRIENDS After my wife’s weekly visit with her friendwho has early Altzeihmer’s, she sheds quiet tears,I listen to her speak of creeping dissolution. On our honeymoon, I got to know who I wed,watched her... - [Palghar Lynching](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/07/palghar-lynching/): By Chandra Shekhar Dubey They came to uscharged us of felonyhounded and handed overto a mob with arms, sticks and spears.They kicked us beating with sticksBlood oozed from our bodymixing red with the saffronour cries got lost in their orgyof... - [Make it](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/07/make-it/): By: Alan Berger Here are some wordsThat I wrote one dayWhen it allWent the wrong wayAnd the world that I rent inLeft me speechlessNothing to say Make it all go awayOr have it swing with my sway Here is a... - [Barry the Barracuda](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/06/barry-the-barracuda/): By Dennis Robleski A barracuda’s concerns are few, especially for those that live along the coast of Bimini in the westernmost district of the Bahamas feeding on the plentiful fish around the expansive coral reef.  They have few natural predators... - ['Passing Headlights' and other poems by David Francis](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/06/passing-headlights-and-other-poems-by-david-francis/): By: David Francis Passing Headlights All I want to do is connect with youI’ve tried too hard, I’ve tried too softI’ve come in at anglesand I’ve been direct I’ve tried too hard I’ve frowned and I’ve smiledI’ve stayed awayand I’ve... - [Casper](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/05/casper/): By: J. Cassidy Hawthorne For Teddy I remember my first day. It was cold as Hell. It was the kind of cold where each thought you had was interrupted by another, single thought: it’s cold. I thought my nipples were going... - [Stopping by a Neighbor’s House on a Summer Morning](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/05/stopping-by-a-neighbors-house-on-a-summer-morning-2/): By Mark Kodama I.          The Walk             I am ill.  I have stage 2 bone marrow cancer and diabetes 2.  So my doctors told me I needed to take more walks, get more exercise.  So this morning I took a... - [God’s Unlikely Hero](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/02/gods-unlikely-hero/): By: Jeff Watkins Wearing only scanty panties, Corporal Rochana Toch (a female Cambodian emigrant who looks like a skinny prepubescent girl) seductively, sinuously sways toward Corporal Daniel Selnick, murmuring, “Me so horny. Me give you beaucoup suckee fuckee.”  An expression... - [Surprise](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/02/surprise/): By: Jeff Watkins “You have a beautiful baby boy, Miss Selnick. You can hold him for a while, and then we’ll get him all cleaned up.” “No. I don’t want to hold him. He’s so icky! His ears—he has black... - [The Red Velvet Cupcake Murders](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/02/the-red-velvet-cupcake-murders/): By Mark Kodama (Inspired by “A Taste of Friendship” by Shawn KlimekAnd used with his permission.) I.          The Condo             It was the greatest birthday party ever: raucous singing, lunatic dancing, and heavy drinking. Hermann, the neighbor below me, repeatedly... - [Overnight](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/02/overnight/): By: Alan Berger A lot can happen overnightContinue again and make it right I could come over thereYou could come over hereWill not be meeting in the middleThe middle disappeared You may go to bed a loserDreaming of gone loversThe... - [Edward Hopper](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/01/edward-hopper/): By: Alan Ford A hotel lobbyinhabited by solitudeimpersonal arrivals, nameless departuresa clock stops as time passes no one communicatesjust unsigned promises,broken words no one speaksonly spirits listen woman in a windowroom unfurnished by loveunrequited and unrestoredas blinds of life unroll... - [Free woman](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/01/free-woman/): By Rehema Kasanga Today we celebrate woman and freedoms she currently has.As she’s free to be her true self in this day and age. the self we recognize.the self we have shaped and forced her to become over decades of... - [A Cabin in the woods](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/30/a-cabin-in-the-woods/): By: Ruth Z. Deming My word! How could we have gotten so old? Most of us are eighty years old. Yet we have our annual trip to Marlene’s cabin in the deep woods of New Jersey. I woke up early.... - [Poems: 'Course of Action' and 'Step up'](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/30/poems-course-of-action-and-step-up/): By: Ali Grimshaw Course of Action In the next week of tomorrowsthree months planned processthird Wednesday penned. Your proposal for this daythe one you think is comingneatly folded, in its unopened box. Morning coffee in hand whenthe unimaginable drops. Limbs... - ['An Illusion in The Bright Mirror of Eternity' and other poems by Chinese Poet Hongri Yuan](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/30/an-illusion-in-the-bright-mirror-of-eternity-and-other-poems-by-chinese-poet-hongri-yuan/): By Chinese Poet Hongri YuanTranslated by Yuanbing zhang An Illusion in The Bright Mirror of Eternity Every day is an illusion in the bright mirror of eternity. You see yourself from teenager to white hair, as if you are a... - ['Gnarled feet' and other poems by Abasiama Udom](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/29/gnarled-feet-and-other-poems-by-abasiama-udom/): By: Abasiama Udom TO THEM Bring the gin and beer,let us call again to themwho even before us have gone.Let us bring our problems and a sacrifice,lifting the shouting hen.Let us again remember our lineage and fathers,in memory of them... - ['Aeromexico' and other poems by James Croal Jackson](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/28/aeromexico-and-other-poems-by-james-croal-jackson/): By: James Croal Jackson Aeromexico I sit alone in this two-seat rowand the cabin lights are off. I cannot locate the clouds beneaththe wing’s intermittent flashing– my only light its metronome.It’s my fault I don’t know Spanish and understood so... - [Relishing the last sweet bite before it all ends in Harjo’s 'Perhaps the World Ends here'](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/28/relishing-the-last-sweet-bite-before-it-all-ends-in-harjos-perhaps-the-world-ends-here/): By Hiba Heba A kitchen table is ornamented with the paragons of humanity. It is the beginning, as well as the end of the world. Joy Harjo and her pensiveness record history around a kitchen table in her spellbinding, homely... - [The book ‘Songs of Suicide’ by Onkar Sharma shifts spotlight to the complex subject of suicide](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/28/the-book-songs-of-suicide-by-onkar-sharma-shifts-spotlight-to-the-complex-subject-of-suicide/): In a recent cover launch of his poetry collection titled ‘Songs of Suicide’, Onkar Sharma revealed the reason why he penned poems with an underlying theme of suicide. He argued that it is critical to extend a helping hand to... - ['Plague Poems' by J. K. Durick](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/28/plague-poems-by-j-k-durick/): By: J. K. Durick Plague Poem for Day Eleven I remember all the saints’ lives from school – Sister Mary putting on an LP and there they’d be – martyrdom in various forms and miracles of every sort. Violence and... - [The COVID-19 Crisis: Namaste!](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/28/the-covid-19-crisis-namaste/): By: Jamal Siddiqui Humanity is in danger as it passes through tough times due to this pandemic. The Indian greeting system Namaste and the Muslim system of doing Ablution have become essential things for humanity. Making the practice of Namaste... - [Down the Saco](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/28/down-the-saco/): By: Christopher Johnson “God, it’s cold!” he bellowed. He felt as though he had immersed his feet and ankles into a bucket of ice water. Skeeter just laughed. “Pick it up, Dad! You’ll get used to it!” Skeeter, being 12... - [Diamonds Scar Forever](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/27/diamonds-scar-forever/): By: Josh Adair As soon as she told me I had the job, I couldn’t stop hearing Shirley Bassey and dreaming of De Beers commercials. I felt certain selling jewelry would expose me to a distinctive, sophisticated clientele, sure to... - [Corona's Ghost](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/26/coronas-ghost/): By Chandra Shekhar Dubey There lived an old, lanky monkIn the city of WuhanHe had a staff and a piped gourd pitcher               Hanging down his hump.Once a man called Cring Pring            Walked down his esoteric denGreeting majestically he sat by... - [The Good Neighbor](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/26/the-good-neighbor/): By Bill Wilkinson It had been a few days since my neighbor last messaged me to get stuff for him when the disturbance happened over at his place. A noise startled me awake. It was 2:22 in the morning according... - ['Breathing' and other poems by Cauvery Chauhan](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/25/breathing-and-other-poems-by-cauvery-chauhan/): By Cauvery Chauhan Breathing The vehicles walking,The clouds moving,The birds have disappeared. The red, yellow, white, and purple hueIs baking the dusk. The wind blowing,The victory preaching,The vision has become clear. The music, screams, and chatteringIs welcoming the glorious end... - ["Moments of Choice" and other poems by Dagen Kipling](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/25/moments-of-choice-and-other-poems-by-dagen-kipling/): By: Dagen Kipling Moments of Choice Grey clouds summersault across the skywhite lines of whipped creamcrisscrossed alongthe backdrop of metallic paint blueelectric cobalt appliedto the side ofa 97 mustang the car you let me driveprom night the one that I... - ['Dying on a Monday' and other poems by Holly Day](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/24/dying-on-a-monday-and-other-poems-by-holly-day/): By: Holly Day Dying on a Monday I feel her growing quieter beneath the pressure of my handsflops and flutters like a butterfly drenched in oil, only a few moments moreand there will be no more cheerleader left to tell... - [Flying](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/24/flying/): By: Michal Reiben Anna climbs her dear friend, the Wellingtonia tree quickly and easily for she knows its every branch; it’s a giant of a tree, an evergreen with down swept branches, a rough, noduled bark, dense foliage, and little... - [Eric Delaviere](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/24/eric-delaviere/): By: Nyse Vicente I hadn’t seen it thenEric DelaviereThe glinting eye, Phoebus light hanging upon the curve of your cheek, or the soft smile, lifted eyes, brows rose as we played in the forestChild’s gameWhen our parents called out to... - ['The Crow' and other poems by John Tustin](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/23/the-crow-and-other-poems-by-john-tustin/): By: John Tustin THE CROW Some people have the bluebird in their heart,Some have the raven.Some the gentle sparrow,Some the brutal hawk.There is the crow in my heartAnd he eats my humanityAnd replaces it with sorrowIn the anonymous dark.  ###... - ['The Image' and other poems by Katrenia Busch](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/23/the-image-and-other-poems-by-katrenia-busch/): By: Katrenia Busch The Image In the midst of the nightDeep within darkness foundLost to vision or sightWhere my soul was once bound Searching through confinementSearching without restSearching that was constantSearching that was obsessed In the midst of a visionThat... - [The Last Day of School](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/22/the-last-day-of-school/): By Mark Kodama             It was the last day of school. Horace Mann High School was closing for good. The school – only twelve years old – was the model for the future. That is why they shut it down.... - [SS: Salt and Seen](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/22/ss-salt-and-seen/): By: Tammy L. Breitweiser The salt shaker leaps from the counter and clatters. The granules form a spiral on the yellow linoleum floor. Among the curls of age, the white crystalline substance is a winding stream of exfoliant. No waste... - [Sea Creature, Land Creature](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/22/sea-creature-land-creature/): By: Supriya Rakesh She stood still, still as time. Toes immersed in lavish soft sands, soft waves rhythmically unfurling and colliding at her bare feet. Humid breeze ruffling through her hair, making it unruly, free-willed.  The occasional salty spray in... - ['The Idea Of Me' and other poems by Theresa C. Gaynord](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/21/the-idea-of-me-and-other-poems-by-theresa-c-gaynord/): By: Theresa C. Gaynord The Idea Of Me I realize I tend to surround myselfaround fears and self-protection,an emotionally tough lesson I learnedfrom very early on; the women in mylife, my teachers. I get like thissometimes, insecure, scared, anythingbut confident.... - [Roman Fury](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/20/roman-fury/): By Atticus Ellis “Marcus, I wish you’d just let me kill you without demur. I never like to make things messy.” “In that case, Gaius, you just might have quite the mess to clean up.” These were the opening jibes... - [Hello, Atticus](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/20/hello-atticus/): By Atticus Ellis Naughty boy, your verse will do you badUnless you cloak the name that you once hadBehind a crafty pseudonym at once.Heed me, and don’t play the heroic dunce. Every stanza can be fraught with dire risk.You need... - [City Beneath the Sea](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/20/city-beneath-the-sea/): By Mark Kodama I. The Launch             It was part of a scientific experiment gone awry, a top secret government program to prove that human beings could travel into the future at the speed of light. It was only to... - [A Very Famous Breakfast](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/20/a-very-famous-breakfast/): By Sasheera Mehrani Gounden A countless number of studies have proven that consuming a healthy breakfast daily enhances concentration levels and boosts metabolism. Strawberries, blueberries, bananas and a glass of freshly squeezed apple or orange juice are healthy breakfast alternatives.... - [Little Secret](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/19/little-secret/): By Ramprasath Rengasamy     I was in a hurry. I double-checked if I have taken the NY pizza that I bought in New York, an hour ago. While running, in my mind, over the things that I might have forgotten... - [Safe and Un-sound](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/19/safe-and-un-sound/): By: Alan Berger It was not a blind date. It was a deaf date. I’ve always had a problem telling people, not my pets, people, how I truly feel. There was no getting anything off my chest unless my mouth... - [The Tree of Knowledge](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/18/the-tree-of-knowledge/): By: Alexander Kemp June 2014                 We landed on Earth just after sunset. My two comrades and I adjusted to our new human forms. Our life forces were now tied to these fallible bodies. This was the last opportunity to... - [To Sleep](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/17/to-sleep/): By: A. Elizabeth Herting Once upon a time, I used to sleep. Dull sunlight trickled into his cell. It was painful; a single yellow beam straining to be seen through a tiny, grime-encrusted window. The shadows of the bars crept... - [Semper Scriptor Novus](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/17/semper-scriptor-novus/): By: Atticus Ellis Naughty boy, your verse will do you badUnless you cloak the name that you once hadBehind a crafty pseudonym at once.Heed me, and don’t play the heroic dunce. Every stanza can be fraught with dire risk.You need... - ['Helix in B-Coil' and other poems by Selina Whiteley](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/17/helix-in-b-coil-and-other-poems-by-selina-whiteley/): By: Selina Whiteley Helix in B-Coil After Alan Ginsberg, “A Supermarket in California”Foucault, I see you, frail and gaunt, your pneumatic lungs,collapsing, as with rasped breaths you flirtwith that dark-haired paramedic.Do you not think of your Defert? We need him... - ['The Outspoken' and other poems by Sivaprasad. V](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/16/the-outspoken-and-other-poems-by-sivaprasad-v/): By: Sivaprasad. V The Outspoken They say it’s made in the HeavenMen tie the knot to make it happen on Earth.To the disciples of Comte it’s a permanent social legal contract.The society’s nod for sleeping together. A few are destined... - [Lockdown](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/16/lockdown/): By: Ria Banerjee  The vicious tentacles ofa fatal virusengirdles the world in alethal coil.The world gasps for breath,frantically choking, coughing andspewing out sputumand venom.It is a barricaded battle fieldof the living andthe dead.Or, perhaps of theliving dead.People go back and... - [In Transit](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/16/in-transit/): By: Michael Summerleigh Aaron looked around at the empty apartment…sunrise through naked windows setting newly-emancipated dust motes to dancing…a table and a chair…the laboured hum of the old refrigerator now reprieved from cooling anything at all… In the freezer was... - ['Leftovers' and other poems by Fabrice B. Poussin](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/16/leftovers-and-other-poems-by-fabrice-b-poussin/): By: Fabrice B. Poussin Leftovers The select few in assembly had taken a huge biteof a feast destined to a multitude of destitutethose in rags who erred from scrap to crumblequietly, abandoned dogs of skin and bone. Incongruous bursts of... - [Slum](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/16/slum/): By: Alan Berger We leave them to die  It’s not their faultThey don’t have the toolsIn their head vaultsTo make a fine life In every cityThere they areHere they stayHere they comeWelcome to your paradiseWe would be rather gratefulIf you keep... - [Just another book club](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/16/just-another-book-club/): By: Jill Olson Clinking glasses intermingled with twitters of laughter.  Bethany had put on a great spread for us to graze on, as we discussed this month’s book.  The fire crackled, whispering its presence while coupled with the aroma of... - ['Everything is fucked' and other poems by Mike Zone](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/15/everything-is-fucked-and-other-poems-by-mike-zone/): By: Mike Zone Everything is fucked Writing poetryhoney-comb moonAllan in purple dream hazein search of toilethe just didn’t have the heart to tell herhe wasn’t the manshe was searching forthe night beforeeverything fuckednationalized pizza deliveryhobo’s hosting baby knife fights ###... - [Worship Uniformity](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/15/worship-uniformity/): By: Stephen Kingsnorth This eyrie place,is it maids’ garret or penthouse space,servant peephole surveying classor milling subjects from royal box,pink plaza market peopled underneath? A portrait gallery:summer clothes brought out for wear,sunshine fashions unwrapping scare,swaddled usually from view,hairless legs displayed... - [Fresh Ground](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/14/fresh-ground/): By: Jake Puffenberger He took his life like he took his coffeeLight on the sweetenerHeavy on the creamJust enough to take away the harsh edgeBoldFreshHe made it himself, alwaysNo coffee shops or machinesSomething valuable about the processHe sipped it slowlySavored... - ['Music of Life' and other poems by Ed Krizek](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/14/music-of-life-and-other-poems-by-ed-krizek/): By: Ed Krizek Music of Life There is beauty in silence.Nature still has somethingto teach us. The birdssing along with the car enginesand motorcycles. Muffled hallwayconversations. Doors openingand closing. Dogs barking.The music of lifeproduces a concertowhile I lie peacefully, waiting.... - [Aftermath](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/14/aftermath/): By: Ed Krizek After the episode everything was different. No one really knew what happened.  I certainly didn’t.  There was an explosion in the warehouse.  I was in aisle 12B looking for a piece of a cystoscope when I heard... - ['Kum Kum' and other poems by Stephen Kingsnorth](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/14/kum-kum-and-other-poems-by-stephen-kingsnorth/): By: Stephen Kingsnorth Kum Kum This Katra cell behind the police lineknows Yamuna’s confluence nearby,Uttar’s Sangam trinity,mythical togetherness of three,uneasy two in dim forgotten outskirt. Kum Kum with sick uncle encamp,roundel wagons ofbelievers Bible bodycircling hurricanes glowthen darker Hindu doubt.... - [The Yang of Travel: Traveling Solo](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/13/the-yang-of-travel-traveling-solo/): By Mark Walker “What is life but a series of inspired follies? The difficulty is to find them to do. Never lose a chance: it doesn’t come every day.” –George Bernard Shaw, Pygmalion I began my global journey in the... - ['On sanity as you age' and other poems by Ilhem Issaoui](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/13/on-sanity-as-you-age-and-other-poems-by-ilhem-issaoui/): By: Ilhem Issaoui On sanity as you age a bit of sanity as you age would do you good, they tellIt builds a house and a futureand gives some weight to your gossamery existenceI close my dooronly to wear her... - [When You Come Undone](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/12/when-you-come-undone/): By: Ram Govardhan Like most of us, Vedantam Rajagopalan is a friendly intender chap and, unlike most of us, too proud of his cerebral endowments. His Churchillian obsession with English and punctuation, particularly the Oxford comma, always baffled his New... - ['SPARTACUS' and other poems by Wayne F. Burke](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/12/spartacus-and-other-poems-by-wayne-f-burke/): By Wayne F. Burke SPARTACUS “Panorama-vision” the big sell of themovies, back in the early 60’s, theornate theater (to my 12 year old eyes)in the neighboring townthe cushioned chairin the semi-darknessouch!hit in the head bya Juicy Fruit candythrown by a... - [The Treehouse of Broken Dreams](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/12/the-treehouse-of-broken-dreams/): By: Steve Carr A giant oak tree, said to be over two hundred years old, stood alone in a field behind Ulysses Parnice’s property. The tree had been called Old Poor Boy for as long as anyone in the town... - [Buongiorno, Tristezza—Good Morning, Sadness](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/12/buongiorno-tristezza-good-morning-sadness/): By Gaither Stewart It happens, admittedly not often, in fact infrequently, but it happens that it snows here in the spring even though foreigners think our city is nearly tropical. Here at only fifty-two meters over sea level, at 41°53’30”... - [Rewriting Scars](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/12/rewriting-scars/): By: Kaitlin Packer I woke with my pajamas wet against my shoulder blades and my hair soaked through at the base of my neck. Jumping out of bed, I opened my computer and squinted at the email that came through... - [Sanctuary Inc.](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/12/sanctuary-inc/): By: Guy Preston My friend Arthur bought a dog. In the beginning, things went well with his dog: they would spend time together and, over time, Arthur grew fond of his dog. They would go to the beach together and... - [Quiescence](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/12/quiescence/): By Ryan Collins             The Spring when Danny and Sarah decided to start a family was the same Spring the earth stalled and the seasons never changed again. No one realized this at first, of course. The winter was gray... - [The Will Wraith](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/11/the-will-wraith/): By: Sterling Warner “Did it happen again?” “Uh-huh! This time my heart beat faster, Gil, and I could swear I heard high pitched voices speaking in some foreign language, ordering me to do something.” “Sit down, Smithy, and hold my... - [Hero of the People](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/11/hero-of-the-people/): By Mark Kodama We were bound and broken,Surrounded by enemies.All hope seemed lost.When from the darknessA lone rider emerged,A knight in shining armor,A hero to save the people.Why can’t that be you? - [Father](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/10/father/): By: Erik Barca “Marcus, please stay the week. Dad needs you.” “He doesn’t want me around.  I’ll need to rearrange my work. I can only stay through Wednesday, maybe.” “But I can’t take care of him until Saturday …  Yes,... - [Heroes](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/10/heroes/): By: James Bates “I wish you could swim,” Camden told Megan. “Like the dolphins.”             They were downtown, sitting outside having just finished lunch at a favorite cafe. She sent off a final text to her mother, set the phone... - [The Gathering](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/10/the-gathering/): By: Peter Astle “You can’t be serious,” Jane said. “You’ll be thrown in jail.”             Paul shrugged. “We might as well be in jail. Besides, this is important. It’s just one night.”             “It’s martial law,” Jane reminded him. “Public... - [The Freezer](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/10/the-freezer/): By Mark Kodama I.      He never did anything. He did not work; he did not help around the house. He just sat around, collecting his pension. She did all the work. She worked full time as a secretary. When... - ['Skin-Touch of Love' and other poems by Nancy Diamante Bonazzoli](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/09/skin-touch-of-love-and-other-poems-by/): By: Nancy Diamante Bonazzoli Skin-Touch of Love Ferocious night. We left him there;his inhalator gone silentas his heartbeat. We slam the car doors,surrender to grief. You turn the key.Windshield wipers echohis ghost-dance rhythms. Defroster on the fritz,our exhalations fog,dripping sheen.... - [Exotic Vacation](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/09/exotic-vacation/): By Ramprasath Rengasamy I took deep breath. I then approached the school ground where there was heavy crowd. The school was at the foot of Banjar hills. The passing clouds could only touch the waist of the hills and yet... - [Wings Are Just Fans](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/09/wings-are-just-fans/): By: Dr. J. Sheeba I heard my Foremother sayWe had freedom to eat… They said, women are kitchen spidersTheir world lies there.She was the monarch, decidingWhat nutriment could be cateredTo kings at home.“We have plenty, be silent at home.Wings are... - [The Pocket-size Project](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/08/the-pocket-size-project/): By: John F Zurn There exist many experiments that remain unknown because of the desire for government secrecy.   However, many secret programs are kept secret because they are so provocative – or foolish – that few would believe they could... - [Disconnected](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/08/disconnected/): By: Kathleen Kempert “I don’t feel like I fit into your life anymore,” I type into the phone.  I look at the words before I hit send, my index finger hovering, daring me to press it.  I watch the words... - ['Sensitivity Train' and other poems by Ryan Quinn Flanagan](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/08/sensitivity-train-and-other-poems-by-ryan-quinn-flanagan/): By: Ryan Quinn Flanagan If There is Skin in Your Soup, You Are Probably Eating it Wrong I am on a diet.I will not eat anything for 40 million and one days.My head will hurt, but that just means it’s... - [The Way We* Live Now](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/08/the-way-we-live-now/): By: Mary Rohrer-Dann *We, who are still fortunate in all the many privileges of privilege.                         (with respect to Susan Sontag)             Good Morning America and the too-aptly named Eleventh Hour bookend our days. We watch the stock market... - [Poems by Simon Perchik](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/08/poems-by-simon-perchik-2/): By: Simon Perchik *Hot milk, half with butterfliesand the cup helps you thinkwhat happened happened clearly letting her blouse open so one breastcooled before the other though youare 5 going on 5½, tugging a blanket from far away as nap... - ['I say proudly' and other poems by Preston Chan](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/06/i-say-proudly-and-other-poems-by-preston-chan/): By: Preston Chan I say proudly… Another person couldn’t say it.Just … couldn’t say it.The disdained fear embodied her visible complexion —Fear that wasn’t there just two moments ago. “It’s a hearing aid,”I’ll always say,Like the sound of a neglected,... - [The Mission](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/06/the-mission/): By: Fred Miller Part I: The Promised Land It was her supervisor at the hospital who had asked during an appraisal interview – did Angela enjoy bookkeeping? Well, why didn’t she consider an accounting degree from the local state university,... - ['Crows, waters, trees' and other poems by Linda M Crate](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/04/crows-waters-trees-and-other-poems-by-linda-m-crate/): By: Linda M Crate crows, waters, trees i have alwaysworked hard,learned the valueof it froma young age;disciplined and witha strong will power i wonder howsimilar or differentour lives wereshe who shared the same soul our names and livesare different,but we... - ['Mystery' and other poems by Joseph Hope](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/03/mystery-and-other-poems-by-joseph-hope/): By: Joseph Hope Mystery The mystery of living takes a Sharp jab at our wits Loosly we hang all our lifes, trying to Learn how to live And at the end, like in the Beginning we still don’t have a... - [How Being an Aunt Prepared Me to be a Mother](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/03/how-being-an-aunt-prepared-me-to-be-a-mother/): By Abby Fortune I am not a mother. I have never carried a baby in my belly, nor have I brought life into this world. Aside from having pets that I do consider my babies, the closest I’ve ever been... - [A new beginning](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/03/a-new-beginning/): By: Bruce Levine Four days into the current cycle Brian asked himself if this was really what he wanted to do. It wasn’t that anything was very difficult and certainly within the framework of his expertise. But simply going through... - [Plastic Breath](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/02/plastic-breath/): By: Alfredo Salvatore Arcilesi  After seven days of intolerable confinement, Izzy decided that this foggy afternoon was the right time to free herself. And, if she could manage, Clara. She had been testing her crippled body since the morning darkness,... - [Poems by Aruna Subramanian](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/02/poems-by-aruna-subramanian/): By: Aruna Subramanian 1Time is THE best friendone could chance upon.It’d peel off certain masksto save you from fallinginto the trap of illusion.Befriend time!! 2.Our planet’s becomethan abode of walking machines.Synthetics rule over nature.Ballooning expectationsblowing away relations.Humane heartssuffocate to breathamidst... - [The Pet Nana](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/01/the-pet-nana/): By: Ahming Zee People were swarming in heading straight to the pet lady as she was taking kittens one by one out of her carrier and into a big cage. Everyone in the Pet World knew her, and her all,... - [QUESTIONS & ANSWERS](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/01/questions-answers/): By Eric Burbridge             Tuesday was the best day of the week to do any kind of business. This Tuesday the weather was warm, sunny with no wind. Toledo Parfit said, “I got a surprise for you be ready in... - ['After the Siege' and other poems by Dave Whippman](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/01/after-the-siege-and-other-poems-by-dave-whippman/): By: Dave Whippman AFTER THE SIEGE According to the poetsThis is how it ended: the tall towersstill ablaze, me struggling in my husband’s armsas he dragged me to the waiting galleys.I yearned, they say,to join my love among the dead,... - [The Fearless](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/01/the-fearless/): By: Colin James I’m leaning against a flagpole.It’s moving a bit in the windenough for prophesies of nauseawithout being political,besides the obvious bias.Flag not currently flying,the rope is clanging, echoingfrom the poles hollow center.I’m not thin enough to be inconspicuous.Some... - [The Martian Chronicles II: The Rescue](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/01/the-martian-chronicles-ii-the-rescue/): By Mark Kodama      The one hundred rockets dropped from the thin Martian sky, individually, in bunches and finally by dozens before they slammed against the red dirt, like a fireworks show, first isolated bursts of light, then simultaneous bursts... - [Standing at 50 Years of Komsomol Crossroads](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/23/standing-at-50-years-of-komsomol-crossroads/): By: Dmitry Blizniuk Black wet treescarefullystep out of the curdled space.Unsteady black tusks.A crow flies down onto a branch and sticks to it,grows into the tree,enters it as if it were a black house,becomes its part, its fidgety organ,its restless... - [Lynching at Afton Canyon](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/23/lynching-at-afton-canyon/): By Mark Kodama I. The Poker Game I try not to think about what happened that day at Afton Canyon. Nobody here in Hadleysville ever talks about it. But today is the anniversary of the events. I am sure it... - ['End' and other poems by Christine Bolton](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/22/end-and-other-poems-by-christine-bolton/): By: Christine Bolton END Evening touches the last light Before it covers in its darkness My heart swathed in mourning threads and face immobilized in hardness In the end they say it is black This must surely be where I... - [Baxter's secret](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/22/baxters-secret/): By: Eric Burbridge Being born and raised in this state I’ve seen the worst criminals sit in their cells awaiting execution in surroundings that half the world would envy. These individuals are the worse of the worse, the vermin who... - [Brotherly Love](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/21/brotherly-love/): By: James Bates We were walking home at sunset from the neighborhood rink, skates swings from the blades of our hockey sticks. Little Eddie was eight years old, younger than me by three years and smaller by a head and... - ['Fallible' and other poems by Elryn Westerfield](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/20/fallible-and-other-poems-by-elryn-westerfield/): By: Elryn Westerfield Fallible I am fallible, Fall-able; I am my musings, imitations, Mutations; I am an imposter, Postulator. I hand out my lily Lies, As plucked petals of fiction, Not to deceive To swindle or misinform – but… To... - [Enter the dragon](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/20/enter-the-dragon/): By: Mark Kodama Each step creaked as he ascended the stairs. His footsteps were light on the carpet. The door knob to her bedroom clicked. He lifted her thick cotton comforter and slipped into her bed. The mattress sagged and... - [I keep forgetting...](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/19/i-keep-forgetting/): By: Annapurani Vaidyanathan That at home or away, I’m always bound by rules. That, I don’t have the privilege to choose. That, I will always be judged, whether I win my battles or lose. That, to muster the courage to... - [File numero X11V](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/19/file-numero-x11v/): By: Ken W Simpson Apathy You can tell an America the truth but you can’t make it think. The Fake Race An elephant in every room smoke and mirrors and clowns dressed as candidates for the presidency of Wall Street.... - [Poems: 'Early Morning' n 'Physical Eyes'](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/19/poems-early-morning-n-physical-eyes/): By: Rex Chilcote Early Morning It’s early in the morning when the only sounds you hear are the hum of the refrigerator and the stray car going down the road. If you are quite, you can hear the divine. Other... - [Ageless](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/17/ageless/): By: Alan Berger It looks like someoneBeen chewing on my noseToo much sunAnd coke I supposeWhere I left my keysWho the Hell knowns?My pants are to bigFor my prick and my assGlass half empty or half fullWhat glass are you... - ['Colors' and other poems by Phillip Knight Scott](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/17/colors-and-other-poems-by-phillip-knight-scott/): By: Phillip Knight Scott  colors I love you as 
 the night
 hangs gently from your brow, playing towards 
 a twinkle, determined to turn your lips ( 
 revealing the bliss 
 meant for us)
 gentle red. I love... - ['Terpischore' and other poems by Mahala Spillers](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/16/terpischore-and-other-poems-by-mahala-spillers/): By: Mahala Spillers Terpsichore Leather bound arcane gesture; I feel it on my pulse. As I yield my wrists up to you, Terpishore sways between the air gaps, Busting the pipeline alive for you to hear. Can’t you see that... - [Field Marshal Sam Maneckshaw](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/16/field-marshal-sam-maneckshaw/): By: Ram Govardhan On a cold February morning in 2007, President Abdul Kalam’s motorcade was an hour away from Coonoor, the civilian town near Wellington Cantonment in Ooty. He was on his way to meet Field Marshal Sam Maneckshaw to,... - [Made in Taiwan](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/16/made-in-taiwan/): By: Matej Purg The boy’s feet barely touched the floor as he sat at the dining room table. He was staring at his math book, but he couldn’t focus on the problem in front of him. Illimitable distractions kept him... - [Sudden Death on Melrose Avenue](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/16/sudden-death-on-melrose-avenue/): By Matej Purg It happened on a Tuesday afternoon, a block or so from where I parked my car. I was certain to get a ticket now, navigating hordes of slow-moving tourists standing in the way, taking pictures of themselves.... - ["There was a guy in divinity school" and other poems by Ron Riekki](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/14/there-was-a-guy-in-divinity-school-and-other-poems-by-ron-riekki/): By: Ron Riekki There was a guy in divinity school so into Jesus Christ that he kind of made me not believe in God any time I was around him. My neighbors scream the F-word at each other just about... - ['Reflection on the Wall' and other poems by D.S. Kheder](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/13/reflection-on-the-wall-and-other-poems-by-d-s-kheder/): By: D.S. Kheder Reflection on the Wall When I was thirteen, I sat in front of my mirror, once, twice, too many times, seeking assurance that my reflection still looked pristine. I looked at the girl behind the glass, a... - [Is Medicine Neutral and Universal?](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/13/is-medicine-neutral-and-universal/): By: Nadia Benjelloun Would you ever consider medicine to be anything short of being grounded in science? Health culture is a domain often tied to the medical field, and in return, the medical field is a shared element that is... - [Ilsa](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/13/ilsa/): By: Samuel Evans Ilsa crouched amid the clumps of fallen leaves, examining the beetle intently with narrowed eyes.  Her little brother— whose fascination with the beetle had worn off several minutes ago— stood next to her, waiting impatiently.  For the... - [What she understands](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/12/what-she-understands/): By: Mary Rohrer-Dann From upstairs comes a sound she cannot understand. Because she cannot understand it, she cannot walk to the stairs and peer up the cobwebbed steps sagging under all that can never be said. She cannot call to... - [Not All Those Who Wander Are Lost](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/12/not-all-those-who-wander-are-lost/): By Chitra Gopalakrishnan It is November, an odd time for rains, perhaps, yet it is when the north-east monsoon wavers over our region, sometimes generous but mostly not. I walk alone in the cool damp of midnight from the rim of... - [Sleeping Pills](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/12/sleeping-pills/): By: Ria Banerjee Last night I took an overdose of sleeping Pills. My muslin dreams were invaded by nightmares– naked apparitions swarmed like bees to suck my soul as my parched lips craved yours. I dreamt of dungeons and dragons;... - [A billion frozen hellos](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/12/a-billion-frozen-hellos/): By: Bamidele Aiyejina Like a billion frozen hellos awaiting the warm blanket of a hi, I’ve been kin to the foxtrot of silence, static, & the assaulting images of lapping currents. It is the carcass of dawn and the curious... - ['Sick day' and other poems by RC deWinter](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/11/sick-day-and-other-poems-by-rc-dewinter/): By: RC deWinter sick day burning with feverburning with lustsweat dripssizzling on molten sheets ghost spiders crawl corridors of wet skinraising gooseflesh and memories of rusty lips dragged to the cul-de-sac where desire waits for the next bus to oblivion i... - [Security](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/11/security/): By: Dan O’Neill I suppose I should have realized from the beginning that the security business was empty,brutal,and despite it’s title ,very insecure.But,on the other hand people always referred to it as easy money and I was looking for a... - [Blind Superiority](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/11/blind-superiority/): By: Kim Farleigh Maria said: “In Europe, women can wear whatever they like.” Charles thought: Here we go again. The usual blind superiority. Will I ever escape from it? Blind superiority annoyed him. He wasn’t sure why. It just did.... - [Lost and found](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/10/lost-and-found/): By: Michael Summerleigh No coverage, not even one bar, the battery was dead anyway.  It was still daytime, but there was an overcast and the sky had a perfectly even dullness, so there was no way to tell what time... - [Goodnight Amanda](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/10/goodnight-amanda/): By: Patricia Tramble “Amanda, Jacob scored his first goal today!” Bruce was so excited. “The crowd went mad! There they were the Tiger vs the Cougars, game tied 4-4, Jimmy Thomas kicks the ball down the field and our little... - [Reality's dream](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/10/realitys-dream/): By: Uche Ozo The night was dark, and the silence deafening, with occasional chatters that sounded like the hoot of owls. I lay still on my bed, eyes to the ceiling and sweating profusely as if I had embarked on... - ['The Story About the Exercise' and other poems by Glenn Ingersoll](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/09/the-story-about-the-exercise-and-other-poems-by-glenn-ingersoll/): By: Glenn Ingersoll The Story About the Exercise Her cheeks have a touch of color. And she is wearing a red sweatsuit. “I’m getting so that I look forward to Artemis,” she says. The health club where my brother’s sweetheart... - [Foresight of souls](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/09/foresight-of-souls/): By: Alexandra Sullivan There is a hooded figure than glides across the white dead sea. Her boat floats as soft as the souls that echo round her. Everyone meets her when their time comes. Many fear her; others willingly go,... - [Here](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/09/here/): By: M. Taggart A piece of mind is a funny thingflecking out among the trees Somewhere we leave a laughlooking for a smile Came home with a bag of sunshine asking you to not write. However, nothing is like your... - [Curse of the Candles](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/09/curse-of-the-candles/): By: Franklin Powers Frank had worked at Premiere Marketing for a few years now and had been promoted to Vice President of Sales. He spent a lot of time at work, neglecting his wife and kids. He had brought his... - ['The next Beatles song' and other poems by Mark Tulin](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/08/the-next-beatles-song-and-other-poems-by-mark-tulin/): By: Mark Tulin The Next Beatles Song I keep waiting for the next Beatles song sitting by the radio in my psychedelic bedroom. I know if I hear it first, it will be groovy and I’ll be totally in awe.... - [James G Piatt’s collection of poems 'Solace between the lines' oscillates between darkness and light](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/08/james-g-piatts-collection-poems-solace-between-the-lines-oscillates-between-darkness-and-light/): Dr James G Piatt’s poetry collection ‘Solace between the lines’ is up for grabs. Dr Piatt’s latest collection of poems, travels the roads between spirituality and chaos, war and peace, and darkness and light. The poems are personal and philosophical,... - ['Pretty buy floyd knew' and other poems by Grant Guy](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/08/pretty-buy-floyd-knew-and-other-poems-by-grant-guy/): By Grant Guy pretty buy floyd knew water made itself scarce that summer the cattle withered to skin & bones the sheep were sold off the land was parched ranches foreclosed but like time the banks were eternal & found... - ['Artist', 'Chopin' and other poems by Carson Pytell](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/08/artist-chopin-and-other-poems-by-carson-pytell/): By: Carson Pytell Artist Nature cannot help herself, But we pay no mind. And less. What is the punishment for stepping on the Gioconda? Or farting louder than a nocturne? Freedom. Onto snare roofs she brushes rains, Into cornet sky... - [Life - a story by Ramprasath](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/08/life-a-story-by-ramprasath/): By: Ramprasath Through the porous space, passing of the space fleet PHOENIX appeared like a drifting meteor. After 40 years of cryosleep, the programmed cryosleep chambers allowed the inhabitants to wake up as the fleet approached the configured destination. Planet... - [Follow that DREAM](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/08/follow-that-dream/): By: Alan Berger His first kid at forty. Yell ya why. With all the things he did as a Tadpole and got away with, risking his life on water towers and railroad tracks and railroad tunnels, joyriding and crashing trucks... - [Stuck in made-up worlds](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/07/stuck-in-made-up-worlds/): By: Lisa Suess A boy eats a pear – the sweetness of the fruit absorbs all his thoughts, he does not think about tomorrow, he does not think about whether democracy is over or his pension plan or whether pensions... - [True Home](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/07/true-home/): By Samuel Ekanem As the only human figure in the void corridor, Inem Ikang paused and wondered at her shadow cast on the corridor walls – the corridor her only possible passage, walls made of plywoods. She’d never imagine this:... - [La Trinidad Valencera](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/07/la-trinidad-valencera/): By: Enda Boyle After chart and charter were drawn up the battle-bugle sounded over A Coruña a fleet was anchored in the harbour. One-hundred-and-thirty ships furnished with bleached sails and gilded crosses awaited the orders of Duke Medina. On the... - ['Free Parking' and other poems by Paul Smith](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/07/free-parking-and-other-poems-by-paul-smith/): By: Paul Smith Free Parking Is there any chance could it be that all our problems could be solved by parking for free or maybe just a lot with a modest fee? Imagine this connect the dots our globe connected... - [Confessions of an Opium-Eater](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/07/confessions-of-an-opium-eater/): By Yasmin Hemmat The sun was burning my eyes as I was walking in a desert. I felt tired and thirsty, and my mind had no idea to where I was heading, when all of a sudden, I saw some... - [Significance, Meaning, and Purpose in Contemporary Biographical Poetry](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/06/significance-meaning-and-purpose-in-contemporary-biographical-poetry/): By: Robert Levine An interesting but often overlooked subspecies of narrative verse is biographical poetry, relating the life story of a real person; a well-read friend of mine told me he didn’t know such poetry existed. Robert Penn Warren pioneered... - [A normal American family](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/06/a-normal-american-family/): By: Alan Swyer Hopeful that he was finally rejoining the living after losing first his job, then his girlfriend, Matt Kanter was prepping for two interviews – one via Skype, the other in person – when his iPhone rang. Though... - ['A Wasp a Box Turtle and Me' By Raymond Greiner](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/06/a-wasp-a-box-turtle-and-me-by-raymond-greiner/): By Raymond Greiner I’m reading a masterful piece of writing titled Sapiens written by a career anthropologist Yuval Noah Harari, a brief history of humankind describing how we, as a species, have evolved from an astonishing series of events. The... - [Folkloric wo/man number one](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/05/folkloric-wo-man-number-one/): By: Daniel de Culla I woke up from a deep sleep And I came to the fields Leaving the bedroom And, as sorcerer and wizard I rose up to a leafy tree For watching sunrise. With great silence, softly The... - [Tracers](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/05/tracers/): By: Tommy Vollman It wasn’t the sleepwalking that bothered me. I woke up outside more often than I care to remember, but still, the sleepwalking never really bothered me. I was terrified, though, of the tracers. The tracers scared the... - ['The Cratered Road to Malancourt' and other poems by Keith Moul](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/05/the-cratered-road-to-malancourt-and-other-poems-by-keith-moul/): By: Keith Moul The Cratered Road to Malancourt: Doughboys Face the Meuse-Argonne Our general plows the muddy clay, then coughs: “Gentlemen, I approve the corps, division and regimental battle plans, without amendment.” Craters before Malancourt lie equaled beyond, a formation... - [Ethel](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/04/ethel/): By: Pam Munter As soon as she entered any room, Ethel Barrymore left little doubt she was royalty, or at least, its show business equivalent. That square jaw, the penetrating eyes, the erect carriage majestically leading the way. When she... - [Footprints](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/04/footprints/): By: Suchoon Mo a man and a woman walk on the deserted beach side by side hand in hand they are going somwhere or nowhere his footprints are left behind him her footprints are following her ocean waves groan ocean... - [The Prisoner of War](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/02/the-prisoner-of-war/): By: Mark Kodama Johnny knew he had been here before – many times before. He could hear the Taliban fighters outside his mud hut, speaking Farsi. The leader – with a dark beard and eyes full of intense hate –... - ['A walk spanning several blocks' and other poems by Samuel Strathman](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/02/a-walk-spanning-several-blocks-and-other-poems-by-samuel-strathman/): By: Samuel Guest a walk spanning several blocks morning doves shuffling along front lawns as cardinals recite poetic verse in flocks of three to five the smell of burning firewood follows my stepfather and i around every bend before we... - [Me and My Anosmia: Living without Smelling](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/01/me-and-my-anosmia-living-without-smelling/): By Dan Brooks My olfactory senses have never been great. The running joke in our house is that when people talk about hints of spices in the nose of a wine, or a particular herb in a sauce, I shrug... - [My Door](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/01/my-door/): By: Sandra L Todd I really wanted this job! I kept calling back and checking on my resume. They told me they needed to check out my references. I waited a couple of days and called back. I emailed and... - ['The Quarter' and other poems by John Drudge](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/01/the-quarter-and-other-poems-by-john-drudge/): By: John Drudge The Quarter Their love was secure As he walked From the couch To the kitchen And when she looked up And smiled at him While she worked On a puzzle at the table He felt it He... - [Eco-Friendly Measures Will Ensure Better Water Management in Chennai](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/31/eco-friendly-measures-will-ensure-better-water-management-in-chennai/): By: Dr. Niranjan Hiranandani Across India, water scarcity amidst fast rising urbanization is a common factor. Residents of India’s sixth largest city, Chennai, face the challenge of water crisis which has been made worse this year after drought which followed... - [The Vow](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/31/the-vow/): By: Kathleen Renk Working for God is never easy. I made my vows years ago, after being abandoned here at St. Brigid’s. The Laundry washed away my sin but I had nowhere to go so I started working for God.... - [Henry's End](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/31/henrys-end/): By Bernie Silver Henry Parsons had never read Norman Vincent Peale or any of his countless successors, yet he believed in the power of positive thinking, having concluded on his own that attitude spelled the difference between winners and losers.... - ['We see death when we see crows' and other poems by Lola Stansbury-Jones](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/31/we-see-death-when-we-see-crows-and-other-poems-by-lola-stansbury-jones/): By: Lola Stansbury-Jones We see death when we see crows. And so the murder gathers, with the break of dawn’s light. I wake with the crows, little winged messengers with coats as black as spilt ink. With what news do... - [Cow Hide](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/30/cow-hide/): By: Alan Berger She grew up aware of the process of slaughter. She heard it. She saw saw it, she smelled it, she ate it. That is how it turns up down on the farm. This little big 10-year-old girl... - [Portrait of a Naked Lady](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/30/portrait-of-a-naked-lady/): By: Mark Kodama Our new neighbors Bill and Charlotte had a son Nathan’s age and we were eager to find a playmate for our three-year-old son. My wife and I had met them at an open house. He was a... - [I thought I saw someone like you…](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/29/i-thought-i-saw-someone-like-you/): By: Annapurani Vaidyanathan In the library this morning, when I was picking up the books I had dropped while standing in the queue. I thought I saw your hazel eyes look up for a tick from the pile of newspapers... - [The Assistant Town Drunk at Interregnum](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/29/the-assistant-town-drunk-at-interregnum/): By: Todd Mercer The Assistant Town Drunk doesn’t want the pressure that goes part and parcel with managerial titles. So he lives in Town Drunk’s shadow. Call it messing up at messing up. He has laid down and will again... - [Book: 'Guru Sutra - the Guru Who Won’t Keep Spiritual Secrets' unveils the secrets of the world of Guruism](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/29/book-guru-sutra-the-guru-who-wont-keep-spiritual-secrets-unveils-the-secrets-of-the-world-of-guruism/): The fourth book in the Hingori Sutras series of spiritual books, Guru Sutra – The Guru who won’t keep Spiritual Secrets, lays out the protocol governing the sacred relationship between a siddh (realised) Guru and his shishya (disciple). The world... - [Alternative Learning: Top 5 Most Up-To-Date Educational Programs For Students](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/29/alternative-learning-top-5-most-up-to-date-educational-programs-for-students/): There are many ways to get an education, and each one is different in terms of efficiency, time consumption, and cost. Colleges and universities offer students a variety of programs, subjects, and specializations.  There is always a definite lesson plan,... - ['Dinner at Wild Garlic Grill' and 'Necropoli dei Bambini'](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/28/dinner-at-wild-garlic-grill-and-necropoli-dei-bambini/): By: Barbara Ann Atwood Dinner at Wild Garlic Grill I no longer look like my mother, who died at thirty, skin as smooth as polished stone. Tonight at the bistro I reach for bread with my grandmother’s hand. In the... - [This Reporter's Opinion](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/28/this-reporters-opinion/): By Alan Berger I’ve been trying to get the angle On her latest story She said she loved me once Then she made me sorry Now she is hanging a new one On her line But it’s this reporter’s opinion... - [Patient 347](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/28/patient-347/): By: Kaitlyn Reese saw the word “unique” when I was ten. It was hidden in an ancient book in my grandmother’s office, covered by a pile of tousled blue shirts, the same we’d all wear on Monday. I confided in... - [Penitence](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/28/penitence/): By: A. Richard Sogliuzzo Vincent glanced at the graffiti on the wall of the Flatbush Avenue/Brooklyn College subway station, and then laughed. Amidst the usual array of “fuck you, eat shit, etc.” on the walls was a declaration that resonated... - [True Heroes](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/28/true-heroes/): By: Bob Forbes It is becoming as easy to locate a so-called hero as it is to find a McDonalds.  In fact, all one has to do is donate a pint of blood to receive a “Hero” sticker that can... - [Mirrors - an essay](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/28/mirrors-an-essay/): By: Bob Forbes The other day, I was in the men’s locker room at my Fitness Center.  I go there three days each week to work out on a variety of machines, hoping to maintain some semblance of a male... - [The policewoman and the journalist](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/27/the-policewoman-and-the-journalist/): By Kusum Choppra The policewoman and the journalist Made a strange couple. She so glamorous He so stodgy, lugging Her bag and other paraphernalia. She of the large round face The ready smile, the obvious make up That glitzy sari!... - [Through the bedroom window](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/27/through-the-bedroom-window/): By: Kusum Choppra Through my bedroom window, I look down on a giant bedroom. It sleeps 23 odd scattered around, singles, doubles, triples and quartets. Dark nights offer no glimpse that I rush to catch at daylight. My eyes first... - ['Split Detail' and other poems by Jon Carter](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/26/split-detail-and-other-poems-by-jon-carter/): By: Jon Carter Split Detail one life moves forward and the other dies away, yes, there are two hearts now beating in my chest, constantly searching the sky for answers. feeling guilty over this potential future, sickened by my disrespect... - [Phoenix](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/26/phoenix/): By: Chandra Shekhar Dubey When you come to me With gleams in eyes and loads of broken promises in heart across a corridor where silence reigns supreme and moans deep. I break into pieces , gathering the petals of memories... - [My Last Few Breaths](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/26/my-last-few-breaths/): By: Prashil  Kumar The night wore a black shroud, gulping the last rays of light away. It manifested in itself, an eerie peacefulness which suctioned my spirit buried somewhere deep within me, over and over again. I moved closer to... - [My alien family](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/26/my-alien-family/): By: Stanford Chigaro The African night sky is a wonder. It is the main reason I came to wish to fly. It is the most beautiful art in the history of this world, alive with its raw energy, a song... - [He got you, but he won't get me](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/26/he-got-you-but-he-wont-get-me/): By: Sophia Kelly I’d apologize in advance, but Game of Thrones is not my religion. Sundays have always been a little rough for me ever since my parents picked that day (and only that day) to argue about something I... - [Making Do](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/25/making-do/): By: Cynthia Pitman I. The hand-stitched hem of my home-made dress is a little uneven. The seam of the right sleeve puckers. The back zipper buckles and the pattern in the cloth doesn’t match up. The bodice is too big,... - [Poppa was a Rolling Stone Tribute band singer](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/25/poppa-was-a-rolling-stone-tribute-band-singer/): By: Alan Berger Thru the week dad worked at the grocery storeAs a beggarOn the weekends out of life he wanted moreSo he became Mick Jagger The eyeliner and lipstick Fucked up our sink The sweat from his wig Left... - [Fish and Chips Wrappings](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/25/fish-and-chips-wrappings/): By: Michal Reiben The first time I hear about Carl ‘abducting’ his baby girl from his wife, I am shocked and voice my opinion, ‘You did a cruel and terrible thing,’ I say. In his defense, he says, ‘When I... - ['Las azucenas' and other poems by Ana M. Fores Tamayo](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/25/las-azucenas-and-other-poems-by-ana-m-fores-tamayo/): By: Ana M. Fores Tamayo Las azucenas No tengo lengua para hablar el ronroneo que cae de las cabezas en roturas blancas, quebradas, negreadas con el reflejo entreabierto del espejo, lánguido en su eterna soledad. Arbitraria yo me quedo, llena... - [Let it D...o…w…n](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/25/let-it-d-own/): By Mary E. Myers Jen’s chaotic home was deep in the Rhode Island woodlands and near meadows belonging to electrical steel giants-their grey metal legs heaving high over our bent bodies as we manically collected blackberries before the sparrows raided... - ['Big Girls Beat Drums' and other poems by Tom Squitieri](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/24/big-girls-beat-drums-and-other-poems-by-tom-squitieri/): By: Tom Squitieri Big Girls Beat Drums Part the raincoat and give me your trust, as the thump of snowflakes say goodbye to the rain Our pattern follows the beat in our universe, where eyes are clear and there is... - [The Dog Days of Summer](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/24/the-dog-days-of-summer/): By: Mary Bone The summer was long and hot. It seems like you could see steam coming up from the pavement. None of the neighborhood children wore shoes unless they were flip flops. We could step on a goat head... - [Shane, the devil](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/24/shane-the-devil/): By Ben Pyle Satan is a staggeringly good kisser. Not too much tongue. A light nibble on the lower lip. Way better than my ex-husband. My dead husband. Satan and I have been seeing each other for a little over... - [Marvin Cohen's poems](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/24/marvin-cohens-poems/): By: Marvin Cohen Plunged into Death, You’re in a Fix. You and the World Are No Longer a Mix. Your Adherence Is Guaranteed: Death Sticks. You’re Precisely One of Many It Picks. If death is my worst enemy, fight it,... - [I was walking through the holy river Ganges](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/23/i-was-walking-through-the-holy-river-ganges/): By: Anupama Mishra I was walking through the holy river Ganges the mesmerizing atmosphere and peace was attracting the empty heart and flooded mind, I sat on the broad stairs of the ghat Which was a little filthy but unlike... - [Roadside Assistance](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/23/roadside-assistance/): By: Sharon Frame Gay “Normally, I don’t trust many people,” Liz said. “But I can tell you’re different.” She rested her head against the truck window and sighed. “Thank God you came along. I’d still be sitting on the side... - [Four Poems by Chinese Poet Hongri Yuan](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/23/four-poems-by-chinese-poet-hongri-yuan/): By Chinese Poet Hongri YuanTranslated by Yuanbing zhang Fragrant and Amaranthine for Thousands of Years One day I will come back from outer space by a red cloud and bring giant’s picture scroll. My lines of lightning songs will flutter... - [Quicksilver](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/23/quicksilver/): By: Lee Conrad The wood frame house, a century old, but in good shape, dominated the hilltop. Near it, a barn, in disuse for many years, struggled to keep from collapsing. A large white peace sign on the back side... - [Lost In A Moment](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/22/lost-in-a-moment/): By: Stephen M. Fragale Back in the summer of 2003 I was travelling the mediterranean as I took a hiatus from my job working as a correspondent for the London Times. The war in Iraq was all anyone was talking... - [Two Love Letters by Madison Micucci](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/22/two-love-letters-by-madison-micucci/): By: Madison Micucci Dear Spokane, . You wear Spring like a Bride . lilac perfume and cherry blossom rouge . a river veil tumbles eternally down the elegant slope of your back . as I draw nearer, chiffon mist grazes... - ['Street Scene' and other poems by Mark Fitzpatrick](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/22/street-scene-and-other-poems-by-mark-fitzpatrick/): By: Mark Fitzpatrick STREET SCENE i. Overweight, cherub-faced, young man in a yellow Batman T-shirt shooed away by enough women so that he’d rather spend his hours curled up in a cave with computers, crusading against those who disdain love... - [Six Shorts by Peter Leslie Watson](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/21/six-shorts-by-peter-leslie-watson/): By: Peter Leslie Watson Les Misérables as a Blog Valjean made Cosette his ward as a favour to her dying mother, Fantine. But no good deed goes unpunished—as is evidenced by his blog! January 17th That bloody innkeeper, Thénardier, and... - [Home Invasion](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/21/home-invasion/): By: Nell Cunningham There is a picture of us. It is September 14, 2002, our wedding day. I am thirty-seven and you are thirty. It is just after dinner, nearly time for us to leave the head table and take... - [Green Is Green](https://literaryyard.com/2019/07/21/green-is-green/): By: Emmanuel Stephen Ogboh green is green be it lush as the grazings of Nigeria dark as the envy in the bladders of our ‘leaders’ cool as the essence of grape plummy as fresh green apples or unripe as the... - [Ursula’s Birthday Surprise](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/22/ursulas-birthday-surprise/): By: Jeff Harvey Randall placed three folding chairs around the card table, then added a rolling one with a broken caster. He opened a bottle of wine and poured himself a glass, drinking it like a shot of whiskey. “Make... - [Hospitality](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/21/hospitality/): By: Carlos Delgadillo So many noises were filling the air. Screams, the shouts of soldiers, and of course, a bang! Noah jolted awake, and followed immediately with a wince as a shot of pain radiated from his left leg. He... - [Xspace](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/21/xspace/): By: M. F. Nagel In the morningWhen the stars gather to singLook to the skyAnd seeA chariot wingedA chariotwingedSoaringSoaring star walkersStar walkersFire spitting 2. 1.FireBeyond the edge of dreamsDreamsThe edge of dreamsWhere we have livedLivedSo longSo longAsleep In the morning... - [Review: ‘Hibiscus’ stabs readers with smiles](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/21/review-hibiscus-stabs-readers-with-smiles/): More than our physiques, the COVID-19 pandemic has shrouded, stricken our minds. The scare has hurt more people and caused widespread harm than the virus can ever do. The trust has bottomed out. Attacks on healthcare workers and increasing suicidal... - ['So much for pretty' and other poems by RC deWinter](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/21/so-much-for-pretty-and-other-poems-by-rc-dewinter/): By: RC deWinter so much for pretty i don’t want to wake up with a pretty mansomeone in love with his looks pretty men are fine for those who like themsmooth and urbane and hollowall greased up with the slick... - [Rays of Hope](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/21/rays-of-hope/): By: Sarah Fan “Hey. Hey!” Will cried, chasing after SIM as he burrowed further through the landfill of scrap metal and waste. “Look man, we can’t do this without you.”           SIM turned his head back. It gave a rusted... - ['Fingerprints' and other poems by Alexandra Dreyzin](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/20/fingerprints-and-other-poems-by-alexandra-dreyzin/): By: Alexandra Dreyzin Fingerprints They appeared, first innocuous, disruptingthe dust on my nightstand, a few scattered over a rocking chair,a reminder that I should clean more, do more,better again and again. But with the spring days longer, they have grown... - [Catalyst](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/20/catalyst/): By: Carlos Delgadillo The cold spray of near-freezing muck from the gutter seemed to pounce on me from my right side. Even my umbrella could not protect my gray coat. It now weighed as much as a brick and was... - [The Sweet Sorrows](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/19/the-sweet-sorrows/): By Ahming Zee Carl White passed away. This news has rocked China. My phone never stops ringing. Visitors with cameras are crowding my apartment door for a snippet of White’s life. Too saddened to talk, I have to plan an... - ['The Marathoner' and other poems by LC Gutierrez](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/19/the-marathoner-and-other-poems-by-lc-gutierrez/): By: LC Gutierrez THE MARATHONER Noone beats a man who runs that peacefully.Eyes not even human while he prepares.No stress, no cockiness. The external factorsare sprawled about him. They stretch and breathe deeply,all catch themselves eyeing him for a moment.For... - [Prose Poem](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/18/prose-poem/): By: Maria Schiza Orange peels on the heater, their smell spilled into the room. The sofas worn in. Photographs on the walls, proud, taking up space. Photographs on the shelves, in front of books or tugged in between pages, sentimental... - [Babe Without You Life Is So Blue](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/18/babe-without-you-life-is-so-blue/): By: H.L. Dowless Tears are rolling down my face,I simply don’t know what to do,My mind grasps not time nor space,Since I have no choice but to live without you. I well remember our walks through the park,I savor our... - [King Of Cat](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/18/king-of-cat/): By: H.L. Dowless In the month of April, when the leaves begin to spring from their wooden sepulchers, and the rains fall from the loft of high heaven above, so geared the mighty warrior, Sebastian Oswald for mortal combat. It... - [Too Many Masks](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/18/too-many-masks/): By James Bates Bam! Bam!! Bam!!! “Open up, it’s the police.”             Oh, shit, thought, Bryan, what have I done now? He got out of bed, stumbled over a shoe and fell to the floor. Shit. He got up cursing... - [Alia](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/17/alia/): By: Aruna Subramanian “Wake up Sweety! You don’t want to be late for school, do you?” her mother called out from downstairs. Alia was awake but didn’t get up from the bed. She was looking at the ceiling and wondering... - [I Love You](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/17/i-love-you/): By: Malik Nasla “You were in a crash. Can you tell me your name?” “What’s happening? Who are you?” “Calm down you are fine I just need to know your name” “Emma” “You were riding your bike and lost control... - [Claudia, Berlin](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/17/claudia-berlin/): By Harrison Abbott Ron still thinks about her often in dreams. If indeed thought can be pure within the magical arena of dreamland. It is only when asleep then that a full grief for her can be felt. She plagues... - ['Ilkley Crags' and other poems by Stephen Kingsnorth](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/17/ilkley-crags-and-other-poems-by-stephen-kingsnorth/): By: Stephen Kingsnorth  Ilkley Crags Far from south western sibling torsthese stubby crags emerge from peat,amongst scrag season’s heather, gorse;but mother loved these Yorkshire moorsso different from her Exmoor stags.Yarn Dunster lass, strode tussocks, tufts,the billowed gale, church choir let... - ['Runaway Peacock' and other poems by Anindita Sarkar](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/17/runaway-peacock-and-other-poems-by-anindita-sarkar/): By: Anindita Sarkar Runaway Peacock Like caged birds who shun flightI was oblivious to the wild,until the blue hills beaconed.Through telepathic podcastssanctioned by the rainI confessed to my loverabout my expatriate state.A mob of misfitstheir throats aflame with litany of... - [When the Hurly-Burly’s Done: a prose poetry series](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/17/when-the-hurly-burlys-done-a-prose-poetry-series/): By: Cynthia Pitman “When shall we three meet again?  In thunder, lightning, or in rain?”“When the hurly-burly’s done,When the battle’s lost and won.”                                                                        – Witches, Macbeth, by William Shakespeare i. Conflict             “Conflict: Two forces working against one another.” But that’s... - ['Hide & Seek' and other poems by Aneek Chatterjee](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/17/hide-seek-and-other-poems-by-aneek-chatterjee/): By: Aneek Chatterjee Hide & Seek I play hide & seekwith you, myself.SometimesI do murmur lost songs, favoritepoems, surreal images & when I wake up& land in my swanky office,a surreal painting adornsthe wooden wallI’ve kept a few books of... - ['You are the painter of the world' and other poems by Ajay R. Sawant](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/17/you-are-the-painter-of-the-world-and-other-poems-by-ajay-r-sawant/): By Ajay R. Sawant YOU ARE THE PAINTER OF THE WORLD you are the morning mista stargazer on dayyou ask me to walk on the sidewalk—and walk with me too you are the eternal lier —the hope bearer of allthe... - ['Observer' and other poems by Ida Prose](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/17/observer-and-other-poems-by-ida-prose/): By Ida Prose OBSERVER Seeing through the foggy lens, a glimpseof the world, formerly unnoticedBarren branches and tall trees stoodCuriously puzzled,No one ventured out anymore, no oneglided through the bushesWho then saw the tree and branches?Yet the branches blushed,Being observed... - ['The Missing Link' and other poems by Bishnu Pokhrel](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/17/the-missing-link-and-other-poems-by-bishnu-pokhrel/): By: Bishnu Pokhrel THE MISSING LINK I am that linkand I am missing.I am that which youcrave and seek activelyyet you don’t recognize meI am that missing link in you. You have searchedsearched me in everythingsought me everywhereyet you chose... - ['Kiribati' and other poems by Theresa C. Gaynord](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/15/kiribati-and-other-poems-by-theresa-c-gaynord/): By: Theresa C. Gaynord Kiribati The sun rose, carrying the burnover the previous night’s blackstare. The sea took severalbreaths as the land recededand sank into bloodthirstydepths, spitting out sidewayslapping water from spinningwhirlpools underneath. The clockcontinued its rhythm as argumentsintensified, never... - [Sun and Rain](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/15/sun-and-rain/): By: Saharsh Satheesh It was quite a cloudy day in Greenville. The thick storm clouds cluttered around the sun, obstructing even the slightest ray of sunlight. The dreaded rain season had started just days ago. Subsequently, the occasional patches of... - [Climbing Mount Everest](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/14/climbing-mount-everest/): By Martin David Edwards. A son and his father climb an imaginary Mount Everest. A boy ran into the kitchen. He was wearing Spiderman pajamas, a green facemask and blue latex gloves. His mother was standing at the breakfast counter... - [The Somnambulist](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/14/the-somnambulist/): By Palmer Smith   I fell in love with a somnambulist when I was 26 years old. It was before I really knew him that I fell in love with him. I had always wanted to love a somnambulist, mostly,... - [Obahor](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/14/obahor/): By: Jude Chukwu Obahor is one beautiful place I’ll love to be, over and over again. It had the aura of home, the beauty of a ghetto, the heart of an angel, the swag of a jungle, the memories of... - [The Cat Lover Who Hates Cats](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/13/the-cat-lover-who-hates-cats/): By V. J. Beecham The cat lover who hates cats, that’s what you’d be thinking if you spent a day with my wife and our pet cat.       The cat meowed incessantly. My wife yelled at it to shut-up.      ... - [Tales of Brave Ulysses](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/13/tales-of-brave-ulysses/): By Mark Kodama I.             I saw her standing there near the front of the crowd, below the stage, behind the barricade. She had gold piercings through her nose, above her mouth and above her right eyebrow. Turquoise tattoos covered... - [Let’s Twist Again](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/13/lets-twist-again/): By: Leon Kortenkamp The evening news goes to a commercial break following the weather report.  Heavy rain and twisters are predicted for the Oklahoma Panhandle, but it’s expected to be clear and sunny in Milwaukee.  Molly clicks off the TV... - [Ghostbuster](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/13/ghostbuster/): By: Rose Summer in California is the season to sleep with no blanket. To have no fear of the dark. The heat does this to us. Makes us feel invincible. Or so I thought. ~    ~    ~ It was the... - [Bird of truth](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/12/bird-of-truth/): By: Kathy Abrahams Bird of truth flies highon a cloud of honesty.integrity and loftymoral values.Beams of justice and righteousnessshine on its white feathers.Below souls of the dark aimguns at this beautiful creature.Seek to bring it down with bulletsof lies and... - [Sigal](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/12/sigal/): SENTENCE: Key found the perfect place to hide a body. Someone else must have thought so, too, because Key had barely gone three feet down when his shovel hit bone - [Starlight](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/12/starlight/): By: Bryce Leiberman It is Las Vegasthe stratosphere hotelyou ask me to go to the stardecklook at the starsnothing separating you and the groundexcept aira lot ofairpeering over the edgethree thousand feetI don’t want tonot because of heightssomething deep insidesomething... - [Rebellious Thoughts at the Café De Flore](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/12/rebellious-thoughts-at-the-cafe-de-flore/): By: Gaither Stewart Whether revisionists and debunkers agree or not, the Café de Flore on Paris’ Boulevard Saint Germain is a living institution. Since its founding in 1870 it has existed as a café and a second home for French-speaking... - ['From India with love' and other poems by Mahathi](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/11/from-india-with-love-and-other-poems-by-mahathi/): By: Mahathi FROM INDIA WITH LOVEI come from here, this nation, this terrain,this clay, and this hot lush with darker skinand sweat fragrance…yes, India, my reign,the land of Gods, afreets and weird goblins. Here yonder sprinkles love, the earth breaths... - ['How To Write A Dirge for Liberia'](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/10/how-to-write-a-dirge-for-liberia/): By: Edwin Olu Bestman Begin with its North that is covered in crystal tears,Lips that dip, dwell and drown into silence,With a heart that sleeps in a scattered field Find a route to the West,The west that births darkness admist... - [Anxiety After...](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/10/anxiety-after/): By: Franny Harold nxiety After Eating Fiber Cereal She read up on Coronavirus news for the first time in weeksAnd somehow,Convinced herself she has Type 2 Diabetes. Anxiety After Too Much Sun She wondered, “Am I tired because I’m sick?”Or,“Did... - [Maaya](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/10/maaya/): By: Aruna Subramanian “Cuck-oo cuck-oo….” The clock struck twelve.  “Happy birthday Maaya!” Holographic Susan appeared before Maaya with her bright smile. “Hey, Susan! Thank you, dear! How are you?” Maaya was extremely happy to see her best friend, well her image.... - [Poetry](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/09/poetry-2/): By John Hansen Poetry is never subservient.It is bright flashes of light,breaking the restraints of conformity.The elements of human nature bareon a beautiful pallet—formed into meaningfulimagination.Poetry is a fragrance of extreme delight. ### John Hansen received a BA in English... - [Journeys: "McLeodganj", "Bhutan", and "Jilling Estate"](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/09/journeys-mcleodganj-bhutan-and-jilling-estate/): By: Anannya Uberoi I. McLeodganj McLeodganj does not know the nature ofwounds within these displaced men, andto what degree their pacific smilesjustify their cause. It is humbled withthe rumble of words that rush from thebursting clouds, spelled with syllablessprouting from... - ['Small Feet In Iraq' and other poems by Dalya Kanani](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/09/small-feet-in-iraq-and-other-poems-by-dalya-kanani/): By: Dalya Kanani Small Feet In Iraq The sun,She paints over the homelandWith her glistening shine and hopeGazing as small feet wanderThe streets of Iraq Without interruption or intervention,Bazaars are floodedears ring with commotionSmall feet dance aroundthe colossal magnitude of... - ['Firehouse on Fire' and other poems by Aaron Sandberg](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/08/firehouse-on-fire-and-other-poems-by-aaron-sandberg/): By: Aaron Sandberg “Firehouse on Fire” It was likethe engine locked thered house doors from inside,lit the match, and wishedto be the onebeing saved. ### “Out, Out” Arched back over porcelain tub,I scrubbed all four paws and tailuntil the rinse... - [Kristiansand](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/08/kristiansand/): By: Ronan O’Shea —Your generation is too willing to take it lying down, said Smithson Rodgers. —Oh, matron. —Don’t be facile, Murphy. —Sorry. —Your lot are spoiled. —Rotten. —You’re not used to fighting for what you believe in. —When were... - [House Burning at Night](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/08/house-burning-at-night/): By: Grant Watson I saw it first between the trees, a lightbulb blooming in orange neon – so bright you could have reached in and picked it from the branches like a fruit.  It melted softly through the dark avenues... - [I'm home](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/08/im-home/): By: Damion Hamilton Tommy had been down a long time. Thirty years. He had been a young man when he went away. Now he wasn’t young anymore. He looked in the mirror, there was more than a little grey. But... - [The Bodyguard](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/04/the-bodyguard/): By Mark Kodama I.             I dreamed of the perfect woman hanging on my arm. But who was I to have these silly dreams. Short and uneducated with little in the way of manners, I followed orders. But this was... - [Cyber Wars](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/04/cyber-wars/): By Adam Katcher The only sound was the occasional roar of a truck on the highway nearby. Ryan stared at the screen. Midnight had already passed, and everyone else in the house was asleep. Ryan, like the day, was ready... - ['In loving memory' and other poems by Katrenia M. Busch](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/04/in-loving-memory-and-other-poems-by-katrenia-m-busch/): By: Katrenia M. Busch In loving memory When someone’s lifeIs taken too soonLeaving much strifeLeaving—open wounds It’s hard to findThe right words to expressTo often describeWhat’s here—when you left Leaving this worldBy far—too soon to goAs I’m left behind,Filled with... - [My Mother](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/02/my-mother/): By: Alyssa Sarigumba Walking through the garage doorHearing the sizzling hot panComplementary to the pleasant smell from the kitchenWhat a wonderful mother I dribble the ball towards our basketNoticing one familiar voice from the crowdYelling my name loudly, cheering me... - [HERE I AM: Remembrances of Meeting Cult Novelist Andrzej Kusniewicz in Warsaw](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/02/here-i-am-remembrances-of-meeting-cult-novelist-andrzej-kusniewicz-in-warsaw/): By: Gaither Stewart      The Polish word, jestem—‘I am’, ‘here I am’, ‘present’—seems to define the life of the writer and cult figure for a generation, Andrzej Kusniewicz. On an overcast, pollution-infested Warsaw afternoon over thirty years ago in his crowded... - [It is what it is](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/02/it-is-what-it-is/): By: Carl Palmer I’ve heard it a lot lately. Is it a current clichéor catch phrase, the pat answer recap signalingan end to any further conversation about it ? Like the sobbing boy holding his empty cone,ice cream scoop on... - ['Poison' and other poems by DS Maolalai](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/01/poison-and-other-poems-by-ds-maolalai/): By: DS Maolalai  Poison. I reassure a friendas much as I am able. “it’s alright – it happenedto Summer too.as long as they got her vomitingshe’ll mostly beok. their stomachscan’t get through the skin –not right away. it takes timeand... - [Tell you what](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/01/tell-you-what/): By: Alan Berger I don’t want to live foreverDon’t want to first eitherIf you listen to where I’m coming fromI will make you a believer Tell you why little babyTell you why Although our days are numberedYou’re the one I... - [A Date with Cadence](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/01/a-date-with-cadence/): By Dawn DeBraal David Cooper sat across the table watching Cadence McCaffrey order from the Pizza Shack menu. He winced inwardly with each new item Cadence added to the order. He had a twenty-dollar bill in his wallet. “I’ll take... - [Perspective](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/01/perspective/): By Catherine Kusunoki It was dark once againin a world that wassupposed to be bright.Fully consumed by negative thoughtsI set out to fight. Vastly vain voices are heardOn the outside, my emotionswere covered by a maskwith the hope that nobodyhad... - [The Appeal of Mr. Darcy](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/01/the-appeal-of-mr-darcy/): By Revathi Ganeshsundaram Most female fans of Jane Austen, and of her classic novel Pride and Prejudice, would have been in love with Mr. Darcy at some stage of their lives or the other (or perhaps all their lives) although... - [The Killing](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/30/the-killing/): By: Ken W. Simpson Widowed skies with empty eyesindecently occupiedby tabloid cultures of corruptionengulfed by tyrannywhere the future doesn’t beckonand the day is gone. America only pretends to be a democracy. The people are not free and equal. They are... - [Corona](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/30/corona/): By: Ken W. Simpson An equivocation quiveringbeside a lonely line of transientscaught fleeing from Gatesand forced to wait to be injectedwhile trying to remain safeas recommended by specialistsand refuse to be poisonedby this deadly untested vaccine. American governments have had... - [Our Experiments with Untruths](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/30/our-experiments-with-untruths/): By: Ram Govardhan Much before Darwin’s unpaid voyages around the southern hemisphere, from the very dawn of ethical contemplation, lying has been a topic for serious reflection despite the fact that Homo sapiens had taken to lying as instinctively as... - [Poems: 'The Sibilant Company' and 'Second Innings'](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/30/poems-the-sibilant-company-and-second-innings/): By: Srinivas S The Sibilant Company The rage of winds, the rustling grass,A mourning sea, the mouth of fire,The lap of land as rains arrive—They speak the ending of our namesIn beginning crescendos, faint:They are, they seem to say of... - [I walk](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/30/i-walk/): By Chandra Shekhar Dubey What makes me to walkon the road leaving a world behind.?            A world that I made of my choice            Leaving my fragrant home            Old banyan tree , mango groves            and rippling crops on field            Where cattle... - [A collection of modern ballads, 'Songs of Suicide' by Onkar Sharma released](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/30/a-collection-of-modern-ballads-songs-of-suicide-by-onkar-sharma-released/): As per the WHO, nearly 800,000 people succumb to suicides globally every year. This number is growing every year as mental health specialists struggle to put an end to this pandemic, which is far more dangerous than the COVID-19. Through... - ['The Shovel Man' and other poems by Frank C Modica](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/28/the-shovel-man-and-other-poems-by-frank-c-modica/): By: Frank C Modica The Shovel Manafter Carl Sandburg Every summer Grandpa worked magicin his backyard garden with a shovel in hand.He loved spading dirt over newly seeded beds, setting poles for string beans, sharing the bounty with his family.In... - [Loyalty is the Priority](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/28/loyalty-is-the-priority/): By: Nicole Lane “He can barely walk,” Angel whined to her mother, “we have to take him to get help at the vet.”             “We can’t afford to fix it, honey. We can barely afford your own hospital bills for... - [Review: "Consciousness and the Quantum: The Next Paradigm"](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/28/review-consciousness-and-the-quantum-the-next-paradigm/): By William T. Hathaway At last a book that not only makes quantum physics understandable for general readers but shows how it has practical value for us. Author Dr. Robert M. Oates Jr. presents this abstract, theoretical topic in a... - [Jouska](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/28/jouska/): By: Katherine Wei I intertwine my fingers with the laces of today,as the irregularity of my heartbeatthumps to a seagull’s flight, flapping.If the forgone moments can rip me into clear-cut halves,torn between what ifs and no, that happened already,maybe then... - ['Physis' and other poems by Carson Pytell](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/28/dance-and-other-poems-by-carson-pytell/): By: Carson Pytell Physis The waking hour, upon a high promontorystretching from woods over a mirrored sky. A breeze picks up, tousles matted hair,traces a stiff chill from the neck down. Fifty yards out is a rocky islet, one tree.In... - [Persona Non Grata](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/27/persona-non-grata/): By: Michelle Yang “Do you feel that? Is that an earthquake? Oh, it’s only Brianna walking down the hall,” Lorren snickered, talking to her table as she spotted her favorite pastime.             Brianna walked by with her head down, leaving... - [Bonjour Incertitude](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/26/bonjour-incertitude/): By Alessandro Romero It didn’t hit me when I got out of bed this morning to toss a couple of ground coffee mini- mountains into my French press, or when I looked out the window to see yet another cloud-filled... - [A taste for fear](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/26/a-taste-for-fear/): By: Aldriech Villamor I woke up in the dark, much like the rest of the patients here. It was 6:30 in the morning at the Anglewood Mental Hospital, and I was absolutely drained from the medications they had put me... - [Sea of Glass](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/26/sea-of-glass/): By: Tricia D. Wagner Teo tapped the last nail in the window frame and stepped back. He studied his work—tight seams. Even plumb. The pane clean and full of Baja’s blue ocean rolling behind him. Hanging windows on shanties was... - [Some Men](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/26/some-men/): By: Charlotte Edwards Dear all the men in my lifeCorrectionDear all the toxic men in my life I will not write a poem about youSome men aren’t worth the wordsI won’t romanticize our fightsAnd the way my lungs burnedWhen I... - ['Chimney-sweeper' and other poems by Sinchan Chatterjee](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/22/chimney-sweeper-and-other-poems-by-sinchan-chatterjee/): By: Sinchan Chatterjee Chimney-sweeper I tie a rope around my stomachAnd ask to be lowered again.I hang in the airAnd wipe the four sides of the walls with care:One layer at a time.I sing myself a songAs I go lower... - ['Love Is Like a Black, Black Eye' n 'Playing in Mud' poems](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/22/love-is-like-a-black-black-eye-n-playing-in-mud-poems/): By: donnarkevic Love Is Like a Black, Black Eye I let the coon dogs get outWhen his buddies arriveNo CrownJesus,I do not have a beard to pluckOwe three payments on his truckWhen I go to work, no one asksWhat the... - [Home Fires](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/20/home-fires/): By: Stephen Kingsnorth A line of light at curtain side, above the sill, beside the wallaccompanies the morning call of hoover drone, push then retreat;and then Dad’s brushing, rhythmic, swish to polish shoes,I see him standing, newsprint spread on dining... - [Heart Framed](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/20/heart-framed/): By: Stephen Kingsnorth  David Frank Kingsnorth, 19 January 1946 – 23 June 1947The Happiest day of the year is June 23 according to a recent studycompleted by the Cardiff University in Wales It is his birthday, David Frank,seventy three, still... - [Ashen Egg](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/20/ashen-egg/): By D.C. Mason The letter was typed out neatly on the letterhead of the church school in Knoxville and was signed by their dean of admissions in a black flourish above his name. I could not read the letter but... - ['you didn't deserve me' and other poems by Linda M Crate](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/19/you-didnt-deserve-me-and-other-poems-by-linda-m-crate/): By: Linda M Crate you didn’t deserve me all the oceansi cried for you,should’ve kept to myself;you didn’t deservethem— you only wanted my nakedbody and not my naked soul soyou didn’t deserve the firstof my flowers, either; but that was... - [Moon Passed Cutting](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/19/moon-passed-cutting/): By: Edward Wells One The moon laid a strip of light on the dark ocean. The reflection was soft except for the crests of the waves catching the light sharp and white. The ocean seemed so quiet. “Nothing.” John outlined... - [A Date with Spring](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/19/a-date-with-spring/): By Anita G. Gorman It was spring, finally, at Ashleyville College in the lovely town of Ashleyville, Ohio. Hortense Lilymadden was teaching English 211, Introduction to Fiction, Poetry, and Drama. Her class had forty-seven chairs, and the same number of... - ['Drinks with John' and other poems by Charlie Brice](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/18/drinks-with-john-and-other-poems-by-charlie-brice/): By: Charlie Brice Drinks with John Last night I had a drink in a pub with John Lennon.His hair was short and he wore those rimless glasseshe used to read the world. We had a nice time although he made... - [Robert’s Weekend](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/18/roberts-weekend/): By: Bruce Levine Friday ended without incident. Another week over and Robert Jamison felt that he’d earned his weekend off. As he got ready for the evening he wondered what he’d do. Actually he had no idea. There really was... - [File number 51](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/18/file-number-51/): By: Ken W. Simpson Potholes in the Ocean Infamous legacies from the rich and religiousbetrothed to blandishmentsBlessings from an invisible and mythical deityMan-made and threateningDangerous exhortations from political patriotsdonations happily acceptedPremonitions of revelations granted to heavenas fanciful stories and fablesThe... - [The Decay of Capitalism](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/18/the-decay-of-capitalism/): By: Ken W. Simpson The American Empire is passing into a final stage of decadence. The myth of Christianity is being replaced in the minds of degenerate Americans with the worship of evil – in the form of the occult... - ['Commute' and other poems by John Grey](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/18/commute-and-other-poems-by-john-grey/): By: John Grey COMMUTE An alarm clock rings on the side-table.My head rings in harmony. The cat jumps uponmy curled-up body,tears my dream to shreds. I flick on the radio for company.The station plays a songI’ve heard a thousand times... - [The Dissolution of Assets](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/16/the-dissolution-of-assets/): By: Allison Morgenthaler John and Marcy Long just got into the car after their appointment with the Medicaid lawyer. The lawyer was advising them on what the middle class must do to afford nursing home costs. They can apply by... - [Shimmering Path](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/15/shimmering-path/): By: Saharsh Satheesh The rain just wouldn’t stop. Accompanied by the wind, both screamed for their lives as lightning crackled. The thunder feeling inferior let out a bellow that shook Earth to its core. All the while, I stayed snuggled... - ['A Ghostly Voyage' and other poems by afrophilus](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/15/a-ghostly-voyage-and-other-poems-by-afrophilus/): By: afrophilus A Ghostly Voyage Sunk beneath gloomy shadows,With my radiant smile transformed into a sulking grimI took a journey down memory lane.How ghostly the chasm that separates now from before? Besetting me like a whirlwind,Drove me around like a... - [Afraid](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/15/afraid/): By: Umar YB Not in tilling the land,in harrowing it or inmaking the ridge. Won’t be reluctantto irrigate the fields whenthe heavens are way stingy. Burdens me notto enrich the landwith dung and mulch. My willing hoewould weed the weedswhen... - [The Preferati](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/14/the-preferati/): By: Benjamin Oku “Push! Push!!” Those were the first words I heard as I opened my eyes to this world albeit with some strange creature who had five slender legs pulling me from my mother’s womb. “Congratulations! You are now... - [Who was he? What was he?](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/14/who-was-he-what-was-he/): By Robert Feinstein There are these elderly men …  I don’t think they are actually rabbis, who spend their days roaming through Jewish cemeteries, looking for the bereaved.  Give them a few dollars and they’ll conduct a grave site service in memory of... - [Cancer and its Roots in Hollywood & Bollywood](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/13/cancer-and-its-roots-in-hollywood-bollywood/): By: Jamal M. Siddiqui If you are a person with access to the internet, then you must be aware of the ongoing events of the world. More specifically, you might have even heard of the recent situation in Hollywood and... - [Little Hands](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/13/little-hands/): By: Marc Carver As I went for my runI thought about sneaking out for my second outside of the day and walking in the thunder storms to come.They surely wouldand I may even get hit by lightning,I could wear one... - [Justice](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/13/justice/): By: King Buohien Ediare The cloud amassed ingredientsfor the funeral of the day.First, it was brightwe were masters of the day.Later duskwe started returning to our roots. Now asblack as beneath the grave!Those behind time stumble and trudgein the black... - [Why I Ate So Much](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/13/why-i-ate-so-much/): By James Bates I never did figure out where the voices were coming from, but they were there, that was for sure, day and night, whispering, “Feed us. Feed us, now.” So I did. Boy, did I ever. I was... - [“A Sister” and other poems by Katrenia M. Busch](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/12/a-sister-and-other-poems-by-katrenia-m-busch/): By: Katrenia M. Busch “A Sister” A sister is a friendWho helps in times of needBeing—someone who mendsOur lives as we are— wearied Sisters by bloodOr born otherwiseAs they often shouldBe seen as angels in disguise Aiding as a helping... - [Conversation](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/12/conversation/): By Chandra Shekhar Dubey Silent night whispered tosalubrious day .“Where have you lost your noise?”The day tweaked -‘in lockdown’I always keep in my sleeve and clockSo do I now-They created malls, shops , restaurantsto keep themselves alive and busy,filled my... - ['From the Stairhead' and other poems by Pieter Drift](https://literaryyard.com/2019/11/04/from-the-stairhead-and-other-poems-by-pieter-drift/): By: Pieter Drift FROM THE STAIRHEAD How much darkness do you need my head is swinging tumbling down stick your tongue in my ear May I touch your cunt while I am reading James Joyce He is not my favorite... - [Paradox of the free](https://literaryyard.com/2019/11/04/paradox-of-the-free/): By: Cathy Charlton Generations before sought solace in vast landscapes; wilderness reflecting the spirit within, a space to be free. Mountains and lakes, the salty sea – all must feel, for they have seen millenniums. But in our shrinking world... - [Poems from 'Pebble on the Edge of a Cliff' by Franco Cardiello](https://literaryyard.com/2019/11/04/poems-from-pebble-on-the-edge-of-a-cliff-by-franco-cardiello/): By: Franco Cardiello CREATOR You invented the clock. You created many seasons. You designed the house where you reside. You chiseled contradicting laws into stone. I try my hardest to adjust my circadian rhythm until it stops. I search for... - [Wrath Revealed](https://literaryyard.com/2019/11/01/wrath-revealed/): By: Samuel Evans Jimmy Whiteman stared deeply into the campfire.  Its orange glow flickered and pulsed in the wind.  He could hear the distant howling of coyotes piercing through the night, mingling with the sound of the breeze whispering through... - ['Hero' and other poems by John Grey](https://literaryyard.com/2019/11/01/hero-and-other-poems-by-john-grey/): By: John Grey HERO Not that I think one is required hut if you do feel the need then I am available. But I’m warning you, my past efforts have been failures. Your mother, remember her, said something like, “Hero,... - [Simon Perchik's poetry](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/31/simon-perchiks-poetry/): By: Simon Perchik Step by step you limp behind yet it’s the Earth that’s whittled down holds on to the scraps as mornings and the little stones these graves heat with sunlight –you’re warmed the way one shoe lights up... - [Art Musings by Adam Kluger](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/31/art-musings-by-adam-kluger/): By: Adam Kluger Art 1 Art 2 Art 3 Art 4 Art 5 - ['for the sake of sea wolves' and other poems by Paweł Markiewicz](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/31/for-the-sake-of-sea-wolves-and-other-poems-by-pawel-markiewicz/): By: Paweł Markiewicz for the sake of sea wolves cribbed pearls the pirates are dancing aboard despite of a seagull-like angriness lories as well as the pearls a meek hoard of the sea wolves dreaming of the propitious lories and... - [Hungarian Wizardries - Musings](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/31/hungarian-wizardries-musings/): By: Paweł Markiewicz Something of Hungary would give thanks to Austria for the historic-ontological suitableness, a weird-like spirit. I was with my hound in front of the primordial oak I harvested there tree glamorous-meek acorns I have left behind the... - ['Dog’s Life' and other poems by Jake Cosmos Aller](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/31/dogs-life-and-other-poems-by-jake-cosmos-aller/): By: Jake Cosmos Aller It’s a Dog’s Life For Me I’d like to come back In my next life As a dog A dog’s only worry Is its next meal All it has to do Is wag its tail And... - [Barry Barabbas](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/29/barry-barabbas/): By Russell Richardson “You really are reformed,” said Edward Getty with a twisted smirk. Barry Barabbas sat bent over a small Formica table in his friend’s tiny kitchen and studied dirty scratches that marred the tabletop. Edward had been using... - ['Dissimulatus' and other poems by RC deWinter](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/29/dissimulatus-and-other-poems-by-rc-dewinter/): By: RC deWinter dissimulatus we all carry a secret self a jumble of mistakes shame ambition desire passionate fire anxious to be seen without blame to be the object all admire so wear a mask when standing in the public... - ['Do My Research Paper' to Enjoy Academic Success](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/29/do-my-research-paper-to-enjoy-academic-success/): Many students ask – How can I do my research paper? It’s a common online request left by many students. They have some problems with this particular type of academic assignment. It requires in-depth knowledge, advanced writing skills, a lot... - [Wilting Watchtower](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/28/wilting-watchtower/): By: Sterling Warner Now I’ve always been a modern man—a reasonable man—a person thoroughly grounded in my love of philosophy and college studies. I’d studied the history of religions, the advance of global civilizations, and the fine arts everywhere. In... - [Some commandments for the dreamy Erlking](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/25/some-commandments-for-the-dreamy-erlking/): By: Paweł Markiewicz Become a superb troubadour who lovesan eaglet in the starry night full of autumn miracle fulfilled inthe meek ontology! Taste a beverage of holt-like fairies from a stunning tumbler – to witthe cranberry juice and some dew enchantedin the metaphysics! Sit... - [CAFÉ KRANZLER](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/25/cafe-kranzler/): By Gaither Stewart Stars and Stripes Features Editor Darrell Sternwald hopped down from the back steps of the tram and promptly slipped on the wet cobblestones and fell flat on his face. As he peered around him the blurry faces... - [Landslide](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/25/landslide/): By Gaither Stewart “…every shadow is in the final analysis a child of light, and only he who experiences light and dark, war and peace, and rise and fall, has truly lived.” – (Stefan Zweig: Die Welt von Gestern (The... - ['Freedom' and other poems by Charlene Pierce](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/25/freedom-and-other-poems-by-charlene-pierce/): By: Charlene Pierce Freedom Flock and rise as one. A chorus of wings breathe the sound with diastolic release and soar. ### Breath of Life Fragmented, scattered like dust hidden in the corners, coating the spaces of unreachable places, the... - [Tragic Kid Yearning](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/24/tragic-kid-yearning/): By Ian C Smith Frankston generations on from war’s aftermath, English immigration lured by its bayside setting, its regular train service connecting Melbourne. End of the line. The very end. True, the posh whizz past by freeway to their holiday... - ['Choice is Meditation not Weed' n 'Venom – The Secret Powder'](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/24/choice-is-meditation-not-weed-n-venom-the-secret-powder/): By Heena Mahajan Choice is Meditation not Weed A lonely person, A wanderer how I choose to live diffused life when others are sparkling like chandelier…. I geared up to realize the importance of group always laughing at sights tried... - ['Rubies' and other poems by Jean Fineberg](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/24/rubies-and-other-poems-by-jean-fineberg/): By: Jean Fineberg Rubies Glistening ruby beads on four parallel chains parade across her teenage arm. A shaft of sunlight penetrates the drawn blinds. Nighttime at noon. Her shaking hand holds a light bulb and squeezes, squeezes until it shatters.... - [My First Misadventure](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/24/my-first-misadventure/): By Robert Steward Bromley, England 1999 I parked my white Mini in the forecourt of the Bromley adult education centre in Nightingale Lane. I took my shoulder bag from the passenger seat, got out the car and locked the door.... - [Quantum Hints of Reality](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/24/quantum-hints-of-reality/): By: Ram Govardhan After attending the heavy sessions at the Science and Nonduality Conference in San Jose and the World Science Festival in New York, David McFarlane and his Jewish-American wife, Batya Bergstein, resolved to head to Coimbatore, India, to... - ['You Are (Not) Alone' and 'The Girl I fell for' by Mary Shuda](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/22/you-are-not-alone-and-the-girl-i-fell-for-by-mary-shuda/): By: Mary Shuda You Are (Not) Alone In the chair, a boy. Father’s toy; Mother’s joy. The mother an angel the father able, but not interested in the cradle. pierced despite his armor surrounded by people he’s dying alone ###... - [The Gorgon of St Gwyndydd’s school](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/22/the-gorgon-of-st-gwyndydds-school/): By: Andrew Birch The Gorgon of St Gwyndydd’s school: Part 1 Silence as they creep up stair On cotton soles cold and soft A gasp from all around us came As Agnes Brewer coughed. Silence in the maths room As... - [Under the Barricades: A Story of the Sixties](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/22/under-the-barricades-a-story-of-the-sixties/): By Penny Skillman “Remember the void, Chuck. Remember the void.” Dramatically, the woman held his face in her hands, staring deeply into the void of Chuck’s eyes. “C’mon Chuck, let’s go.” We dragged him away from the woman who said... - ['A Land of Plenty' and other poems by Simon Havoc](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/21/a-land-of-plenty-and-other-poems-by-simon-havoc/): By: Simon Havok A Land of Plenty From the Aran Islands to Belfast, a land of plenty, for the meek and bold Over infinite rolling emerald hills of rocky roads that bend and fold Deep into the Scots pines, in... - [Mornings](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/21/mornings/): By Nicole Sharp The coffeepot sputtered and coughed in annoyance. Janie Holms sighed, waiting for that first drip of brown liquid to trickle into the twelve cup coffee pot. When it did, she gave another heavy sigh and righted herself,... - [The Cockerel and the Withered Bum](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/21/the-cockerel-and-the-withered-bum/): By: Maa Salaam “Aleem! Aaleem! “Ma!” “Aaaleeem!” “Maaaa!” I shouted. Mothers and their incessant calls, especially when you were playing, especially now when I was losing and fighting to come back. Uuurgh! “Alee–“ “Maa! I’m coming!” I quickly packed my... - [The Olive Tree](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/21/the-olive-tree/): By: Don Tassone Arjun Agarwal and Akeyo Kamau met during their first year of medical school at Johns Hopkins. Arjun was from India, Akeyo from Kenya. Both were new to the US. They had seen each other in biochemistry. Each... - [The Photograph](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/21/the-photograph/): By: Robert Spielman Very seldom does a man of any age, especially a man who has reached the age of deep-rooted regret, have only one item on the end table at the right hand of his rocking chair. Usually, a... - ['Glacial Erratics in Belmont' and other poems by William Doreski](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/20/glacial-erratics-in-belmont-and-other-poems-by-william-doreski/): By: William Doreski Glacial Erratics in Belmont Being rocks, they don’t remember. Or remember very little. The streets square up to houses, to the playground, tennis courts, and the large but effete cemetery. The rocks squat self-conscious on lawns as... - [Fifteen Minutes of Fame](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/20/fifteen-minutes-of-fame/): By: Bruce Levine Fifteen minutes of fame. Not much consistency. Not much to build a career on. Not much to build a life on. Why did he bother? Why did he go through all the trouble? He’d asked himself those... - [Thalia’s Journey](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/19/thalias-journey/): By: Linda Barrett One Thalia had everything ready for the last night of her life. While Hurricane Denise poured gallons of water down on the small New Jersey town, Thalia prepared herself for her suicide. She bought the sleeping pills... - [Video Basement](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/19/video-basement/): By Russ Bickerstaff The place would’ve been considered squalid if it weren’t for the fact that there never really seemed to be that much of a consciousness there to judge its condition. This is not to say that there wasn’t... - ['Beach' and other poems by Ajay Kumar](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/19/beach-and-other-poems-by-ajay-kumar/): By: Ajay Kumar Beach The sand refuses to own, the sea denies, orphaned the plastic breathes in undeservation- I feel obliged to call my limbs brown describing them under the sand even though, there, or beneath sea-foam, it is not... - [Help](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/19/help/): By: Alan Berger I have not done anything wrong Then again, my memory Ain’t that long A walk in the sunny park Has become a stroll in quicksand In the dark I watch the news And search to see Who... - [That girl in the yellow top](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/17/that-girl-in-the-yellow-top/): By Onkar Sharma that girl in the yellow top once left me aghast.came you like a gust of breeze and I was clutched in thy love, at last. you met, and my life was filled with starlight.you met, and my... - ['Pranava' and other poems by Mahathi](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/17/pranava-and-other-poems-by-mahathi/): By: Mahathi PRANAVA (Sonnet) That sound sonorous, heard I ere, somewhere, coming from deep ethereal caverns. It’s like a numinous boom from vacuous sphere and like the whiffs of wind through dancing ferns. Sometimes I heard it low and verily... - [The Shed](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/17/the-shed/): By John Andreini Ringing like a small windchime followed a shadow sliding behind the three human silhouettes perched on the roof. “What’s that?” asked Dean, twisting his body. “My mom’s idiot cat. Kiki,” said Peter. “Bitch hates me.” “Kiki?” asked... - [Discerning Friends](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/17/discerning-friends/): By Thomas Elson Bierley knew … Monday morning at the tail end of the worst storm of 1982, and Daniel J. Bierley III, sole surviving family member of a third-generation law firm founded by his grandfather in 1913, rushed past... - ['Something about rain' and other poems by Alex Deramo](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/15/something-about-rain-and-other-poems-by-alex-deramo/): By: Alex Deramo  Something about Rain The first growl of thunder chases us upstairs Water already leaking through the forgotten crack, we push open my bedroom window, Letting the fierce cry of rain into the quiet of my room A... - ['Our Endless Sojourn' and other poems by Dirk Dunbar](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/15/our-endless-sojourn-and-other-poems-by-dirk-dunbar/): By: Dirk Dunbar Our Endless Sojourn Watching my shadow switch direction as I follow this babbling brook helps me feel the spontaneity of life’s patterns. Like wheat fields waving to and fro, duck flight formations echo rhythms of wildlife’s dance... - [The Cherry Factory](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/15/the-cherry-factory/): By: Rachel Reyes October 21st, 2017 According to the newspaper clippings on your office wall, you are the brilliant Oscar Markovich, fourth-generation business owner, scrappy and shrewd, fast-talking and foul-mouthed, seventy-six years old but still going strong like a sturdy... - [The Hit](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/15/the-hit/): By: Alan Berger There she was. Just sitting there. At the local bowling alley with her friends. As she was waiting for her turn, she thought how lovely it would be if later that evening, the sounds of the bowling... - [Another window story](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/15/another-window-story/): By: Kusum Choppra Oftentimes waking up is accompanied by a sickening realisation: That some sleep time was devoted to a new painless suicide method. This morning the window net went up to peer down, checking for a clear fall down... - [The Last Written Poem](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/15/the-last-written-poem/): By: Mark Ivan L. Sarin It’s midnight, still thinking about you, Can’t sleep, our memories killing me piece by piece, The continous shading of blue breaks my peace, Nothing to say, nothing to complain, A profane but humane, Slightly plain... - [Melody and Brown Eyes](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/15/melody-and-brown-eyes/): By: Stephanie Kezia F. Henson I wrote to a song and it’s all about you. It’s all about those brown eyes. Those brown eyes that made me fell in love. Eyes that made my world filled with colors. But those... - ['Growing Old' and other poems by Pat Doran](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/12/growing-old-and-other-poems-by-pat-doran/): By: Pat Doran Growing Old I can tell by your handsthat you are olderthan what you say,but it’s the lines underyour eyes that givethe game away.Here you are trying torecapture your younger days,by putting your handthrough his hair,hoping that he... - [Three Jobs Should be Enough](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/10/three-jobs-should-be-enough/): By: Joel E. Turner Three jobs should be enough, I mean none of them is what you’d really call a job, not like when I was clocking in at the refractory plant, lifting heavy shit to make bricks, running a... - ['Unrestrained' and other poems by Kristine Joy](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/10/unrestrained-and-other-poems-by-kristine-joy/): By: Kristine Joy Unrestrained The world is bizarre and obscure, yet so beautiful; Like a hot chocolate with melted cheese in it, Isn’t it ridiculous? But strangely tastes delicious, We let ourselves get trapped in a cage, Doing what others... - [That Day I Kept My Silence](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/09/that-day-i-kept-my-silence/): By: Erica Radam Walking by the sunset, hand in hand with A stranger’s calloused palms My chest is thumping Then erupted from his proprietorial behavior. I was procured by his eyes, Held captive by his venereal intentions Yet, I did... - ['Sea ranch' and other poems by Maxine Flasher-Duzgunes](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/09/sea-ranch-and-other-poems-by-maxine-flasher-duzgunes/): By: Maxine Flasher-Duzgunes Sea ranch We carve our purple names Onto shards of sea cliff With mussel shell Dab a pink sea cucumber And let a mole crab Believe our hands are the sand You say the abalone Are breakable... - [Tree Dances](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/09/tree-dances/): By: Maxine Flasher-Duzgune It was fall in Tompkins, the leaves of the Sweetgum and Gingko unveiling a 9 o’clock gold on their undersides. And my lens refocused on the beautiful dancers in the trees. What makes the wind blow down... - ['Saved by Grace' and other poems by Patricia Taguiam](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/08/saved-by-grace-and-other-poems-by-patricia-taguiam/): By Patricia Taguiam Saved by Grace Trials hard to bear Tempted to murmur and despair Look in the mirror, so dire Who is this I’ve become? Calloused by pain Is she stuck by circumstances inadvertently hardened through time or is... - ['Stress Leads to Success' and other poems by writmic](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/08/stress-leads-to-success-and-other-poems-by-writmic/): By: writmic Stress Leads to Success School works are obstacles in our paths. You continue walking as they come. Eventually, you still choose to finish them and end up working through upon your sleepless nights. In the end of the... - [A tribute to tennis legend Roger Federer](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/08/a-tribute-to-tennis-legend-roger-federer/): . By; Annapurani Vaidyanathan 2006. My first-ever memory of watching you play. It was a Wimbledon final against Nadal. I was staring at a 24-year-old star who already had 7 grand slams in his kitty. A ball boy who had... - [The Bluffer of Ajeebpur](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/08/the-bluffer-of-ajeebpur-2/): By: Debraj Bhattacharya I. A Worried DM  The District Magistrate of district Ajeebpur, Mr. Hari Sachdev IAS, looked worried. He had just received a letter that a high-profile delegation from the UN would be visiting his district to see the... - [Mrs. Euphoria](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/07/mrs-euphoria/): By: Mary Bone Mrs. Euphoria looked at the list of people in town that she had just sent to the editor of her local newspaper. The names on the list were people who believed a malicious rumor that she, Mrs.... - ['Tied by affection' and other poems by Jacynth Amores](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/07/tied-by-affection-and-other-poems-by-jacynth-amores/): By: Jacynth Amores TIED BY AFFECTION They say love at first sight Is just a myth, A Hollywood Tale? An exquisite adornment Gasping for affections To love unconditionally A bright ray of sunshine Filters through the stained glass window Illuminating... - [Stopping by a Neighbor’s House on a Summer Morning](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/07/stopping-by-a-neighbors-house-on-a-summer-morning/): By Mark Kodama I. The Walk I am ill. I have stage 2 bone marrow cancer and diabetes 2. So my doctors told me I needed to take more walks, get more exercise. So this morning I took a walk.... - [Hunting Crows](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/07/hunting-crows/): By: Jim Bates Dad pointed, “Tyler, take this bag and put those decoys way out by the corn stalks. Not too close to us. We don’t want to spook them.” I dutifully followed his instructions and hiked through the snow,... - [The Ole Dutchman and the little white dog](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/06/the-ole-dutchman-and-the-little-white-dog/): By: Patricia Tramble A smoky white mist slowly moves across the lake. The fog is so thick, I could barely see in front of me and if not careful, I could easily walk into a watery grave. The smell in... - [Three Bridges Across Europe](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/06/three-bridges-across-europe/): By Julia Lesel When I was 21, a lone female backpacker, I passed through Salzburg, Rome, and Vienna. At one bridge in each city, I took out a notebook and started writing a little sketch of what I observed going... - [Cookie Comfort](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/06/cookie-comfort/): By E. J. Bradley I am a foster carer who happened to overhear the end of a conversation about foster caring. “I’d be no good at foster care,” explained my sister-in-law to my wife. “I could never love someone else’s... - [Hail, an Act of God](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/06/hail-an-act-of-god/): By: Mike Sharlow I was watching the Lakers play the Heat Sunday afternoon when the local weather geek interrupted the game to announce a severe storm warning. This clean cut, slightly post pubescent weather guy tried to, in a less... - [The Right Idea](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/05/the-right-idea/): By: Sterling Warner “Gerry—why do you always seem a couple years younger each time I see you?” “Dunno. Sunscreen? Diet? Skin lotion?” Gerry replied. “Smartass!” “At your service, Martin.” “But you’re sorta right…all my outdoor construction works makes me face... - [Keeping the farm](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/05/keeping-the-farm/): By Dawn DeBraal Henry Passet tried to move his horse forward. Stubborn as he was his stallion Lightening, stood his ground. Henry pulled out his riding crop, striking the horse several times to get him to move forward. Lightening reared... - [November Forest Walk](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/05/november-forest-walk/): By: Christopher Johnson The road wagged back and forth like the tail of a dog, curling around saltboxes and Cape Cods and three-hundred-year-old colonials with rough-hewn beams and low ceilings. Eventually the road passed the Nobscot Boy Scout reservation, west... - [If You Can Come Away](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/05/if-you-can-come-away/): By: Welkin Siskin If you can come away with sublime love beating out of our union, Being oblivious, creating disaffection, I guess should I leave you on your wish. It is not just because I wish, but because you do.... - [Chinese Poet Hongri Yuan's Two Poems](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/05/chinese-poet-hongri-yuans-two-poems/): By Chinese Poet Hongri YuanTranslated by Yuanbing Zhang I Was Originally The God of the Gods I shall change seawater into honey， smelt the stone into the gold， The bitter is namely sweet， the sun is born from the womb... - ['Apple of my Eyes' and other poems by Mariel Avecilla](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/05/apple-of-my-eyes-and-other-poems-by-mariel-avecilla/): By: Mariel Avecilla Apple of my Eyes The paradise wast did fill with— creatures, plants, floweth’rs in myriad div’rsity. each one possessing peculiar attributes, but all of those enthrall’d me not, f’r only one did seize mine own he’d and... - ['All I Want to Do' and other poems by Samantha Lizardo](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/05/all-i-want-to-do-and-other-poems-by-samantha-lizardo/): By: Samantha Lizardo All I Want to Do I’ll listen to your story As your soul peeks from your eyes All I want to do is say hi to you Oh, dear stranger I’ll lend you my shoulder As rivers... - ['Veteran' and other poems by Lucia van den Brink](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/04/veteran-and-other-poems-by-lucia-van-den-brink/): By: Lucia van den Brink Veteran You are a war zone windows were broken doors kicked in bombs landed and now when glass falls doors slammed shut firework explodes You react as if you are at war again and you... - [Lost Civilization Re-emerges](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/04/lost-civilization-re-emerges/): By William T. Hathaway In the early 1950s, as the newly developed hydrogen bomb cast its mushroom-shaped shadow of megadeath over the world, an aged Indian monk gave his young assistant a mission: create world peace and enlightenment by restoring... - [Mary Mackey opens up about her new poetry collection 'The Jaguars That Prowl Our Dreams'](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/04/mary-mackey-opens-up-about-her-new-poetry-collection-the-jaguars-that-prowl-our-dreams/): Interviewed by: Carol Smallwood Mary Mackey, with a B.A. from Harvard College and a Ph.D. in Comparative Literature from The University of Michigan, is a New York Times bestselling author and award-winning poet. Maxine Hong Kingston noted: “Mary Mackey’s poems are... - [Faith](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/04/faith/): By: Adam Kluger The green tongue of the monster was hard and spiky. The rubbery grey lips and dark hard outer shell were open, completely exposed. Ok. So my universal remote fell off the bed onto the hardwood floor and... - ['Defeated' and other poems by John Tustin](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/04/defeated-and-other-poems-by-john-tustin/): By: John Tustin DEFEATED A few days after the day When it all began for us You spoke to me, Hushed as if under house arrest And I could hear your voice Almost inaudible In my ear But clearly Nearly... - ['you are no phoenix' and other poems by Linda M Crate](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/04/you-are-no-phoenix-and-other-poems-by-linda-m-crate/): By: Linda M Crate you are no phoenix since you took things from me i can never have returned there’s only way to settle this, a life for a life; because an eye for an eye wouldn’t work i am... - [Guns and Other Things](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/04/guns-and-other-things/): By: David Jacobs Dennis stopped to scrape the gum off the sole of his shoe,”Damn! I hate this”. A faint sound, a muffled cry coming from the abandoned building in front of him.      Dennis racked his gun and slipped... - [Me Myself and Lies](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/04/me-myself-and-lies/): By: Alan Berger The sky is fallingLike broken glassThe past is crawlingUp my ass The streets I strollAbducted my soulAnd took awayMy jelly roll The waves in oceansThat I may never seeAre spelling my nameAnd calling for me But what... - [“Priceless or useless” and other poems by Euphonious Poet](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/04/__trashed-2/): By: Euphonious Poet “Priceless or useless” I don’t know how to feel anymore I am but an instrument A tool to be used at your disposal You only need me when you want something from me Other than that I... - [Glacial Pace: Face of Change](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/04/glacial-pace-face-of-change/): By: Edmund Weisberg My favorite book as a toddler was Green Eggs and Ham. I asked my parents to read it to me so often that my father, in particular, wanted to beg off the nightly duty because he felt... - [Oh, to Be in Greenland Now That Eternal Spring Is There](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/04/oh-to-be-in-greenland-now-that-eternal-spring-is-there/): By: Edmund Weisberg The assignment given, with two whole days. Calamities rise! Pupils face the grade. Nature as topic, spurred by the sun’s rays. Addressing climate change, alas, forbade. The glistening sol nourishes us all. Erudite pedagogues await the verse.... - [Dimensional](https://literaryyard.com/2019/10/04/dimensional/): By: Degen Hill “Climber One, do you copy?” Static echoed back across the line. “Climber One, this is Sierra Base, Dimension 19, do you copy?” The static continued. Lieutenant Mercer turned to look at Commander Urtz, and shook her head.... - ['Desdemona’s Corpse' and other poems by Barry Vitcov](https://literaryyard.com/2019/09/08/desdemonas-corpse-and-other-poems-by-barry-vitcov/): By: Barry Vitcov Desdemona’s Corpse Desdemona is asked how to play a corpse Shallow breaths Running future lines in my head She said When confined to bed And my cells are almost done No longer subject to the sun When... - [Pacemaker](https://literaryyard.com/2019/09/08/pacemaker/): By: Barry Vitcov “I’d like to purchase a replacement battery for my pacemaker,” said the short, white-haired, slightly bent over woman with inquisitive green eyes. She stood at Saul Gold’s battery kiosk in the St. James Square Mall with a... - ['Love Letters to Arabella' by the Young Shakespeare](https://literaryyard.com/2019/09/05/love-letters-to-arabella-by-the-young-shakespeare/): By Thy Young Shakespeare Background These poetry pieces are compilations of poems from a current draft novel called Elexander the 3rd.  Set in the 1800s, an epic story presented as a fictional romance novel.  The story depicts the romance between an English... - ['The way to end' and other poems by Hardeep Sabharwal](https://literaryyard.com/2019/09/04/the-way-to-end-and-other-poems-by-hardeep-sabharwal/): By: Hardeep Sabharwal 1. The way to end Ending slowly is Always better than Ending in a single moment When in a moment Any relation, object or person Comes to an end It is unbearable moment of separation But when... - ['Thoughts in the Night' and other poems by James G. Piatt](https://literaryyard.com/2019/09/04/thoughts-in-the-night-and-other-poems-by-jim-piatt/): By: James G. Piatt Thoughts in the Night The night is almost silent, only the gentile tic-tocking sound of the old grandfather clock heralding in the late hours, and the soft din of my thoughts stream softly into the atmosphere.... - [Poems: 'Don’t give any name to my love' and 'Purity of her character'](https://literaryyard.com/2019/09/03/poems-dont-give-any-name-to-my-love-and-purity-of-her-character/): By Jamal Siddiqui “Don’t give any name to my love” I have met her in good faith, we both share the relationship of Heart, do not name it She appreciates my lips, lives in my heart, resides in my soul.do... - [Human and Humane](https://literaryyard.com/2019/09/03/human-and-humane/): By Jamal Siddiqui “It is easy to be Human, very hard to be Humane” – Miza Ghalib We’re all born human, it isn’t something that’s gifted to us or something we have to work for. It simply is. Often times,... - [A Sonata with Too Many Sharps](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/26/a-sonata-with-too-many-sharps/): By: Maya Nalawade The left side of my brain was nurtured with the sounds of Grandma’s Wagner records. The fluttering sounds of violins and booming hydes sinking Awe to the corners of the rooms. The echoes rippling through the Air.... - [The Bluffer of Ajeebpur](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/26/the-bluffer-of-ajeebpur/): By: Debraj Bhattacharya A worried DM The District Magistrate of district Ajeebpur, Mr. Hari Sachdev IAS, is a worried man. He has just received a letter that a high-profile delegation from UN is coming to see the present condition of... - [In Pursuit of Purpose](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/25/in-pursuit-of-purpose/): By: Shilpa Rajagopal Purpose is a funny word deliberate and assuming what is your Purpose? they ask as if everyone is born knowing this fundamental truth, following a linear road as if there is singularity or absolutism to abstraction, to... - ['A Sonnet For Paradox’s Repeat Offender' and other poems by Kushal Poddar](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/25/a-sonnet-for-paradoxs-repeat-offender-and-other-poems-by-kushal-poddar/): By: Kushal Poddar A Sonnet For Paradox’s Repeat Offender We skedaddle from remembrance and its strict policing, yet here we stand- midst a street of broken houses, holes for the walls. Memory’s widened its reach. We have souvenirs from the... - ['Family' and poems by James Diaz](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/25/family-and-poems-by-james-diaz/): By: James Diaz Family Marry me to a piece of sky tar and feather my bones, Mother piece of paper my heart over the fire in your mouth brown hills rolling blue skies over the engine cooling madness of my... - ['Smoke lost in the air' and other poems by Edward Lee](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/25/smoke-lost-in-the-air-and-other-poems-by-edward-lee/): By: Edward Lee SMOKE LOST IN THE AIR I feel the urge to start smoking, capture you in a tendril of smoke, hold you in my lungs, never exhale, poison myself for the sake of knowing you deeper, you who... - ['Tomb of unburied days' and other poems by R.K.Singh](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/25/tomb-of-unburied-days-and-other-poems-by-r-k-singh/): By: R.K.Singh TOMB OF UNBURIED DAYS While volcanoes rehearse to show their teeth lovers shouting from the well of the house wave broken condoms rather than broken trust conflate dissent on self-erasing slates and prove worse than the old oxen... - ['I know the language of the rain' and other poems by S.B Goncarova](https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/24/i-know-the-language-of-the-rain-and-other-poems-by-s-b-goncarova/): By: S.B Goncarova I know the language of the rain, she says. The gull beats her rain-stained wings as she hovers over the line between land and sea. She looks down into the water, searching for a fixed-point, but instead... - [Tails from the Whirligig](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/29/tails-from-the-whirligig/): By: Stephen Kingsnorth From swirling wash to swirling stringon spinning top is this world of spin.Stick-sprout upturned umbrella ribs,invert pyramid, caged cup, gust dip,with no still pocket for retreat, butupdraught airs sight-hidden weave. The way the breeze is turning, likeVicar... - [Feel the Hope](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/29/feel-the-hope/): By Edson Sambala There are tough moments in life,Times when grudge expressed in words,Pulling down efforts invested for the future,Though water which has been poured downIt’s hard to have it in a bucket again, but stillThere is strength in the... - ['Unrequited' and other poems by Ken W. Simpson](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/29/unrequited-and-other-poems-by-ken-w-simpson/): By Ken W. Simpson Unrequited Flushed out by anger and doubtswith nothing left but a black abyssto escape from life’s cruel realityfor hopeful unfulfilled anticipation. ### Cultural Values In the waste-bin of misused momentsDissolute days bequeathed in angerLeft to ride... - ['Daring the sea' and other poems by Umar YB](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/28/daring-the-sea-and-other-poems-by-umar-yb/): By: Umar YB DARING THE SEAS Daring the seas, Come what may.  Ready to know The tidal kindness Or the kind Of its deceit.   If I cross the swells, Safe and sound, To the other coast, That’s my wish.  And, if I wanderOn the highs That I sink In... - [The Hill](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/27/the-hill/): By: Don Tassone Henry Valentine sat straight up in bed, awakened by the morning sun, thinking he had overslept.  Confused, he looked over at his clock.  7:18.  His heart raced.  Is this Saturday?  Yes, it’s Saturday.  Thank God.  For a... - [Subtle Matter: Where the physical and spiritual unite](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/27/subtle-matter-where-the-physical-and-spiritual-unite/): By William T. Hathaway Dr. Klaus Volkamer’s new book, “Weighing Soul Substance”, builds bridges across the gulf that has separated science from spirituality, materialism from mysticism. It confirms the reality of auras, clairvoyance, remote viewing, psychokinesis, telepathy, and precognition, and... - ['Bring home the glory' and other poems by EG Ted Davis](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/27/bring-home-the-glory-and-other-poems-by-eg-ted-davis/): By: EG Ted Davis Bring home the glory ‘Tis time for payback,the Chinese holiday is over,shall we impart great tariffshell yeah, says the American worker,your economy hasprospered off of our’sand left our backs sweatless,bring home the great industrial complex-says the... - [The Gazebo](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/27/the-gazebo/): By: Linda Barrett                                                               Ron didn’t want to come on the New Directions road trip but his stepbrother, Tim, forced him into it. Agnes DellaRossa, the support group’s leader recommended it to him when she called him earlier that morning.... - ['Utilitarian Beauty' n 'The Puzzling Piece'](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/25/utilitarian-beauty-n-the-puzzling-piece/): By: Arinda duPont Utilitarian Beauty She wasn’t exactly beautiful. She had been called intriguing,but most days she looked more practical than exotic. Her utilitarian look was an acquired taste. If you could get past the blotchy skin and naturally red... - ['america’s backyard' and other poems by Tara Davoodi](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/25/americas-backyard-and-other-poems-by-tara-davoodi/): By: Tara Davoodi america’s backyard as i sit there, diggingi can’t help but thinkthat all of this is futile. scooping out soil fromthe embalmed earth,planting rotten seeds. ancient stones, quartz and graniterecovered in sweaty palmsdarkness burrowed under fingernails, nothing but... - [Bad Neighbors](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/25/bad-neighbors/): By: Sally Smithson They never liked Brad.  When they moved in, and they were lugging the cardboard boxes up the driveway, there he stood across the street.  His arms were crossed, and he was scowling.  They could see a toothpick... - [The soup war](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/25/the-soup-war/): By: Beatriz Moisset In Argentina there is a type of pasta that we call ammunition pasta. It is used mostly to make soups. The name describes the shape perfectly. In Italian, it is called pastina, but this name also applies... - [New poetry collection 'Rocky Landscape With Vagrants' is just out](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/25/new-poetry-collection-rocky-landscape-with-vagrants-is-just-out/): Gary Glauber’s new poetry collection, Rocky Landscape with Vagrants, is just out and available on Amazon. One of the poems in the collection ‘Making Memories’ was first published in Literary Yard. Published by Cyberwit, the collection runs into 109 pages... - [The Last Frontier](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/24/the-last-frontier/): By: Alan Swyer “What?” Eddie Faber asked, answering his cell after seeing his ex-wife’s name on caller ID. “I need you back in LA,” Carolyn announced. “I’m covering the Dodgers in Spring Training.  I can’t just leave.” “Nicky’s in the... - [The Outbuilding](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/24/the-outbuilding/): By: James Bates Maggie and I were relaxing watching television. Finally, I couldn’t contain myself any longer and made a big point of clearing my throat as a prelude to what I felt I had to say. In response, she... - [Hazy and cool](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/24/hazy-and-cool/): By Eric Burbridge             Lucas Byrd’s love of the Independent Party was short lived when they passed Medicare reform. The budget demanded cuts, those cuts required seniors his age who passed certain criteria to work fifteen hours weekly, in whatever... - ['Our Innocent Sin' and other poems by KJ Hannah Greenberg](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/24/our-innocent-sin-and-other-poems-by-kj-hannah-greenberg/): By: KJ Hannah Greenberg Our Innocent Sin Danube’s green-leafed lilies,Weser’s sapphire, silky skin,Elbe’s pure auburn sunlight,                   our innocent sin. Hochblassen’s famous song birds,Zugspitze’s awfully daunting din,Wetterwandeck’s strident silence,                          our innocent sin. Hamburg’s sundry fishing wharfs,Cologne’s caravans, its olden inns,Stuttgart’s fully fanciful fountains,                             our... - [Review: ‘East of Eden’](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/23/review-east-of-eden/): By: Christine Baek  John Steinbeck opens with a painstaking depiction of the Salinas Valley, his childhood home, and allows both his adoration and familiarity with the landscape to bleed into his descriptions: “The Salinas Valley is a long narrow swale... - [Bar Behaviour 101](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/23/bar-behaviour-101/): By: Ian C Smith At fourteen, wearing my work overalls, so looking older, I breast the bar’s murmuring buzz after pushing through the sesame door.  Payday, air blue with cigarette smoke, a swearing stew.  Women, not allowed in this jingoistic... - [Opting In](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/23/opting-in/): By: Emma Bennison The ship’s horn blasted long and loud as the majestic Pacific Jewel picked up speed. The sun glinted brilliantly off the clear waters of Sydney Harbour. Jason heaved a sigh of relief. Finally, his holiday could begin.... - ['Citizen' and other poems by Wilson Taylor](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/22/citizen-and-other-poems-by-wilson-taylor/): By: Wilson Taylor Citizen There is a city in the treesand a genius in the flowers, stamenswhispering to bees. A squirrel’s call,the undulating flight of a finch, the divotin the grass; I am a blunt instrumenthere to recordthe trickle of... - [The Bread](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/22/the-bread/): By: Alan Berger  Know what it was that inspired his decision?  It was when he saw that Donald Trump Jr. grew one and even though he looked liked a mad dog foaming at the mouth, ears, and nose with crappy... - [Dinner with Daddy](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/21/dinner-with-daddy/): By: Anna Villegas Fawn follows Tammy into the women’s restroom as soon as the hostess shows them to their table.  Taking Daddy out to dinner for Father’s Day was the last-minute Saturday night thought of Earl, Fawn’s brother.  But lately... - [The Baggy](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/21/the-baggy/): By: Mike Sharlow The house on 27th Street was nicknamed “The Baggy” which was ironically appropriate. Large areas of the asphalt siding were gone, compromised with age and torn off from wind. The boards underneath, the original siding from when... - [Fury is my name](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/20/fury-is-my-name/): By Russell Waterman “Sterling, dearie, nobody likes a grumpy wumpy. Here, let’s turn that frown upside down,” his mother leered as she stretched his lips into a deformed jokers smile. In a snit, the young boy pushed his mother’s hands... - [Roots](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/20/roots/): By: Erin Weber Boss  Ron had roots in the community. He was grown from the rocky North Carolina dirt and nourished by its streams and lakes. Like everyone, he had dreams about leaving his hometown, but knew it was probably... - [Footprints in the sand](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/20/footprints-in-the-sand/): By: Bobby Z The Jyd Conspicuous moments—like footprints in the sand.leave you void of emotions—unresponsive to any commands. evaporating memories—disappear like hidden treasures.complicate your desires—to search for forbidden pleasures. wounded dreams—that fail to reveal.leaves you yearning—what is fake and what... - [Late Night](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/20/late-night/): By: William Masters The Da Vinci Café, a San Francisco landmark, stood at the corner of Broadway and Stockton Streets for thirty-nine years. Its door-sized front windows overlooked both Chinatown and North Beach. Opened originally to supply fake documentation (passports,... - ['The First Lovers of Paradise' and other poems by Robert S. King](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/19/the-first-lovers-of-paradise-and-other-poems-by-robert-s-king/): By: Robert S. King The First Lovers of Paradise Sunshine waves down from heavenand reddens the skin.A river snakes into paradise,carrying a load from unknown lands.The lovers bathe, drink, and laughin holy water slowly muddied by burning battleships,by hollow skulls... - ['Pre-life' and other poems by Neera Kashyap](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/19/pre-life-and-other-poems-by-neera-kashyap/): By Neera Kashyap Pre-life Discrimination may be about colour caste race gender.Discrimination may also be about perceiving right from wrong;friend from foe; good from bad; law from justice….Sometimes a person feels like a friend because she has arrived;a rash of... - [Beautiful Black Bird, Fly](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/18/beautiful-black-bird-fly/): By: Kelly L. Miller Black bird, beautiful black bird, take flightInto the greyness of the nearest nightThrough the blend of darkest ebony and lightest whiteTo the greatest of brand-new twinkling heights Black bird, beautiful black bird, do you ventureTo scope... - [A review of 'The Four Colors', a poetry collection](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/18/a-review-of-the-four-colors-a-poetry-collection/): ‘The Four Colors’ by Ankur is the latest poetry collection that presents the different colours of life in four sections. Published by Kolkata-based Hawakal Publishers, the poetry collection goes deeper to explore the meaning of life through four colours. The... - [Lolo and Lala Under Cover](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/17/lolo-and-lala-under-cover/): By: S. B. Julian Two women, burka-covered, meet in the street. They chat. Observers can see nothing but their eyes – when they’re’ close enough. Otherwise they see only two shrouded post-like figures, with voices. Hello Lolo! You’ve put on... - [Pier’s Picture](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/16/piers-picture/): By: Raluca Sirbu I looked for minutes at the picture that he once gave me. He was stretching a smile for the camera; the small six-year-old gave that gift to the person who took the picture.             There was another... - ['File cabinet of dreams' and other poems by Gary William Ramsey](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/16/file-cabinet-of-dreams-and-other-poems-by-gary-william-ramsey/): By: Gary William Ramsey FILE CABINET OF DREAMS Kill that dream, stop that smile.For after a while, you must fileyour life it seems, by those dreams. God does not file lives alphabetically.He files dreams systematically. It’s been awhile, since God... - [An Old Watchman](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/15/an-old-watchman/): By: Abu Siddik The shack was rickety. It stood at the far end of the forest of Khairbari. The yard was covered with long grass and wild weeds. An old watchman, lean, pale, wizened, greasily bearded lived there. For how... - ['My Grandfather's Walking Stick' and other poems by Douglas J. Lanzo](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/15/my-grandfathers-walking-stick-and-other-poems-by-douglas-j-lanzo/): By Douglas J. Lanzo “My Grandfather’s Walking Stick” When I was a boy and stilla few years – but one dream – away from becoming a man,my grandfather presented me withhis prized walking stick,trimmed with his pocketknife froma handsome stick... - [Power of Books...](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/14/power-of-books/): By: Rachna Goswami I have walked in someone elses’ shoes several times and have experienced the world of possibilities.I have moved away from home yet found home everywhere .I am young but I have already lived thousand lives without dying.I... - [Dragged up](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/14/dragged-up/): By: The Birch Twins Aaron Michaels missed the goal again, and the shot rebounded harmlessly off the crossbar. “Aw, you fucking ball sack,” my son shouted with his hands in the air, “he’s fucking blind, that mon.” “Like I said,... - [KRAKATOA](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/13/krakatoa/): By: Ruth Deming Thirty years and I am finally retired from teaching.                 Finally!                  I won’t go on about the years flying by unnoticed – but of course it was true.                 All I really wanted... - ['Would that we could see beyond the heart' and other poems by Tom Zompakos](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/13/would-that-we-could-see-beyond-the-heart-and-other-poems-by-tom-z-spencer/): By Tom Zompakos Would that we could see beyond the heartThe compass Southed by any early blow swamps in pity and rotPlugs the hole with coke and chocolate; caviar and potChurns feet to dance floor beats or yanks the arm... - [The Last Time Rublev Saw the Sea](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/13/the-last-time-rublev-saw-the-sea/): By Tom Zompakos The plague days made hermits of us all. It was a lesser challenge by orders of magnitude than Civil Rights or the Great Depression, the Civil War, the Revolutionary War, settling or anything like that, yet all... - ['Cubao Expo Smoking Area, Night' and other poems by Karlo Sevilla](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/12/cubao-expo-smoking-area-night-and-other-poems-by-karlo-sevilla/): By: Karlo Sevilla Cubao Expo Smoking Area, Night Led by the vine,mother cat and kittensclimb decrepit spiral staircase.Just for furry paws to treadand mortal eyes to see.My cigarette smoketwists and turns skyward,and together with feline family,disappears into the stratosphere. ###... - ['Hatchlings' and other poems by Mary Bone](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/12/hatchlings-and-other-poems-by-mary-bone/): By: Mary Bone Sandhill Turtles One by one, baby turtlesgo down a winding path.The sandhill was always a place of safety.The shells will be their nightly home,a protection from the elements. ### Hatchlings Our mother hoversover us with juicy worms,beaks... - [Flightless Birds](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/11/flightless-birds/): By Patrick Eades             We were in the garage by Christmas. The temperature refused to drop from 35 degrees at nine in the evening, our stomachs stuffed with prawns, ham, fruit cake and beer. John was half cut and I... - [The Ballad of Heart Beat](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/10/the-ballad-of-heart-beat/): By: H.L. Dowless Today the woman in white will walk out to Heart Heat bridge.Nobody anywhere knows her true nameor what she is intending to do by sauntering out to the edge.Is she searching for a long lost ghost?Does some... - [Whe're you going, poet](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/09/where-you-going-poet/): By: Daniel de Culla -Whe’re  you going, Poet? -With this bike that’ s going nowhere, I’m going to take a walk through the streets of Ampuriabrava, Girona, where I’m spending a few days and, if its tires aren’t  punctured, I’lll... - [Coronavirus is called Euthanasius](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/09/coronavirus-is-called-euthanasius/): By: Daniel de Culla They say that Euthanasius,  to whom people  calls Coronavirus, came from China, after gorging on a bat as a first course; second: Pekingese dog, and as a dessert: grasshoppers and crickets, having a vast field in... - ['grace' and other poems by Albi James](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/08/grace-and-other-poems-by-albi-james/): By: Albi James grace a restaurant deck, by the harbourin breezy sunshine – my cousin, a ministerspeaks of churches brunch arrived, she bows her headsilent in prayer I feel left out, as if two friendsare sharing a secret – one... - ['Lesson' and other poems by J.K. Durick](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/08/lesson-and-other-poems-by-j-k-durick/): By: J.K. Durick You ask how often I walk the dog –well, after lunch, after our naps, he’sthere waiting, wagging, making thathumming noise he uses when he’sanxious I’ll forget, get in the car andbe gone without the expected walkthat fits... - [Night](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/07/night/): By: Chandra Shekhar Dubey Spring has fallenthe air bounces with fluorescentwaves intoxicating the night.I sit alone on the rocktasting the stings of starry spikesthe murmurs of trees get lostin the heat of whistling wind.I taste love bitteradding pepper to memories.A... - [Epiphany in the Balcony](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/07/epiphany-in-the-balcony/): By: Riddhi Bhattacharya A sunshine poured in and dust crawls around,My frail ears pick up the bark of a distant hound,One by one the casements catch,The suns beams beneath the golden thatch. From there cosy abodes the sparkly eyes peep,Some... - ['Teaching the Eye Song' and other poems by Alan Cohen](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/07/teaching-the-eye-song-and-other-poems-by-alan-cohen/): By: Alan Cohen Solitude Of course not all sunlit days are yellowI have this one to myselfChimes, garden, goldfinchBright verandaEtched, lacy shadows of a wrought-iron, outdoor tableMaple-stained cedar benchRestless lakewater, nimble, sparkling I withdrawInto the courtyardWhere the stone floor is... - [On Edge](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/07/on-edge/): By: Jean Rover “Madge says I’m boring,” Chuck confided to Max. “I think she’s going to leave me.” The old dog looked up with his one good eye. The other was swollen and sightless, destroyed by a cataract and glaucoma.... - [American Idealism](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/06/american-idealism/): By Kimberly Nicole The recess bell rings. It was never on time: the responsibility for ringing it was that of a grade six teacher who often passed that responsibility onto whichever of her students was wearing a watch. I step... - [Ode to Campari](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/06/ode-to-campari/): By Ronita Sinha      The day I brought you home Campari, is the day I fell in love with you. I christened you Campari after a wine-coloured lipstick that I adored at the time. You were, of course, black and white... - [The last pylon](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/06/the-last-pylon/): By Claudia Spiridon Stark silence embraces the picture of the two figures, shadows driving along the space between them. A pair of eyes tries to find the other, but the search is fruitless – unbothered gazes pass them over and... - [The Geese](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/06/the-geese/): By: Michal Reiben Gnome school days are long and finish at half-past four. As well as all the usual subjects, they are also taught special tricks to fight against goblinoids, how to dodge giants, and also to do magic feats.... - ['Our Plight' and other poems by A Whittenberg](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/05/our-plight-and-other-poems-by-a-whittenberg/): By: A Whittenberg Our Plight In some countries,Poets are persecuted: jailed,Beaten, even hungIn America, they have it harderHere, we ignore them. ### So They Say… We’re all in this togethersincewe’re all in this togetheruntilwe’re all not in this togetherbecause afterwe’re... - [The Crime Scene](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/05/the-crime-scene/): By: James Glass Detective Gail Summers arrived at the residence of 65 Ocean Drive. The spacious beach house overlooked the Gulf of Mexico as waves rolled onto the shore. From the bedroom door, Gail examined the room from top to... - [Her world](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/05/her-world/): By Ian Fletcher She wakes with a slight hangoverbut nothing that the first fat jointof the day won’t promptly dispelher self-abused body long inured todaily doses of dope and booze.She looks at the peeling wallpaperand at the nicotine-stained ceilingcontemplating another... - ['Insentient Drift' and other poems by Keith Moul](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/04/insentient-drift-and-other-poems-by-keith-moul/): By: Keith Moul Insentient Drift After Sunday teachings, children sing paens to Jesus.At other times children sing of soldiers in death gripserving in armies of the Lord. Or they listen aroundand create new lore: The Bee Gees are staying alive,but... - [The Bösendorfer and Kafka's Long Lost Letter](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/04/the-bosendorfer-and-kafkas-long-lost-letter/): By Gaither Stewart                                                             1.           “You know, you have the best hands in the world,” Matthew said, nuzzling her enticing bare shoulder lifting and moving rhythmically up and down, up and down, as she stroked the romantic high keys... - [The Savior](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/04/the-savior/): By: R.E. Hengsterman Animals howl, humans cry out in pain or hunger. But because of the uniqueness of the boy’s condition, he offered neither. Instead, it was his heart that triggered the high-pitched alarm and the lurid red light that... - [Deviant rider](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/03/deviant-rider/): By: Hira Lal A bicycle rider going to uncertainDestination,Whereas, too long distanceCovered,Rather fatigue falls on his acrossBody,However, going on, goingOn,By coincidence a butterfly came toWay,What by untold flying ahead ofRider,Since, encourage to his approach toDestination,Carrying on to Destination, carryingOn,That correspondingly... - ['The Difference' and other poems by Eli Slover](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/03/the-difference-and-other-poems-by-eli-slover/): By: Eli Solver The Difference I am a fox in wolf’s clothing pretendingto stare sheepishly aheadwhile my mind seeps out of my earsand into the sound wavescurling around my feet like fog.I am not presentin a moment of haves and... - [The Empty Azurite](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/03/the-empty-azurite/): By: B. A. Varghese When the crystal glassware fell out of Mr. Swede’s hand, it became a secret omen that things would not go well from here on out. All of time seemed to slow down to a crawl, and... - ['Alcoholic' and other poems by Michael T. Smith](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/03/alcoholic-and-other-poems-by-michael-t-smith/): By: Michael T. Smith Alcoholic I’m gonna need someone to hold me downsome fallen angel that will help me drown,a baptism for the killing spree.I’m getting clean, shaking my life off me. So I was going to meet my makerTo... - [Revelations](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/03/revelations/): By Alan Berger I had a dream last nightWas way deep in the sackThe heavens beheld a sightOn live T.V.Jesus Christ came backAnd who was the first personThat he wanted to see?It was none other than me We went for... - [The Cuckoo's calling](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/02/the-cuckoos-calling/): By: Deekshita Athreya A fruitless day spent idling on the couch,was made endearing by a Cuckoo’s call on the porch.A single note that rang out pure and clear,Enchantingly beckoning its near and dear. Come on comrades! Let us rejoice,Sans pollution,... - [Salt and sugar](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/02/salt-and-sugar/): By: Kitty Chu There was salt on the counter until there wasn’t because it’d been laid neatly, heavily packed on raw cut fresh flesh to clot the blood that had been spilling from my arm, eyes, and ears bursting with... - [Ghost](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/02/ghost-2/): By Ramprasath Rengasamy A mysterious explosion occurred in the skies over Indian Ocean at 2PM on the 7th of May, 2022. Amidst white clouds, the spark of the explosion was so faint to be seen therefore no one noticed except... - [A Beautiful Thing](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/01/a-beautiful-thing/): By: Dave Bachmann “Twain!  Twain!”             Miles pounded across the kitchen, a stampede of one, onto the balcony, gleefully crying,  “Twain is coming!”             I followed closely, similarly excited by the prospect of the California Coaster about to roar by... - ['Forbidden Child' other poems by Vaishnavi Singh](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/01/forbidden-child-other-poems-by-vaishnavi-singh/): By: Vaishnavi Singh FORBIDDEN CHILD Infants smiling at the vacant corners, eating and sleeping.Young boys feeling the death of an action figure, crying and being clingy.Girls draping dupattas on frocks, swirling freely and breaking their mother’s lipsticks.Infants grew into teenagers;Reading... - [I am the color human](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/30/i-am-the-color-human/): By: M.F. Nagel I am the color human Color me BlackColor me WhiteColor me Brown I am the color human Color me compassionColor me truthColor me justice Color me quiet voicesQuiet no more I amThe color human ### m.f. nagel... - ['Adam and Eve' and other poems by Kimberth Obeso](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/30/adam-and-eve-and-other-poems-by-kimberth-obeso/): By: Kimberth Obeso Adam and Eve Gentle lips bark my neckStalwart loin hugs me tightTongue over my chestApples on the face I sing the song of the bodyFeel its rhythmFeel its lyricsI am the bee who clings to the blossomSip... - ['green shuttles, stolen glances' and other poems by Daniel Clark](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/29/green-shuttles-stolen-glances-and-other-poems-by-daniel-clark/): By: Daniel Clark green shuttles, stolen glances bottles smashed intowalls where kneessmashed into headsmessages daubedin delible light –she shan’t be longthere’s a queuefor the ladies –I’ve never smiledfor fear of losing facebut as the glasscuts through my cheekas bone snaps... - [Hope](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/29/hope-2/): By: Deekshita Athreya A shadow of darkness fills my gaze,As the nightly air patrols round,The once lovely countryside all in a hazeSo deathly a silence, my heartbeats resound. The moon appears to heal my wounded soul,Emerging as a ray of... - [Dos Chapins](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/29/dos-chapins/): By: Dan O’Neill          I’m now into gardeners You may remember me ,Mike O’Brien,  actor extraordinaire.I finally won an Oscar for best actor in “Hit and Run”. In case you haven’t seen it ,I played Max Murphy,a serial hit and... - ['Of Kindly Men and Imagined Satanists' and other poems by KJ Hannah Greenberg](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/28/of-kindly-men-and-imagined-satanists-and-other-poems-by-kj-hannah-greenberg/): By: KJ Hannah Greenberg Of Kindly Men and Imagined Satanists Squiffy sorts, who eat popcorn as a snack, who forget to take daily constitutionals,Are often gobsmacked over limitedly palatable, scintillating, “highbrow” dialogue.Yet, those same men, unfavorably described in essays as... - [The Devotion](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/28/the-devotion/): By: Ann Christine Tabaka Tomas looked at the well-worn prayer card with the image of Saint Theresa the Little Flower; reading the prayer on the back before putting it back into the photo sleeve in his wallet between faded pictures... - [How does God end this year’s story?](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/27/how-does-god-end-this-years-story/): By: April Mae M. Berza How does God end this year’s storyas He writes wars, disasters, faminein the youthful pages of our own history? Even religions kneel before the chapters of poverty,the soil tillers weed out the lands with sin;how... - ['Halved Sonnet' and other poems by Adi](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/27/halved-sonnet-and-other-poems-by-adi/): By: Adi Halved Sonnet Forget for once the nights,I ask of you, my love:Row these boats with me,Light rivers to above.You try—the moon you peelFalls and a sun revealsAnew’d colours to us, to love. ### Rain Days That Never Were... - [Language Twists and Multilingual Parley](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/27/language-twists-and-multilingual-parley/): By: Mehreen Ahmed Over the Hindu Kush Mountains, a bountiful, lush valley, existed once, famously known as The Indus Valley. Central to the Dravidian civilisation, this Indus Valley flourished by the River Indus, within the enchanting citadels of Harappa and... - [A New Landing](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/27/a-new-landing/): By: Armand Silva The air of the cockpit stood still before the partition door slowly opened. A man walked in holding two mugs full of warm dark liquid, holding one out to his copilot as he settled into his seat.... - [Readings](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/26/readings/): By: Flora Jardine             It’s fun to catch up with people from your past, such as those you knew at university. It surprises me to know what my erstwhile class-mates are doing today. The wealthy one raised in a mansion... - [Whatever happened to Robbie Whalen?](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/26/whatever-happened-to-robbie-whalen/): By: Ruth Z. Deming It happened a long time ago. Robbie Whalen, one of the popular kids at Shaker Heights High School was driving his new vehicle, a Dodge truck, rust-colored, and accidentally ran over a child.             How do... - [3:00 A.M.](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/25/300-a-m/): By: Maham Syed I was lying on my bed when I saw her standing in front of me. Her long jet black hair, dark brown eyes, and pale face with no emotions. She was walking towards me with slow and... - [Take me back](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/24/take-me-back/): By: Annapurani Vaidyanathan 12 turns should do it, I decide,as I fiddle with the time-turner in my hand.I wonder if the speed might triple, were you in the same continent as me.Because, 365 days ago, before you chose to fly... - [Working Together: The Intersection of Editorial and Production](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/24/working-together-the-intersection-of-editorial-and-production/): By: Rhienna Renee Guedry The work of production in book publishing is the work of white space and the imperceivable. To quote Joe Sparano: “Good design is obvious. Great design is transparent.” And yet it can be challenging to identify... - ['Time of Day' and 'Freeze Frame' by Leon Stevens](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/24/time-of-day-and-freeze-frame-by-leon-stevens/): By: Leon Stevens Time of Day Sun on the horizon breaksThe birth of a dayAs the world awakesBirds stir Middle of the dayLifetime a world awayBrightness blindsUnless clouds hideBlue sky Life slowsDarkness growsA shroud of starsDrawn over the earthSleep until... - [Hold the back page](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/24/hold-the-back-page/): By: Vanessa Cutts It was a quiet Sunday in early May and Mrs Braeburn had just observed a small black darter dragonfly momentarily hovering around the cuckoo spit on the branches and leaves of a large Rosemary bush at the... - ['The Mickey Mouse Harvest' and other poems by Nyaudo Amos](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/23/the-mickey-mouse-harvest-and-other-poems-by-nyaudo-amos/): By: Nyaudo Amos THE MICKEY MOUSE HARVEST They go out! they go out!In the pattering chilly rains.The men fronting the marchWith whetted machetes in their hands.And hoes cleaving to their shouldersLike a swarm of ants tending food to their nests.... - [Tohoku](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/23/tohoku/): By: Elise Nguyen An elementary class was enjoying their field trip to the beach, staring in awe at the sight of the vast blue waters and the golden sand covering the floor as far as their eyes could see. The... - [When Did We Become I?](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/23/when-did-we-become-i/): By Trinity Damasco Underneath the summer sun,We wilted, but our love bloomed.Dandelions danced, fireflies flew;Lovers laughed, grass grew;And then there was us doing all the above.My heart raced as we frolicked in the fields of our youth.It was the beginning... - [Dear Chocolate Girl](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/23/dear-chocolate-girl/): By: Essence Gibbs People stay mesmerized by your beautyCurls, soft and bouncyLips, plump and fullYour skin, caressed by the light of the sunYou are the blueprintAttempted to be duplicated, but never quite the sameYour heart overflowing with love and compassionA... - [Our Evening Walks](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/23/our-evening-walks/): By: Essence Gibbs I love going on evening walks with Michelle. They make me happy and I look forward to our special time together every day. She is my everything, so beautiful and perfect. Michelle is the most beautiful woman... - [Rain is Grace](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/23/rain-is-grace/): By Edson Sambala It is the sense of conscientiousness,For rain season to come close to your gate,To bring elation and neighbourhood,But love is a priori to every action. Grasses enjoy fresh air to grow,Richly to sustain our endurance,Peace in mind,... - ['Springtime in Derry' and other poems by Enda Boyle](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/22/springtime-in-derry-and-other-poems-by-enda-boyle/): By: Enda Boyle Springtime in Derry Cautiously, by stealth the sunny days creep inThe citizens are stirred by a palpable carpe diemThey undertake a wilderbeast migration seawardIn nearby costal towns columns of bare torsoslay on beaches, pale blistering into a... - ['Suicide' and 'Mask' by Sivaprasad V](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/22/suicide-and-mask-by-sivaprasad-v/): By:  Sivaprasad V SUICIDE An act of cowardice when a loser doesDisgrace to kins it bringsHe does have the right to live but the right to die is not hisEscaping himself from worldly sorrows is crime he commits An act... - [The top 5 Tips for Writing a College Essay in 2020](https://literaryyard.com/2020/02/03/the-top-5-tips-for-writing-a-college-essay-in-2020/): Nowadays, the college application process is more difficult than it was years ago. In addition to asking applicants to state the major they want to pursue and other pertinent information, many colleges today ask for essays as well. Writing a... - [Heartwood](https://literaryyard.com/2020/02/01/heartwood/): By: Shilpa Rajagopal  In botany one day we learned about tylosis,the physiological process – a phenomenon, really-that protects the heartwood in treesa battalion of vessels barricading the decay so that darkness no longer enshrouds the wood…I sit at my desk,... - [Food For Thought](https://literaryyard.com/2020/02/01/food-for-thought/): By: Stephen Faulkner [The following is an audio transcription of transmissions to and from a fact finding mission to the test sight of a thermonuclear device on an undisclosed island in the Pacific Ocean].                                                                                         ATOLL EAST ONE, this is ATOLL... - ['In the shadowland' and other poems by RC deWinter](https://literaryyard.com/2020/02/01/in-the-shadowland-and-other-poems-by-rc-dewinter/): By: RC deWinter in the shadowland you stalk my dreams,an incubus in nothing but a loincloth,laughing softly as you chase medown unfamiliar pathsuntil, finally,you capture me, holding meby my wrists. i’m frightened but i don’t want to flee.i want to... - [Darling](https://literaryyard.com/2020/01/31/darling/): By: Michal Reiben I live with my grandparents in a poor area of London. My grandmother refuses to let me play with the children in the streets for she claims, “They are too rough.” In order to prevent me from... - [The Effects of Rising Sea Levels, Human Interference, Hurricanes and Genetic Malformation on the Sea Turtle Population](https://literaryyard.com/2020/01/31/the-effects-of-rising-sea-levels-human-interference-hurricanes-and-genetic-malformation-on-the-sea-turtle-population/): By: Miss Sasheera Mehrani Gounden Abstract This paper attempts to analyse the effects of rising sea levels, human interference, microbes found on beach sand, genetic mutations and Hurricane Irma and Harvey on the mortality rate of sea turtles as well... - [That Which I Am](https://literaryyard.com/2020/01/30/that-which-i-am/): By: Joan Carol Bird Peru The curator lingerson monastery steps—restoration renders fourfanciful touristsfortunate voyeursin this sixteenth-century cloister.Besides the hermitall life here is for the moment banished.Our monk ushers usfrom one macabre chamberto anotherlocking ghostly elements in placebehind us.Cedar wood reliefs... - [Isibambiso](https://literaryyard.com/2020/01/30/isibambiso/): By: Pat Spencer Security at our school was not good—no gates, alarms, or play yard monitors. Soweto could be a dangerous place for a child. Yet, the teachers didn’t care where we went or what we did once we left... - ['The Bridge' and other poems by David Francis](https://literaryyard.com/2020/01/30/the-bridge-and-other-poems-by-david-francis/): By: David Francis The Bridge You were the one step further, you were the bridgeyou led me out to blue sky from a ledge I called out to a friend along the wayand I confessed to him my sorrow-lay yet... - [A Father, a Flight, and a Love Unforgotten](https://literaryyard.com/2020/01/30/a-father-a-flight-and-a-love-unforgotten/): By Nolan Janssens      As the engine gurgles grow louder, Ron’s memories gush into the present. He can smell his son’s floral, sweet hair from when he used to rinse it in the bathtub. He can hear his wife’s heaving... - [A road](https://literaryyard.com/2020/01/29/a-road/): By: Diya Wadhwana Evoke the light withinWhich never got shone,Road to cross; without sinThat we all walk alone. Some plains to walk,Some highways to lift,Some valleys to blockYet pass them without drift, Vehicles might knock you down,Stay away; from them... - [Life After Cancer: Playing the DW Card](https://literaryyard.com/2020/01/29/life-after-cancer-playing-the-dw-card/): By: Glenn John Arnowitz I traded in my wife’s “cancer card” for a DW card, or “dead wife” card. Let me explain. In 2014, I shared Susan Guber’s irreverent piece in The New York Times, “Living with Cancer: Playing the... - [A Wedding, a Death and a Year of Living Alone](https://literaryyard.com/2020/01/29/a-wedding-a-death-and-a-year-of-living-alone/): By: Glenn John Arnowitz      As I slowly faded away on the couch with the T.V. blurring to white noise and Aurora’s, our 13-year-old Maltese, furry back arched against my leg, Sue whispered softly into my ear, “Why don’t you... - [Reconciliations](https://literaryyard.com/2020/01/29/reconciliations/): By: Gaither Stewart Max and Greta agreed that everyone needs two main dramas in their lives, one in their public life, and the other in their private space. Max said that his public drama as a well-known, politically committed journalist... - ['After reading and not understanding a word' and other poems by Kate LaDew](https://literaryyard.com/2020/01/28/after-reading-and-not-understanding-a-word-and-other-poems-by-kate-ladew/): By: Kate LaDew after reading and not understanding a word I hand the poem back, nodding, yes, yes, exactlyand it seems enoughas it has always been enough for meanother human voice saying yes, yes, that’s it exactly ### you talk... - [Fill ‘Er Up](https://literaryyard.com/2020/01/28/fill-er-up/): By Copper Rose See Ellen get up in the morning and go to the kitchen to make coffee? She is complaining that no one loves her. At least not in the way she would like to be loved. See her... - [Hospice](https://literaryyard.com/2020/01/28/hospice/): By: Ruth Z Deming She couldn’t quite remember but thought this was her sixth day without food and water. Lydia was the picture of passivity, a leaf blown hither and thither down the street. A nurse mopped her cracked lips... - [A Black Box](https://literaryyard.com/2020/01/28/a-black-box/): By Russ Bickerstaff It was a simple wooden box that had been painted black. That’s what he thought anyway. Wood. The thing was a one by one inch square box. Would’ve resembled a block of wood had it not been... - [Waiting For Flight 175](https://literaryyard.com/2020/01/28/waiting-for-flight-175/): By: Jim Bates A crowd of humanity surged through the concourse like a tidal river rushing down a coastal inlet. At gate 23 in the waiting area for flight 175 people settled themselves into the seats, leaving as much space... - [The Evanescence (or Late Calls, or Don’t make late calls)](https://literaryyard.com/2020/01/27/the-evanescence-or-late-calls-or-dont-make-late-calls/): By: Yearn Hong Choi My beloved auntie slipped out of my life since I made a call last timefrom America to Korea many years ago.When I tried to get in touch with her after a long while,I found she passed... - [My First Christmas](https://literaryyard.com/2020/01/27/my-first-christmas/): By Yearn Hong Choi My first Christmas in Bloomington, Indiana in 1968 was most unforgettable. Professor William J. Siffin, who created the Scholars of Comparative Administration Group (CAG) in the 1960s, invited me to his home on Christmas Eve. A... - [Morning Breath](https://literaryyard.com/2020/01/27/morning-breath/): By: Sterling Warner “Turn over, Jack.” “What?” “You’re snoring again!” “I wasn’t!” “You were—and I really need to get some rest before tomorrow.” Dutifully, Jack rolled over on his left side, looked out the doorway, but couldn’t fall back asleep.... - [Mac, Dickran, and The Kid](https://literaryyard.com/2020/01/26/mac-dickran-and-the-kid/): By Marco Etheridge For Malcolm John Rebennack, Jr And Dickran Gobalian ### I understand how you might know I was in town. What I’m curious about is how you knew which hotel I was staying at. You may be a... - [The Same Privacy](https://literaryyard.com/2020/01/26/the-same-privacy/): By: Phoebe Marrall These I saw: small onions laidwith their root discs punctuatingthe longitude poles. Polar caps,yes, navels to the earth wheretheir buried unions still hold. That space along the stalls,unpeopled on this damp morning,stops me (for it insists), with... - [The Replacement](https://literaryyard.com/2020/01/26/the-replacement/): By Mark Kodama I.             The owner of the decapitated head – his mouth frozen in a silent scream and eyes wide open in sheer terror – had seen its own death in the moment before it happened. If the... - ['Rose' and other poems by David Capps](https://literaryyard.com/2020/01/25/rose-and-other-poems-by-david-capps/): By: David Capps Rose A rose is like a flower:pretty, pretty and round.When terrible thingshappen, and dusk fliesapart, namelessly dark,it will still be around. ### Blip Irregularitywas made regularby regularity. Itregularly regulatesirregularity. Geeseflown into turbinesat night. The headSalome presentsat first... - [The Wooden Groom](https://literaryyard.com/2020/01/25/the-wooden-groom/): By Dennis Robleski Sid’s Jeep Gladiator slowly crept into the parking lot and he scanned nervously left and right, looking for her Toyota Prius. Satisfied that it wasn’t there, he parked and exited his car, crouched low and moved along... - [The Boy who missed Beatings](https://literaryyard.com/2020/01/22/the-boy-who-missed-beatings/): By Abhirup Dutta Praveen was known as the Boy Who Missed Beatings. He was a scrawny boy with naturally spiky hair and buck teeth, earning him several other names such as Scarecrow, Porcupine, Squirrel, Bhoot (ghost), Pisachi (ghoul), Cricket Bat... - ['Solitary confinement' and other poems by Grant Armstrong](https://literaryyard.com/2020/01/22/solitary-confinement-and-other-poems-by-grant-armstrong/): By: Grant M. Armstrong Solitary confinementYou can fake an orgasmBut I cannot even fake a smileI said I needed a breakBut not one in the leg I haven’t left the houseIn four daysUnder a self-imposed house arrest I take this... - [Last Day](https://literaryyard.com/2020/01/21/last-day/): By: Ashley Summerfield  There was always something magical about the last day of school before the summer holidays. I am sure you remember the sensation yourself. The bell would ring, and you and your friends would spill out of the... - [Freedom - poemlet from drawerling](https://literaryyard.com/2020/01/21/freedom-poemlet-from-drawerling/): By: Paweł Markiewicz the liberty is the golden bosoma freedom – a diamond-like leaflet-homean eagle needs also a bit libertyI want to live in the freedom-beauty the freedom – silvern periods dreamy birdsIt is furthermore star from rubiesthere are smaragdine... - [Isaiah, Berlin](https://literaryyard.com/2020/01/21/isaiah-berlin/): By: Itay Eisinger I didn’t knowWe would return to EuropeLike this:With the blissOf burgundy passportsAnd the abyssthe IsraeliPolitical griefHas left usWith.Where Id wasNow Berlin is.Where fascism was —Fascism was also firstTo leave.In Berlin, by a pub’s wallWe saw the anarchistmist... - [Red Sand](https://literaryyard.com/2020/01/21/red-sand/): By: Jordan Almond The wind moved one strand of hairAcross her face at a time.Grains of red sand fly over the earth,Flitting through the hot air.Vast. Ancient.She lay spread over the land eyes to the sky.Heart open.One grain of sand... - [Waiting](https://literaryyard.com/2020/01/21/waiting-3/): By: Bob Kalkreuter She lay on the floor beside the sofa, the old dog, white fur grizzled with yellow, drowsing where the window-heated sunlight spilled warm and familiar. Her breath came in rattles, like she was practicing for death. Maybe... - [THE BENCH- The Life of Things](https://literaryyard.com/2020/01/21/the-bench-the-life-of-things/): By Gaither Stewart In times past, the German sculptor, Paul Schatz, related his experience at the woodcarving school in Warmbrunn in north-east Germany where accomplished students were finally allowed to copy a statue. Schatz chose a medieval Mater Dolorosa. After... - ['i couldn't be your dream' and other poems by Linda Crate](https://literaryyard.com/2020/01/13/i-couldnt-be-your-dream-and-other-poems-by-linda-crate/): By: Linda M Crate i couldn’t be your dreamyou waltzed in,killing my dreams;insisting i be someonewho i wasn’tto fit your aesthetic ofwhat a woman should be— i refused,clinging stubbornly to the realityof me rather than yourill-conceived and selfish dream where... - [Fiction?](https://literaryyard.com/2020/01/08/fiction/): By: Bruce Levine Jason picked up his pencil for probably the hundredth time that day and put it back down every time. It wasn’t a case of writer’s block because each time he picked up his pencil he wrote something;... - [Bapu’s Ahimsa](https://literaryyard.com/2020/01/08/bapus-ahimsa/): By: Ram Govardhan “No country other than India, and no religion other than Hinduism could have produced a Gandhi.” This assertion, by a London newspaper, echoes the romantic view of the world that India was always a land of ahimsa.... - [Nuts and Dust](https://literaryyard.com/2020/01/08/nuts-and-dust/): By Charlotte Pregnolato Harry sits expectantly at the table. Lights are low, candles lit, and “Fool’s Rush In” by Elvis, still Harry’s favorite, plays softly. He smiles as he draws his napkin from under his fork and places it on... - [The goat woman of Mandi road](https://literaryyard.com/2020/01/07/the-goat-woman-of-mandi-road/): By Chitra Gopalakrishnan I stumble upon the goat woman in the ghost-grey rhythm of the August rain. This happens on the deserted Mandi road, near Juanapur village, a kilometer away from my home on the outskirts of New Delhi. I... - ['Silence at 1 AM' and other poems by Jim Brosnan](https://literaryyard.com/2020/01/07/silence-at-1-am-and-other-poems-by-jim-brosnan/): By: Jim Brosnan Silence at 1 AM Long aftersaying goodnight,I am adriftin sleeplessnessafter a tornadotouches downtwo counties eastof Hays, yet Iremember thatsmall Kansas townunder the glintof a crescent moon,the prairie cupgrassand silver bluestemat the roadsiderippling in a summernight under standsof black... - [Body Smell](https://literaryyard.com/2020/01/07/body-smell/): By: Sunil Sharma No longer could she stand—his body smell. Things suddenly got complicated that summer night. Sweating hard in the airless room, he wanted to have her body, the way the hungry want to grab a piece of meat.... - ["ANGELS" and other poems by Michael Stein](https://literaryyard.com/2019/12/20/angels-and-other-poems-by-michael-stein/): By: Michael Stein “ANGELS”The expanding cosmos,Divine syzygies speeding awayTo no one knows,Myriads of angels in play. The snowy misty cloudsOf tiny drops and drips,Each in concinnity conveyed their gods,Wee angels with fluttering wings. Of the gods of green,Cosmical hover on... - [Jesus Freak](https://literaryyard.com/2019/12/19/jesus-freak/): By: Stephen Faulkner Changing my belief system was quite a simple thing in my case. Jesus was a simple answer to a complex malaise, a muddying of the spirit, if you will forgive such a strange metaphor. In the beginning,... - [Lost and found](https://literaryyard.com/2019/12/19/lost-and-found-2/): By: Alan Berger He would have said how the fuck could they make a trumpet out of plastic and have come forth out of it with such beautiful sounds. Sounds like he heard his father play on his brass trumpet.... - [Travels with a Barbarian: Raglan Crag](https://literaryyard.com/2019/12/18/travels-with-a-barbarian-raglan-crag/): By: The Birch Twins reams of Raglan Crag, narrated by Lady Elina Greypepper No laughter sang around the fells No mothers there to nag No hunt, no dance, no brave or bold For they died at Raglan Crag She held... - [I as the being sui generis](https://literaryyard.com/2019/12/17/i-as-the-being-sui-generis/): By: Paweł Markiewicz I have just returned from a walk with my beloved hound on foot, which has a good heart, the tenderly shaped by Erlking dog’s heartlet. I’m feeling very well at home, as well as blissfully. I have a light... - [Journey to Islam—the Story of an American Revert](https://literaryyard.com/2019/12/17/journey-to-islam-the-story-of-an-american-revert/): By: Camille Paldi It was the spring of 2008 and I had recently qualified as a lawyer in New South Wales, Australia, after having completed an LL.M. in International Law at the University of Sydney, a Juris Doctor in Law... - [Five Golden Birds](https://literaryyard.com/2019/12/16/five-golden-birds/): By: E.R. LeVar Ruby ran a clump of Caroline’s pale hair through her hands, feeling for the knots and mats before taking a brush to it. She was gentle, as gentle as could be.  “Ow!” “Sorry. Your hair’s too knotty.... - ['Resignation' and other poems by Mark Tulin](https://literaryyard.com/2019/12/16/resignation-and-other-poems-by-mark-tulin/): By: Mark Tulin Resignation Don’t worry about me.I’ve wasted too much timeinvesting in your company,making your profits,building your dream house,watching the shares of your stocks risewhile you get a new Mercedes every year. I don’t want your money.I like myself... - [Winter rain in my muse-like homeland](https://literaryyard.com/2019/12/14/winter-rain-in-my-muse-like-homeland/): By: Paweł Markiewicz Poland the eyesome fay at the crack of dawn in winteris weepingthe winter rain in the form of magnificent teardrops is dropping downit is to be mesmerized in glaciated dreams of musesthe shepherd boy hears the falling... - [Suicide Bluff](https://literaryyard.com/2019/12/14/suicide-bluff/): By: Thomas Fitzgerald McCarthy A heavy fog cloaked most of Verdando Mountain in the winter. From a distance, it was thick and glassy, and the few houses in the valley below looked like little more than particles of residue trapped... - [Freddie](https://literaryyard.com/2019/12/12/freddie/): By: Jim Bates Early in June that summer I took two weeks off work and my friend Bobby and I hitched-hiked to Denver to a concert at Mile High Stadium. We saw Jimi Hendrix and had an unforgettable time. It... - [The Dance](https://literaryyard.com/2019/12/11/the-dance/): By: Benjamin Ashton An aroma of brown sugar and ground beef lingered in the kitchen as it had every Meat Loaf Monday in recent memory. Jill, slightly up on her toes, was rinsing dishes to be placed in the dishwasher.... - ['During the Q&A, She Says That Climate Change Doesn’t Affect Earthquakes' and other poems by Ron Riekki](https://literaryyard.com/2019/12/11/during-the-qa-she-says-that-climate-change-doesnt-affect-earthquakes-and-other-poems-by-ron-riekki/): By: Ron Riekki During the Q&A, She Says That Climate Change Doesn’t Affect Earthquakes and she says this pretty confidently,almost angrily,and a bit like I’m stupid.I’m not really sure why there’d be anger. At another talk, I said that prisons... - [Bluebird](https://literaryyard.com/2019/12/11/bluebird/): By: Mitchel Montagna O’Casey had Buffalo Springfield’s Retrospective on eight-track. The song “Bluebird” ran for fourteen and a half minutes, long enough so that it skipped from track to track. In the middle of an extensive guitar jam, the music... - [Discovery](https://literaryyard.com/2019/12/11/discovery/): By: Steve Carr See the boy sitting in the pew across the aisle? He’s no older than six. Being dressed in a black suit that is two sizes too large for his small frame does nothing to quell his energy.... - [To the far land](https://literaryyard.com/2019/12/11/to-the-far-land/): By: Andrea Myinga We do an epic march to the far land, that’s us in me.Singing songs of warriors towards the unknown enemyThe pitch is high enough to reach the next generationAnd danced to by the dead, who lie down... - [Poem: A temple in the clouds](https://literaryyard.com/2019/12/10/poem-a-temple-in-the-clouds/): By: Onkar Sharma Ever seen or imagined a temple in the clouds? Ever seen a shrine sans the unholy crowds? It was white as snow It was majestic as doe Its slender marble dome stood tall and went very high... - [Awakening in Unraveling](https://literaryyard.com/2019/12/10/awakening-in-unraveling/): By: Natasha Navarra Days forced to be forgotten flood back from the crevasse of my brain, peeking through like burning sunlight through the half-open shades of the window of memory. Some of the recollections of the past are merely silent... - ['Good Game' and other poems by Amit Pandya](https://literaryyard.com/2019/12/06/good-game-and-other-poems-by-amit-pandya/): By: Amit Pandya Good Game we started at sixchasing tag on the playground,euphoria and bliss,life never felt so good. now we’ve grown, or so we thought.us teenagers are never wrong.shouting, kicking, screamingyou wouldn’t do that if you are wrong. the... - [The Lego House](https://literaryyard.com/2019/12/06/the-lego-house/): By: Nadia Benjelloun Kneeling on my knees, my cheeks boiling red from the discomfort of the heat, and with sweat trickling down my back, I put on the finishing touches to the Lego house. When I finish, I stand up... - [House Hunting](https://literaryyard.com/2019/12/02/house-hunting/): By Brigitte Whiting Saturday mornings, Eve and Jim shopped for houses. They’d driven since early morning following the map she’d marked with sticky tabs. Each had been a no, again. Some were too perfect, uninviting. Others, plain, functional as they... - [Coming Home](https://literaryyard.com/2019/12/02/coming-home/): By: Bob Kalkreuter It was almost midnight when they drove through town. The wet asphalt glistened red, then green in the moonless wash of the traffic light. Above, rain-swollen clouds roiled and grumbled like an upset stomach. Paul drove while... - ['Recognition' and other poems by Josie Rozell](https://literaryyard.com/2019/12/02/recognition-and-other-poems-by-josie-rozell/): By: Josie Rozell Recognition Nothing fancierthan the sound of your own blood.Take your handand touch yourself; go on— what you feelis your own skin; the kin you bearday after day.Look at it. A million shades of sunin every corner. That... - [Poem: Whiskers and whispers](https://literaryyard.com/2019/11/30/poem-whiskers-and-whispers/): By: Alan Berger My little babyMy little dearYou’ve lost so much weightSoon you’ll disappearWe been together for so longYet it seems like only yesterdayWe both were bornYou can’t feel anything except my kissesYou can’t hear a thing no moreExcept my... - [Janet’s fantasy](https://literaryyard.com/2019/11/30/janets-fantasy/): By: Eric Burbridge She excused herself from a boring conversation with Percy. Nature called. Would she return? No. Did she care how he felt? No. For several weeks, she stalked the man of her dreams at Carmen’s Place city employees... - [Just wondering](https://literaryyard.com/2019/11/30/just-wondering/): By: Alan Berger I WONDER WHAT STEPS SHE TOOK TODAYWas I in her thoughts?Was I in her way?I wonder who she spoke to todayDid she speak of me?If I had to guess I would have to say nay The one... - [Bed & No Breakfast](https://literaryyard.com/2019/11/30/bed-no-breakfast/): By Alan Berger Which is worse? Living in a shit neighborhood with great neighbors? Or living in a great neighborhood with shit neighbors? This was the riddle that was driving William Hollister nuts. For him it was the latter with... - [What You Don't See](https://literaryyard.com/2019/11/30/what-you-dont-see/): By: Jon Knox Casually, but impeccably dressed, Gina pulls her new BMW into the parking lot of Houston’s most respected preschool, and emerges with her three-year-old daughter, Mandy. After goodbye hugs, kisses and a brief chat with other moms, Gina... - [UNIVERSITY WITS – transitory playwrights who set preclude to realistic literature in Elizabethan age](https://literaryyard.com/2019/11/27/university-wits-transitory-playwrights-who-set-preclude-to-realistic-literature-in-elizabethan-age/): By: Aniruddh Shastree Abstract: ‘University Wits’ is a title given to a group of writers of the late 16th Century England by a 19th Century Scholar named George Saintsbury. These writers were educated either from Oxford or Cambridge Universities and... - [My Dreaded Hip Replacement Surgery](https://literaryyard.com/2019/11/27/my-dreaded-hip-replacement-surgery/): By: Eliza Mimski Five years ago, before I had hip replacement surgery at age 66, my hip had gotten so funky that I could only walk with crutches. Sometimes it was so bad that I had to climb two flights... - ['Making a heart' and other poems by Fabrice B. Poussin](https://literaryyard.com/2019/11/27/making-a-heart-and-other-poems-by-fabrice-b-poussin/): By: Fabrice B. Poussin Making a heart Screaming in utter silence he stands on the icy peak snowy blankets float over the unknown vales obstacle to a life which has now and long forgotten the days hope could still be... - [Travels with a Barbarian](https://literaryyard.com/2019/11/26/travels-with-a-barbarian-by-lady-elina-greypepper/): By: The Birch Twins Into the hold. Regular readers of the chronicles of my accounts with the barbarian will recall that Skarr and I, having traveled to her homeland in the Jerraldor mountains to see the wailing wall and the... - [Forgetting Simple](https://literaryyard.com/2019/11/26/forgetting-simple/): By: Andrew Campbell I had always thought of myself as one who wasn’t tied down or dependent on anything, but as I sat in the driver seat of a lifeless semi-truck, I came to realize that I wasn’t as free... - [Jenny’s Language](https://literaryyard.com/2019/11/26/jennys-language/): By: Bruce Levine Jenny spoke. It was a language only she understood because she’d made it up herself. Actually she wasn’t the only one who understood it, her dog, an Australian Shepherd named Daisy, seemed to understand her as well... - [Sinclair Sherrill Goes To War](https://literaryyard.com/2019/11/25/sinclair-sherrill-goes-to-war/): By: Gaither Stewart Cane spears, rat poison, BB guns, M191 8A2 machine guns. Such were the moments of Sinclair Sherrill’s life. His mother told reporters that she always knew it would end in tragedy. Though we grew up on the... - [Dirty Hands](https://literaryyard.com/2019/11/25/dirty-hands/): By Gaither Stewart “You should therefore know that there are two ways to fight: one while abiding by the rules, the other by using force. The first approach is unique to Man; the second is that of beasts. But because... - ['the fizz of the neon' and other poems by Henry Bladon](https://literaryyard.com/2019/11/24/the-fizz-of-the-neon-and-other-poems-by-henry-bladon/): By: Henry Bladon the fizz of the neon How did I end up here alone with the fizz of the neon? The city is rotten, ruined with the smell of haste. Mankind is only pretend, formed by accident and kept... - [Three Poems by Chinese Poet Yuan Hongri](https://literaryyard.com/2019/11/21/three-poems-by-chinese-poet-yuan-hongri-2/): By Chinese Poet Yuan HongriTranslated by Yuanbing zhang Another Me From Heavens If blue is namely white and black is namely red and gold is transparent as crystal and light makes the soul smile forgetting the sun, moon and stars... - [A poem by Oliver Baer](https://literaryyard.com/2019/11/21/a-poem-by-oliver-baer/): By: Oliver Baer 89. I’m out of place The unseen guides me to the house of the heart It’s filled with life Yet I hear its beat as if buried Under the floorboards in the ground Its call eludes me... - [Review: 'Toward a Peeping Sunrise' - a poetry collection](https://literaryyard.com/2019/11/20/review-toward-a-peeping-sunrise-a-poetry-collection/): By: Carol Smallwood Carole Mertz, author, poet, and editor, has had works published in literary journals, U.S., Canada, Great Britain, and Africa. She is a Book Review Editor for Dreamers Creative Writing; reader of prose and poetry for Mom Egg... - ['Aschenbach' and other poems by Ioana Cosma](https://literaryyard.com/2019/11/20/aschenbach-and-other-poems-by-ioana-cosma/): By: Ioana Cosma Aschenbach Loving what’s beautiful is What is left of the soul’s journey If it were to escape relativity if It were to recant the evil done To others and to oneself It would decline the cup offered... - ['Deracinating Memories' and other poems by Mary Bone](https://literaryyard.com/2019/11/20/deracinating-memories-and-other-poems-by-mary-bone/): By: Mary Bone Deracinating Memories Dusting furniture in every room where dust mites could gather, sweeping away fragments from a lifetime of dust clogging pores. Memories deracinate to another time, as I open windows letting in the sunlight. ### Winter... - [Lydia Graham](https://literaryyard.com/2019/11/19/lydia-graham/): By Dan O’Neill Lydia Graham, the most prominent critic, social commentator and sexual adventuress of the 1970s,was actually born in Helena, Montana as Mary Quinn. She chose her first name from the song “Lydia The Tattooed Lady” from the Marx... - [The Middle Way](https://literaryyard.com/2019/11/19/the-middle-way/): By: Raymond Greiner Our geographic location relates to life’s functions, goals and achievements. Societal formats incarnate separately defined by homogeneous identity in pursuit of fundamental purpose and communal progression. Historic social advances are most notable in Earth’s middle latitudes. It’s... - [What the Ant Said](https://literaryyard.com/2019/11/18/what-the-ant-said/): By: Alimson Esther I am tired of humans so I walk away, resting my feet on sincere grass. I crouch like a baby afraid of the womb. My fingers brush away the liquid that pools at my eyes. ‘Did it... - [Forgiveness](https://literaryyard.com/2019/11/18/forgiveness/): By: Jack Coey Judson walked by the funeral parlor and read the sign: Foley Funeral Parlor: Cremations & Burials. He was in his seventies and alone in the world. He’d left Laura and his son in his early fifties for a waitress... - [The Sweeper](https://literaryyard.com/2019/11/12/the-sweeper/): 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 days sweeping the sidewalks of the little town... - [Dorothy’s Goddamn Diamonds](https://literaryyard.com/2019/11/10/dorothys-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 beauty by anyone’s standards, at eighteen she married... - [Lucini](https://literaryyard.com/2019/11/10/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 which to enjoy a new life, free of... - [Salem Saratoga Sadness](https://literaryyard.com/2019/11/07/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. Things that you’d take for granted. Years later,... - [The Crow and the Shotgun](https://literaryyard.com/2019/11/07/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 descended like an eerie curtain closing at dusk.... - [A Storm’s Waltz](https://literaryyard.com/2019/11/07/a-storms-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 was followed by the sound of windows breaking;... - [Poems, Tanka & Haiku by R.K. Singh](https://literaryyard.com/2019/11/06/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 bleeding etc failure to stay focused and dying... - [Marjorie Aflame](https://literaryyard.com/2019/11/06/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 New York, near the small town of Potsdam.... - ['Aerial Perch' and other poems by Cynthia Pitman](https://literaryyard.com/2019/11/06/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 from the soles of my feet. My snaking... - [Ghost Town: A Memoir](https://literaryyard.com/2019/11/06/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 beside me at the funeral. He was sweating wildly.... - ['Propaganda' and other poems by Ken W. Simpson](https://literaryyard.com/2019/11/05/propaganda-and-other-poems-by-ken-w-simpson/): By: Ken W. Simpson Propaganda The logic of insanity insulated from reality by barricades of deception. God An extensive probe by NASA has failed to discover any sign of heaven in our galaxy or beyond where it may have got... - ['Muse' and other poems by Adam Kluger](https://literaryyard.com/2019/11/05/muse-and-other-poems-by-adam-kluger/): By: Adam Kluger Muse The instant coffee was tolerable. Bizzy Palaster nodded his head to Iggy Pop and sharpened his pencil. A scan of the messy London flat suggested the night before had been somewhat memorable as the floor was... - [Déjà Vu](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/20/deja-vu/): By: Haiqi Zhou Neighbors who came across the old colonel lately, on one or several of his many saunters along the banks of the Suzhou river, often described him as drifting in some dreamy trance. Indeed, having devoted his youth... - [Juliana and the Virus](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/20/juliana-and-the-virus/): By  Anita G. Gorman It was the fifteenth day of the plague. Well, not the plague exactly, but what was now being called the Hodie virus. Juliana was scared. Everyone was now inside. Spring was starting to show itself. Shoots... - [Daisy’s Neighbor](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/20/daisys-neighbor/): By: Padmini Krishnan I can’t believe I just heard that. I pricked my ears and stopped near the lift. Yes, someone knocked on the door from inside my neighbor’s house. I paused for a minute in the corridor, unsure of... - [Book Review: ‘RASHTRIYA’ is a tribute to selfless soldiers](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/20/book-review-rashtriya-is-a-tribute-to-selfless-soldiers/): Written by budding Indian author Mihir Ujjainwal, the novel provides a peek into the life of a soldier affiliated to Rashtriya Rifles through his journey in Kashmir valley - [Dippy’s Last Show](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/19/dippys-last-show/): By Dawn DeBraal Samuel Marsh smoothed the white paint on his face as he stood in the mirror of his motorhome. He was preparing for the birthday party, wishing he could cancel, but it was too late. He tried calling... - [Fortune](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/19/fortune/): By Ramprasath Rengasamy      I worked as a computer engineer in one of the fortune 500 multinational companies. I was not married. As I was bored at home, I had stepped out to have a long ride on the highway... - [Khosh’ard](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/19/khoshard/): By: Saman Rizvi “Ooonee…twoooo…Thileeee…thileeeee” Shehla is counting and assorting her pebbles in the garden; a microcosm of Khosh’ard that sleeps cozily snugging bleak fences to her left. To her right lies the pot half-filled with pebbles and a few of... - ['Beyond the Clouds' and other poems by Balogun Abdulmueed. A](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/19/beyond-the-clouds-and-other-poems-by-balogun-abdulmueed-a/): By: Balogun Abdulmueed. A BEYOND THE CLOUDS I am yours, I am already yoursfriendship can’t bear the burden anymore, it’s too heavy a mountain for her neck. She might collapse like limber belief. You’re mine, you’re already minefriendship should bind... - ['Manifesto' and other poems by Ian McFarland](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/18/manifesto-other-poems-by-ian/): By: Ian McFarland Manifesto To domesticate the antand invite the earthworm out to dinner.To return the cartel’s contraband,“smoke dope, get high” I will say.To end embargosand bring the democrat to a red stateand bring the conservative to a blue body... - [Covid City Blues](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/18/covid-city-blues/): By: Adam Kluger It will end someday…but I probably won’t be around to see that thought Eldred Chambarlee. 90+ days in self-quarantine can make a man think. Think about his mortality. His mistakes. His loved ones. His courage or lack... - [Sexual Healing](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/18/sexual-healing/): By: Adam Kluger It wasn’t a lifetime but 37 years was a good stretch of time.  After a particularly vivid dream where the two spoke again finally, and connected intimately in the lobby of the apartment building he grew up... - ['Ghost Harbingers' and other poems by Suzanne Cottrell](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/17/ghost-harbingers-and-other-poems-by-suzanne-cottrell/): By: Suzanne Cottrell Ghost Harbingers Once I walked on dry coastal plains,smelled the balmy scent of white cedars,where white-tailed deer and black bears,roamed and barred owls nested.Forests hemmed between erodingbeaches and flat farmland. Sea levels rise at alarming rates,briny water... - [Making Your Mark](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/17/making-your-mark/): By: Jeremiah Minihan          If he was writing this as a story, he would call it “The Homecoming”. But, George Flannery chuckled, that title had been used many times before. He knew that he would not be writing the story... - [Untold and Retold Story on Bangabandhu: Anwarul Karim’s The Ballad of a Patriot](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/17/untold-and-retold-story-on-bangabandhu-anwarul-karims-the-ballad-of-a-patriot/): By: Mohammad Jashim Uddin The year 2020 is a remarkable year for Bangladesh as the people celebrate Bangabandhu’s centennial birth anniversary.  The Father of the Nation is an inspiration to the young generation to be a patriot, a real fighter... - ['The Ant' and other poems by Carol Casey](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/16/the-ant-and-other-poems-by-carol-casey/): By: Carol Casey The Ant The ant crawls across my page,life is small,life is teaming with tiny busynessglides over my words,scanning for sustenance, not finding itthen over and under and around,across my arm, tickling, sending shivers.Swiping, sweeping, I, gigantic force,alter... - [Women Writers and Self-Isolation](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/16/women-writers-and-self-isolation/): By: Sultana Raza Part 1 Most artists and writers keep their inner space sacred and inviolate. The core from where their creativity springs. Some keep their inner world more private than others. They don’t need a quarantine imposed by the... - ['Jarhead' and other poems by Renzo Del Castillo](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/16/jarhead-and-other-poems-by-renzo-del-castillo/): By: Renzo Del Castillo Jarhead I am the stroke of a swordSwift, powerful, and deadlyTearing through flesh for the will of the mobUntil my own heart is hacked away I am the sand of the arenaRough, dry, and blood-stainedTrampled on... - [Musafir](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/15/musafir/): By: Annapurani Vaidyanathan The last leafon the solitary maple treein my backyardsways gently,wondering whyit must wantto hang in there.For, the scent of shiuli flowersand the pine trunks around,hardly allure it now.It is lostin dreams ofsetting itself free,and flitting away into... - [Human Conscience](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/15/human-conscience/): By Jamal Siddiqui Conscience plays a vital role in guiding the actions of an individual. It makes people aware of the implications of their possible actions. Individuals commit good acts as a result of their conscience. Honest people use their... - [Desolation Peaks](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/15/desolation-peaks/): By: Jeffrey Penn May With each step into the wilderness, Nick reminded himself that he wanted to be alone. But he didn’t fully understand why. Although the feeling was similar to one occasion when he spent his entire evening leaning... - [Sadistic Climax](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/15/sadistic-climax/): By James Flynn      The vast hall was completely silent, apart from the final death squeals of the monkey writhing around on the floor down below. A thousand eyes stared down at this spectacle from the stands, each one black... - [Review: 'Thread, Form, and Other Enclosures'](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/14/review-thread-form-and-other-enclosures/): By: Cristina Deptula On Christmas Day my mother and I enjoyed the most recent version of Little Women in the theater. I nodded with respect when Meg, the most domestic of the sisters, admonished the less traditional Jo, ‘Just because... - ['My heart' and other poems by Ananya Vats](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/14/my-heart-and-other-poems-by-ananya-vats/): By: Ananya Vats My heartToday me heart feels the size of a garlic podsaturated in its scarlet essencesnuggled safely in soft layersresting from stretchingTOO MUCHToo soonT o o l a r g eToday my heart sleepswith twiddling thumbscontent in raspberry... - [First Night In Unitopia](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/14/first-night-in-unitopia/): By: Adam Katcher The war did not feel moral, the laws did not seem just, the language tasted foreign, and tongues were muted.              Everywhere Dylan walked, he knew he was being watched. The lampposts were recording everyone’s each and... - [The Ambulance Chasers-.2: Night Of The Conflagration](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/14/the-ambulance-chasers-2-night-of-the-conflagration/): By: Kevin M. Hibshman I was trying to stay awake in order to watch a late night movie. One of the perks that came with Summer vacation was that my parents let me stay up as late as I wanted.... - [The Ambulance Chasers- 1: The Gas Explosion](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/14/the-ambulance-chasers-1-the-gas-explosion/): By: Kevin M. Hibshman Growing up in a small town can be boring when you are young. Time seems infinite and even though we treasured our Summer vacations, The thrill would lose effect by mid-July. My sister and I along... - [Staked](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/14/staked/): By Mike Hickman Janson rode through the black. His steed, freshly acquired from a sleepy costermonger who’d had the bad fortune of staying the night in the same inn, seemed appreciative of the need for stealth. Either that or it... - [In the face](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/14/in-the-face/): By: Robert Mitchell     “I want my … I want my MTV,” became the familiar buzz phrase, reused worldwide and brandished across all media like a tidal wave tsunami of conformity. With the Dire Straits, Sting collaboration, Jake’s world of... - ['My old socks' and other poems by Strider Marcus Jones](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/13/my-old-socks-and-other-poems-by-strider-marcus-jones/): By: Strider Marcus Jones MY OLD SOCKS my old sockssheath the feetthat fill my bootsto walk on land. hard hands, sweating like peat,still break rocksin imprisoned heatborn trapped rootsin dynasties of the damned. the faded thread-diminishes in duty until deadwhile famous... - [Kelvin's Rocket](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/13/kelvins-rocket/): By Harrison Abbott Many people thought Kelvin was an odd child. Not just his family. Lots of people recognised, even when he was a baby, that he was different. The majority never said anything. But they all noticed it. When... - [Invisible Currents](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/13/invisible-currents/): By: Nell Cunningham  It was my son David’s five-year-old hand in mine that kept me upright as the two of us walked from our small, ranch-styled house in the middle of the block to the corner, where the school bus... - [Poems: 'Rain' n 'Santa and a wish'](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/10/poems-rain-n-santa-and-a-wish/): By: Deeksha Makhija  Rain Dear Rain,I see you comingwith magic in your touch,you bring peace amidst noise,beauty amidst chaos,and so much warmthin your cold raindrops I see you healing heartsin seconds,Will you do me a favor then?Hold the hand of... - [Words](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/10/words/): By: Aruna Subramanian Oh, words!How Powerful are they!Much has been said,Much has been heard.Strong, sharp enoughTo stagger my heart.Can’t blame anyone, but myself.should’ve been wise.should’ve been cautious.should’ve been better.Can’t blame anyone, but myself.All that being saidWhat’s more to add?Oh, words!How... - ['My Lord's Grace' and other poems by Vishnu B. Unnithan](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/08/my-lords-grace-and-other-poems-by-vishnu-b-unnithan/): By: Vishnu B. Unnithan My Lord’s Grace(With a line From WHEN I CONSIDER HOW MY LIGHT IS SPENT by John Milton On His Blindness) I sacrificed and did my best but that was not enough for them as theywanted me... - [Farm Kids](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/08/farm-kids/): By: Dennis Vannatta Leon and Georgia Price had been married long enough that their grandchildren were no longer cute and cuddly and frankly not much fun to be around, so now each had a pet.  “Our kids,” Georgia called them,... - [Saving The Picture Show](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/08/saving-the-picture-show/): By: Ed Nichols There was a rumor all over Clarkesville, Georgia.  The picture show was going to close.  The Habersham Theater.  It had been operating since way before World War Two.  Movies five nights each week, and all day on... - ['Hero' and other poems by Manini Priyan](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/08/hero-and-other-poems-by-manini-priyan/): By Manini Priyan Hero Misinformation and lies spreads around usVillains keep controlling usWe descend into fear and hateThe wheel keeps turningWith no end in sight Stories are told of heroes who spread lightAnd how they vanquished the darknessWe focus on... - ['Passion' and other poems by Ken W. Simpson](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/02/passion-and-other-poems-by-ken-w-simpson/): By: Ken W. Simpson Passion Contrasts blend and lingerelements of sadnessand the residue of remorsefor a fleeting memorythe momentary bliss of love. ### Original, Sin Winged beasts ride the night skywhere dark clouds gathera harbinger of gales approachingto clear the... - ['Mirages' and other poems by Ken W. Simpson](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/31/mirages-and-other-poems-by-ken-w-simpson/): By: Ken W Simpson Mirages Impatiently we waitfor truth to overturn treacherydecency to defeat inhumanityfor eventual justicewhen our nightmares disperseand we can dream rapturouslyof a fabulous future. ### Time The second hand defines the hourof each passing dayoblivious to a... - [The Host](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/31/the-host/): By: Sterling Warner “A load of buck salt in the butt was worth the price of stealing cherries and other fruit from the luscious orchards that seemed endless my youth,” Drew muttered to himself as he walked down Campbell Avenue.... - [In My Head](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/31/in-my-head/): By Nancy Machlis Rechtman So much timeAlone in my headAs I teeterNot knowing which way to plunge. Do I succumb to the darknessAnd the thoughtsThat my frenetic lifeManaged to always keep at bayLocked safely in the vaultLabeled Do Not Ever... - [Nacho Cheese Doritos](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/31/nacho-cheese-doritos/): By James Bates A little bit of heaven right here on earth, that’s what it was, my love for Doritos, specifically Nacho Cheese. But that little bit of heaven came crashing down hard the day doctor Anderson gave me the... - [I am here, one room does it all](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/31/i-am-here-one-room-does-it-all/): By: Alfred Nicholson On the second floor, look and seeroom to the left there I am, 233. Here I am I spend all of my day,7 days a week eat, sleep or play. The shadow of the virus I will... - ['The Lines are in turning mode' and other poems by Pijush Kanti Deb](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/30/the-lines-are-in-turning-mode-and-other-poems-by-pijush-kanti-deb/): By: Pijush Kanti Deb “The Lines are in turning mode” Spondylotic Linesstand face to facekeeping their eyes and hearts openas ifthey intent to intersect one anothertouchingthe epi-center of their pain and gainassumingthe Sun and the other ancillaries are stillhappy to... - ['Fizzled' and other poems by Stephen Kingsnorth](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/30/fizzled-and-other-poems-by-stephen-kingsnorth/): By: Stephen Kingsnorth Fizzled The flame fizzled from first light,the history book at my finger tips:the roar red brand – a claimant mark –reminder where we had first met,now on my hand as hers had been,as if reluctant palms to... - ['Pestilence' and other poems by Tapeshwar Prasad](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/30/pestilence-and-other-poems-by-tapeshwar-prasad/): By: Tapeshwar Prasad Pestilence  How hurriedlyI open the faucetTo my burning throatAfter the toil of the day and the nightAnd how, more languidlyI try to tap off the waterof its flowFlowing drop by dropMingling the thirst andmy gloomy thoughts, in... - ['Bleak: The place of plagues' and other poems by Okpeta, Gideon Iching](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/30/bleak-the-place-of-plagues-and-other-poems-by-okpeta-gideon-iching/): By: Okpeta, Gideon Iching Bleak: The place of plagues And i saw a forlorn of plague, at thedepth of the dessertAnd men under eaves kvetchingin awe with voices of lamentation.A hard time I have seen it.Indeed hell has decided a... - [Poems: 'At the January Sales' n 'Taped over'](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/30/poems-at-the-january-sales-n-taped-over/): By: Bernard Pearson At the January Sales I see you through the window of a shopBut for once my heart no longer stops,For you are nothing to me now.You could buy me the world for all I careAnd wrap it... - ['Flower Girl' and other poems by Michael Lee Johnson](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/30/flower-girl-and-other-poems-by-michael-lee-johnson/): By Michael Lee Johnson Flower Girl .(Tears in Your Eyes) Poems are hard to createthey live, then die, walk alone in tears,resurrect in family mausoleums.They walk with you alone in ghostly patterns,memories they deliver feeling unexpectedlythrough the open windows of... - [Forbidden](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/30/forbidden/): By: Aruna Subramanian On a tumultuous nightof lashing rain,two souls sing alongrenouncing falsehoodrelieving this worldentering their own.She, his healing powerHe, her ray of hope.For him, SheFor her, He.It is raining everywhere,incomprehensible mysteryForbidden kisses….. - ['The Great Unknown' and other poems by John Grey](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/30/the-great-unknown-and-other-poems-by-john-grey/): By John Grey THE GREAT UNKNOWN Benny bends over his guitar,picks licks between chords. from Clapton and Broonzy.Jeff Beck and Albert King and the kid he once wasplucking riffs out of the airin front of a full-length bathroom mirror as... - [Breeze](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/29/breeze/): By: Alan Berger                                   There is a soft breeze coming from a place I use to be                                  A sweet gust between the two of us                                  A truce of sorts if you want to call it that                                  A sort of cease... - [The Jump](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/29/the-jump/): By: Woodie Williams Jim hopped out of his ancient, green pickup truck, slammed the rusty door shut and ambled towards us. The rest of us were hanging out in the shade beside Donnie’s house, not doing much of anything, waiting... - [A Day in the time of a Pandemic](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/29/a-day-in-the-time-of-a-pandemic/): By Priya Anand I wake to dark grey skiesA thin drizzle that easilyDiscourages me from my morning walkI peer through the bamboo fenceA persistent few are out in their windcheatersDetermined to get their daily constitutionalSome wear masks that match their... - [Renunciation](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/29/renunciation/): By: Gabriella Symss  One eye began to come unglued from sleep and punitive morning light struck with raucous determination through the crack. A wad of cotton sat inside her skull accompanying the mildest taste of bile at the back of... - ['DARK EYES AND DIMPLED SMILE' and other poems by John Tustin](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/29/dark-eyes-and-dimpled-smile-and-other-poems-by-john-tustin/): By: John Tustin DARK EYES AND DIMPLED SMILE You.YourDark eyes and dimpled smileIn the wan twilightOf a packed room – I cannot paint it,Draw it, tell itButStill You:YourDark eyes and dimpled smileIn the wan twilightOf a packed room Is shiningAnd... - [The Stakeout](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/29/the-stakeout/): By D.C. Mason             Kenneth Wolfman was surprised by how much the sight bothered him. The red glow of the heat lamp and the static clicking of its electric hum filled the coop with a strange vermillion that was without... - ["Broken Young Woman" and other poems by Somaah Edwards](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/29/broken-young-woman-and-other-poems-by-somaah-edwards/): By: Somaah Edwards “Broken Young Woman” From where he standshe could seea broken damseldangling in his view, broken dreamswaltzing in her pairof dark blue eyes, disappointmentsfloating allover herlittle peach face, the advertising crackson her little lipswere as shallowas the unpleasant... - [Poems: 'The artist’s prison' n 'Hear your soul'](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/29/poems-the-artists-prison-n-hear-your-soul/): By Andrada Costoiu The artist’s prison Your fingers are dancing molding the clay,In shapes that your heart has requested,Trembling,Touching with the force and desire of your inmate thoughts,That promise to become something. You clothing, covered in the black ash of... - ["The lighthouse" and other poems by Katrenia M. Busch](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/29/the-lighthouse-and-other-poems-by-katrenia-m-busch/): By: Katrenia M. Busch The lighthouse The sun was shining through the cloudsAs the ocean waves poured inThe sky above indeed—did crowdAs the lighthouse stood within Within—the lapse of time foundWithin the depths of aweAs you listened carefully to the... - [Within reason](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/28/within-reason/): By T R Bates I feel like I’ve come to a small milestoneOr turning point in dealing withBarbara’s passing.Last Sunday morning wasA beautiful time for a bike ride,Up to the store for a few groceries whileSkirting a newly renovated park... - [Camp Ajian](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/20/camp-ajian/): By: Nathaniel Okolo ! Approximately 12,000 miles away from camp Ajian, General Promes sat morose at his desk, slouched over in his too comfortable leather chair, he thought to himself, that this must be the most unproductive period in his... - [Happy Together](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/20/happy-together/): By: Linda Barrett             Johnny sat down across from the Singhs in the living room of their new home. Crossing his lanky legs at his knees, he spoke in his soft, gentle voice with his matching smile.             “I used... - ['Breaking into Song Instead of Houses' and other poems by Ryan Quinn Flanagan](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/18/breaking-into-song-instead-of-houses-and-other-poems-by-ryan-quinn-flanagan/): By: Ryan Quinn Flanagan Breaking into Song Instead of Houses No need for the skeleton key, the glass cutter,that dreaded ski mask in the darkwhile the family is away, or worse,when they are at home feeding cats withfaces more beautiful... - [Missing Her](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/17/missing-her/): By: Marvin Thiele “Steven, you really need to stop calling me,” came her warm voice.             “But, it’s been a year. I haven’t called in a year,” Steve said. A sigh, on her end.             “Okay. Yeah, I guess that’s... - [Majister](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/17/majister/): By: Katrenia Busch The sound of the alarm clock echoing in my head, as I’m still asleep and late for school again. “Daniel! Are you awake?” Dad’s probably still trying to impress that whore, he dragged home again. “I’m up!”... - ['Strange Dog' and other poems by Ed Nichols](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/13/strange-dog-and-other-poems-by-ed-nichols/): By: Ed Nichols                         Strange Dog I have a strange dog. She can talk when she wants to. Sometimes she says, “E Pluribus Unum” when we are walking. I ask her what is she saying. She doesn’t answer. She usually... - [Vestigial wings](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/12/vestigial-wings/): By: Aruna Subramanian The caged canarypreserved her wingsfor another day,when she couldspread her songsacross the blue sky.Days & nights flew bybehind the closed doors.She waits and waitsfor the dawnthat might recoverwhat lay beneaththe layers of dustbelonging to the ages,disappearing,forgotten,her desire... - [The lonely fanatic](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/12/the-lonely-fanatic/): By: Hassam Gul Amelie remained seated on the silk-coated settee, even when the train resumed her stranded journey if you are to call her remains by her name, a part in which I had full bearing. My mare snare, when... - [Ageism: Women are never too old to experience it](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/12/ageism-women-are-never-too-old-to-experience-it/): By: Connie Woodring This article focuses on ageism and its effects on women and society. Women over 40 typically concern themselves with menopause, mid-life crises, caring for their elderly parents and perhaps face lifts.  Ageism and becoming old and vulnerable... - [Poisoned](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/11/poisoned/): By: Deogratias Kagali Malicious intents,All over the invitation,Bad be done right,Plan of evil must be laid. The invited pride clouded,Showing off a habit.Feet of fragile clay,Astray their path’s destination. Full of oneself,Made it even easier,For evil to conquer,Destruction be a... - [Making Allowance](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/11/making-allowance/): By: Carl “Papa” Palmer Pleased with my brand new door lock knobs,chrome, smooth, tapered, anti-theft,no ridge to grasp with a coat hanger,I swing shut the door to my truckwith the keys dangling from the ignition. Knowing the doors are locked,I... - [A lunch](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/10/a-lunch/): By: J.D. Diaz After closing, when all the diners and most of the staff were gone and he was done cleaning his station and knives, he helped Javier with the dishes and mopping the floor. They had a smoke by... - [I wait](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/10/i-wait/): By: Melissa Graham I wait again.I am not your expectations.I wait for you to feel me, hear meI wait for you to seenot my hairnot my skinbut the soul that lives within.I am not unbreakableI am not replaceableSomeday you will... - ['Postcard from a Forgotten Town' and other poems by Jim Brosnan](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/10/postcard-from-a-forgotten-town-and-other-poems-by-jim-brosnan/): By: Jim Brosnan Postcard from a Forgotten Town I wrote phrases,fragmentsof thought,so manymiles awayas I recalledtrain whistlesbreakingevening silenceand headlightson the nearbystretchesof highwaypassing overwinding hillsas I now watchlingering embersleapfrom a fireplaceas snowflakestumbleacross the lawn. ### Landscape of Reminders Sleet splattersthe windshieldof... - ['Residential care' and other poems by Douglas K Currier](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/09/residential-care-and-other-poems-by-douglas-k-currier/): By: Douglas K Currier Residential care Day 99 Long-term residential care smells of death:incontinence, the odor of liniment, industrial disinfectant,moth balls, menthol, old clothes, meds,and the liquid, pervasive smells of the cafeteria.I already lack the small-motor skills to take pills.... - ['We Should Have Let Go' n 'Lies from the Sky'](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/09/we-should-have-let-go-n-lies-from-the-sky/): By: Shaan Sood We Should Have Let Go: Behind our blue skiesA photograph faded from touchIts incandescent glow of beforeHiddenOh, forgotten Holding grains of sandThat were filled with the wordsSaid through murky waterWe should have held tighterWe should have let go... - [Cat and Sparrow](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/09/cat-and-sparrow/): By: Dr. Piku Chowdhury The crouching fluffy feline graceWould eye me with some carelessnessThe frisky fallow fright of sparrowIn my narrow harrowed pace.Constant feline surveillanceOn my stealthy subsistenceTrying to scrape some rhyme or senseOff the tacky correctness.Between kitty on the... - ['Home' and other poems by David Francis](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/09/home-and-other-poems-by-david-francis/): By: David Francis Home When I went back to my ancestral homeI put on my old clothesthey were still there hangingthree years had come and gone I went through all my belongingsI didn’t know I’d find those old photographshalf-expecting to... - ['Little Bird Get Inside Your Cage' and other poems by Alethea Jimison](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/09/little-bird-get-inside-your-cage-and-other-poems-by-alethea-jimison/): By: Alethea Jimison Little Bird Get Inside Your Cage Children are meant to be seen- not heard.  The adults tell us that they value our voices and yet shut us down when we speak without compliance.  I am a separate... - [Every Revolt Matters](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/08/every-revolt-matters/): By: Ram Govardhan Every revolt,modest or armed, matters.Every fight can’t placatethe plights, or restore the rights.Every resistance can’tturn into a revolution, orforce a coup d’état, orupset the status quo.At times, can’teven scream a defiance.At times, can’teven prove its existencedreading its... - [It Only Hurts the First Time You Shoot Up](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/08/it-only-hurts-the-first-time-you-shoot-up/): By Ruth Z. Deming Finally I was ready to visit my relatives in my home town of Cleveland, Ohio. We were in a heat wave but I refused to let that stop me. As Rabbi Hillel said, “If not now,... - ['Ocean Pangaea' and other poems by Karoline Wimmer](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/08/ocean-pangaea-and-other-poems-by-karoline-wimmer/): By: Karoline Wimmer Ocean Pangaea Her gaze softensas the last tideripplesthrough the one desire ofheat ocean.She recalls a momentlighting the fire ofthose burdened dunes,faces of those loved.Flash, the photographthat cannot end.As the last tide sends ripples throughthe ocean of all... - ['Where I’m From' and other poems by Vivian Yu](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/08/where-im-from-and-other-poems-by-vivian-yu/): By: Vivian Yu Where I’m From I’m from sunshine,from summer, shorts, and snacks.I’m from the hot air that hugs me closely,from the gentle breeze that takes my sweat away.From the reflection of the May sun on morning dews,also from the... - ['The Paradoxes in Life' and other poems by Mark O. Decker](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/08/the-paradoxes-in-life-and-other-poems-by-mark-o-decker/): By: Mark O. Decker The Paradoxes in Life Every ugliness,has its corresponding beauty;Every lie,its reciprocal truth;This matters to thosewho can see two waysat once;To those, who can seethe many paradoxes in life, andin nature;I know that, somewhere,there are those who... - [School Project](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/08/school-project/): By Ramprasath Rengasamy      ‘That the sperm of a man be putrefied by itself in a sealed cucurbit for forty days with the highest degree of putrefaction in a horse’s womb, or at least so long that it comes to... - ['Saturday Night Fever' and other poems by Celine Low](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/07/saturday-night-fever-and-other-poems-by-celine-low/): By: Celine Low Saturday Night Fever We sit, boozy livers and light headstalking late,making fat sounds falling flatinto the carpet,glasses sweating on the table. One momentlooms large, theredlava lampbleedingonto our faces: which one of usshot himself with a finger gunand... - [The Wizard of Mar-a-Lago](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/07/the-wizard-of-mar-a-lago/): By Mark Kodama, Jim Bates and Kim Hood The Wizard of Mar-a-Lago Donald, a rich kid from Kansas and his friends Breitbart,and  Michael the Fixer meet at Donald’s tree house for their monthly meeting for the local chapter for the... - ['Yes, Lemon' and other poems by Thomas M. McDade](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/06/yes-lemon-and-other-poems-by-thomas-m-mcdade/): By: Thomas M. McDade Yes, Lemon Maybe it’s calculatedStopping at the Town LoungeOn the wagon wanting someOf the old whacko atmosphereJust give me a Coke, yes lemonDon the owner cocky on his throneSays this ain’t no soda fountainYou know that... - [New Beginnings](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/06/new-beginnings/): By Andrew Wolczyk The preacher walked alone down the dusty street, looking neither right nor left, his focus on the distant horizon line.  He had walked for days, and he knew that he would walk for days more, maybe weeks,... - [All Our Tribes, Choose Their Sides – An Evolutionary Tale of Political Partisanship](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/04/all-our-tribes-choose-their-sides-an-evolutionary-tale-of-political-partisanship/): By: Bill Portela Democrats, Republicans, liberals, and conservatives. Whites, Blacks, Asians, or Hispanics. Smothered-harried workers, or instead, yacht-basking hedge fund managers behind gated communities. With which of these extended-virtual clans do we associate? Oh, that’s right. We human-types are pinnacle... - [Gratitude towards walls](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/04/gratitude-towards-walls/): By: Varnika Goel It’s strange how I lie down.I face the wall alwaysOtherwise if I face leftI feel the lingering lonelinessFew words escape my mouthWithout moving a centimetreIn dark I let my mellow mouth moveI force out voice from wind... - ['Is it my burden?' and other poems by Jimlad Abdullateef](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/04/is-it-my-burden-and-other-poems-by-jimlad-abdullateef/): By: Jimlad Abdullateef HOPEYou are a broken shadowShattered into prickling pieces with no weapon to muster it.Your eyes are empty, Tears of anguish roll down your cheek.You could not see anything fruitful but darkness,Silence steals your heartAs the windstorm swirls... - [Harriet, Harriet!](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/04/harriet-harriet/): By Gaither Stewart                         What might have been and what has been                        Point to one end, which is always present.                        Footfalls echo in the memory                        Down the passage which we did not take….                                     T.S. Eliot                                                           1.           After Alessandra... - [Haiku](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/02/haiku/): By: Jon Petruschke In the darkonly my handssee you. Trail of clothesto yoursmall patch of meadow. Slidingyour pink jewelon my ring finger. Summer scorcherher t-shirtwears her. Country fair contestbehind the tent, showing offwhat she’s grown. In her hipsshe feelshis storm... - [Uriel Fox Runs for Mayor](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/02/uriel-fox-runs-for-mayor/): By: John F Zurn Uriel Fox enjoyed his many discussions with his fellow citizens of Newton. Nearly every evening, he’d meet group retirees and enjoy coffee and stimulating conversation. One afternoon when some seniors suggested that he should run for... - ['Breathless' and 'Our street' poems](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/30/breathless-and-our-street-poems/): By: Lynn White Breathless In this new societyof masks and miasmaswe are being suffocatedwith pillows of powerand prejudice,hardly hidden,in the institutionswe were told would protectus all.Some of usbelieved it. But the old masks are off now,forced off the face by... - ['The Window' and 'Nostalgia' poems](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/30/the-window-and-nostalgia-poems/): By: Wei-Chih Eudela The Window The windows are said to be the eyes of a homeI like viewing into them when I am all aloneBecause they give me a short glimpse of the sceneryThe things that enter my eyes and... - [What is life?](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/30/what-is-life/): By: Abdul Hadi Haleemah I wonder and wander,Through the thickest part of,the forest with thorny trees,In search of the meaning of this haven; life I swam the depths of the seaand asked the mermaid“what is life?”Her answer didn’t satisfy my... - [After Laughing](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/30/after-laughing/): By:  Dennis Vannatta It had been Roger Barr who phoned the office, but it was his wife, Connie, who answered Earl’s knock on the door.             “Roger can’t talk to you right now, Sheriff,” she said.  “He’s too upset.”            ... - ['Ode To Passion' and 'Bewitching Draw' poems](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/31/ode-to-passion-and-bewitching-draw-poems/): By: JayM Ode To Passion My worst arguments are with my own mind,To pave the way for my best words for you;Words of enchantment give themselves up,To that your beauty creates, to you. Indelible prints of ardour, upon my mind,A... - ['Sanga' and 'Copperhead' poems](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/31/sanga-and-copperhead-poems/): By: Stephen Kingsnorth Sanga Wrap, face, skin reflecting pile pineapples,toothy sarong fruit vendorssentry corners, slow spiral screwto mountains drag-drawn from flatland haze.Lushed tier paddies, suspended tanks,glitter dun-lime battle grounds,side-step from trunked trunk haulers,gross chink-link necklaces,chained to logs and bored mahouts;noising... - [The Red Tricycle](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/31/the-red-tricycle/): By Dawn DeBraal She looked away when she saw the woman and her child picking through the dumpster. It hurt too much to see that. She wanted to help but, how could she? The little boy in rain boots held... - [What Covid-19 Tells Us About Our Biased Pretenses](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/31/what-covid-19-tells-us-about-our-biased-pretenses/): By: Nadia Benjelloun A Justifiable Fear, or a Melodrama? There is no doubt that there ever was as violent of an outbreak as covid-19. Or is that just what we are made to believe? It seems we have all gone... - [The Hermit](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/27/the-hermit/): By: James Bates Even though he hadn’t left his house that day, nor had he for the more than three years since his beloved wife had passed away, here’s what Bob Anderson wrote later that night:             ‘I lay under... - ['Wrong' and other poems by Brian Rihlmann](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/27/wrong-and-other-poems-by-brian-rihlmann/): By: Brian Rihlmann WRONG I sit with the sun at my backand stare at my shadowits hair movesits shoulders rise and fallafter awhile the thought enters—the shadow’s not meany more than the sun is a while longerand the sun disappearsbehind... - ['Spine – Xray' and other poems by J.K.Durick](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/25/spine-xray-and-other-poems-by/): By: J.K.Durick Spine – Xray ### Bookmark by Gavin a grandnephew once removedis gone but this gift,given I don’t remember when,remains. His name written in childish lettersand some coloring are all that’s leftof the moment – it marks his placemy... - ['Red Cinnabar' and other poems by Theresa C. Gaynord](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/25/red-cinnabar-and-other-poems-by-theresa-c-gaynord/): By: Theresa C. Gaynord RED CINNABAR Discard my clothes, my glamorous spoilsand fate me before the dispossessedfar removed from my gowns of tulle andspangles. Walk me toward the peak of the mountain,strip me of my name as I watch the... - [Peon](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/25/peon/): By Beatriz Cicci Ms. Maureen Campbell was proud to attest and confirm with confidence that, throughout her 72 years of life, she had only kissed whom she had ratified to be totally and completely in love with. When inquired in... - ['Pioneer Cemetery' and other poems by Don Thompson](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/24/pioneer-cemetery-and-other-poems-by-don-thompson/): By: Don Thompson Pioneer Cemetery These tottering gravestones remainunexpectedly whiteafter all sorts of weather—unlike the bones buried here.They’re gray going black by now,blotched with off-greenlike moss on the wooden markersworn nameless years ago. ** Inflation Spendthrift wind strips the trees,scattering... - [The Greatest Ever](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/24/the-greatest-ever/): By Mark Kodama             When the wrought iron gates of St. Mary’s Industrial School for Boys swung wide, George was just an unwanted reform school boy destined for oblivion. But George Herman Ruth could play baseball better than any other... - [Penance](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/23/penance/): By: Stephen Faulkner I walked from where it all took place with a steady gait down a dark and humid street. Darkness enveloped me like a shroud, like a fetid blanket pulled around me, hiding me. Still her eyes found... - ['Seesaw' and 'The Life I Deserve' poems](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/22/seesaw-and-the-life-i-deserve-poems/): By: Alexis Zarco SeesawThe rustic seesawof sun bleachedblues & redssat trapped in itsbeginnings. Green wildgrass& yellow wheatgrow in betweenthe wooden seats. Childish giggles& small footstepsechoing in the empty spacemocking the young’unswho are all but grown. ### The Life I Deserve... - ['Aubade' and other poems by Jesse Wolfe](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/22/aubade-and-other-poems-by-jesse-wolfe/): By: Jesse Wolfe Aubade Her brown curls heaped on the pillow,the comforter sprawled below her breasts.She fled into her magazine. For a minute, motionless, he stood.Starlings chattered in the walnut tree. * * In days they decided on a baby.It... - [The Coolest Death Ever](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/22/the-coolest-death-ever/): By Alan Berger Islands in the streamFrom Cold Spring HarbourTo the village green         Mouth full of marijuanaFrom TorontoTo Tijuana HeyI’m not a good travelerI don’t have the sight seeing stamina  Death may be not what it seemsIt could be the... - [The essence of life is sadness](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/21/the-essence-of-life-is-sadness/): By: Anupama Mishra But I forget this in madness,Now the childish tender feelings of mineare on obstinacy strike,To go to such place where it was at a timeWhen immaturity was at its prime,All the things had an element of wonder.But... - [The Venice Return](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/21/the-venice-return/): By: Prashil Kumar It was a nightmare for Emily. Musaffar refused to let her go overseas to work. The job offer had come all the way from Venice, Italy. And although her contract would only last ten months, Emily would earn... - ['Truth Be Told' & other Poems by Jon Carter](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/20/truth-be-told-other-poems-by-jon-carter/): By: Jon Carter truth be told I left her house quietly,stale alcohol on my breath. I thought it wasbetter to leaveher bones behind melike a man. my pockets were full ofbleeding emeralds.I lit a cigaretteand exhaled under the yellowstreet-lights. it... - [The Canvas of Life](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/20/the-canvas-of-life/): By: Rehanul Hoque Leaves became yellow and then shed in winter.Scarcity of Magnesium and lack of water turned leaves pale enoughto shed, this is what I knew.But I loved the trees without knowing all theseLike them soared high enough to... - [Dear Jack](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/20/dear-jack/): An epistolary story that keeps the reader engaged. - [Universe Lost](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/19/universe-lost/): By: A Ramachandran   In 1941, Isaac Asimov, widely regarded as one of the top two science fiction writers of his time, wrote a short story titled ‘Nightfall.’ The story itself was inspired by a poem written by Ralph Waldo... - [These Muted Mothball Days](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/19/these-muted-mothball-days/): By: Ian C Smith My serendipitous introduction to Yeats’ early poem, He Wishes for The Cloths of Heaven, came about when I lifted an antimacassar on my armchair, exposing a hidden letter.  A nephew, my house-sitter during recent travels then,... - ['Each Rock is A Potala Palace' and 'They Are Waiting for You in Outer Space'](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/18/each-rock-is-a-potala-palace-and-they-are-waiting-for-you-in-outer-space/): By Chinese Poet Hongri YuanTranslated by Yuanbing zhang Each Rock is A Potala Palace The sunshine is mellow wine and there are golden palaces inside the sun. Where a giant is its master, he told me that I was his... - [OUR FAVORITE HALLOWEEN MOVIE](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/18/our-favorite-halloween-movie/): By: Shawn Berman OUR FAVORITE HALLOWEEN MOVIE IS THE ONE WHERE CASPER AND WENDY BECOME BEST FRIENDS BECAUSE NOBODY DIES AND THEY ALL LIVE HAPPILY EVER AFTER sitting in our underwear carving pumpkins on the floor you turn the volume... - [Once](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/17/once/): By: Alan Berger Once in a world of sorrowThrice in a world of painWhere memories I never hadWhere all laid to blameAt the age I am right nowReady for the gateI still don’t know how or whyI received a smile... - ['Kintsugi' and other poems by Shannen Zitz](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/17/kintsugi-and-other-poems-by-shannen-zitz/): By: Shannen Zitz KINTSUGI i have mended hundreds ofbroken things.i never questioned the necessity of it,just knew, this is probably howit would always be.never knew where the crackswere coming from,only that they were there. and i filled them.with whatever i... - [About the politics](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/17/about-the-politics/): By: Paweł Markiewicz I am standing before a cute mirror, therethrough looking, and I see there Prometheus, his torches with fires, a weird-like ash, a poetical comet as well as the words >youthhood of studies< in a golden frame. I... - [Aunt Glorthea](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/17/aunt-glorthea/): By W. K. Rathburg Command, this is Palma Fesco. Of Search and Rescue? The same. I find myself in a pickle. I need help. What do you mean? I’m stuck under a ventilation shaft. What? It collapsed. In the Veldor Sector. ... - [Lost in Scotoma](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/16/lost-in-scotoma/): By: Aanika Eragam I didn’t notice she was missing till the world began withering,weeping willows sweeping banyan seeds down rabbit holes,coyotes howling for mercy as dandelion feathers chokedtheir newborns’ throats. I sat on a swing in an empty playgroundlistening for... - [Conscious, Carolina](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/13/conscious-carolina/): By: Zach Murphy There it was. It was that faint tune. The tune of a song playing on a jukebox from the back room in a dingy bar within the ghost town of a dream. The mysterious sound meandered through... - ['A Piece of Wonder' and other poems by Rehanul Hoque](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/13/a-piece-of-wonder-and-other-poems-by-rehanul-hoque/): By: Rehanul Hoque A Piece of Wonder If men were to be compared with an ass and vice versa,Without much speculation on the respective role of eachanyone could assert ass is the best ass, man is perfect manand to acknowledge... - [Soul](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/12/soul/): By: Christiane Demack Butterfly!You came back!All my lifeI’d felt your bright blue wingsBeating against the inside ofMy rib cage, fanning the fire,Inside;Gifting me visions of flowers and honey,Dreaming mimosas and hyacinths,Into existence; lingering by fountainsOf joy in the silver light... - [Bobber Fishing with Tom and Ted](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/12/bobber-fishing-with-tom-and-ted/): By Ted R. Larsen He walks into the room, all white walls and cotton sheets, monitors and tubes. His friend is sleeping – at least he hopes that’s true. Ah. The chest moves up and down lightly. Sleeping it is.... - ['Packed and ready to go out of this world' and other poems by Milton P. Ehrlich](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/12/packed-and-ready-to-go-out-of-this-world-and-other-poems-by-milton-p-ehrlich/): By: Milton P. Ehrlich PACKED AND READY TO GO OUT OF THIS WORLD Lovebirds sit on their suitcaseswaiting for their wings to sprout.They listen to a melancholy melodyin a minor key planting seeds of love.They carry a supply of dark... - [My Best Friend’s Wedding](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/12/my-best-friends-wedding/): By: Alina Gufran The airplane felt stuffy, too hot, the seats too cramped, the aisles reeked of pickle and mustard oil, the air hostesses’ make-up wasn’t blended right. Everything was overdone, stereotyped, wrong. I couldn’t put my finger on why.... - [Taking Stock](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/11/taking-stock/): By: Stephen Kingsnorth I carried a Pisa piletowards the door desk, greyish tinge.The bright street frontage, poster glowfelt-tip scrawl announced, not Alexandria,but fire damaged stock for sale. High School me, taken self to town,found this people-free paradise;miser pocket-money in pig-skin... - [The Steppe](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/11/the-steppe/): By: Kate Novak The horizon is so wide that when I trace it with my eyes, it is a full circle. The ochres and browns of the undergrowth mix with the hazy, powdery, washed out blue of the sky. It... - [Cabin in the Woods](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/10/cabin-in-the-woods/): By Mark Kodama I.      When I hike, I travel alone.  Although I have been warned by many well-meaning friends about the dangers of hiking by myself, I am careful and limit myself to overnight trips. Sometimes, I feel at... - ['WHAT CONVINCED HER TO STAY' n 'MISERY & HEALING'](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/10/what-convinced-her-to-stay-n-misery-healing/): By: Satvika A. Menon WHAT CONVINCED HER TO STAYMaybe it was the roses that fell in rivulets beneath her feetOr the powdery clouds that twirled above her hair.Maybe it was the wind that sang ever so softly into her earsOf... - [Aging Parent Syndrome](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/10/aging-parent-syndrome/): By: Alan Swyer “How about dinner Friday evening?” Jeff Samuels asked when his father answered the phone. “What’re you talking about?” replied Phil Samuels. “I’m coming to Florida.” “To visit?” “To do some filming and, hopefully, visit.” “You’ll have to... - [Bugs and a Stalker](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/10/bugs-and-a-stalker/): By: Michal Reiben  I am searching through Google as to which insects can possibly be biting me?  Much to my surprise after intense research, the answer which turns up is ‘Bed Bugs’. How can that be? I know there is... - ['Science Fiction Haiku' n 'Horror Tanka'](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/10/science-fiction-haiku-n-horror-tanka/): By: Denny E. Marshall Science Fiction Haiku on mars colonythe sky makes you feel lonelysun looks like a star reach for keyssurprised to findpocket alien alien craft landsdistant visitors puzzledby “Moo, Moo” response in the fiftiesaliens land and hide onbikini... - [Cross Country at the School for Troubled Teens](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/09/cross-country-at-the-school-for-troubled-teens/): By Rich Elliott So you Board Members asked me to write something up. “Just tell us about the season and about Coach Thorpe. In your own words.” Fine, I’ll play your Game, I got nothing to hide. I’m outta here... - [Barapani](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/09/barapani/): By: Antara Roy Oruganti   ‘What a dark night!’ I said out loud to myself. I had been walking alone for quite a while now, and the sound of my voice sounded unfamiliar to my ears.    The bus in... - ['The Aquarium' and other poems by Brandon McQuade](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/09/the-aquarium-and-other-poems-by-brandon-mcquade/): By: Brandon McQuade The Aquarium Because the car is in the shop, we walk in dead heattrusting GPS, until the aquarium shows itself. It appears to us like the sea on the horizon, a mirage;an oil stain on the concrete... - [What Grandma Said](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/08/what-grandma-said/): By: James Bates The last time I saw my Grandmother Sara I’d wheeled her down to the community room of Meridian Way, the retirement home where she’d been living for the last year and a half.             “Is this okay?”... - [Travels with a Barbarian: Onto Raglan Crag](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/08/travels-with-a-barbarian-onto-raglan-crag/): By: The Birch Twins When finally we arrived after a breathless climb over wet grass, it was a miserable place drenched by constant drizzling rain that made the grass slippery and the rocks and ruined walls more so. Here were... - [Enlivening Your Inner Serpent Power](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/08/enlivening-your-inner-serpent-power/): By William T. Hathaway Slumbering deep within you lies a serpent named Bhujagendra coiled 3 1/2 times around the sacral bone at the base of your spine in Muladhara chakra, your inner powerhouse. Awakening this serpent activates your kundalini, giving... - [Accursed](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/08/accursed/): By: Chandra Shekhar Dubey I was lying with hernaked and panting with moanssoft and supple. . Far above the moon was strugglingto cuddle the wanton clouds. . A shudder in my loins passed . through my spine squeezingbubbles and shocks... - ['Humanity’s Best, Shown From Within The Rainbow' and other poems by Linda Imbler](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/07/humanitys-best-shown-from-within-the-rainbow-and-other-poems-by-linda-imbler/): By: Linda Imbler Humanity’s Best, Shown From Within The Rainbow Neutrality, a green light,saying go, to your reflective mind.Refuse to take quick part in divided views.Roll things around in your head first,looking at every view,examining every perspective before you answer.... - [The Fire Eater](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/06/the-fire-eater/): By: Ann Christine Tabaka The forests were burning, and nothing could be done to stop it. All hope seemed lost.  Day turned into night as thick black clouds of smoke blocked out the sun.  Days turned into weeks, and the... - [What we can see](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/06/what-we-can-see/): By: CJ Delous From fetus to a handful of ashes; a brief flicker of light in the darkness;the thread of our existence,helplessly passing from past to future; contingent filaments entwinedwithin the infinite: Just another story,another way to escape the boringfact... - [The Real HarMar Superstar](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/06/the-real-harmar-superstar/): By: Zach Murphy Semisonic’s melancholy anthem “Closing Time” plays while Steve finishes up his last night as a security guard at HarMar Mall. This is almost too good to be true, he thinks to himself. The unsung hero gazes at... - [The Bookstore](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/05/the-bookstore/): By Mark Kodama I.             I own a used bookstore off of Hollywood Blvd. It is not much to look at but it is mine. There always seems to be customers in my store even on a Friday night, well... - [The Trials of King Bela](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/05/the-trials-of-king-bela/): By Mark Kodama I.             When King Bela of Hungary marched his army to the Sajo River on April 10, 1241, he knew the Mongols were near. He knew the Mongols were not warriors with whom to be trifled. He... - ['Art' and other poems by M. V. Sathyanarayana](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/05/art-and-other-poems-by-m-v-sathyanarayana/): By: M. V. Sathyanarayana ARTI learned this art out of necessity…of shaping straying storms into a poem.It’s like brewing nectar from poison ivyand like rescuing words from a burning tome. My distressed spirits when seek solace from dinI dream of... - [Through Scorched Plains](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/04/through-scorched-plains/): By: Bernice Groves        “Another one. You made it,” a voice says. “Tough journey?”        The boxcar rocks. A dozen shadowed bodies rock with it. Outside, the horizon lights up like winking Christmas lights. The train is a dying snake... - [The Artist and You](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/04/the-artist-and-you/): By: Amy Rohrbaugh God the Artistcreated it all.He painted each leafin the beautiful fall.He shares His warmthin the bright yellow sunthat lights up the skyin the summery fun.He kisses the tulipswith colors of springand whispers to the birdsto get them... - [Tracers](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/03/tracers-2/): By Bennie Rosa Frank Stanley sat comfortably in his high-back wicker chair on the patio of his condo overlooking the Hackensack River. He could hear the Steins next door arguing with their teenage son. The wind was picking up and... - ['Clearing up' and other poems by John Grey](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/03/clearing-up-and-other-poems-by-john-grey/): By John Grey CLEARING UP seven years married,what have you done with the violence,the man unsure,there are just your eyes for evidenceand they that travel southwhen he looks from the eastand. of course, the pieces of the chair is the... - [Walls](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/02/walls-2/): By: Carl “Papa” Palmer have earslistenpay attentionavailabledon’t talk backor offer opinionnever interruptlet you have your say being the wallshould be mandatorytaught in schoolat homeon TVa college classbefore marriageprerequisite for politiciansand not just in America ### Carl “Papa” Palmer of Old... - ['Dark Lines, Dark Rooms' and other poems by George Gad Economou](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/02/dark-lines-dark-rooms-and-other-poems-by-george-gad-economou/): By: George Gad Economou Dark Lines, Dark Rooms never been able to write happy-go-lucky shit,never could produce a line that wouldn’t inducea sense of helplessness and distraught to the reader; “write happier lines.”“write more well-constructed poems.”“watch the language.” “edit.” “proofread.”“do... - ['Autumnal' and other poems by Enda Boyle](https://literaryyard.com/2020/03/02/autumnal-and-other-poems-by-enda-boyle/): By: Enda Boyle Autumnal As inevitable as the season itself,a baggy, vague and crappy wordtumbling out from the mouthsof gormless T.V weather people.Blazed across reusable coffe cupsin orange pumpkin pastel script.A department store catch-allused to add novelty and classto bedspreads... - [Ashish Jaiswal raises key questions in ‘Fluid’, proposes a workable solution](https://literaryyard.com/2020/02/28/ashish-jaiswal-raises-key-questions-in-fluid-proposes-a-workable-solution/): By Onkar Sharma Very recently, I picked up another book from the Crossword bookstore. It was a book called ‘Fluid’ by Ashish Jaiswal. ‘Fluid’ is a treatise that questions the popular education system poised to produce specialists by discouraging cross-discipline... - ['Going' and 'Filling in' poems](https://literaryyard.com/2020/02/27/going-and-filling-in-poems/): By: Farzana Israt Gonewherehasit gone? the timespentwith Nonsense? distant,something isbreaking. i awake. somewhere,i hearcrying. ### Filling inBut how does onenot daydreamendlessly?How can oneresist filling inthe empty spaceswith aneternal fantasy? - [The Ultimate Stage](https://literaryyard.com/2020/02/27/the-ultimate-stage/): By: Alex Andy Phuong Social hierarchyFilled with diversityColorful iridescenceAesthetic decadenceThere might be evilin the worldbut there is still hopefor the ones who dreamNo matter how hard life may seemCelebrate life and cheer for the dreamersPursuing passions respectfully - ['Storms of Blue' and other poems by Mary Bone](https://literaryyard.com/2020/02/27/storms-of-blue-and-other-poems-by-mary-bone/): By: Mary Bone Storms of Blue The storms of bluematched your eyes-sapphire orbs,moongazing into the universe,leaving twinkleson the horizon. ### Embracing the Sun A vacation beganby embracing the sun.With arms open wide,I was on an adventureas I relaxed in crystal... - ['Chandelier Waltz' and other poems by Oormila Vijayakrishnan Prahlad](https://literaryyard.com/2020/02/27/chandelier-waltz-and-other-poems-by-oormila-vijayakrishnan-prahlad/): By: Oormila Vijayakrishnan Prahlad Chandelier Waltz The chandelier was sparedin the renovation spreeMarty who sold us the placeripped up wall and plankto clean lines, spartan spacebut for reasons known only to himleft this fixture untouched. a neighbour tells me stories... - [Unearthing the true treasure in Coelho’s ‘The Alchemist’](https://literaryyard.com/2020/02/27/unearthing-the-true-treasure-in-coelhos-the-alchemist/): By Onkar Sharma Santiago, a shepherd and the protagonist of Paulo Coelho’s ‘The Alchemist’, goes after a treasure but finds many as far as I understood the tale. I suddenly drew out the book from my library after many years... - ['The Eternal Reflection' and other poems by Anthony Rosa](https://literaryyard.com/2020/02/26/the-eternal-reflection-and-other-poems-by-anthony-rosa/): By: Anthony Rosa The Eternal Reflection I look into the mirrorand what do I see?A broken man,is staring at me. A meek old manwith a soft, wrinkled mind,a short skinny body,torn apart by time. Where is the boyI used to... - [Wall Street Twist](https://literaryyard.com/2020/02/20/wall-street-twist/): By: Bruce Levine The rain had lasted for three days and the streets looked more like a river than pavement. Walking his dog became more of an effort each time as the torrents of water washed against them and the... - [The Dilemma](https://literaryyard.com/2020/02/20/the-dilemma/): By Gaither Stewart                                            1. At thirty-six years I’m on record as the youngest Operations Director in the history of the international cultural organization where I’ve worked for the last nine years. Now as my best friends know, I’m not... - [CAA Protest - a poem](https://literaryyard.com/2020/02/20/caa-protest-a-poem/): By Chandra Shekhar Dubey Who are they?Shouting slogans, filling the airwith toxic slogans , lies in the streets?Knowing not , what they are protestingExhaling fangs of fire and distrust on the frozen roads to block the flow? Who are they?... - [The longing](https://literaryyard.com/2020/02/19/the-longing/): By: Paweł Markiewicz the enticing aspiration is sucha golden Apollonian sunshinemy muse-like tune of a bosomas the dainty cherubic dreamletor it is a tender ringthat shines atthe magnanimous chevalierand it is an embellishmentof the metaphysics the dazzling wishfulness is able... - [The Books](https://literaryyard.com/2020/02/19/the-books/): By: Sandeep Kumar Mishra Books are in restless wintry mood,Their voices seem urgent,What the books whisperwe prefer not to mention in social circlesYet they know more,Have been where we can’t goin the clothes we wear They are unsettled, we are... - [A poem is precisely what?](https://literaryyard.com/2020/02/18/a-poem-is-precisely-what/): By: James Aitchison A poem is a collection of wordsthat don’t belong anywhere else. But don’t let the writing show, they say.Hide the scaffold of structure. Break forms!Have I made an exciting mistake? Some words are scabs to be picked... - [Minor Gods](https://literaryyard.com/2020/02/14/minor-gods/): By Chris Keyser There was no time for basking in it.  Perks Cafe couldn’t endure Ken Stagman for long before oscillating into hysteria.  And he knew it.  They knew it too.  A single iphone camera’s shutter flash would dash the... - ['Epistle for the dead and Lost' and other poems by Joseph Hope](https://literaryyard.com/2020/02/14/epistle-for-the-dead-and-lost-and-other-poems-by-joseph-hope/): By: Joseph Hope Epistle for the dead and Lost 1How dead is dead?When fishing for the impossible, How much hope is enough? How things die?They begin from Genesis, From the swinging cradle 2The morale from the long walkThrough this unvegetated... - [A Stranger in the Alley](https://literaryyard.com/2020/02/14/a-stranger-in-the-alley/): By Sandra Ding During most daily commutes, one only sees strangers and doesn’t look closely. On an early evening in October, while the city dwelled in a soft, yellow haze, amid the bustle of the streets filled with the shuttling... - [The Warden Girls](https://literaryyard.com/2020/02/13/the-warden-girls/): By: E.R. LeVar An old bonnet of hers still rests on a hook on the wall, long blue ribbons trailing down to the floor. A well-worn shawl drapes over the back of the chair, holes in the knitting letting the... - [A Return from Vietnam](https://literaryyard.com/2020/02/13/a-return-from-vietnam/): By Kristen Henderson      Carlos discovered an open box of D-con rat poison under a pile of shoes in the back of his grandmother’s closet.  He’d been called home from ‘Nam after his grandmother was found dead, rigid, straight as... - [What](https://literaryyard.com/2020/02/13/what/): By: Alan Berger What stories to chooseWhich ones to tellThey choose youAnd tell you what to sellI’d rather be a year too earlyThen a second too lateRather not be out with someoneThat I just can’t takeRather stay home and masturbateAnd... - [Man 1, Man 2](https://literaryyard.com/2020/02/12/man-1-man-2/): By: Francine Witte “So, let’s review,” says Man 1 “Right,” says Man 2, “we kill her at noon.” They lean over the high lip of the bridge rail. Straight down to the blue of the stream. “Not kill,” says Man... - [When the Weatherman Dies](https://literaryyard.com/2020/02/12/when-the-weatherman-dies/): By: Francine Witte There is suddenly no weather. Rain dries up before it falls and wind is all puffed out. “It’s a show of respect,” the anchor man says, and his lovely co-host agrees. The sun is gone, too, leaving... - [Those letters](https://literaryyard.com/2020/02/12/those-letters/): By: Robin Long cling to the submitted words, disfigured,like the leather face of plaguewith spices shoved into a protruding beak herbs, to protect and stave off stenchpestilencenoxiousdisease—writing?it never felt like my disease, before only a dressing of another wound. Those... - [Sierra to the Extreme!](https://literaryyard.com/2020/02/12/sierra-to-the-extreme/): By: Zach Murphy Sierra liked to eat ice cream during blizzards. She’d make snow angels and draw funny faces on them. In the Spring, she liked to bask in the grass for hours and hours, as if the insects were... - ['Meeting Delhi' and other poems by Stephen Kingsnorth](https://literaryyard.com/2020/02/11/meeting-delhi-and-other-poems-by/): By: Stephen Kingsnorth Meeting Delhi We drop suddenly,overtaking the ox ploughingbeside the tarmac. Heat-hit,little mascara boyswrest the bags from usbefore, bewildered and affronted,we grab them back. We overload Ambassadors,unsuited cases and rucksacksbulging, over-flowingthe gaping jaws of convoy boots. Soon, undergraduating,... - [Behind the scenes of coffee estates from Brazil, India & Ecuador](https://literaryyard.com/2020/02/11/behind-the-scenes-of-coffee-estates-from-brazil-india-ecuador/): By: Miss Sasheera Mehrani Gounden Nearly four centuries ago, a Muslim traveller named Baba Budan brought back seven coffee seeds from Yemen to India. He planted these seeds near a mountain, commonly known today as “The Cradle of Indian Coffee.”... - ['Against The Tide' and one more poem by Lynn White](https://literaryyard.com/2020/02/11/against-the-tide-and-one-more-poem-by-lynn-white/): By: Lynn White Against The Tide Will we wait for the tide to turn.to carry us awaywave after wavegathering up the debriswhich surrounds ussucking it up like so much dustgetting rid of it all,everything goingwith the flowsinkingbeneath the waters.Everything.But not... - [Never afraid to be Limonov](https://literaryyard.com/2020/02/10/never-afraid-to-be-limonov/): By: Elena Mordovina The thing that surprises me in this pictureis the cat painting exactly my portrait(you need to put your glasses on to see) –The one you shot then, ten years ago, on the balcony.Don’t worry, I’m quite happy... - [Witch Hunt](https://literaryyard.com/2020/02/10/witch-hunt/): By: Ken W. Simpson To understand why so much money was wasted – and so much time spent investigating nothing  – we have to go back to the Obama administration – when both Obama and Hillary Clinton were using private... - [Satanic](https://literaryyard.com/2020/02/10/satanic/): By: Ken W. Simpson Demons are founddining greedilyabove groundon ghoulish soupfresh flesh fingerssanctimonious syrupboiled bigotfresh flesh fingerspedophile pigstuffed hypocrisywith promiscuityas the devil’sdessert.with I scream. - [Hope](https://literaryyard.com/2020/02/08/hope/): By: Annapurani Vaidyanathan Hope likes to slither away into the shadows. It loves to sleep beneath greying clouds until a ray of sunshine knocks its socks off and floods the sky with rainbows. It needs you to dot the i’s... - [A Poem Written on a Hill](https://literaryyard.com/2020/02/08/a-poem-written-on-a-hill/): By: Andrew Campbell The following was written as I stood on a hidden hill off the Natchez Trace Parkway, about four miles into an overgrown trail. It remains, and will always remain, as it was when I scribbled it on... - [The Sawmill](https://literaryyard.com/2020/02/04/the-sawmill/): By: Ed Nichols I still remember the last words my mother said to me.  “Horace, get out of the rain!  Get your butt up on this porch and…” she grabbed her throat, let out a low groan, and just dropped... - [Weird of the dreams](https://literaryyard.com/2020/02/04/weird-of-the-dreams/): By: Paweł Markiewicz there are finitely October-idesmeek shooting stars – the friends of nighttimehave fallen aforethe visit of themorning star – the boon VenusI was able to feel theireyesome miraculous silencea dreamier eviternitybelongs to meI can think of its waking... - [Oyo](https://literaryyard.com/2020/02/04/oyo/): By: Samuel Ekanem As Mushood stood up under a cashew tree, where he’s been squatting for the past thirty minutes, a snag from the tree poked into his hair. Before then he’d held up his brown chinous trousers, toddled a... - ['Fret' and other poems by Elinor Clark](https://literaryyard.com/2020/02/03/fret-and-other-poems-by-elinor-clark/): By: Elinor Clark Fret A strange misfitted longing I neatly fold awaypairing memories as socks beforeI place them, tidy, in the drawer. You fret too much, you always saidlike the seasoggy brume cleaving blue.Think too hard and of coursethings look... - ['The Supreme Awakening' - a review by William T. Hathaway](https://literaryyard.com/2020/02/03/the-supreme-awakening-a-review-by-william-t-hathaway/): Reviewed by William T. Hathaway The Supreme Awakening: Experiences of Enlightenment Throughout Time — And How You Can Cultivate Them is the ultimate guide to higher states of consciousness. This latest book from Craig Pearson presents inspiring experiences from mystics... - ['Alfred Wallis' and other poems by Bill Arnott](https://literaryyard.com/2020/02/03/alfred-wallis-and-other-poems-by-bill-arnott/): By Bill Arnott Alfred Wallis I drop to a knee, graveside. Behind me blue-green water thrashes unseen reefwith granite stacks and blackened blocks of basaltsending streamers strafing skywardtowering ivory ribbons splashing frothy whitereversing ocean-liner celebration out to sea The grave... - ['The Repair Shop' and other poems by Stephen Kingsnorth](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/27/the-repair-shop-and-other-poems-by-stephen-kingsnorth/): By: Stephen Kingsnorth The Repair Shop Reframe the past to present view,redeem the thread, death-broken skein,returning swans, the flock in flight,generations through nation’s life;some stranger kindness, rescued hope,surprised by grace, not just deserts,an image, how it was with love –or... - [His ocean of tranquility](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/27/his-ocean-of-tranquility/): By: Rohit Gupta It was his solitude, his ocean of tranquility;as if he wanted to get drowned in it everyday;fighting with the demons inside, and never letting go of them;became a constant companion like the eternal bond they shared;holding the... - ['Night and Vice' and other poems by Karoline Wimmer](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/19/night-and-vice-and-other-poems-by-karoline-wimmer/): By: Karoline Wimmer Night and Vice When night breaksto all Christian viceslet me dance under the moonlightand feel the shame wash into me.As I scatter myself through pocketsof grass, in slums of ice inthe belly of the beast. The joyful... - [Decoding Mathew Arnold's statement 'Poetry is the criticism of life”](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/19/decoding-mathew-arnolds-statement-poetry-is-the-criticism-of-life/): By: Abdullah Usama Matthew Arnold, famous English poet and critic, had a peculiar perception that only the art of  poetry has the worthiness to sustain a culture or civilization through its beauty and truth as he asserts, ‘Poetry is the... - [A look in the rain](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/19/a-look-in-the-rain/): By: Martin Groff             All of this wouldn’t have been so bad if Margaret hadn’t just found out about her father. Ten years he had cheated on her mother. Ten years their family had been nothing but a lie.            ... - [Maria’s Birthday](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/19/marias-birthday/): By: Toney Dimos Georgina dropped him off at his place in the evening.  “There must be a party going on across the street,” she said, noticing all of the cars in front of Maria’s house  “Want to crash it?”            ... - [Eileen's Coat](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/19/eileens-coat/): By: Ruth Z Deming How delighted I was to learn that Eileen was moving in with her grown son after living with her husband Bill in Florida. Bill had died a lingering death of emphysema. When they had visited here... - [Leonardo’s Unfinished Magnum Opus: Mona Lisa](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/19/leonardos-unfinished-magnum-opus-mona-lisa/): By: Ram Govardhan It’s inconceivable that Mona Lisa is Leonardo’s unfinished magnum opus, even after he took fourteen years to refine the elusive, enigmatic half smile. Yet, discontented with the outcome, he sought to improve upon it, even on his... - ['She' and 'Assumptions'](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/19/she-and-assumptions/): By: Shyama Laxman She She goes around the officeAsking if we have any foodA banana or even a can of tunaFor her ten-year oldWho is on the cusp of a tantrumFuelled by hunger She looks sleep deprivedThough her hair is... - [Microwave Blues](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/18/microwave-blues/): By Doug M. Dawson             Percy Rainbow felt he’d seen a lot in his nearly seventy years, though he really hadn’t. He started life in the deep south, migrated up to Baltimore to work in its factories in the late... - ['to know the place' and other poems by RC deWinter](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/18/to-know-the-place-and-other-poems-by-rc-dewinter/): By: RC deWinter to know the place i can be sittingstill as a stonesilentthinking nothing in particular suddenly your shadowslips inside my mindmy flesh moistens and meltsinto a landscape of desire you wandermy hills and valleysevery so oftenbending to drop... - [Confession of the poetical firefly to muse-butterfly of poesy](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/18/confession-of-the-poetical-firefly-to-muse-butterfly-of-poesy/): By: Pawel Markiewicz You must excuse me. You dear dreamer!I have overly felt my dreamery about Golden Fleece.I built my small paradise without any other ontological beings.I based the dreamiest sempiternity on tenderness of my wings.Thus. I painted my wings... - ['A Tenant in the City of Rainbows' and one more by Mamta Dorbi](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/18/a-tenant-in-the-city-of-rainbows-and-one-more-by-mamta-dorbi/): By: Mamta Dorbi A Tenant in the City of Rainbows I came, a tenant,In this city of rainbows,The sun rises here,At a circadian rhythm,With sumptuous shades unknown,At times glossy or aureate,At others prismatic or lucent,The flowers fragrant,With tints abundant. Grown... - [Once Upon a Time in Hollywood](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/18/once-upon-a-time-in-hollywood/): By: Bill Kamen It was a warm summer night in LA, August ’69,A single night of infamy and psychic darkness for mankind.Sharon Tate was close to fulfilling her empty outcries,when the night burned its cloak in the sunrise. Earlier before... - [Formal Request](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/16/formal-request/): By: Allison Futterman You come to my dorm room holding your pants in your right hand. In your left is an iron, and a jacket is crisply folded and draped over your arm. I realize this is your ROTC dress... - ['Angels and Devils' and other poems by Roger G. Singer](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/16/angels-and-devils-and-other-poems-by-roger-g-singer/): By: Roger G. Singer ANGELS AND DEVILS words and languagesfell to the groundlike autumn leaves we step around,staring downat what makes upour sentencesand thoughtsand thatof others,comparing,learning whatto avoid, or acceptas ownershippoints to thegood and bad,the hidden invisible,sheltered withinnow scattered forall... - [Returns of the Day](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/16/returns-of-the-day/): By: K. A. Williams I work in returns at abig department store.The hours are longbut it’s never a bore. “I’d like a refund,”said the man with a bag.I pulled out the itemand scanned its tag. The computer searchedbut there was... - [Lori in Love](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/16/lori-in-love/): By: Ruth Z Deming She’d kept his photo at the bottom of her jewelry box, under her stunning wedding ring that bastard Stewart had given back, after the four children were grown. She took back her maiden name, Goodland, had... - ['Rose' and other poems by](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/10/rose-and-other-poems-by/): By: Renea Di Bella ROSE There is a rose-colored light that lives in my body. It’s source set deep inside my pelvis,at the core of,the fruit of,the universe within me. When I think about this light, my mouth fills with... - ['Dear diary' and other poems by Ananya Sahoo](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/10/dear-diary-and-other-poems-by-ananya-sahoo/): By: Ananya Sahoo Dear diaryDear diary,Today, for the first time, it’s not about me – it’s about you.I was seven years old when you were placed in my arms, wrapped in bright green paper and a little bow on top.The... - [Possibly to Probably Dan](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/10/possibly-to-probably-dan/): By: Todd Mercer 1. “I’m telling you James, that poor woman over there endured the whole winter by herself. The worst one since ’78, and her man left her to it. At least since November, I saw her packing those... - [Dauntless](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/10/dauntless/): By: Jim Woessner After Junk ’n Haul emptied the house, Bryan took a last walk through before the demolition crew arrived. It was the first time he’d been inside since the funeral. He assumed there was nothing of value left,... - [The Full Irish](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/10/the-full-irish/): By: Elaine Lennon Waah. Waah. Waah. The klaxon sounded and through the layer of the protective headphones clamped like cotton reels either side of his hard hat, Harwood could hear the insistent scream and thrum of machinery as the moving... - [Interview of the author of 'The Grammar of Untold Stories'](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/10/interview-of-the-author-of-the-grammar-of-untold-stories/): By: Carol Smallwood Lois Ruskai Melina, authorPaper back: 182 pages; $16.95: Kindle $5.99ISBN-13: 978-1951651411Publisher:  Shanti Arts LLC (September, 2020)http://www.shantiarts.co/uploads/files/mno/MELINA_GRAMMAR.html A reviewer, Rene Denfeld, longlisted for an Andrew Carnegie Medal for Excellence in Fiction, observes about The Grammar of Untold Stories: “Each essay... - [Limerick Day](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/10/limerick-day/): By: James Bates Growing up it never failed, and this year was no exception, the first day of school was always embarrassing. By that I’m referring to class introductions, where the teacher went around and had us introduce ourselves and... - [Poems: 'Loners' and 'Guise'](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/02/poems-loners-and-guise/): By: Aruna Subramanian Loners… All that leftto be on its owndo not suffer.Unlike creepersthat need supportto spread & stand,deep-rooted,tall standingloner trees,actuallyarent in agony… ### Guise… In moments ofunbeknownst outlawsshedding the shackles,we pick upour magnifiersto pass judgments.In such momentswe also don’tforget... - [Mississippi Queen](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/02/mississippi-queen/): By Mark Herder 1. While retrieving the package in his brother’s garage, Tom Doughtery came across a calendar from 1992 – “Freebirds”– and gazed upon Cheri, who would have been eighteen at the time, topless, straddling a 1935 Indian Chief... - [Annie's story](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/02/annies-story/): By: The Birch twins I sit at the side of Michael on the sofa and hand him the manuscript. “It’s done,” I say, “but I’m a little nervous.” “Relax Danny,” he says kissing me softly on the cheek, “you’re an... - [Childhood’s End](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/02/childhoods-end/): By Eddie D. Moore             After stuffing his mask into his candy bag, Mitch unchained his bicycle from the lamp post and headed for home. Younger children were still running from house to house unescorted, and the youngest ones walked... - [The Wood Story](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/02/the-wood-story/): By: Richard Stickann The heartwood. Intense black. Enigmatic. Symbol of power of the ancient kings. Fruit of the gods. Antidote to evil for the ancients. Exotic. Beautiful. The wood rubbed smooth against his fingers. It was a dense, richly textured... - [Blueprint](https://literaryyard.com/2020/11/25/blueprint/): By: Roopam Mishra Create hegemonic circles,To feed them against one-anotherProhibit mingling among thoseWho belong to different groups.Be a propagandist,Move in pomp, and show,Be verbose,Shun all opposing voices.When a fairly good number alludesGodly qualities to you,Consider it half a triumph.Instill fearOf... - [That Thing You Lectured Me About](https://literaryyard.com/2020/11/25/that-thing-you-lectured-me-about/): By: Amber Soha I remember this lecture my dad gave me when I was a kid before I really understood what alcohol was. He told me never to get into a vehicle with someone who had been drinking.  “You’re going... - ['Graying light of morning' and other poems by JCK Hnry](https://literaryyard.com/2020/11/25/graying-light-of-morning-and-other-poems-by-jck-hnry/): By: JCK Hnry graying light of morning in the graying light of morningi stand before the riseof a day built on hope and possibility. cold seeps through crumblingseals between window paneand wood. he pats the bed,whispers, come back to me.... - [The Earth's Balm](https://literaryyard.com/2020/11/25/the-earths-balm/): By Autumn Sun The birthed, grew into epitaphs of demise. It’s growing pain, the elongation of anguish, hinged on joints connected to the bones of spuriousness. The crimes against brother and sister, shape the desolate unfertile ground, no longer harvesting... - [Death by Fire or Ice](https://literaryyard.com/2020/11/11/death-by-fire-or-ice/): By: Lyndsay Stanley All of her benefactors were dead.  Even Robert.  Her Robert.  She could close her eyes and still feel his gentle touches and the warmth of his tender lips lovingly hovering over her own.  He was the reason... - [Risen](https://literaryyard.com/2020/11/11/risen/): By: Cat Sole One: Shoebox             This was stupid, he thought as he dug. The dog was dead. Definitely dead.             The stupid yappy thing. Glenda loved it, doted on it, insisted it came everywhere with them.But John drew the... - [Poems: 'Numb' n 'Record'](https://literaryyard.com/2020/11/10/poems-numb-n-record/): By Amrita Sharma Numb When the human touch had lost its feel,To a perpetual cold that embraced within,In a morbid dusk with a timeless trail,A residue rests on a shining slate. The burning frames had left no marks,The scattered hues... - [The Green Guide](https://literaryyard.com/2020/11/10/the-green-guide/): By: Sara Mahmood Ushered into a pathBy crushing crispy grassI witnessed an invitationFrom the wilderness The hanging creepers waving with windGesturing like fingers of a maidenI accepted and went onFor it was a provoking call It felt like a gripIn... - [Submitting Poetry Without Muse Endangerment](https://literaryyard.com/2020/11/10/submitting-poetry-without-muse-endangerment/): By: Edward Ahern Poets, more than fiction writers, are victims of the idiosyncratic tastes of readers and editors. Each journal nurtures its peculiar vision and spurns work that isn’t kosher. This leads to a lemming-march death rate for the publications,... - [Clear Vision](https://literaryyard.com/2020/11/03/clear-vision/): By: Mary Marca “Ha, ha, ha! Whoooeee! That’s really funny!” The sound of Dick’s laughter reached to all corners of the bar as his eyes darted about, checking the reactions of his co-workers. He reached for the beer pitcher and... - ['A Spirit Stirs' and other poems by Okeypoet](https://literaryyard.com/2020/10/27/a-spirit-stirs-and-other-poems-by-okeypoet/): By: Okeypoet A Spirit Stirs A song,a stir from within,i am moved;Something touches me,i know I’m alive,i feel life;So much happiness,so much sorrow,the soaring eagle,the simple sparrow;I am lost,i am found;Life, is so profound. ### He’s Back The muse is... - [The Girl from Newton Holler](https://literaryyard.com/2020/10/27/the-girl-from-newton-holler/): By: J. Ross Archer May Jean Hancock was born to a mountain woman and a West Virginia coal miner. Her father was killed in a mining accident when May was a baby, leaving May and her mother without a source... - [The Seaside Resort Town](https://literaryyard.com/2020/10/22/the-seaside-resort-town/): By Mary DeWllde The seaside resort town had a feel about it that is molded by salt air and the sound of sea gulls conversing.  Souvenir shops crowded with tacky sailor statues and glittered seashells you wouldn’t think to buy any... - [The Magic Wishing Well](https://literaryyard.com/2020/10/22/the-magic-wishing-well/): By: Lynn Dowless Once upon a time in the valley of Blessed Nellby mountain side overhang, there stood a water well.I was young,there was so much to see,so sit down and listen to this story one must hear to believe.... - [REVIEW: Joanna Lilley's 'Endlings'](https://literaryyard.com/2020/10/22/review-joanna-lilleys-endlings/): By: Josh Brown A beautiful, moving examination of our destructive cruelty The pleasure of Portsmouth Poetry is that we get to meet, to know and to work with talented writers and artists to play a small part in their development... - [Review: Jericho Brown's ‘The Tradition’](https://literaryyard.com/2020/10/21/review-jericho-browns-the-tradition/): By: Josh Brown Jericho Brown is the most exciting poet in the USA today.  On May 4th this year he was awarded the 2020 Pulitzer Prize for Poetry for his latest collection ‘The Tradition’ which Pulitzer described as “A collection... - [Arc de Triomphe](https://literaryyard.com/2020/10/20/arc-de-triomphe/): By: Thomas Sanfilip Robert waited anxiously for his sister Alissa to embark from the plane. His pale, strained features lit up instantly when he saw her as they made their way out of the airport into the southern Californian sunlight,... - ['Atomic Bomb, Rising Sea' and other poems by James P. Goss](https://literaryyard.com/2020/10/19/atomic-bomb-rising-sea-and-other-poems-by-james-p-goss/): By: James P. Goss Atomic Bomb, Rising Sea Rejoice in the timeof your betrayal.Let it bring youto tears,the soft lightetching your facewith mercy. Doing battle,your energy declinesalong with the earnest convictionsso fondly embraced in your youth. ### Paperscrapers I walk... - [The Mark](https://literaryyard.com/2020/10/19/the-mark/): By: Jack Bristow            Jimmy “Wheels” O’Flanagan was a beast of a man. He weighed only 150 pounds; he wore a scally cap. He rolled everywhere. He could have taken the subway, he could have taken the taxi, but he liked to roll. He had the rolling down to an... - ['Catalysts' and other poems by Anjana Sanyal](https://literaryyard.com/2020/10/16/catalysts-and-other-poems-by-anjana-sanyal/): By: Anjana Sanyal CATALYSTSWe used to count the starsOn the lining of my dark hairI counted the frecklesOn your back when I was on top of youWe look for love under the eyes where it stayedWhenever it glimmered in our... - [The Accidental Undertaker](https://literaryyard.com/2020/10/16/the-accidental-undertaker/): By: Ram Govardhan Hey handsome gravedigger,at this spine-tingling witching hour,you’re digging an oblong ditch,for the frail, blood-soaked bodyof the sweet, rose-cheeked girlkilled by her dashing husband,who says he is a master mariner,back from the Andaman sea,after months, on a long... - [As Above, So Below](https://literaryyard.com/2020/10/15/as-above-so-below/): By LA Robbins Thanks for everything. It was fun. Stay in touch. Waiting patiently at the train station. All good.             A tiny snort of air escaped her nostrils as Sara read the text. His message said it all. Except... - ['Chimney Souls' and other poems by Stephen McGhee](https://literaryyard.com/2020/10/15/chimney-souls-and-other-poems-by-stephen-mcghee/): By: Stephen McGhee Chimney Souls Porter spit sizzles upon the coalsI half engaged through inward eyeSoon released as chimney soulsTo dance with like in Dublin sky. To stoke this world a poker turnsAn ambers life to reigniteHypnotised by burning thoughtsI... - [My hijab, myself](https://literaryyard.com/2020/10/14/my-hijab-myself/): By Debra J. White The hijab (also known as a headscarf) came one by one after I said the Shahada, or conversion of faith to Islam in March 2015. Print hijabs, cotton hijabs, silky smooth hijabs and several I bought... - [The Jewess & the Paperhanger](https://literaryyard.com/2020/10/14/the-jewess-the-paperhanger/): By: Chris Calcara We recognize moments when we know that something awful is about to happen, and nevertheless hope a miracle will intervene. There follows a paralyzing pause and then, the inescapable wallop. CRASH! We met the day my El... - ['White Night' and other poems by Mickey J. Corrigan](https://literaryyard.com/2020/10/12/white-night-and-other-poems-by-mickey-j-corrigan/): By: Mickey J. Corrigan White Night So I drive the van to the interstateand pull over by an overpasstake the M16from the back,stick a flag in the barrel. Yeah, it’s loaded. I’m loadedand my eyes are on fire. Sun’s roaring... - ['Players' and 'Happy Endings' by Lynn White](https://literaryyard.com/2020/10/12/players-and-happy-endings-by-lynn-white/): By: Lynn White Players The orchestra are tuned upready in their uniformblack costumesdressed so asnot to distractfrom the musicor the on stage dramadressed for invisibility. And those on stage are dressedfor the parts they’re playing,dressed for performancedressed to be noticeddressed... - [Lotus](https://literaryyard.com/2020/10/12/lotus/): By: Christopher Johnson We’re walking through the Cook County Forest Preserves,The Palos Preserves,Which sprawl southwest of Chicago,Like a beastly wilderness of hidden flora and fauna.The path humps up and down like the tail of a dragon—A trail benighted and spooked,... - [Endless Journey](https://literaryyard.com/2020/10/11/endless-journey/): by: Mohammad Jashim Uddin This morning somehow I felt lonely as I could not pay my concentration anywhere else. Then I was listening to Rabi Tagore’s ‘If no one comes to hear your call, then go alone./ Let’s go alone,... - [Democracy: a new definition of love](https://literaryyard.com/2020/10/11/democracy-a-new-definition-of-love/): By: Edwin Olu Bestman verily I say unto you/love should be a democracy/of the people/ by the people/ & for the people these are truths/stolen from the lips of a broken pavement/its smile trapped in cobwebs I am writing for... - ['Little Eden' and other poems by Frank William Finney](https://literaryyard.com/2020/10/10/little-eden-and-other-poems-by-frank-william-finney/): By: Frank William Finney  Little Eden Our little oasis betweencondos and traffic sheltering shades ofgreen and grey. You’re under the creepersscanning the skyline. I’m in the doghousehowling as usual. We’ll keep our distanceWe’ll keep our vows till either one of... - [The Aliens](https://literaryyard.com/2020/10/10/the-aliens/): By: Harman Burgess George was crouched in the bushes, staring at the backpack lying on the path in front of him. Not so much at the unconscious girl next to it—he wasn’t hungry enough to try his hand at cannibalism—but... - [Echoes of Homo Erectus](https://literaryyard.com/2020/10/10/echoes-of-homo-erectus/): By: Allan Lake My adult children live far away.Their mother remarried. Dead relsring bells while those living send annualBD greetings on F-book that I don’t Like.Bravo. Bingo. Bangshangalingo.Would not change a thingo, Ringo.Old hometown may look the samebut I never... - [Finding My Father](https://literaryyard.com/2020/10/10/finding-my-father/): By: Francine Rodriguez He didn’t come around that often.  By the time I was old enough to figure that out I realized it was always around the time my mother got her welfare check, the first and the fifteenth of... - [All the Bones in the Air](https://literaryyard.com/2020/10/10/all-the-bones-in-the-air/): By: T.R. Healy      Lowell Barker paused in front of the door of his apartment for a minute, carefully adjusting the pale blue surgical mask across his mouth, then opened the door and started down the steps.  He moved cautiously,... - [Strange Times](https://literaryyard.com/2020/10/09/strange-times/): By: Michael Casey If you’d asked me last year how I thought 2020 would play out my answer would have been way off the mark. Other than the pandemic, one thing I wouldn’t have anticipated was my trip to India.... - [Reborn](https://literaryyard.com/2020/10/09/reborn/): By: Donald Njoaguani Mama was dead, but it always felt as though she was right there, all the time, watching me, scolding me, and only I could see her. I never had a direct picture of her but I could... - [The First Husband](https://literaryyard.com/2020/10/09/the-first-husband/): By: Alice Elman           Walking in the city I run in to Letty T. Actually, she doesn’t see me. I stop at the light and spy her from a safe distance on 16th Street.   She is alone, heading towards Union... - [A Man of the World](https://literaryyard.com/2020/10/08/a-man-of-the-world/): By Clark Zlotchew Fifteen-year-old Randy Remington III could not have foreseen the heartbreak followed by joy that would accrue to him because of the flamboyant Ms. Josephine M. Burke.  It all started with her fateful intrusion into the meeting room... - [Missed Pieces](https://literaryyard.com/2020/10/08/missed-pieces/): By: Yash Seyedbagheri At nightfall, my mother’s bathed in pale blue, tangerine, and pink clouds. Her words are confident, replete with nicknames and jokes. Her gait soothes, a clickety-clack of heels. But at midnight, the crack of the fridge and... - [Eulogy](https://literaryyard.com/2020/10/08/eulogy/): By: Alan Swyer Flying to Connecticut to attend his father-in-law’s funeral, Artie Shore found himself in a quandary.  Expected to join his wife, her siblings, and their spouses in saying a few words at the gathering, he was hard-pressed to... - [Detective Mom](https://literaryyard.com/2020/10/08/detective-mom/): By: Alan Swyer On a Tuesday evening in March, after getting cold feet three days in a row, Darlene Cook finally made an announcement to her family while serving dinner. “As you all know,” she told her husband and two... - ['Nocturnal Contemplation' and other poems by Clark Zlotchew](https://literaryyard.com/2020/10/08/nocturnal-contemplation-and-other-poems-by-clark-zlotchew/): By Clark Zlotchew NOCTURNAL CONTEMPLATION Night. The smallest hour. I reach my ship and pause,before climbing the gangwayto the shadow-shrouded quarterdeck,the murky maw of the beast,before ensconcing my weary selfin the bowels of the behemoth. I inhale deeply.The fresh salt... - [Medicine-man](https://literaryyard.com/2020/10/07/medicine-man/): By: Dah       They were driving Highway 1, heading south through San Diego. Figured they’d be crossing the border in thirty-minutes. It was late September, and the weather was hot. Luke was at the wheel and Abby rode shotgun. They... - [A Fall on the Path](https://literaryyard.com/2020/10/07/a-fall-on-the-path/): By: Ruth Ticktin  Just like every morning, Trish woke up before sunrise and walked down to the bay. That was her promise to herself, and to her family, to keep her sanity. But today it was getting cold and the... - ['Bro’ Moment' and other poems by GTimothy Gordon](https://literaryyard.com/2020/10/02/bro-moment-and-other-poems-by-gtimothy-gordon/): By: GTimothy Gordon Bro’ Moment Outlier nesters filling up- and -out spring greens,chitalpa, spruce, willow curated street transplants,white-wing petite doves, thrashers, whiptails,each flat as a paten, tiny, tight clutch, solo-livingin deep time, sheathed-in-place, tasked by instinctto be watchful, patient, in... - ['War word' and other poems by Januário Esteves](https://literaryyard.com/2020/10/02/war-word-and-other-poems-by-januario-esteves/): By: Januário Esteves War word To the glorious dead in battleby the ego of the generalsrest in excrementof rotten bodies allthe silenced human vaingloryby concomitant ignorancethat goes beyond common sensethat should be the hallmarkof the human, of the superhumanthat forks... - [Record](https://literaryyard.com/2020/10/02/record/): By: Amrita Sharma A ‘screen’ may serve as a perfect sort,That may turn to a ‘simile’ by a poet’s craft,A greater may turn it to ‘metaphor’ still,And a superior to a ‘symbol’ that holds a thought,It may still form a... - ['Words on Paper' and other poems by Stanley Lovell](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/30/words-on-paper-and-other-poems-by-stanley-lovell/): By: Stanley Lovell WORDS ON PAPER Soft grinding sound of cheap plastic ballpoint pendragging through white pulp striated blue. Pen shuffles forward inky snail slimeletters stretch into pained words classic bread and butter only descriptionslack calories. Starting the day I... - [Paris of the East](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/29/paris-of-the-east/): By: Ram Govardhan Oh! My Dear Beirut,my heartfelt commiserations. The last time we met,about five summers ago,it was at the very seaportthat is in shambles now.Even the majestic naval base,has endured a generous jolt. I love your iron heart, dear.Yeah,... - [Scream and Shout](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/29/scream-and-shout/): By Eric P. Koch I scream and shout as I storm into battleThrough mud and field I run.Firing at the unseen “enemy”But enemy, no, that can’t possibly beFor they are all my brothers. I scream and shout as I storm... - [The Manuscript](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/29/the-manuscript/): By: Jack Bristow      The large van lurched up the snow-capped mountains, higher and higher, farther and farther away from civilization. Scotty Kline, forty-four, scruffy faced, was behind the wheel navigating the many twists, turns and straddling the black ice,... - ['Two Women –Separated in Space and Time' and 'The Sunflower'](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/28/two-women-separated-in-space-and-time-and-the-sunflower/): By: Supatra Sen Two Women –Separated in Space and Time She would read the newspaperIn the quiet afternoonsAfter the entire household of twenty threeWould be fed and attendedMarried at nine and mother at sixteenSchooled by experience, taught by lifeEnsuring that... - [Night-dreaming](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/28/night-dreaming/): By: Paweł Markiewicz I have dreamed during the whole night. A dreamy Erlking has come to me with his wizardry of muses. I opened my dear soul for his fulfillment as well as for the dreamery full of moonlit night.... - [Reading Emily Wilson’s Trash-Talking Odyssey in the Time of Covid](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/25/reading-emily-wilsons-trash-talking-odyssey-in-the-time-of-covid/): By Rex Bowman It’s early summer and I’m sitting on the couch, hurriedly flipping through the sports channels with an air of desperation, as if the pin has just fallen out of the grenade and I need to find it... - ['sky interrupted' and other poems by Emalisa Rose](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/25/sky-interrupted-and-other-poems-by-emalisa-rose/): By: Emalisa Rose sky interrupted you were lightningi was the skyinterrupted moments beforewe made rain. ### double shot Joe gives me a good pourthe goose with a lemon twistfive big blooming olives he loves how i flirt withhis parrot eyes..a... - ['Beyond the abyss' and other poems by Fabrice Poussin](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/25/beyond-the-abyss-and-other-poems-by-fabrice-poussin/): By: Fabrice Poussin Beyond the abyss It is a leap of faith above infinite spaceDarkness below to another dangerLooking up to the azure of a peaceful realmWhat lies beyond a dreamed yet feared. From a desert land burning with numbing... - [Review: Harshali Singh's 'The Anatomy of Choice' carries a fascinating plot](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/24/review-harshali-singhs-the-anatomy-of-choice-carries-a-fascinating-plot/): By Divya Dubey The Anatomy of Choice by Harshali Singh is the story of Bhavya Sharma, the second offspring of the Sharma family that inhabits a large historical haveli near Chandni Chowk in Delhi, with its mysterious mausoleum. This is... - ['Passing Phase' and other poems by Stephen Kingsnorth](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/24/passing-phase-and-other-poems-by-stephen-kingsnorth/): By Stephen Kingsnorth Passing Phase They built, to fill, sarcophagi,but groundsmen dug soiled body holesfor reasons cutting maintenance,when time to face the passing phase;obsolete in necropolisso shelter found in holy place,then ossuary for later bonesto save some space, babushka dolls.... - [Waiting for the Asters](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/23/waiting-for-the-asters/): By: T R Bates All summer long I’ve been waitingFor the asters to bloom again.I don’t know exactly why,Maybe because they areThe last field flowers of the year,The last flowers Barbara and I saw togetherAlong with all the visiting bees... - ['Boasting Bees' n 'Strangers' by Wole Oyeboade](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/23/boasting-bees-n-strangers-by-wole-oyeboade/): By: Wole Oyeboade Boasting Bees You sting us at worshipAnd scatter us in lordshipYou fly away into hideoutReactions , regrets, reigned for daysYou insurgent beesHums hums hums Boasting bees, the more the painThe much the gainYou sting banks and parksYou... - ['Mother Nature' and other poems by Kenya Jimenez](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/23/mother-nature-and-other-poems-by-kenya-jimenez/): By: Kenya Jimenez Mother Nature My eyes love watching the lavish pink sunsets withpatches of purple, but I truly fall in love at nightgazing at the bright stars and crescent white moon.I listen to the sound of the ocean waves... - ['A Straight Street' and other poems by Pijush Kanti Deb](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/23/a-straight-street-and-other-poems-by-pijush-kanti-deb/): By: Pijush Kanti Deb  A Straight Street Action and reactionblowwhispering and counter whispering,blastshouting and retaliated shoutingandgive birth to a universal realisationof the value of life and timetillthe construction of a Straight Street,polishedby the sweetness of eloquenceandhardenedby the goodness ofgifts, rewards... - [Lethargy & Weight](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/22/lethargy-weight/): By: Connor Orrico Language languishes like the ballet dancerin penché as lights turn off on stage;I have exhausted its nourishment and am leftwith the bitterness of bromide in my mouth. - [The Corpse on my Street](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/22/the-corpse-on-my-street/): By: Olabisi Bello “And the opposite of life is not death, it’s indifference.”— Elie Wiesel Beyond the windows of my school busempty eyes call out to meluring me in with their overbearing gaze.The raging sun boils the skinpeeling onto the... - [Heather](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/21/heather/): By: Bruce Levine Heather fastened the collar tighter around her neck. It was almost spring, but there was still a chill in the air. She wondered when spring would actually arrive; she was tired of winter, even if the air... - ['Revisitations' and other poems by Ted Mc Carthy](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/21/revisitations-and-other-poems-by-ted-mc-carthy/): By: Ted Mc Carthy REVISITATIONS Tremor cordis. Remember how it wasat about twentytrying to decipher Latin tagsin the winter garden but nothing connecting,language resolute in keeping out;the soil too, locked and blank, leaves swept or ribboned,verges black and razored; everything... - [Beach Memories](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/21/beach-memories/): By: James Bates The memories were flooding my mind,Waves crashing on the beach,Windswept sand blowing,The last light of day receding,Gulls calling along the shore,And Dad with his speed graphic camera,Taking photographs.I was barely aware of him.Instead, I looked out to... - [Tall Tales](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/21/tall-tales/): By Drew Alexander Ross             “Tommy threw Dad’s wallet on the roof.”             These words revealed to my parents they had a liar-liar pants-on-fire rascal for a kid.             This happened during a family vacation when I was seven years... - [Black Hole](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/20/black-hole/): By: Ria Banerjee The nucleus is unstable-each atom of my being breaks away,breaks apart, micron by micron-till it collapses.Memories travel light years-to steal a kiss,to touch, to feel-to wither away in thattouch and feel.We are separated by forceful erasures in... - [Favoritism towards outsiders or the culture of misery](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/11/favoritism-towards-outsiders-or-the-culture-of-misery/): By Colin James According to this mapthe library has a back entrance.Sex is alright but afterwardsI’ll need to be alone for a few daysso we better use the main entrance.You can never be sure what to expect.I”m thinking about moviesthat... - ['Good Question' and other poems by Gale Acuff](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/11/good-question-and-other-poems-by-gale-acuff/): By: Gale Acuff Good Question I’ll be dead one day and done with all thislife that gets in my way so that I can’tlive and I guess that you kill death off by dying, that’s kind of funny, ironic’swhat a... - [Sing to me Achilles’ Rage: A Moderately Amusing Dialogue Conducted by a Trained Snarkographer](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/11/sing-to-me-achilles-rage-a-moderately-amusing-dialogue-conducted-by-a-trained-snarkographer/): By: Atticus Ellis I met an old friend for drinks one afternoon, ostensibly to ‘catch up’ on the relevant goings-on of our respective lives since our last encounter (the hiatus had been considerable, about a year), but more immediately to... - [Brushing Hair](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/11/brushing-hair/): By: Michal Reiben A young Finnish woman wakes us up in the morning and supervises over us as we get dressed; she swiftly endeavors to tie my tangly hair back in a band but doesn’t succeed. “I don’t have time... - [All The Things You Are](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/09/all-the-things-you-are/): By: Yash Seyedbagheri oh, country road, you carve outstreams sparkling, whispering a hushedjourney along hillsides, up and downwater glimmering in the sunlightand even in gray shadowswhile the toilet paper disappearsinto selfishness, you whisper your whooshing hush while the elderly and... - ['Of parrots and friends' and other poems by Vern Fein](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/09/of-parrots-and-friends-and-other-poems-by-vern-fein/): By: Vern Fein OF PARROTS AND FRIENDS After my wife’s weekly visit with her friendwho has early Altzeihmer’s, she sheds quiet tears,I listen to her speak of creeping dissolution. On our honeymoon, I got to know who I wed,watched her... - [Palghar Lynching](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/07/palghar-lynching/): By Chandra Shekhar Dubey They came to uscharged us of felonyhounded and handed overto a mob with arms, sticks and spears.They kicked us beating with sticksBlood oozed from our bodymixing red with the saffronour cries got lost in their orgyof... - [Make it](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/07/make-it/): By: Alan Berger Here are some wordsThat I wrote one dayWhen it allWent the wrong wayAnd the world that I rent inLeft me speechlessNothing to say Make it all go awayOr have it swing with my sway Here is a... - [Barry the Barracuda](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/06/barry-the-barracuda/): By Dennis Robleski A barracuda’s concerns are few, especially for those that live along the coast of Bimini in the westernmost district of the Bahamas feeding on the plentiful fish around the expansive coral reef.  They have few natural predators... - ['Passing Headlights' and other poems by David Francis](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/06/passing-headlights-and-other-poems-by-david-francis/): By: David Francis Passing Headlights All I want to do is connect with youI’ve tried too hard, I’ve tried too softI’ve come in at anglesand I’ve been direct I’ve tried too hard I’ve frowned and I’ve smiledI’ve stayed awayand I’ve... - [Casper](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/05/casper/): By: J. Cassidy Hawthorne For Teddy I remember my first day. It was cold as Hell. It was the kind of cold where each thought you had was interrupted by another, single thought: it’s cold. I thought my nipples were going... - [Stopping by a Neighbor’s House on a Summer Morning](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/05/stopping-by-a-neighbors-house-on-a-summer-morning-2/): By Mark Kodama I.          The Walk             I am ill.  I have stage 2 bone marrow cancer and diabetes 2.  So my doctors told me I needed to take more walks, get more exercise.  So this morning I took a... - [God’s Unlikely Hero](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/02/gods-unlikely-hero/): By: Jeff Watkins Wearing only scanty panties, Corporal Rochana Toch (a female Cambodian emigrant who looks like a skinny prepubescent girl) seductively, sinuously sways toward Corporal Daniel Selnick, murmuring, “Me so horny. Me give you beaucoup suckee fuckee.”  An expression... - [Surprise](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/02/surprise/): By: Jeff Watkins “You have a beautiful baby boy, Miss Selnick. You can hold him for a while, and then we’ll get him all cleaned up.” “No. I don’t want to hold him. He’s so icky! His ears—he has black... - [The Red Velvet Cupcake Murders](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/02/the-red-velvet-cupcake-murders/): By Mark Kodama (Inspired by “A Taste of Friendship” by Shawn KlimekAnd used with his permission.) I.          The Condo             It was the greatest birthday party ever: raucous singing, lunatic dancing, and heavy drinking. Hermann, the neighbor below me, repeatedly... - [Overnight](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/02/overnight/): By: Alan Berger A lot can happen overnightContinue again and make it right I could come over thereYou could come over hereWill not be meeting in the middleThe middle disappeared You may go to bed a loserDreaming of gone loversThe... - [Edward Hopper](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/01/edward-hopper/): By: Alan Ford A hotel lobbyinhabited by solitudeimpersonal arrivals, nameless departuresa clock stops as time passes no one communicatesjust unsigned promises,broken words no one speaksonly spirits listen woman in a windowroom unfurnished by loveunrequited and unrestoredas blinds of life unroll... - [Free woman](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/01/free-woman/): By Rehema Kasanga Today we celebrate woman and freedoms she currently has.As she’s free to be her true self in this day and age. the self we recognize.the self we have shaped and forced her to become over decades of... - [A Cabin in the woods](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/30/a-cabin-in-the-woods/): By: Ruth Z. Deming My word! How could we have gotten so old? Most of us are eighty years old. Yet we have our annual trip to Marlene’s cabin in the deep woods of New Jersey. I woke up early.... - [Poems: 'Course of Action' and 'Step up'](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/30/poems-course-of-action-and-step-up/): By: Ali Grimshaw Course of Action In the next week of tomorrowsthree months planned processthird Wednesday penned. Your proposal for this daythe one you think is comingneatly folded, in its unopened box. Morning coffee in hand whenthe unimaginable drops. Limbs... - ['An Illusion in The Bright Mirror of Eternity' and other poems by Chinese Poet Hongri Yuan](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/30/an-illusion-in-the-bright-mirror-of-eternity-and-other-poems-by-chinese-poet-hongri-yuan/): By Chinese Poet Hongri YuanTranslated by Yuanbing zhang An Illusion in The Bright Mirror of Eternity Every day is an illusion in the bright mirror of eternity. You see yourself from teenager to white hair, as if you are a... - ['Gnarled feet' and other poems by Abasiama Udom](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/29/gnarled-feet-and-other-poems-by-abasiama-udom/): By: Abasiama Udom TO THEM Bring the gin and beer,let us call again to themwho even before us have gone.Let us bring our problems and a sacrifice,lifting the shouting hen.Let us again remember our lineage and fathers,in memory of them... - ['Aeromexico' and other poems by James Croal Jackson](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/28/aeromexico-and-other-poems-by-james-croal-jackson/): By: James Croal Jackson Aeromexico I sit alone in this two-seat rowand the cabin lights are off. I cannot locate the clouds beneaththe wing’s intermittent flashing– my only light its metronome.It’s my fault I don’t know Spanish and understood so... - [Relishing the last sweet bite before it all ends in Harjo’s 'Perhaps the World Ends here'](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/28/relishing-the-last-sweet-bite-before-it-all-ends-in-harjos-perhaps-the-world-ends-here/): By Hiba Heba A kitchen table is ornamented with the paragons of humanity. It is the beginning, as well as the end of the world. Joy Harjo and her pensiveness record history around a kitchen table in her spellbinding, homely... - [The book ‘Songs of Suicide’ by Onkar Sharma shifts spotlight to the complex subject of suicide](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/28/the-book-songs-of-suicide-by-onkar-sharma-shifts-spotlight-to-the-complex-subject-of-suicide/): In a recent cover launch of his poetry collection titled ‘Songs of Suicide’, Onkar Sharma revealed the reason why he penned poems with an underlying theme of suicide. He argued that it is critical to extend a helping hand to... - ['Plague Poems' by J. K. Durick](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/28/plague-poems-by-j-k-durick/): By: J. K. Durick Plague Poem for Day Eleven I remember all the saints’ lives from school – Sister Mary putting on an LP and there they’d be – martyrdom in various forms and miracles of every sort. Violence and... - [The COVID-19 Crisis: Namaste!](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/28/the-covid-19-crisis-namaste/): By: Jamal Siddiqui Humanity is in danger as it passes through tough times due to this pandemic. The Indian greeting system Namaste and the Muslim system of doing Ablution have become essential things for humanity. Making the practice of Namaste... - [Down the Saco](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/28/down-the-saco/): By: Christopher Johnson “God, it’s cold!” he bellowed. He felt as though he had immersed his feet and ankles into a bucket of ice water. Skeeter just laughed. “Pick it up, Dad! You’ll get used to it!” Skeeter, being 12... - [Diamonds Scar Forever](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/27/diamonds-scar-forever/): By: Josh Adair As soon as she told me I had the job, I couldn’t stop hearing Shirley Bassey and dreaming of De Beers commercials. I felt certain selling jewelry would expose me to a distinctive, sophisticated clientele, sure to... - [Corona's Ghost](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/26/coronas-ghost/): By Chandra Shekhar Dubey There lived an old, lanky monkIn the city of WuhanHe had a staff and a piped gourd pitcher               Hanging down his hump.Once a man called Cring Pring            Walked down his esoteric denGreeting majestically he sat by... - [The Good Neighbor](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/26/the-good-neighbor/): By Bill Wilkinson It had been a few days since my neighbor last messaged me to get stuff for him when the disturbance happened over at his place. A noise startled me awake. It was 2:22 in the morning according... - ['Breathing' and other poems by Cauvery Chauhan](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/25/breathing-and-other-poems-by-cauvery-chauhan/): By Cauvery Chauhan Breathing The vehicles walking,The clouds moving,The birds have disappeared. The red, yellow, white, and purple hueIs baking the dusk. The wind blowing,The victory preaching,The vision has become clear. The music, screams, and chatteringIs welcoming the glorious end... - ["Moments of Choice" and other poems by Dagen Kipling](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/25/moments-of-choice-and-other-poems-by-dagen-kipling/): By: Dagen Kipling Moments of Choice Grey clouds summersault across the skywhite lines of whipped creamcrisscrossed alongthe backdrop of metallic paint blueelectric cobalt appliedto the side ofa 97 mustang the car you let me driveprom night the one that I... - ['Dying on a Monday' and other poems by Holly Day](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/24/dying-on-a-monday-and-other-poems-by-holly-day/): By: Holly Day Dying on a Monday I feel her growing quieter beneath the pressure of my handsflops and flutters like a butterfly drenched in oil, only a few moments moreand there will be no more cheerleader left to tell... - [Flying](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/24/flying/): By: Michal Reiben Anna climbs her dear friend, the Wellingtonia tree quickly and easily for she knows its every branch; it’s a giant of a tree, an evergreen with down swept branches, a rough, noduled bark, dense foliage, and little... - [Eric Delaviere](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/24/eric-delaviere/): By: Nyse Vicente I hadn’t seen it thenEric DelaviereThe glinting eye, Phoebus light hanging upon the curve of your cheek, or the soft smile, lifted eyes, brows rose as we played in the forestChild’s gameWhen our parents called out to... - ['The Crow' and other poems by John Tustin](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/23/the-crow-and-other-poems-by-john-tustin/): By: John Tustin THE CROW Some people have the bluebird in their heart,Some have the raven.Some the gentle sparrow,Some the brutal hawk.There is the crow in my heartAnd he eats my humanityAnd replaces it with sorrowIn the anonymous dark.  ###... - ['The Image' and other poems by Katrenia Busch](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/23/the-image-and-other-poems-by-katrenia-busch/): By: Katrenia Busch The Image In the midst of the nightDeep within darkness foundLost to vision or sightWhere my soul was once bound Searching through confinementSearching without restSearching that was constantSearching that was obsessed In the midst of a visionThat... - [The Last Day of School](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/22/the-last-day-of-school/): By Mark Kodama             It was the last day of school. Horace Mann High School was closing for good. The school – only twelve years old – was the model for the future. That is why they shut it down.... - [SS: Salt and Seen](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/22/ss-salt-and-seen/): By: Tammy L. Breitweiser The salt shaker leaps from the counter and clatters. The granules form a spiral on the yellow linoleum floor. Among the curls of age, the white crystalline substance is a winding stream of exfoliant. No waste... - [Sea Creature, Land Creature](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/22/sea-creature-land-creature/): By: Supriya Rakesh She stood still, still as time. Toes immersed in lavish soft sands, soft waves rhythmically unfurling and colliding at her bare feet. Humid breeze ruffling through her hair, making it unruly, free-willed.  The occasional salty spray in... - ['The Idea Of Me' and other poems by Theresa C. Gaynord](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/21/the-idea-of-me-and-other-poems-by-theresa-c-gaynord/): By: Theresa C. Gaynord The Idea Of Me I realize I tend to surround myselfaround fears and self-protection,an emotionally tough lesson I learnedfrom very early on; the women in mylife, my teachers. I get like thissometimes, insecure, scared, anythingbut confident.... - [Roman Fury](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/20/roman-fury/): By Atticus Ellis “Marcus, I wish you’d just let me kill you without demur. I never like to make things messy.” “In that case, Gaius, you just might have quite the mess to clean up.” These were the opening jibes... - [Hello, Atticus](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/20/hello-atticus/): By Atticus Ellis Naughty boy, your verse will do you badUnless you cloak the name that you once hadBehind a crafty pseudonym at once.Heed me, and don’t play the heroic dunce. Every stanza can be fraught with dire risk.You need... - [City Beneath the Sea](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/20/city-beneath-the-sea/): By Mark Kodama I. The Launch             It was part of a scientific experiment gone awry, a top secret government program to prove that human beings could travel into the future at the speed of light. It was only to... - [A Very Famous Breakfast](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/20/a-very-famous-breakfast/): By Sasheera Mehrani Gounden A countless number of studies have proven that consuming a healthy breakfast daily enhances concentration levels and boosts metabolism. Strawberries, blueberries, bananas and a glass of freshly squeezed apple or orange juice are healthy breakfast alternatives.... - [Little Secret](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/19/little-secret/): By Ramprasath Rengasamy     I was in a hurry. I double-checked if I have taken the NY pizza that I bought in New York, an hour ago. While running, in my mind, over the things that I might have forgotten... - [Safe and Un-sound](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/19/safe-and-un-sound/): By: Alan Berger It was not a blind date. It was a deaf date. I’ve always had a problem telling people, not my pets, people, how I truly feel. There was no getting anything off my chest unless my mouth... - [The Tree of Knowledge](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/18/the-tree-of-knowledge/): By: Alexander Kemp June 2014                 We landed on Earth just after sunset. My two comrades and I adjusted to our new human forms. Our life forces were now tied to these fallible bodies. This was the last opportunity to... - [To Sleep](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/17/to-sleep/): By: A. Elizabeth Herting Once upon a time, I used to sleep. Dull sunlight trickled into his cell. It was painful; a single yellow beam straining to be seen through a tiny, grime-encrusted window. The shadows of the bars crept... - [Semper Scriptor Novus](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/17/semper-scriptor-novus/): By: Atticus Ellis Naughty boy, your verse will do you badUnless you cloak the name that you once hadBehind a crafty pseudonym at once.Heed me, and don’t play the heroic dunce. Every stanza can be fraught with dire risk.You need... - ['Helix in B-Coil' and other poems by Selina Whiteley](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/17/helix-in-b-coil-and-other-poems-by-selina-whiteley/): By: Selina Whiteley Helix in B-Coil After Alan Ginsberg, “A Supermarket in California”Foucault, I see you, frail and gaunt, your pneumatic lungs,collapsing, as with rasped breaths you flirtwith that dark-haired paramedic.Do you not think of your Defert? We need him... - ['The Outspoken' and other poems by Sivaprasad. V](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/16/the-outspoken-and-other-poems-by-sivaprasad-v/): By: Sivaprasad. V The Outspoken They say it’s made in the HeavenMen tie the knot to make it happen on Earth.To the disciples of Comte it’s a permanent social legal contract.The society’s nod for sleeping together. A few are destined... - [Lockdown](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/16/lockdown/): By: Ria Banerjee  The vicious tentacles ofa fatal virusengirdles the world in alethal coil.The world gasps for breath,frantically choking, coughing andspewing out sputumand venom.It is a barricaded battle fieldof the living andthe dead.Or, perhaps of theliving dead.People go back and... - [In Transit](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/16/in-transit/): By: Michael Summerleigh Aaron looked around at the empty apartment…sunrise through naked windows setting newly-emancipated dust motes to dancing…a table and a chair…the laboured hum of the old refrigerator now reprieved from cooling anything at all… In the freezer was... - ['Leftovers' and other poems by Fabrice B. Poussin](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/16/leftovers-and-other-poems-by-fabrice-b-poussin/): By: Fabrice B. Poussin Leftovers The select few in assembly had taken a huge biteof a feast destined to a multitude of destitutethose in rags who erred from scrap to crumblequietly, abandoned dogs of skin and bone. Incongruous bursts of... - [Slum](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/16/slum/): By: Alan Berger We leave them to die  It’s not their faultThey don’t have the toolsIn their head vaultsTo make a fine life In every cityThere they areHere they stayHere they comeWelcome to your paradiseWe would be rather gratefulIf you keep... - [Just another book club](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/16/just-another-book-club/): By: Jill Olson Clinking glasses intermingled with twitters of laughter.  Bethany had put on a great spread for us to graze on, as we discussed this month’s book.  The fire crackled, whispering its presence while coupled with the aroma of... - ['Everything is fucked' and other poems by Mike Zone](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/15/everything-is-fucked-and-other-poems-by-mike-zone/): By: Mike Zone Everything is fucked Writing poetryhoney-comb moonAllan in purple dream hazein search of toilethe just didn’t have the heart to tell herhe wasn’t the manshe was searching forthe night beforeeverything fuckednationalized pizza deliveryhobo’s hosting baby knife fights ###... - [Worship Uniformity](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/15/worship-uniformity/): By: Stephen Kingsnorth This eyrie place,is it maids’ garret or penthouse space,servant peephole surveying classor milling subjects from royal box,pink plaza market peopled underneath? A portrait gallery:summer clothes brought out for wear,sunshine fashions unwrapping scare,swaddled usually from view,hairless legs displayed... - [Fresh Ground](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/14/fresh-ground/): By: Jake Puffenberger He took his life like he took his coffeeLight on the sweetenerHeavy on the creamJust enough to take away the harsh edgeBoldFreshHe made it himself, alwaysNo coffee shops or machinesSomething valuable about the processHe sipped it slowlySavored... - ['Music of Life' and other poems by Ed Krizek](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/14/music-of-life-and-other-poems-by-ed-krizek/): By: Ed Krizek Music of Life There is beauty in silence.Nature still has somethingto teach us. The birdssing along with the car enginesand motorcycles. Muffled hallwayconversations. Doors openingand closing. Dogs barking.The music of lifeproduces a concertowhile I lie peacefully, waiting.... - [Aftermath](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/14/aftermath/): By: Ed Krizek After the episode everything was different. No one really knew what happened.  I certainly didn’t.  There was an explosion in the warehouse.  I was in aisle 12B looking for a piece of a cystoscope when I heard... - ['Kum Kum' and other poems by Stephen Kingsnorth](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/14/kum-kum-and-other-poems-by-stephen-kingsnorth/): By: Stephen Kingsnorth Kum Kum This Katra cell behind the police lineknows Yamuna’s confluence nearby,Uttar’s Sangam trinity,mythical togetherness of three,uneasy two in dim forgotten outskirt. Kum Kum with sick uncle encamp,roundel wagons ofbelievers Bible bodycircling hurricanes glowthen darker Hindu doubt.... - [The Yang of Travel: Traveling Solo](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/13/the-yang-of-travel-traveling-solo/): By Mark Walker “What is life but a series of inspired follies? The difficulty is to find them to do. Never lose a chance: it doesn’t come every day.” –George Bernard Shaw, Pygmalion I began my global journey in the... - ['On sanity as you age' and other poems by Ilhem Issaoui](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/13/on-sanity-as-you-age-and-other-poems-by-ilhem-issaoui/): By: Ilhem Issaoui On sanity as you age a bit of sanity as you age would do you good, they tellIt builds a house and a futureand gives some weight to your gossamery existenceI close my dooronly to wear her... - [When You Come Undone](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/12/when-you-come-undone/): By: Ram Govardhan Like most of us, Vedantam Rajagopalan is a friendly intender chap and, unlike most of us, too proud of his cerebral endowments. His Churchillian obsession with English and punctuation, particularly the Oxford comma, always baffled his New... - ['SPARTACUS' and other poems by Wayne F. Burke](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/12/spartacus-and-other-poems-by-wayne-f-burke/): By Wayne F. Burke SPARTACUS “Panorama-vision” the big sell of themovies, back in the early 60’s, theornate theater (to my 12 year old eyes)in the neighboring townthe cushioned chairin the semi-darknessouch!hit in the head bya Juicy Fruit candythrown by a... - [The Treehouse of Broken Dreams](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/12/the-treehouse-of-broken-dreams/): By: Steve Carr A giant oak tree, said to be over two hundred years old, stood alone in a field behind Ulysses Parnice’s property. The tree had been called Old Poor Boy for as long as anyone in the town... - [Buongiorno, Tristezza—Good Morning, Sadness](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/12/buongiorno-tristezza-good-morning-sadness/): By Gaither Stewart It happens, admittedly not often, in fact infrequently, but it happens that it snows here in the spring even though foreigners think our city is nearly tropical. Here at only fifty-two meters over sea level, at 41°53’30”... - [Rewriting Scars](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/12/rewriting-scars/): By: Kaitlin Packer I woke with my pajamas wet against my shoulder blades and my hair soaked through at the base of my neck. Jumping out of bed, I opened my computer and squinted at the email that came through... - [Sanctuary Inc.](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/12/sanctuary-inc/): By: Guy Preston My friend Arthur bought a dog. In the beginning, things went well with his dog: they would spend time together and, over time, Arthur grew fond of his dog. They would go to the beach together and... - [Quiescence](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/12/quiescence/): By Ryan Collins             The Spring when Danny and Sarah decided to start a family was the same Spring the earth stalled and the seasons never changed again. No one realized this at first, of course. The winter was gray... - [The Will Wraith](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/11/the-will-wraith/): By: Sterling Warner “Did it happen again?” “Uh-huh! This time my heart beat faster, Gil, and I could swear I heard high pitched voices speaking in some foreign language, ordering me to do something.” “Sit down, Smithy, and hold my... - [Hero of the People](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/11/hero-of-the-people/): By Mark Kodama We were bound and broken,Surrounded by enemies.All hope seemed lost.When from the darknessA lone rider emerged,A knight in shining armor,A hero to save the people.Why can’t that be you? - [Father](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/10/father/): By: Erik Barca “Marcus, please stay the week. Dad needs you.” “He doesn’t want me around.  I’ll need to rearrange my work. I can only stay through Wednesday, maybe.” “But I can’t take care of him until Saturday …  Yes,... - [Heroes](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/10/heroes/): By: James Bates “I wish you could swim,” Camden told Megan. “Like the dolphins.”             They were downtown, sitting outside having just finished lunch at a favorite cafe. She sent off a final text to her mother, set the phone... - [The Gathering](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/10/the-gathering/): By: Peter Astle “You can’t be serious,” Jane said. “You’ll be thrown in jail.”             Paul shrugged. “We might as well be in jail. Besides, this is important. It’s just one night.”             “It’s martial law,” Jane reminded him. “Public... - [The Freezer](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/10/the-freezer/): By Mark Kodama I.      He never did anything. He did not work; he did not help around the house. He just sat around, collecting his pension. She did all the work. She worked full time as a secretary. When... - ['Skin-Touch of Love' and other poems by Nancy Diamante Bonazzoli](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/09/skin-touch-of-love-and-other-poems-by/): By: Nancy Diamante Bonazzoli Skin-Touch of Love Ferocious night. We left him there;his inhalator gone silentas his heartbeat. We slam the car doors,surrender to grief. You turn the key.Windshield wipers echohis ghost-dance rhythms. Defroster on the fritz,our exhalations fog,dripping sheen.... - [Exotic Vacation](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/09/exotic-vacation/): By Ramprasath Rengasamy I took deep breath. I then approached the school ground where there was heavy crowd. The school was at the foot of Banjar hills. The passing clouds could only touch the waist of the hills and yet... - [Wings Are Just Fans](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/09/wings-are-just-fans/): By: Dr. J. Sheeba I heard my Foremother sayWe had freedom to eat… They said, women are kitchen spidersTheir world lies there.She was the monarch, decidingWhat nutriment could be cateredTo kings at home.“We have plenty, be silent at home.Wings are... - [The Pocket-size Project](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/08/the-pocket-size-project/): By: John F Zurn There exist many experiments that remain unknown because of the desire for government secrecy.   However, many secret programs are kept secret because they are so provocative – or foolish – that few would believe they could... - [Disconnected](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/08/disconnected/): By: Kathleen Kempert “I don’t feel like I fit into your life anymore,” I type into the phone.  I look at the words before I hit send, my index finger hovering, daring me to press it.  I watch the words... - ['Sensitivity Train' and other poems by Ryan Quinn Flanagan](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/08/sensitivity-train-and-other-poems-by-ryan-quinn-flanagan/): By: Ryan Quinn Flanagan If There is Skin in Your Soup, You Are Probably Eating it Wrong I am on a diet.I will not eat anything for 40 million and one days.My head will hurt, but that just means it’s... - [The Way We* Live Now](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/08/the-way-we-live-now/): By: Mary Rohrer-Dann *We, who are still fortunate in all the many privileges of privilege.                         (with respect to Susan Sontag)             Good Morning America and the too-aptly named Eleventh Hour bookend our days. We watch the stock market... - [Poems by Simon Perchik](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/08/poems-by-simon-perchik-2/): By: Simon Perchik *Hot milk, half with butterfliesand the cup helps you thinkwhat happened happened clearly letting her blouse open so one breastcooled before the other though youare 5 going on 5½, tugging a blanket from far away as nap... - ['I say proudly' and other poems by Preston Chan](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/06/i-say-proudly-and-other-poems-by-preston-chan/): By: Preston Chan I say proudly… Another person couldn’t say it.Just … couldn’t say it.The disdained fear embodied her visible complexion —Fear that wasn’t there just two moments ago. “It’s a hearing aid,”I’ll always say,Like the sound of a neglected,... - [The Mission](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/06/the-mission/): By: Fred Miller Part I: The Promised Land It was her supervisor at the hospital who had asked during an appraisal interview – did Angela enjoy bookkeeping? Well, why didn’t she consider an accounting degree from the local state university,... - ['Crows, waters, trees' and other poems by Linda M Crate](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/04/crows-waters-trees-and-other-poems-by-linda-m-crate/): By: Linda M Crate crows, waters, trees i have alwaysworked hard,learned the valueof it froma young age;disciplined and witha strong will power i wonder howsimilar or differentour lives wereshe who shared the same soul our names and livesare different,but we... - ['Mystery' and other poems by Joseph Hope](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/03/mystery-and-other-poems-by-joseph-hope/): By: Joseph Hope Mystery The mystery of living takes a Sharp jab at our wits Loosly we hang all our lifes, trying to Learn how to live And at the end, like in the Beginning we still don’t have a... - [How Being an Aunt Prepared Me to be a Mother](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/03/how-being-an-aunt-prepared-me-to-be-a-mother/): By Abby Fortune I am not a mother. I have never carried a baby in my belly, nor have I brought life into this world. Aside from having pets that I do consider my babies, the closest I’ve ever been... - [A new beginning](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/03/a-new-beginning/): By: Bruce Levine Four days into the current cycle Brian asked himself if this was really what he wanted to do. It wasn’t that anything was very difficult and certainly within the framework of his expertise. But simply going through... - [Plastic Breath](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/02/plastic-breath/): By: Alfredo Salvatore Arcilesi  After seven days of intolerable confinement, Izzy decided that this foggy afternoon was the right time to free herself. And, if she could manage, Clara. She had been testing her crippled body since the morning darkness,... - [Poems by Aruna Subramanian](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/02/poems-by-aruna-subramanian/): By: Aruna Subramanian 1Time is THE best friendone could chance upon.It’d peel off certain masksto save you from fallinginto the trap of illusion.Befriend time!! 2.Our planet’s becomethan abode of walking machines.Synthetics rule over nature.Ballooning expectationsblowing away relations.Humane heartssuffocate to breathamidst... - [The Pet Nana](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/01/the-pet-nana/): By: Ahming Zee People were swarming in heading straight to the pet lady as she was taking kittens one by one out of her carrier and into a big cage. Everyone in the Pet World knew her, and her all,... - [QUESTIONS & ANSWERS](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/01/questions-answers/): By Eric Burbridge             Tuesday was the best day of the week to do any kind of business. This Tuesday the weather was warm, sunny with no wind. Toledo Parfit said, “I got a surprise for you be ready in... - ['After the Siege' and other poems by Dave Whippman](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/01/after-the-siege-and-other-poems-by-dave-whippman/): By: Dave Whippman AFTER THE SIEGE According to the poetsThis is how it ended: the tall towersstill ablaze, me struggling in my husband’s armsas he dragged me to the waiting galleys.I yearned, they say,to join my love among the dead,... - [The Fearless](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/01/the-fearless/): By: Colin James I’m leaning against a flagpole.It’s moving a bit in the windenough for prophesies of nauseawithout being political,besides the obvious bias.Flag not currently flying,the rope is clanging, echoingfrom the poles hollow center.I’m not thin enough to be inconspicuous.Some... - [The Martian Chronicles II: The Rescue](https://literaryyard.com/2020/04/01/the-martian-chronicles-ii-the-rescue/): By Mark Kodama      The one hundred rockets dropped from the thin Martian sky, individually, in bunches and finally by dozens before they slammed against the red dirt, like a fireworks show, first isolated bursts of light, then simultaneous bursts... - [Obituary: Tom Wollaston](https://literaryyard.com/2021/02/28/obituary-tom-wollaston/): By: Shukburgh Ashby Near-unknown writer, and an undiscovered giant of twentieth century literature A friend told me that Tom Wollaston died last week. He must’ve been in his nineties. I’d like to humbly propose (I haven’t read this theory elsewhere)... - ['The Emancipation of the Mermaid Tattoo' and other poems by Paul Jones](https://literaryyard.com/2021/02/27/the-emancipation-of-the-mermaid-tattoo-and-other-poems-by-paul-jones/): By: Paul Jones The Emancipation of the Mermaid Tattoo The laser took her scale by scaleslowly moving from waist to tail.She had never been meant for him.He had led her out on a limb.He kept her there under his skinan... - [Closet](https://literaryyard.com/2021/02/27/closet/): By: Caroline Piermattei She heard the chirp, the squeak. Then the black blur scurried past her leg. He climbed the tree then ran, having what looked like fun. Black squirrels, She strained to remember…aggressive,  rabid? As a stand alone event,... - [Red](https://literaryyard.com/2021/02/27/red/): By: Harvey Huddleston He’d been there a few times before, the BARC shelter.  It stood for Brooklyn Animal, then whatever starts with an R and Center.  The R might be for relocation or reassignment or rehabilitation maybe.  He never liked... - [The Clinch Brothers](https://literaryyard.com/2021/02/27/the-clinch-brothers/): By: T. Peer D. C. Damen entered his detective section beneath the proclamation, Our day begins when your day ends. Beyond a rather pragmatic occupational dictum the homicides, suicides, and accidents stuffed a macabre party pack with the hostility, futility,... - [on dying stars](https://literaryyard.com/2021/02/26/on-dying-stars/): By: Dora Nicolic nebula The day the sky split open, a swirl of dust, gases, and atoms suffocated the horizon. And the sky, well, she inhaled and took in every ounce of the atoms. She was left to expand, and... - [Shadow Lake Snow Snakes](https://literaryyard.com/2021/02/26/shadow-lake-snow-snakes/): By: Carl Papa Palmer  Not the inviting cotton candy snowscene on a holiday greeting cardor sparkling fluffy flakes floatingsoftly in the shaken crystal globe, These wind whipped ice shards blown,thrown, stinging, not sticking, hurled,swirled across bare brown ground likelong white... - [Dehumanizing Demise](https://literaryyard.com/2021/02/26/dehumanizing-demise/): By: Amol Narayan Jadhao We have no nerve left to feelThe sofa felt the tiresome limbsAnd the ‘human’ fondled the road to rootsThe covered (mikes) mouths and shielded (cameras) eyesTelecasting the live bare pangs and sheer pains Has-beens of pavements... - [Lockdown](https://literaryyard.com/2021/02/26/lockdown-2/): By Ellis Shuman They were seated two rows ahead of me on the half-empty plane and without seeing their faces, or knowing anything about them, I could tell that they were totally out of their element. What was it? The... - [The Subtlety of Symbolism](https://literaryyard.com/2021/02/26/the-subtlety-of-symbolism/): By Theresa Gaynord The color white usually coversfeatureless walls, but when snowfalls and settles on the bough oftrees, it’s a recipe for awakeningthat is strangely comforting, likea white note, slipped subtly beneatha door, or the creak of a metal door,opening... - [Bicycle Built for Two](https://literaryyard.com/2021/02/26/bicycle-built-for-two/): By: James Bates A tandem bicycle was the last thing Liz and I bought before she left me for her personal trainer, a muscle-bound guy named Zeke. “I’m never coming back,” she told me as they drove off on his... - ['Catch Phrase' and other poems by Ryan Quinn Flanagan](https://literaryyard.com/2021/02/24/catch-phrase-and-other-poems-by-ryan-quinn-flanagan/): By: Ryan Quinn Flanagan Catch Phrase It had taken many professionals to snare it.Many more to transport and care for the phrase. As it worked its way around the perimeter of the enclosure.Mapping out its new surroundings. After all its... - [Still Life Genre in Painting](https://literaryyard.com/2021/02/24/still-life-genre-in-painting/): Still Life is a very popular painting genre that we have likely all seen at least once in our lives especially if you have an interest in art. What sets Still Life from other art forms is that the objects... - [Pigeons and Prognostications in the Time of the Virus](https://literaryyard.com/2021/02/23/pigeons-and-prognostications-in-the-time-of-the-virus/): By: Leon Kortenkamp  Pigeons and Prognostications in the Time of the Virus   They toss breadcrumbs like gods dispensing blessings from on high.  The pigeons dart after each carefully placed crumb, the lucky ones running up the sidewalk or onto the grass to... - [As It Was, As It Will Be](https://literaryyard.com/2021/02/23/as-it-was-as-it-will-be/): By: Teagan Wood On a roadway, slick with mud, a woman – feet swollen from standing, hands burned from the sun, fingers painted with dirt – stands waiting. In the underbrush of a ditch, the silhouette of her form holds... - [Social](https://literaryyard.com/2021/02/23/social/): By Ramprasath Rengasamy  I offered a ten-dollar note to a beggar, but he took it and threw it back on my face and walked away. It was like he slapped across my face. I woke up in shock and realized it was just a... - [The Anguish of Trump](https://literaryyard.com/2021/02/23/the-anguish-of-trump/): By: Ruth Z. Deming  more perfect day cannot be imagined for when the former President retired to Mar-a-Lago on the Palm Beach barrier island with the Atlantic Ocean to the east and Florida’s Intracoastal Waterway to the west. The sea was calm, shimmering as... - [Review: “The Coconut Girl” Sunita Thind](https://literaryyard.com/2021/02/10/review-the-coconut-girl-sunita-thind/): By: Josh Brown ‘Coconut’ is a term used to denigrate someone as brown on the outside and white on the inside. “The Cocont Girl” is the second collection of poems from British born Punjabi poet Sunita Thind.  BAME people born... - ['Night' and other poems by Chris Durand](https://literaryyard.com/2021/02/01/night-and-other-poems-by-chris-durand/): By: Chris Durand Night  Sinking into now, Worries fall away, Soon to rest my head At the end of day.  Moments of release Ebb away in peace. My heart softly beats. Consciousness retreats.  Covers to my chin, Sleep is almost in. The world slips out of sight, Enveloped by... - ['Love on the Road, or What I Did Not Want to Overhear ' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/01/29/love-on-the-road-or-what-i-did-not-want-to-overhear-and-other-poems/): By: Joan E. Cashin Love on the Road, or What I Did Not Want to Overhear  A marriage proposal at the Hilton Hotelas I ate a salad at the next table in the restaurant: she said no.A screaming match at... - ['My anger' and other poems by Matthew Borczon](https://literaryyard.com/2021/01/28/my-anger-and-other-poems-by-matthew-borczon/): By: Matthew Borczon My anger  Is for you not the horse you rode in on it’s for the lightning not the tree it dropped across the road and it’s not for the soldiers  who killed and died in the war who still kill and die in my dreams no my anger is for the men who start wars in the first place and at me for believing that any good would come from it it’s for the kid I was who enlisted without a clue about the man the war would make out  of me  ### Graveyard shift  Another sleepless night and I am on the internet looking at pictures of whales who appear to sleep standing up near the surface so they can get air they sleep only an hour or two a night as long as a ship doesn’t hit them and I wonder what their dreams are  about as I remember that the origin of the term graveyard shift is from the times when the dead would sometimes wake back up inside the coffin so they would tie a string from their wrist to a bell and if it rang the worker on the graveyard shift would have to dig them back up from the ground and I never wonder about his dreams because I have spent ten years on the graveyard shift shovel in hand digging soldiers and Marines women and children out of the ground as Afghanistan rang in my ears.  ### I was thinking this morning for Dana  About the bones of the sun and the blank stare of our kitchen clock I am listening to Bob Dylan wondering if you can ever really truly be one too many mornings and a thousand miles behind as I am wishing I could swim across the surface of your coffee cup into the light in your eyes as I reach for your hand across the table it’s weight is heavy with everything you bring to our... - ['The Tangled Web' and other poems by Mary Bone](https://literaryyard.com/2021/01/28/the-tangled-web-and-other-poems-by-mary-bone/): By: Mary Bone The Tangled Web The tangled web was woven with care,intricate secrets were stored inside.The spider knew how to entice wary visitorsinside for a cup of tea.His house was so cozy within.Entertainment was the key,For the likes of... - [She Still Lives Here](https://literaryyard.com/2021/01/28/she-still-lives-here/): By: Ute Carson My wife and I occupied this house for 55 years.My parents restored it following the Great Depression.We have shared the cooking, the cleaning,kept the yard trimmed and the roses flourishing.When the sun streams through our tall bay... - [A Good Michael](https://literaryyard.com/2021/01/26/a-good-michael/): By: Macy de Champlain We aren’t supposed to be here.   We walk into the darkness, leaving the last remnants of light behind us. My Michael strips down, everything but the socks and shoes. I do too, because I do whatever my Michael... - [The destiny of a madman](https://literaryyard.com/2021/01/15/the-destiny-of-a-madman/): By: Jordan Zuniga  The mustering of the forces, the gathering of strength,The call to arms upon the realm of France, increase the territories length!The kneeling for the honor, the placing of the crown,The swiping of the treasure and the mocking... - [Demon](https://literaryyard.com/2021/01/11/demon/): By: Nina Adel At the end of the long stretch of dollar stores, blocks of restaurants offering licuados and tortas de asada and pan dulce, there is an inland sea. A half-neighborhood before this great quantity of open water, Belvidere... - [Uriel Fox and the Mystic Mirror](https://literaryyard.com/2021/01/11/uriel-fox-and-the-mystic-mirror/): By: John F Zurn After years of traveling throughout his world, Uriel felt weary and disappointed. Despite all his remarkable adventures, he still remained alone and lacked satisfactory answers for his life and for his dilemma with relationships. Uriel eventually... - [Cardboard Heart](https://literaryyard.com/2021/01/11/cardboard-heart/): By: Clay Hunt Maxine slammed her black backpack on my desk. She was a fan of horror and spooky movies. Her long black hair was glued to her puffier-than-normal cheeks. I never cried during these times. I felt like there... - ['Pain' and other poems by Emily](https://literaryyard.com/2021/01/11/pain-and-other-poems-by-emily/): By: Emily Pain PainBurningAll overI am ironBeing smeltedBecoming strong and beautifulUnlike the rock I came fromAll because of the pain ### Lifeless Dead rosesWilted violetsDeceased daisiesLifeless flowersIs what makes up my gardenRotting nowMaggot foodGiving birth to new lifeThis is my... - [Introspection](https://literaryyard.com/2021/01/11/introspection/): By: Alex Andy Phuong Inspect introspectionLook into oneselfSee what lurks beneathBequeath an enduring legacyUpon an ever-changing worldFor even as time passes byPeople can still defy the skyAnd never need an alibiFor being whom they truly areFor everyone really is a... - ['I’ll head home soon but not yet' and other poems by John Grey](https://literaryyard.com/2021/01/11/ill-head-home-soon-but-not-yet-and-other-poems-by-john-grey/): By: John Grey I’LL HEAD HOME SOON BUT NOT YET Near dusk,shadows roll across the lake,but I refuse to give my bodyback to bone and muscle,not now when I float amid sun-sparkles,ripple the waters with my fingers,almost trap tiny slithering... - ['Tears of the Ariege, July 2012' and other poems by Selina Whiteley](https://literaryyard.com/2021/01/11/tears-of-the-ariege-july-2012-and-other-poems-by-selina-whiteley/): By: Selina Whiteley Tears of the Ariege, July 2012 The irradiated and toxic sun shinesagainst the agillate gulley, the discontinuous strata,like those misquoted, askew lines when you tryto quote Baudelaire. Gadolinium and radioisotopesglint on shale, like angry words in a... - [Warming the bench](https://literaryyard.com/2021/01/07/warming-the-bench/): By Robert Feinstein It wasthe last night of the seventh grade basketball tournament and Harry Levine still hadn’t been given a chance to play in it.  Oh, he was on the class team all right.  It was a rule that... - [Without ever knowing how we got there](https://literaryyard.com/2021/01/07/without-ever-knowing-how-we-got-there-2/): By Rowan Wolf This collection of short stories by Gaither Stewart, Signs of the Times, takes readers on a journey of the human drama; those questions that take us into and out of ourselves; those reflections that question time, history,... - [Crossing Borders into Parallel Worlds](https://literaryyard.com/2021/01/07/crossing-borders-into-parallel-worlds/): By Gregory Barrett A Review of by Gaither Stewart’s Short Story Collection, SIGNS OF THE TIMES.             Gaither Stewart is an expatriate American writer who lives in Rome and knows Europe well. Mr. Stewart’s agile intellect and life-tuned, refined aesthetic... - [Falling Back To Butterflies](https://literaryyard.com/2021/01/06/falling-back-to-butterflies/): By Raymond Greiner Three summers past we experienced a horrid drought. Crops failed, ponds dried up and grass was brown creating an apocalyptic scene. The poplar trees took the biggest hit; we lost ten, yet some survived. It was a... - [Poetry And Me](https://literaryyard.com/2021/01/06/poetry-and-me/): By Sheila Henry How can I ever be a poetwhen destiny has not yetknocked at my door!Muses show up daily, tho, asking“What you gonna pen today slacker?”Sounds muffled by cobwebs blocking my mindonly blankness appears on the pageinvisible are my... - [Paint Job](https://literaryyard.com/2021/01/06/paint-job/): By Keith LaFountaine             The tenants in 217 had called Matthew about a mold problem, declaring it to be a “god damn national emergency”. The call had produced an eyeroll, the type his wife didn’t like, but looking at the... - [Garage Sale](https://literaryyard.com/2021/01/06/garage-sale/): By Eliza Mimski                                            “Love comes when you least expect it, Lah. At least that’s been my experience.” Lah and Mr. P sat out in front of his Victorian home in aluminum lawn chairs. She’d helped him set up tables to... - ['Your heroes are my villains' and other poems by Linda Crate](https://literaryyard.com/2021/01/05/your-heroes-are-my-villains-and-other-poems-by-linda-crate/): By: Linda M. Crate your heroes are my villains dressed in black,they think:oh, must be a villain— but most of the heroesin my life wear black you can’t trust thosewho wear whiteno one is innocent anddriven pure as thesnow, and... - [Why](https://literaryyard.com/2021/01/05/why/): By: James Aitchison Why did I write a particular poemon a particular day?What strange convergence of forcessuddenly came into play? Did I catch words as they fell free from God?Were my thoughts plucked from the sky?If so, I am grateful... - [Yellow](https://literaryyard.com/2021/01/05/yellow/): By: Bluford Birdsong Jill shuts down the treadmill after running three eight minute miles, proud of herself and thankful for a couple of hours alone. Still panting, she opens the stainless steel door of the new fridge and grabs a... - [Hopes for 2021](https://literaryyard.com/2021/01/05/hopes-for-2021/): By: Rajiv Khandelwal  The Greek-Roman God Janus                            Pondered all plus and minus                              Plans... - ['Richard Cory's Wake' and other poems by donnarkevic](https://literaryyard.com/2021/01/04/richard-corys-wake-and-other-poems-by-donnarkevic/): By: donnarkevic Richard Cory’s Wake The black stain of the priestplumes across the roomlike factory smokestack fumes,his sleight of handon the dole for Requiem stipendshe spends on Jameson and Harp. Battling summer sweat,non-union cogs fidget in line,watching the clock,hungry for... - [The Photographs](https://literaryyard.com/2021/01/04/the-photographs/): By: Anita Lekic I enter the small jewelry shop in our little town.  There are two or three people ahead of me, hunched over the glass counters, perusing the gold pendants and rings and other assorted jewelry on display.  The... - [The Muse](https://literaryyard.com/2021/01/04/the-muse/): By: Adam Kluger It’s weird. The business of meeting a muse.  The artist known as Dreck didn’t expect much when he started an online correspondence with a mystery woman named Cricket who posted no photographs online. It was intriguing to... - [Abel’s Cats](https://literaryyard.com/2021/01/04/abels-cats/): By: Michal Reiben Nia ushers the reporter into her sitting room. “Please sit down, make yourself comfortable.” “Thank you.” He drags a wicker chair towards the table and perches himself on its edge, places his tape recorder on the glass... - [Atonement Decaf](https://literaryyard.com/2021/01/04/atonement-decaf/): By: Peter Nemenoff He had a nervous demeanor.             Elijah sat in a café, a full latte in front of him. He occasionally picked it up, and blew on it, even after it had cooled down, but would ultimately put... - [Travels with a Barbarian by Lady Elina Greypepper - The dwarven collar](https://literaryyard.com/2021/01/04/travels-with-a-barbarian-by-lady-elina-greypepper-the-dwarven-collar/): By: The Birch Twins “Where did you get that,” asked Skarr, her face a mixture of anger and surprise.” If regular readers will recall, I had just returned, barely with my life intact, from an encounter with a hibernating beast... - [A Chance to Live](https://literaryyard.com/2021/01/04/a-chance-to-live/): By: Padmini Krishnan I felt that something was not quite right as I boarded DSL-231. Vimmi seemed relaxed and her eyes shone with excitement. We were going home to Sheila. I opened my laptop as soon as we settled down.... - [What Liars They Are!](https://literaryyard.com/2021/01/04/what-liars-they-are/): by Frank Kowal      It was 1954, and I was six years old, watching TV by myself on the floor of my living room. In those days the TVs were black-and-white and were housed in large cabinets.      Suddenly a... - ['Fragments of Love' and other Haiku by Dwit David Philip](https://literaryyard.com/2021/01/03/fragments-of-love-and-other-haiku-by-dwit-david-philip/): By: Dwit David Philip  IYour conservative ethosis a way livingyour pretensionIs a volcano camouflagelike a value system. IIAn instinct paraphraselate night sleepuninterpreted eyesopen on a knockrepents the tired sin. IIIHer first blink, grabbed in thebracket of the beautyVanished in an... - [Flying Dreams](https://literaryyard.com/2021/01/03/flying-dreams/): By: L.W. Smolen Heck hit the street on their 30th Wedding Anniversary critical-mass disgusted – and not just with Seattle. He headed out his hotel front door onto Western Avenue, passed-up Eno’s – skipped his breakfast – his wine flip... - [Friday Night](https://literaryyard.com/2021/01/03/friday-night/): By: Bruce Levine Phillip closed the book. He’d been reading for a couple of hours and his eyes were tired. Friday would be a good night, he thought as he rubbed his eyes. He knew he should have been working,... - [for the landlady is not god but her rent is religion anyway](https://literaryyard.com/2021/01/03/for-the-landlady-is-not-god-but-her-rent-is-religion-anyway/): By: Paul Tanner 2 supervisors caught himat the chiller section,shoving packs of bacon into his anorak.they dragged him into the manager’s office … you go backto scanning and packingfor the queue … about ten minutes laterthe guy in the anorakgoes... - [What the Sun Can’t Heal](https://literaryyard.com/2021/01/03/what-the-sun-cant-heal/): By: Joan Gelfand Blood Memory By Gail NewmanMarsh Hawk Press, 2020$15.00ISBN: 978-0-9969911-9-3      The strong and steadfast Los Angeles sun no doubt has restorative powers. Well-being emanates from its bright light, an outdoor lifestyle is perennially uplifting; flowers, fruit and trees... - [Nightmen](https://literaryyard.com/2021/01/03/nightmen/): By Robert Prochaska Bud sat soaking his gout-ridden feet in warm water. The purple flesh that had ballooned to three times its size at his ankle made me flinch. As I turned away from looking at the stumpy mass, he... - [Black](https://literaryyard.com/2021/01/03/black/): By: Mihika Saraf The color Black,Black is an ominous color,It represents the sign of death and sadness,It is the colour of the silence, the language in which the silence utters consequences,In ebony crowded around a casket void of a whisper.Black... - ['The Flood' and other poems by Mahathi](https://literaryyard.com/2021/01/03/the-flood-and-other-poems-by/): By: Mahathi THE FLOOD(In India modern dams are constructed without arranging alternate habitat to the displaced people, who are mostly tribals living on the forest resources. The dams on other hand are causing great environmental danger by razing down forests,... - [Dream of Disillusion](https://literaryyard.com/2021/01/01/dream-of-disillusion/): By Clark Zlotchew Plunged into darknessalleviated by flaming torcheson rough-hewn rock walls,damp walls of a cavern.Flickering flames cast shifting shadowson stone surface in disturbing dance.I plod and I trudge in slow motion. Before me suddenlya narrow tunnel appears.I squat in... - [The Pictures On the Wall](https://literaryyard.com/2021/01/01/the-pictures-on-the-wall/): By: Anuradha Dev Akshay:  Rhea, show me your home.  Rhea: Why? Akshay: I wanna see it. Take a video 📸 and send it to me.  Rhea: What? No. I’m busy.  Akshay: Doing what? Tweeting how pissed you are at the... - [Dr Versteeg](https://literaryyard.com/2021/01/01/dr-versteeg/): By Harrison Abbott I dreamt about Rosa for the first time. I lay in the dark and I think that was when I first realised I had mixed emotions for her. Or new ones, rather, that unsurfaced from my subconscious.... - [The assault of the enemy](https://literaryyard.com/2021/01/01/the-assault-of-the-enemy/): By: Jordan Zuniga Stirring, stirring, the pounding of the drum,Marching, marching, to collect the final sum,Where patience was once a virtue that surely stayed,A king’s messenger declared that death would no longer be delayed,The mustering of arms, the soldiers hosts... - [What happens next?](https://literaryyard.com/2021/01/01/what-happens-next/): By: Liaa Kumar “Oh my god, can you imagine?” she said, her voice full and bright, the words tumbling out in a passionate jumble. She holds her arms up against the night sky, beaming, eyes searching the stars as if... - [Fools Have a Right](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/31/fools-have-a-right/): By C.A. Haines When I vacation, I stay close to the coasts; if I go inland, I limit travel to major cities, ones with a nice mix of colors, like my hometown, Philadelphia. No Dakotas, no farm country, nothing too... - ['We move the wheel' and other poems by Strider Marcus Jones](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/31/we-move-the-wheel-and-other-poems-by-strider-marcus-jones/): By: Strider Marcus Jones WE MOVE THE WHEEL we move the wheelthat turns through each mistake,giving motionto the roles we chimeuntil both trickle out of timelike brittle steelthat rusts and breaksinto lapsed devotion. less, or more,you imagined it was suresharing... - ['Remote Stations' and other poems by Viator](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/31/remote-stations-and-other-poems-by-viator/): By: Viator Remote Stations We are spacefirst of all—the intersticesbetween the polesof what is— so must bemostly of whatis not so primarilythat which isnothing, leaving us a little lightin the lowdownwhere we mightseek solacein the solid bedrock, lyingdown on the... - [Ode to a Coffee Mug from Slater Mill in Pawtucket](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/31/ode-to-a-coffee-mug-from-slater-mill-in-pawtucket/): By: Shai Afsai Several years agoworking as a middle school librarianI took a group of studentson a field trip to Slater Millin Pawtucket, Rhode Island. I purchased a coffee mug at the gift shopand upon our returnpresented iton behalf of... - ['The Bicameral Mind' and other poems by Md. Saber -E- Montaha](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/31/the-bicameral-mind-and-other-poems-by-md-saber-e-montaha/): By: Md. Saber -E- Montaha The Bicameral Mind -Hush, stop that noise-It’s not me-Who’s it then?-It’s me, you, and it’s we-Tell it to stop then-It won’t listen to us-Stop it I say, I’ll kill it otherwise-It’ll only make the noise... - [On Love, my old Ironsmith](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/31/on-love-my-old-ironsmith/): By: Vishakha Sen I am not in Love; Love is in me.I wish to turn into rust now, but it is my old ironsmith.My mother had instilled it in me.From womb to the world, it has chiseled me.I do not... - [Analog Dance](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/30/analog-dance/): By: Kyle Singh What stood beyond the negatives were the damped reflections of my astigmatism.They spread upon the kitchen table between my mouth and a lighted candle.I spoke my piece and described my memories with automated reflexes. Curdled cottage cheese... - [The Man, the Flask, the Visions](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/30/the-man-the-flask-the-visions/): By: Vipul Lunia Flask to the mouth, eyes closed, you take a sip. Despite the small mouth on the flask, you take a big one. It burns you inside. You shake your head and try to close your already closed... - ['Rama's Exile' and other poems by Ajay Kumar Nair](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/30/ramas-exile-and-other-poems-by-ajay-kumar-nair/): By: Ajay Kumar Nair Rama’s Exile maya stands by the banks of sarayu –the flesh on her feet only grains of sandthat waters of time lick & spit anewas she waits to hold again rama’s hand. what thought of his... - [The Essence of Friendship](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/30/the-essence-of-friendship/): By: Don Tassone The tears in my eyes helped me see more clearly.  From the middle of the church, I could make out the white pall draped over the casket, at rest in the center aisle, just before the Communion... - [Memories of Eli Tonn](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/30/memories-of-eli-tonn/): By: Eric Burbridge             “Funeral homes, I hate them.” Doctor Eli Tonn whispered after he delayed a patient’s appointment so he could view the body of his aunt. He yanked open the huge wooden entrance door and walked into the... - [Tears of Patriots from my land](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/30/tears-of-patriots-from-my-land/): By: William Tubman On the outskirt of west africa;where flames of fire are more than hell,stood my land in the middle of nowhere. Citizens are caged with agony in their own land like a police celland the masses are not... - [Why Writing is Important](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/30/why-writing-is-important/): By: Adam Wan Why do we write? Do we wish to escape into another world? Do we wish to release ourselves and our feelings? Do we wish to gain money and fame or status? Or do we wish to win... - [Roshogolla](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/30/roshogolla/): By: Syed Mujtaba Ali Translated by: Md. Saber -E- Montaha, Senior Lecturer, Department of English, Northern University Bangladesh A friend of mine, Jhanduda, frequents Europe and America. He goes abroad so frequently that seeing him anyone might get confused if... - [And time and again](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/30/and-time-and-again/): By: Paweł Markiewicz and over and over my most lovely dreameriesthe marvelous time will prophesize the philosophyalway the Erlking ensorcells my soulonce more the heart longs for gentle remoteness of poesyand time after time the meek Apollonian bliss-like tearsagain I... - [Planet of Love](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/30/planet-of-love/): By Mahala Spillers  Gareth didn’t have a mirror in his room at the boarding house. He had to imagine that his hair was combed to Magda’s liking. He had been at the boarding house for a long time. The landlords... - ['Songs of Yesterday' and other poems by Bruce Mundhenke](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/29/songs-of-yesterday-and-other-poems-by-bruce-mundhenke/): By: Bruce Mundhenke Songs of Yesterday In Nogales we drank tequila,Sang songs we were meant to forget,Wandered the streets all nightTill the roosters crowed,Then crossed the border and slept.In the daytime we showered in truck stops,Slept on Mount Lemon at... - [The night (Poem with archaic-poetical words)](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/29/the-night-poem-with-archaic-poetical-words/): by Markiewicz Paweł If it becomes darkly in methe meek dream comes into being almost neverthe mind sleeps in the Darkthe night unfolds its wingsthe dreameries are dyingthey are jonesing for the lightsI-Apollo am kissing the nighttimeso that a blackness... - [Our Church](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/29/our-church/): By: Ruth Z. Demming The following was broadcast on WDVR-FM, as are all sermons on the Delaware Valley Radio Network. “I ain’t gonna lie to you,” pronounced Pastor Art Washington. “We done lost seven of our parishioners to the coronavirus.... - [The Park Visit](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/29/the-park-visit/): By: Sheila Vaccaro On a quiet, damp morning in Southeast Pennsylvania, a mother and her young son visit a two-block park at the edge of town.  It is a hazy, earthy smelling square.  Through the center of the park, tall... - [Warm Hands, Cold Knuckles](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/29/warm-hands-cold-knuckles/): By: T. R. Bates “My hands are warm,But my knuckles are cold,” Barbara announces.I tell her it’s because there’s no blood in your knuckles.This is an example of our conversation these days.Her world has shrunk and getting smaller.Observations are minutely... - [Fathoming](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/29/fathoming/): By: Alessio Giussani and Sarah Waring “Can I ask you a personal question?” Although I barely know the work colleague sitting opposite me, something about this lunchtime moment on such a slender terrace encourages directness. Sharing viral downtime is still... - ['Scag Ballet' and 'Dirty Dishes'](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/29/scag-ballet-and-dirty-dishes/): By: Shelby Stephenson SCAG BALLET My son covers his face streaking with grunge.He edges the leaning pole with the Scag.The lime and vines fall good and hard with sludgewhen he hits the clean path, a surprise packed into stretches of... - [Meet Shiva](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/29/meet-shiva/): By William T. Hathaway Shiva is the deity of transcendence, the cosmic force that returns all matter and energy, all manifestation and activity, back to its Source. This return is the final stage of an evolutionary process that begins with... - [Without ever knowing how we got there](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/29/without-ever-knowing-how-we-got-there/): By Rowan Wolf This collection of short stories by Gaither Stewart takes readers on a journey of the human drama; those questions that take us into and out of ourselves; those reflections that question time, history, our interactions with them... - [Terror](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/28/terror/): By: Chandra Shekhar Dubey The day I was born terror had struck the city covered with charred smokefoul smell of roasted flesh and forms.Newly wedded couples shrunk in armsnot in ecstasy of joy but fear of terror. Bathing old man... - ['Middle Class Role Model' and other poems by Richard LeDue](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/28/middle-class-role-model-and-other-poems-by-richard-ledue/): By: Richard LeDue Middle Class Role Model Singing in the kitchenalong again.Hands have no choicebut to smell of dirty dishes.Five day old macaronimore stubbornthan I’ll ever be,while a bluetooth speaker(a Christmas gift)betrays my burden,overflowing garbage canproves my privilege,and the plastic... - [She Belonged](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/28/she-belonged/): By: Natasha Rogers Chapter 1 Every mother contains her daughter in herself and every daughter her mother.                                                                                                            Carl Jung             She had just been born but already her veins pulsed with the blood of her history – the blood and... - ['Grade IV Math Homework' and other poems by Francis Fernandes](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/28/grade-iv-math-homework-and-other-poems-by-francis-fernandes/): By: Francis Fernandes Grade IV Math Homework I’m trying to watch the hockey game,but my daughter the Roman numeral girl,impetuous, bold, but still in needof her own fan base, changes X’s, V’sand C’s and matchstick linesinto the more familiar single-digit... - [Are you Angry](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/28/are-you-angry/): By: Hardeep Sabharwal The text is just floating in the phone,“Are you angry!”The phrase, ‘I know what you have felt’.Is more an irony and less an assumption,And the reply, ‘No’But I hate you as much as I love you,Is not... - [Tempo Rubato](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/28/tempo-rubato/): By: John Best Summer nights in Trestavere, Death andTime enjoy an espresso together.Why not? They can’t hurt each other. But thatnight, down one street twisted, now a secondstreet dank, then a third so narrow, in ahouse whose door is dark... - ['Empty' and other poems by J. K. Durick](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/28/empty-and-other-poems-by-j-k-durick/): By: J. K. Durick Empty What happens in a tourist town when there are no tourist left.The restaurants and tour boats are empty or almost,there are a few locals and families to help keep upappearances, but empty is what empty... - [Shouldn’t a gone](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/28/shouldnt-a-gone/): By Robt. Emmett Doris and Bert were standing on my veranda when I awoke. I hadn’t seen either of them in nearly two decades. Why now, I wondered? “Are you going to ask us to sit?” Bert asked.  “Yeah, sure,”... - ['The Most Beautiful Life' and other poems by Linda Imbler](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/27/the-most-beautiful-life-and-other-poems-by-linda-imbler/): By: Linda Imbler The Most Beautiful Life The only thing needed to improve the world: To read and reread the book of love,to remember the most beautiful things we do,and how we do them in the most beautiful way. Our... - ['The Age of Experience' and other poems by Shruti Mishra](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/27/the-age-of-experience-and-other-poems-by-shruti-mishra/): By: Shruti Mishra The Age of Experience I stepped in utter innocenceThere I stumbled with mere arroganceI sighed at my presenceI was unaware of reverence I learned these peculiarities with experienceI gained this knowledge of enhancementWorld has become disillusioned of... - [Locomotion](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/27/locomotion/): By: Victor Azubike Drag racing- rapid accelerationThe orbit spinsAnd spiralsOn the cartwheels. Effervescence:MassAnd moleculeProportionately in motion. Flashbacks – flashforwardsNimble fingeredEyes on the dashboardEars on the ground for sound- Hapless drunken staggerOn the interstateFated fate on Sunday eveningSurge back and swift... - [Ursula’s Birthday Surprise](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/22/ursulas-birthday-surprise/): By: Jeff Harvey Randall placed three folding chairs around the card table, then added a rolling one with a broken caster. He opened a bottle of wine and poured himself a glass, drinking it like a shot of whiskey. “Make... - [Hospitality](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/21/hospitality/): By: Carlos Delgadillo So many noises were filling the air. Screams, the shouts of soldiers, and of course, a bang! Noah jolted awake, and followed immediately with a wince as a shot of pain radiated from his left leg. He... - [Xspace](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/21/xspace/): By: M. F. Nagel In the morningWhen the stars gather to singLook to the skyAnd seeA chariot wingedA chariotwingedSoaringSoaring star walkersStar walkersFire spitting 2. 1.FireBeyond the edge of dreamsDreamsThe edge of dreamsWhere we have livedLivedSo longSo longAsleep In the morning... - [Review: ‘Hibiscus’ stabs readers with smiles](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/21/review-hibiscus-stabs-readers-with-smiles/): More than our physiques, the COVID-19 pandemic has shrouded, stricken our minds. The scare has hurt more people and caused widespread harm than the virus can ever do. The trust has bottomed out. Attacks on healthcare workers and increasing suicidal... - ['So much for pretty' and other poems by RC deWinter](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/21/so-much-for-pretty-and-other-poems-by-rc-dewinter/): By: RC deWinter so much for pretty i don’t want to wake up with a pretty mansomeone in love with his looks pretty men are fine for those who like themsmooth and urbane and hollowall greased up with the slick... - [Rays of Hope](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/21/rays-of-hope/): By: Sarah Fan “Hey. Hey!” Will cried, chasing after SIM as he burrowed further through the landfill of scrap metal and waste. “Look man, we can’t do this without you.”           SIM turned his head back. It gave a rusted... - ['Fingerprints' and other poems by Alexandra Dreyzin](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/20/fingerprints-and-other-poems-by-alexandra-dreyzin/): By: Alexandra Dreyzin Fingerprints They appeared, first innocuous, disruptingthe dust on my nightstand, a few scattered over a rocking chair,a reminder that I should clean more, do more,better again and again. But with the spring days longer, they have grown... - [Catalyst](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/20/catalyst/): By: Carlos Delgadillo The cold spray of near-freezing muck from the gutter seemed to pounce on me from my right side. Even my umbrella could not protect my gray coat. It now weighed as much as a brick and was... - [The Sweet Sorrows](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/19/the-sweet-sorrows/): By Ahming Zee Carl White passed away. This news has rocked China. My phone never stops ringing. Visitors with cameras are crowding my apartment door for a snippet of White’s life. Too saddened to talk, I have to plan an... - ['The Marathoner' and other poems by LC Gutierrez](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/19/the-marathoner-and-other-poems-by-lc-gutierrez/): By: LC Gutierrez THE MARATHONER Noone beats a man who runs that peacefully.Eyes not even human while he prepares.No stress, no cockiness. The external factorsare sprawled about him. They stretch and breathe deeply,all catch themselves eyeing him for a moment.For... - [Prose Poem](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/18/prose-poem/): By: Maria Schiza Orange peels on the heater, their smell spilled into the room. The sofas worn in. Photographs on the walls, proud, taking up space. Photographs on the shelves, in front of books or tugged in between pages, sentimental... - [Babe Without You Life Is So Blue](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/18/babe-without-you-life-is-so-blue/): By: H.L. Dowless Tears are rolling down my face,I simply don’t know what to do,My mind grasps not time nor space,Since I have no choice but to live without you. I well remember our walks through the park,I savor our... - [King Of Cat](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/18/king-of-cat/): By: H.L. Dowless In the month of April, when the leaves begin to spring from their wooden sepulchers, and the rains fall from the loft of high heaven above, so geared the mighty warrior, Sebastian Oswald for mortal combat. It... - [Too Many Masks](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/18/too-many-masks/): By James Bates Bam! Bam!! Bam!!! “Open up, it’s the police.”             Oh, shit, thought, Bryan, what have I done now? He got out of bed, stumbled over a shoe and fell to the floor. Shit. He got up cursing... - [Alia](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/17/alia/): By: Aruna Subramanian “Wake up Sweety! You don’t want to be late for school, do you?” her mother called out from downstairs. Alia was awake but didn’t get up from the bed. She was looking at the ceiling and wondering... - [I Love You](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/17/i-love-you/): By: Malik Nasla “You were in a crash. Can you tell me your name?” “What’s happening? Who are you?” “Calm down you are fine I just need to know your name” “Emma” “You were riding your bike and lost control... - [Claudia, Berlin](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/17/claudia-berlin/): By Harrison Abbott Ron still thinks about her often in dreams. If indeed thought can be pure within the magical arena of dreamland. It is only when asleep then that a full grief for her can be felt. She plagues... - ['Ilkley Crags' and other poems by Stephen Kingsnorth](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/17/ilkley-crags-and-other-poems-by-stephen-kingsnorth/): By: Stephen Kingsnorth  Ilkley Crags Far from south western sibling torsthese stubby crags emerge from peat,amongst scrag season’s heather, gorse;but mother loved these Yorkshire moorsso different from her Exmoor stags.Yarn Dunster lass, strode tussocks, tufts,the billowed gale, church choir let... - ['Runaway Peacock' and other poems by Anindita Sarkar](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/17/runaway-peacock-and-other-poems-by-anindita-sarkar/): By: Anindita Sarkar Runaway Peacock Like caged birds who shun flightI was oblivious to the wild,until the blue hills beaconed.Through telepathic podcastssanctioned by the rainI confessed to my loverabout my expatriate state.A mob of misfitstheir throats aflame with litany of... - [When the Hurly-Burly’s Done: a prose poetry series](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/17/when-the-hurly-burlys-done-a-prose-poetry-series/): By: Cynthia Pitman “When shall we three meet again?  In thunder, lightning, or in rain?”“When the hurly-burly’s done,When the battle’s lost and won.”                                                                        – Witches, Macbeth, by William Shakespeare i. Conflict             “Conflict: Two forces working against one another.” But that’s... - ['Hide & Seek' and other poems by Aneek Chatterjee](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/17/hide-seek-and-other-poems-by-aneek-chatterjee/): By: Aneek Chatterjee Hide & Seek I play hide & seekwith you, myself.SometimesI do murmur lost songs, favoritepoems, surreal images & when I wake up& land in my swanky office,a surreal painting adornsthe wooden wallI’ve kept a few books of... - ['You are the painter of the world' and other poems by Ajay R. Sawant](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/17/you-are-the-painter-of-the-world-and-other-poems-by-ajay-r-sawant/): By Ajay R. Sawant YOU ARE THE PAINTER OF THE WORLD you are the morning mista stargazer on dayyou ask me to walk on the sidewalk—and walk with me too you are the eternal lier —the hope bearer of allthe... - ['Observer' and other poems by Ida Prose](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/17/observer-and-other-poems-by-ida-prose/): By Ida Prose OBSERVER Seeing through the foggy lens, a glimpseof the world, formerly unnoticedBarren branches and tall trees stoodCuriously puzzled,No one ventured out anymore, no oneglided through the bushesWho then saw the tree and branches?Yet the branches blushed,Being observed... - ['The Missing Link' and other poems by Bishnu Pokhrel](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/17/the-missing-link-and-other-poems-by-bishnu-pokhrel/): By: Bishnu Pokhrel THE MISSING LINK I am that linkand I am missing.I am that which youcrave and seek activelyyet you don’t recognize meI am that missing link in you. You have searchedsearched me in everythingsought me everywhereyet you chose... - ['Kiribati' and other poems by Theresa C. Gaynord](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/15/kiribati-and-other-poems-by-theresa-c-gaynord/): By: Theresa C. Gaynord Kiribati The sun rose, carrying the burnover the previous night’s blackstare. The sea took severalbreaths as the land recededand sank into bloodthirstydepths, spitting out sidewayslapping water from spinningwhirlpools underneath. The clockcontinued its rhythm as argumentsintensified, never... - [Sun and Rain](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/15/sun-and-rain/): By: Saharsh Satheesh It was quite a cloudy day in Greenville. The thick storm clouds cluttered around the sun, obstructing even the slightest ray of sunlight. The dreaded rain season had started just days ago. Subsequently, the occasional patches of... - [Climbing Mount Everest](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/14/climbing-mount-everest/): By Martin David Edwards. A son and his father climb an imaginary Mount Everest. A boy ran into the kitchen. He was wearing Spiderman pajamas, a green facemask and blue latex gloves. His mother was standing at the breakfast counter... - [The Somnambulist](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/14/the-somnambulist/): By Palmer Smith   I fell in love with a somnambulist when I was 26 years old. It was before I really knew him that I fell in love with him. I had always wanted to love a somnambulist, mostly,... - [Obahor](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/14/obahor/): By: Jude Chukwu Obahor is one beautiful place I’ll love to be, over and over again. It had the aura of home, the beauty of a ghetto, the heart of an angel, the swag of a jungle, the memories of... - [The Cat Lover Who Hates Cats](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/13/the-cat-lover-who-hates-cats/): By V. J. Beecham The cat lover who hates cats, that’s what you’d be thinking if you spent a day with my wife and our pet cat.       The cat meowed incessantly. My wife yelled at it to shut-up.      ... - [Tales of Brave Ulysses](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/13/tales-of-brave-ulysses/): By Mark Kodama I.             I saw her standing there near the front of the crowd, below the stage, behind the barricade. She had gold piercings through her nose, above her mouth and above her right eyebrow. Turquoise tattoos covered... - [Let’s Twist Again](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/13/lets-twist-again/): By: Leon Kortenkamp The evening news goes to a commercial break following the weather report.  Heavy rain and twisters are predicted for the Oklahoma Panhandle, but it’s expected to be clear and sunny in Milwaukee.  Molly clicks off the TV... - [Ghostbuster](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/13/ghostbuster/): By: Rose Summer in California is the season to sleep with no blanket. To have no fear of the dark. The heat does this to us. Makes us feel invincible. Or so I thought. ~    ~    ~ It was the... - [Bird of truth](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/12/bird-of-truth/): By: Kathy Abrahams Bird of truth flies highon a cloud of honesty.integrity and loftymoral values.Beams of justice and righteousnessshine on its white feathers.Below souls of the dark aimguns at this beautiful creature.Seek to bring it down with bulletsof lies and... - [Sigal](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/12/sigal/): SENTENCE: Key found the perfect place to hide a body. Someone else must have thought so, too, because Key had barely gone three feet down when his shovel hit bone - [Starlight](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/12/starlight/): By: Bryce Leiberman It is Las Vegasthe stratosphere hotelyou ask me to go to the stardecklook at the starsnothing separating you and the groundexcept aira lot ofairpeering over the edgethree thousand feetI don’t want tonot because of heightssomething deep insidesomething... - [Rebellious Thoughts at the Café De Flore](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/12/rebellious-thoughts-at-the-cafe-de-flore/): By: Gaither Stewart Whether revisionists and debunkers agree or not, the Café de Flore on Paris’ Boulevard Saint Germain is a living institution. Since its founding in 1870 it has existed as a café and a second home for French-speaking... - ['From India with love' and other poems by Mahathi](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/11/from-india-with-love-and-other-poems-by-mahathi/): By: Mahathi FROM INDIA WITH LOVEI come from here, this nation, this terrain,this clay, and this hot lush with darker skinand sweat fragrance…yes, India, my reign,the land of Gods, afreets and weird goblins. Here yonder sprinkles love, the earth breaths... - ['How To Write A Dirge for Liberia'](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/10/how-to-write-a-dirge-for-liberia/): By: Edwin Olu Bestman Begin with its North that is covered in crystal tears,Lips that dip, dwell and drown into silence,With a heart that sleeps in a scattered field Find a route to the West,The west that births darkness admist... - [Anxiety After...](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/10/anxiety-after/): By: Franny Harold nxiety After Eating Fiber Cereal She read up on Coronavirus news for the first time in weeksAnd somehow,Convinced herself she has Type 2 Diabetes. Anxiety After Too Much Sun She wondered, “Am I tired because I’m sick?”Or,“Did... - [Maaya](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/10/maaya/): By: Aruna Subramanian “Cuck-oo cuck-oo….” The clock struck twelve.  “Happy birthday Maaya!” Holographic Susan appeared before Maaya with her bright smile. “Hey, Susan! Thank you, dear! How are you?” Maaya was extremely happy to see her best friend, well her image.... - [Poetry](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/09/poetry-2/): By John Hansen Poetry is never subservient.It is bright flashes of light,breaking the restraints of conformity.The elements of human nature bareon a beautiful pallet—formed into meaningfulimagination.Poetry is a fragrance of extreme delight. ### John Hansen received a BA in English... - [Journeys: "McLeodganj", "Bhutan", and "Jilling Estate"](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/09/journeys-mcleodganj-bhutan-and-jilling-estate/): By: Anannya Uberoi I. McLeodganj McLeodganj does not know the nature ofwounds within these displaced men, andto what degree their pacific smilesjustify their cause. It is humbled withthe rumble of words that rush from thebursting clouds, spelled with syllablessprouting from... - ['Small Feet In Iraq' and other poems by Dalya Kanani](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/09/small-feet-in-iraq-and-other-poems-by-dalya-kanani/): By: Dalya Kanani Small Feet In Iraq The sun,She paints over the homelandWith her glistening shine and hopeGazing as small feet wanderThe streets of Iraq Without interruption or intervention,Bazaars are floodedears ring with commotionSmall feet dance aroundthe colossal magnitude of... - ['Firehouse on Fire' and other poems by Aaron Sandberg](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/08/firehouse-on-fire-and-other-poems-by-aaron-sandberg/): By: Aaron Sandberg “Firehouse on Fire” It was likethe engine locked thered house doors from inside,lit the match, and wishedto be the onebeing saved. ### “Out, Out” Arched back over porcelain tub,I scrubbed all four paws and tailuntil the rinse... - [Kristiansand](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/08/kristiansand/): By: Ronan O’Shea —Your generation is too willing to take it lying down, said Smithson Rodgers. —Oh, matron. —Don’t be facile, Murphy. —Sorry. —Your lot are spoiled. —Rotten. —You’re not used to fighting for what you believe in. —When were... - [House Burning at Night](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/08/house-burning-at-night/): By: Grant Watson I saw it first between the trees, a lightbulb blooming in orange neon – so bright you could have reached in and picked it from the branches like a fruit.  It melted softly through the dark avenues... - [I'm home](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/08/im-home/): By: Damion Hamilton Tommy had been down a long time. Thirty years. He had been a young man when he went away. Now he wasn’t young anymore. He looked in the mirror, there was more than a little grey. But... - [The Bodyguard](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/04/the-bodyguard/): By Mark Kodama I.             I dreamed of the perfect woman hanging on my arm. But who was I to have these silly dreams. Short and uneducated with little in the way of manners, I followed orders. But this was... - [Cyber Wars](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/04/cyber-wars/): By Adam Katcher The only sound was the occasional roar of a truck on the highway nearby. Ryan stared at the screen. Midnight had already passed, and everyone else in the house was asleep. Ryan, like the day, was ready... - ['In loving memory' and other poems by Katrenia M. Busch](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/04/in-loving-memory-and-other-poems-by-katrenia-m-busch/): By: Katrenia M. Busch In loving memory When someone’s lifeIs taken too soonLeaving much strifeLeaving—open wounds It’s hard to findThe right words to expressTo often describeWhat’s here—when you left Leaving this worldBy far—too soon to goAs I’m left behind,Filled with... - [My Mother](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/02/my-mother/): By: Alyssa Sarigumba Walking through the garage doorHearing the sizzling hot panComplementary to the pleasant smell from the kitchenWhat a wonderful mother I dribble the ball towards our basketNoticing one familiar voice from the crowdYelling my name loudly, cheering me... - [HERE I AM: Remembrances of Meeting Cult Novelist Andrzej Kusniewicz in Warsaw](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/02/here-i-am-remembrances-of-meeting-cult-novelist-andrzej-kusniewicz-in-warsaw/): By: Gaither Stewart      The Polish word, jestem—‘I am’, ‘here I am’, ‘present’—seems to define the life of the writer and cult figure for a generation, Andrzej Kusniewicz. On an overcast, pollution-infested Warsaw afternoon over thirty years ago in his crowded... - [It is what it is](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/02/it-is-what-it-is/): By: Carl Palmer I’ve heard it a lot lately. Is it a current clichéor catch phrase, the pat answer recap signalingan end to any further conversation about it ? Like the sobbing boy holding his empty cone,ice cream scoop on... - ['Poison' and other poems by DS Maolalai](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/01/poison-and-other-poems-by-ds-maolalai/): By: DS Maolalai  Poison. I reassure a friendas much as I am able. “it’s alright – it happenedto Summer too.as long as they got her vomitingshe’ll mostly beok. their stomachscan’t get through the skin –not right away. it takes timeand... - [Tell you what](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/01/tell-you-what/): By: Alan Berger I don’t want to live foreverDon’t want to first eitherIf you listen to where I’m coming fromI will make you a believer Tell you why little babyTell you why Although our days are numberedYou’re the one I... - [A Date with Cadence](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/01/a-date-with-cadence/): By Dawn DeBraal David Cooper sat across the table watching Cadence McCaffrey order from the Pizza Shack menu. He winced inwardly with each new item Cadence added to the order. He had a twenty-dollar bill in his wallet. “I’ll take... - [Perspective](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/01/perspective/): By Catherine Kusunoki It was dark once againin a world that wassupposed to be bright.Fully consumed by negative thoughtsI set out to fight. Vastly vain voices are heardOn the outside, my emotionswere covered by a maskwith the hope that nobodyhad... - [The Appeal of Mr. Darcy](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/01/the-appeal-of-mr-darcy/): By Revathi Ganeshsundaram Most female fans of Jane Austen, and of her classic novel Pride and Prejudice, would have been in love with Mr. Darcy at some stage of their lives or the other (or perhaps all their lives) although... - [The Killing](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/30/the-killing/): By: Ken W. Simpson Widowed skies with empty eyesindecently occupiedby tabloid cultures of corruptionengulfed by tyrannywhere the future doesn’t beckonand the day is gone. America only pretends to be a democracy. The people are not free and equal. They are... - [Corona](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/30/corona/): By: Ken W. Simpson An equivocation quiveringbeside a lonely line of transientscaught fleeing from Gatesand forced to wait to be injectedwhile trying to remain safeas recommended by specialistsand refuse to be poisonedby this deadly untested vaccine. American governments have had... - [Our Experiments with Untruths](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/30/our-experiments-with-untruths/): By: Ram Govardhan Much before Darwin’s unpaid voyages around the southern hemisphere, from the very dawn of ethical contemplation, lying has been a topic for serious reflection despite the fact that Homo sapiens had taken to lying as instinctively as... - [Poems: 'The Sibilant Company' and 'Second Innings'](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/30/poems-the-sibilant-company-and-second-innings/): By: Srinivas S The Sibilant Company The rage of winds, the rustling grass,A mourning sea, the mouth of fire,The lap of land as rains arrive—They speak the ending of our namesIn beginning crescendos, faint:They are, they seem to say of... - [I walk](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/30/i-walk/): By Chandra Shekhar Dubey What makes me to walkon the road leaving a world behind.?            A world that I made of my choice            Leaving my fragrant home            Old banyan tree , mango groves            and rippling crops on field            Where cattle... - [A collection of modern ballads, 'Songs of Suicide' by Onkar Sharma released](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/30/a-collection-of-modern-ballads-songs-of-suicide-by-onkar-sharma-released/): As per the WHO, nearly 800,000 people succumb to suicides globally every year. This number is growing every year as mental health specialists struggle to put an end to this pandemic, which is far more dangerous than the COVID-19. Through... - ['The Shovel Man' and other poems by Frank C Modica](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/28/the-shovel-man-and-other-poems-by-frank-c-modica/): By: Frank C Modica The Shovel Manafter Carl Sandburg Every summer Grandpa worked magicin his backyard garden with a shovel in hand.He loved spading dirt over newly seeded beds, setting poles for string beans, sharing the bounty with his family.In... - [Loyalty is the Priority](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/28/loyalty-is-the-priority/): By: Nicole Lane “He can barely walk,” Angel whined to her mother, “we have to take him to get help at the vet.”             “We can’t afford to fix it, honey. We can barely afford your own hospital bills for... - [Review: "Consciousness and the Quantum: The Next Paradigm"](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/28/review-consciousness-and-the-quantum-the-next-paradigm/): By William T. Hathaway At last a book that not only makes quantum physics understandable for general readers but shows how it has practical value for us. Author Dr. Robert M. Oates Jr. presents this abstract, theoretical topic in a... - [Jouska](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/28/jouska/): By: Katherine Wei I intertwine my fingers with the laces of today,as the irregularity of my heartbeatthumps to a seagull’s flight, flapping.If the forgone moments can rip me into clear-cut halves,torn between what ifs and no, that happened already,maybe then... - ['Physis' and other poems by Carson Pytell](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/28/dance-and-other-poems-by-carson-pytell/): By: Carson Pytell Physis The waking hour, upon a high promontorystretching from woods over a mirrored sky. A breeze picks up, tousles matted hair,traces a stiff chill from the neck down. Fifty yards out is a rocky islet, one tree.In... - [Persona Non Grata](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/27/persona-non-grata/): By: Michelle Yang “Do you feel that? Is that an earthquake? Oh, it’s only Brianna walking down the hall,” Lorren snickered, talking to her table as she spotted her favorite pastime.             Brianna walked by with her head down, leaving... - [Bonjour Incertitude](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/26/bonjour-incertitude/): By Alessandro Romero It didn’t hit me when I got out of bed this morning to toss a couple of ground coffee mini- mountains into my French press, or when I looked out the window to see yet another cloud-filled... - [A taste for fear](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/26/a-taste-for-fear/): By: Aldriech Villamor I woke up in the dark, much like the rest of the patients here. It was 6:30 in the morning at the Anglewood Mental Hospital, and I was absolutely drained from the medications they had put me... - [Sea of Glass](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/26/sea-of-glass/): By: Tricia D. Wagner Teo tapped the last nail in the window frame and stepped back. He studied his work—tight seams. Even plumb. The pane clean and full of Baja’s blue ocean rolling behind him. Hanging windows on shanties was... - [Some Men](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/26/some-men/): By: Charlotte Edwards Dear all the men in my lifeCorrectionDear all the toxic men in my life I will not write a poem about youSome men aren’t worth the wordsI won’t romanticize our fightsAnd the way my lungs burnedWhen I... - ['Chimney-sweeper' and other poems by Sinchan Chatterjee](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/22/chimney-sweeper-and-other-poems-by-sinchan-chatterjee/): By: Sinchan Chatterjee Chimney-sweeper I tie a rope around my stomachAnd ask to be lowered again.I hang in the airAnd wipe the four sides of the walls with care:One layer at a time.I sing myself a songAs I go lower... - ['Love Is Like a Black, Black Eye' n 'Playing in Mud' poems](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/22/love-is-like-a-black-black-eye-n-playing-in-mud-poems/): By: donnarkevic Love Is Like a Black, Black Eye I let the coon dogs get outWhen his buddies arriveNo CrownJesus,I do not have a beard to pluckOwe three payments on his truckWhen I go to work, no one asksWhat the... - [Home Fires](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/20/home-fires/): By: Stephen Kingsnorth A line of light at curtain side, above the sill, beside the wallaccompanies the morning call of hoover drone, push then retreat;and then Dad’s brushing, rhythmic, swish to polish shoes,I see him standing, newsprint spread on dining... - [Heart Framed](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/20/heart-framed/): By: Stephen Kingsnorth  David Frank Kingsnorth, 19 January 1946 – 23 June 1947The Happiest day of the year is June 23 according to a recent studycompleted by the Cardiff University in Wales It is his birthday, David Frank,seventy three, still... - [Ashen Egg](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/20/ashen-egg/): By D.C. Mason The letter was typed out neatly on the letterhead of the church school in Knoxville and was signed by their dean of admissions in a black flourish above his name. I could not read the letter but... - ['you didn't deserve me' and other poems by Linda M Crate](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/19/you-didnt-deserve-me-and-other-poems-by-linda-m-crate/): By: Linda M Crate you didn’t deserve me all the oceansi cried for you,should’ve kept to myself;you didn’t deservethem— you only wanted my nakedbody and not my naked soul soyou didn’t deserve the firstof my flowers, either; but that was... - [Moon Passed Cutting](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/19/moon-passed-cutting/): By: Edward Wells One The moon laid a strip of light on the dark ocean. The reflection was soft except for the crests of the waves catching the light sharp and white. The ocean seemed so quiet. “Nothing.” John outlined... - [A Date with Spring](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/19/a-date-with-spring/): By Anita G. Gorman It was spring, finally, at Ashleyville College in the lovely town of Ashleyville, Ohio. Hortense Lilymadden was teaching English 211, Introduction to Fiction, Poetry, and Drama. Her class had forty-seven chairs, and the same number of... - ['Drinks with John' and other poems by Charlie Brice](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/18/drinks-with-john-and-other-poems-by-charlie-brice/): By: Charlie Brice Drinks with John Last night I had a drink in a pub with John Lennon.His hair was short and he wore those rimless glasseshe used to read the world. We had a nice time although he made... - [Robert’s Weekend](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/18/roberts-weekend/): By: Bruce Levine Friday ended without incident. Another week over and Robert Jamison felt that he’d earned his weekend off. As he got ready for the evening he wondered what he’d do. Actually he had no idea. There really was... - [File number 51](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/18/file-number-51/): By: Ken W. Simpson Potholes in the Ocean Infamous legacies from the rich and religiousbetrothed to blandishmentsBlessings from an invisible and mythical deityMan-made and threateningDangerous exhortations from political patriotsdonations happily acceptedPremonitions of revelations granted to heavenas fanciful stories and fablesThe... - [The Decay of Capitalism](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/18/the-decay-of-capitalism/): By: Ken W. Simpson The American Empire is passing into a final stage of decadence. The myth of Christianity is being replaced in the minds of degenerate Americans with the worship of evil – in the form of the occult... - ['Commute' and other poems by John Grey](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/18/commute-and-other-poems-by-john-grey/): By: John Grey COMMUTE An alarm clock rings on the side-table.My head rings in harmony. The cat jumps uponmy curled-up body,tears my dream to shreds. I flick on the radio for company.The station plays a songI’ve heard a thousand times... - [The Dissolution of Assets](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/16/the-dissolution-of-assets/): By: Allison Morgenthaler John and Marcy Long just got into the car after their appointment with the Medicaid lawyer. The lawyer was advising them on what the middle class must do to afford nursing home costs. They can apply by... - [Shimmering Path](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/15/shimmering-path/): By: Saharsh Satheesh The rain just wouldn’t stop. Accompanied by the wind, both screamed for their lives as lightning crackled. The thunder feeling inferior let out a bellow that shook Earth to its core. All the while, I stayed snuggled... - ['A Ghostly Voyage' and other poems by afrophilus](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/15/a-ghostly-voyage-and-other-poems-by-afrophilus/): By: afrophilus A Ghostly Voyage Sunk beneath gloomy shadows,With my radiant smile transformed into a sulking grimI took a journey down memory lane.How ghostly the chasm that separates now from before? Besetting me like a whirlwind,Drove me around like a... - [Afraid](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/15/afraid/): By: Umar YB Not in tilling the land,in harrowing it or inmaking the ridge. Won’t be reluctantto irrigate the fields whenthe heavens are way stingy. Burdens me notto enrich the landwith dung and mulch. My willing hoewould weed the weedswhen... - [The Preferati](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/14/the-preferati/): By: Benjamin Oku “Push! Push!!” Those were the first words I heard as I opened my eyes to this world albeit with some strange creature who had five slender legs pulling me from my mother’s womb. “Congratulations! You are now... - [Who was he? What was he?](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/14/who-was-he-what-was-he/): By Robert Feinstein There are these elderly men …  I don’t think they are actually rabbis, who spend their days roaming through Jewish cemeteries, looking for the bereaved.  Give them a few dollars and they’ll conduct a grave site service in memory of... - [Cancer and its Roots in Hollywood & Bollywood](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/13/cancer-and-its-roots-in-hollywood-bollywood/): By: Jamal M. Siddiqui If you are a person with access to the internet, then you must be aware of the ongoing events of the world. More specifically, you might have even heard of the recent situation in Hollywood and... - [Little Hands](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/13/little-hands/): By: Marc Carver As I went for my runI thought about sneaking out for my second outside of the day and walking in the thunder storms to come.They surely wouldand I may even get hit by lightning,I could wear one... - [Justice](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/13/justice/): By: King Buohien Ediare The cloud amassed ingredientsfor the funeral of the day.First, it was brightwe were masters of the day.Later duskwe started returning to our roots. Now asblack as beneath the grave!Those behind time stumble and trudgein the black... - [Why I Ate So Much](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/13/why-i-ate-so-much/): By James Bates I never did figure out where the voices were coming from, but they were there, that was for sure, day and night, whispering, “Feed us. Feed us, now.” So I did. Boy, did I ever. I was... - [“A Sister” and other poems by Katrenia M. Busch](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/12/a-sister-and-other-poems-by-katrenia-m-busch/): By: Katrenia M. Busch “A Sister” A sister is a friendWho helps in times of needBeing—someone who mendsOur lives as we are— wearied Sisters by bloodOr born otherwiseAs they often shouldBe seen as angels in disguise Aiding as a helping... - [Conversation](https://literaryyard.com/2020/05/12/conversation/): By Chandra Shekhar Dubey Silent night whispered tosalubrious day .“Where have you lost your noise?”The day tweaked -‘in lockdown’I always keep in my sleeve and clockSo do I now-They created malls, shops , restaurantsto keep themselves alive and busy,filled my... - [Apple Crispies](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/02/apple-crispies/): By: Duane L. Herrmann     The middle aged man was still glad to be divorced. The shrill screaming of his wife was beginning to fade away, but not the memory. He didn’t miss her except for one thing: the Apple... - ['A Confusion Of Streetlights' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/02/a-confusion-of-streetlights-and-other-poems/): By: Jason Visconti A Confusion Of Streetlights Houdini leaves his trick puzzling at the cross,The merry-go-round of light has found a wheel,A stray wheel jerked through miles tended to or lost,Red and green soldiers who’ve strayed from their field,The players... - [A Queer Couple](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/02/a-queer-couple/): By: Ram Govardhan Nudging six feet, one the most rational eunuchs in Chennai, Rafael, while tucking pleats of his sari below the jewelled navel, was too careful not to hide the punch-line under the elaborate Cupid tattoo—naked winged boy with... - ['Help, I am a human trapped within the body of a human!' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/02/help-i-am-a-human-trapped-within-the-body-of-a-human-and-other-poems/): By: Ethan Goffman Help, I am a human trapped within the body of a human! Is this body my identity?I didn’t choose it. Did it choose me?Without me it lacks agency.Without it, I can never simply be.Yet who’s this “I,”... - [My Journal](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/02/my-journal/): By: Sheila Henry MyInner Lifeblossoms onpages andcreativity spreads openlike buddingflowers on a Spring morn In humility I sharesecrets of myselfmy feelings and emotionsof doubts of fearsof achievements of daresbeing comforted by thestrokes of my pen I bare my soul on... - [Ovid For Covid: Tales Of Metamorphosis](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/02/ovid-for-covid-tales-of-metamorphosis/): By: john e.c. 3. After feeding him his beef or chicken for supper, she’d leave him at the TV and head for the river. It ran slow and deep past the bottom of the garden. Five weeks into her new... - [Some Wounds](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/02/some-wounds/): By: KD Smith Some wounds defy healing,too deep to reachwithout hurting innocent tissue.Some wounds wait, assumed to be healed,boiling in infection, poised to erupt.One sharp jab, an unexpected blow,and poison follows channels,corrupting all it touches,jangling nerves and rattling what was... - ['Older' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/02/older-and-other-poems/): By: Mark Millicent OLDER On reflection it’s getting cold; on reflection,I’m growing oldMy gate and stride, not as robust.I sit longer than I did, not as active as the kidMusing and smiling at the treasures I keepThe things that I... - [Poems: 'Streetlight' and 'Old Snow'](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/02/poems-streetlight-and-old-snow/): By: Christopher Brooks Streetlights My neighborhood at nightis haunted by ghostsof children playing stickball in the streets.When a car approaches,they yell, “car!” But the car cannot see them;they are ghosts—people of no color whatsoever. The car continues to careenmadly through... - [Hitherto Unknown](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/02/hitherto-unknown/): By: Bruce Levine Hitherto unknown. Jodi wrote down the words and wondered why. What was she thinking about that caused her to contemplate the idea? Yes, it was part of a dream, but she couldn’t remember the dream either. Had... - [Inner Dark Room](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/02/inner-dark-room/): By: Charles Gibson Darkness resides in the individuals,which sit in a small dark room.Their souls are vexed with impurities.Evil men who have no good dwellingin them. Their thoughts are those ofoverseers who seek to oppresstheir own inhabitants. Void of amicrometer... - [The Neglected Wife](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/02/the-neglected-wife/): By K. A. Williams Barry was a workaholic and the manager of an appliance store. His new assistant manager was named Jake. People liked Jake. Barry and Anne, his wife, had even invited Jake and his wife Doris for dinner... - [Class Struggle in 'The Boatman of The Padma River'](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/02/class-struggle-in-the-boatman-of-the-padma-river/): By: Mohammad Jashim Uddin Literature is the reflection of social picture and human life. It highlights the socio-economic condition, religious belief and its impact on human being, changes of the world, ecology and environmental issues, dark-sides of the capitalism, political... - [Put on your red dress](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/02/put-on-your-red-dress/): By: Alan Berger I made a promise to myself that the only voice I was going to listen to would be my own. Except, my wife’s. I like that voice of hers. Right now, she is most likely having lunch... - [Hey you, it's been a long while](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/02/hey-you-its-been-a-long-while/): By: H.L Dowless Hey you,hey!,it’s been quite awhile.Hey you,hey,it’s been a long country mile.Hey you,hey,I still like your style,your midnight black hairand your glittering red smile. I glanced into our high school annualjust the other day,you were such a glowing,... - [Poems: 'My Rambunctious Garden' and 'Late at night'](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/01/poems-my-rambunctious-garden-and-late-at-night/): By: Priya Anand My Rambunctious Garden My rambunctious garden, a name I unabashedly borrowfrom a book in my daughter’s burgeoning libraryIs filled with a melange of plants thrown together in a frenzySpindly curry leaf rubs shoulderswith an elegant Parijat who... - ['Anticipation' and other works](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/01/anticipation-and-other-works/): By: Carl Papa Palmer Anticipation She watches the officer’s precise approach in her rear view mirror, grips the steering wheel tightly keeping both hands in plain sight at ten and two. Not the first time in this situation, she recalls... - ['trespass' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/01/trespass-and-other-poems/): By: Sam Barbee / trespass / lamp post beside my happy gate / its hinge-pin creaks /holly bush’s red berries / lush lawn, swept sidewalk. oak tree silhouette blackens neighbor’s yard /a bough-stamp of roots / like fingers’ dark-gnarl. leafless... - [Olman and Missus R](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/01/olman-and-missus-r/): By Jim Woessner We only ever saw the Rausches in the summer. They were an elderly couple that lived in Jeff City and only came to the river on weekends. Their place wasn’t far from ours, just downriver a hundred... - ['Early' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/01/early-and-other-poems/): By: J.K. Durick Early This early the streetlightsbegin losing their battlewith darkness are slowly replaced by the sunby morningits beauty silent, bare something whispers “fiat lux”and then thereis This early we get to seeday begin this waythe sky wins colors... - ['The Way Poets Go On About Birds' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/01/the-way-poets-go-on-about-birds-and-other-poems/): By: Lisa Creech Bledsoe The Way Poets Go On About Birds (My Secret Poem Name is Swan) True, we do go on, having had our organic yogurtwith bran on the porch as the sun rises. Jesushow could we not, after... - ['If that museum is ever' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/31/f-that-museum-is-ever-and-other-poems/): By: Ricky Garni F THAT MUSEUM IS EVER hit by a tornado,Alexander Hamilton’s hairwill land on Harry Houdini’sOuija Board What’s left of the world’s smallest mermaidwill settle upon Bigfoot’s foot. ### ARCHIVES this man filmed his wife as a child.and... - [Penthelm](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/31/penthelm-2/): By Edward Wells The river comes at Penthelm, in its depression, from the southeast. Before reaching the town, the river curves to the northeast around the natural levy of the ridge. It circles the town, back toward the southeast, slowly... - [Widower](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/31/widower/): By: Sam Paget You win some; you lose some, as I always say. My father always said it, and now so do I. I’ve said it to my old pal Paul quite a few times. Our wives were friends from... - [Lillian and the Shack](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/30/lillian-and-the-shack/): By: Janet Brown                 When I was a young girl, there was a little, old, brown house that was situated down from where I lived.  This house, which was really a shack, would actually serve as a home for many... - ['A Pilgrim’s Progress' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/30/a-pilgrims-progress-and-other-poems/): By: Michael Foldes A Pilgrim’s Progress A fish can only feed so many flies.So the earth makes a lowly home for the worm.How complete the visitor who sharesexperience with the stranger.We meditate in crowded rooms as easilyas on the Holy... - [Two Phone Calls](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/30/two-phone-calls/): By: Harvey Huddleston He’d just hung up with his mom from their facetime call.  It had been a good one.  She’d said a few times that she couldn’t hear him so he’d spoken louder, a little worried that he might... - [Screwdriver Mathematics](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/30/screwdriver-mathematics/): By: Carl Papa Palmer  Lying up under the caron the floor of my garageI see his little feet arrive,the shadow of his headbending down to ask,“Whattaya want, Dad?” “Hand me that number two Phillipson the workbench over there, son.” I... - [William Hogarth](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/30/william-hogarth/): By: Alan Ford A moral satirist.Pimps and politicians meetromantics and radicalswith no class distinction. A Rake’s Progresswith bloodline infectedby patriarchal contagiontravel sick in embryo. A Harlot’s Progressportrays seductress as victimsafe-guarding hypocrisyfor respectable women. Marriage A- La- Modesees mercenary couplingswho are... - ['Morning Frost' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/28/morning-frost-and-other-poems/): By: Christian Garduno Morning Frost I’m listening to your cassette and I’m wearing your t-shirtguess you could say I’m in your moodit’s a sure thingyou know I’d love toyes, yes, yessummer calls and the wind tastes like wineletters are sent,... - [The Love Goddess: An Elegy](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/28/the-love-goddess-an-elegy/): By: Stephen Faulkner             The man stood silently at the podium, looking over the massively gathered congregation of solemn, sodden gray faces before him. He coughed twice to clear his throat and then, in a commanding voice, spoke. ***            ... - [The Tale of an Overweight Rebel](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/28/the-tale-of-an-overweight-rebel/): By: David Whippman Ask a random section of the reading public to name a novel by George Orwell, and the overwhelming response will be either Animal Farm or 1984.  My personal favourite, though, is the lesser-known Coming Up for Air.... - [Dust to Dust](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/28/dust-to-dust/): By: A. Elizabeth Herting The sheet snaps crisply in the wind, perfectly white, a blank canvas hanging on a line. A woman, neither young nor particularly old, bends over a large, wicker basket. Her hands are large and red, prematurely... - [A Private War](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/28/a-private-war/): By: Kathleen Williams Renk In 1975, sixteen-year-old Pham Quan bowed to his parents and ancestors and left his family’s home in Vietnam with his sister.  They escaped the fall of Saigon and traveled to America, while hiding under a tarp... - [The origin of dust](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/28/the-origin-of-dust/): By: Karoline Wimmer Dust settles on matterspartly unseen,Dust settles on distancenot the dream,Dust settles on worldslong discovered,Dust settles on seas,yet to be uncovered. Curious it is,and curious it may seem,to dust as it floatsaway from the dream,to rest on a... - ['Apulian Trulli' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/28/apulian-trulli-and-other-poems/): By: Christian Ward Apulian Trulli Dovetailed roofs shapedlike witch hats dominatethe Apulian landscape,their whitewashed exteriorsborrowed from idyllic tourist filmsespousing la dolce vita. Having been constantly built,taken down and rebuilt to avoidthe taxman, their walls brightenat the sight of tourists who... - [Hysteria, Foucault, and Feminism: Resistance in Psychiatric Power and Phallogocentric Discourse](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/28/hysteria-foucault-and-feminism-resistance-in-psychiatric-power-and-phallogocentric-discourse/): By: Ilgin Yildiz Hysteria as a disease has over 4000 years of history. Freud invented psychoanalysis on the basis of his work with female hysterics like ‘Dora’ (Ida Bauer). In 1952, with the elimination of the word ‘hysteria’ as a... - [Hello, you](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/28/hello-you/): By: Philip Charter It was all about the minor details. Move things around too much and she’d notice. As well as having elephant-like ankles, she had a memory like one too. I nudged things an inch to the left one... - [Silent Love](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/28/silent-love/): By: Mohammad Jashim Uddin How long have we knocked each other?Historians like Herodotus, Thucydides, and Ibn RustahCannot complete writing the history of our love,They might have failed since it’s longer than that of history you guessed. Waters are enough to... - ['Bureau of yokels' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/28/bureau-of-yokels-and-other-poems/): By: Stefan Splawinski Bureau of yokels subjected to much ridiculeperennial objects of fungivers of the worlds breadjust as essential as the sun so beware of good shepherdswho herd man not the beastthose who promise abundanceyet never provide the feast the... - [The Father and the Son](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/28/the-father-and-the-son/): By Arron Thomas Chris sat feeling his bald head. He ran his hand across the naked scalp, as he remembered better days.  He stared blankly into the mirror. Lost in his own gaze. A loud call from downstairs was not... - [The Frantic Man](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/28/the-frantic-man/): By Ashley Summerfield ‘Jack Fontaine?’ The man leapt from his chair, and scurried across the empty waiting room in record time. Following the Doctor into the room he looked around. The room was small and relatively bare, save for a large... - ['Epilogue' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/27/epilogue-and-other-poems/): By: Richard Puglisi Epilogue What is it?You wantThat you’re content with to haveThen when it goesYou find something elseThen when that goesYou look for it againBut one day your search comes to an endAnd there is nothing else leftWhich way... - [Uncle Tommy](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/27/uncle-tommy/): By Ruth Z. Deming There were boyfriends and there were boyfriends and then there was You! We met at a dance in a Germantown, PA church. A plaque out front read, “Built with brownstones, in 1895.” Was it ever crowded!... - [Comeuppance](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/27/comeuppance/): By: Michal Reiben David’s sister Dana is pacing back and forth over his terracotta tiled kitchen floor, her face rigid with tension, “Do you remember our cousin Arie?” she finally blurts out. “Sort of, what about him?” “He got in... - ['I Should’ve Learned the Breaststroke' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/27/i-shouldve-learned-the-breaststroke-and-other-poems/): By: Georgia Sutherland I Should’ve Learned the Breaststroke If life is a pool, I’ve plunged to myDeath, watching Time watching mewatching Time as my arms flailabove ripples, my cries drownin laughter, some gleefully floatabove bold white clouds, the sun blushesstaring... - ['Is There Anything Colder Than Polite?' and one more poem](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/27/is-there-anything-colder-than-polite-and-one-more-poem/): By: Angela Moore Is There Anything Colder Than Polite? Thinking of…All those cold numb smiles.Time that rewinds and festers.…Chased with pleasant plastic speeches….Unpolished truths that somehow remain unsaid,muted by talks of sun and rain.Thinking of…All those polite gestures. ### A... - ['Doing What He Loved' and other poems by Dan Holt](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/27/doing-what-he-loved-and-other-poems-by-dan-holt/): By: Dan Holt Doing What He Loved He alwayssat on the porchsmokingfilterless cigarettesall the way downuntil they burned his fingers He wouldtoss them in the yardand light another One daythe dry grasscaught fire He just sat therein his shortsand undershirtsmokingand... - [The Shakespearean sonnet about my dog](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/27/the-shakespearean-sonnet-about-my-dog/): By: Paweł Markiewicz You hound are a starry night over fog,fallen in love with the Epiphany.The moon may be mine! Told the moony dog.With you tender garden – is so dreamy. Bewitchment of stars, your ability.Your hunting is dearer observation.A... - [A Murder of Crows](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/27/a-murder-of-crows/): By: Ken Kapp Once upon a time, pre-COVID-19 time, there was a clever fox, a vain crow, and a piece of cheese. And if you’re thinking that was a long time ago, you’d be correct. In fact, in those days... - [Spilt Milk](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/27/spilt-milk/): By: Stella Chidinma Nnaji I should not havebut it is tiring, that day.The sun still shines just so,the sky’s still bluenothing wants to changeeveryone wants to tell meof that day I don’t like.Nothing will changeso I will change.I have put... - [Pain](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/27/pain/): By: Mohammad Jashim Uddin Pain, pain, and painhe can still remember everythingand it still kills him every timeas is waiting for her with a heart of pain. he can still remember everythinghow she treats himhow he feels about herbut don’t... - [Factor](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/26/factor/): By: Alex Andy Phuong Mathematic computationOrganized organizationWillingly decidingThe next right choiceGiving oneselfAs well as othersA voiceTo enhanceAnd enchantBy making decisionsAs well as revisionsTo ensure that whatMust be saidIs factored inAnd has been taken intoConsideration - [What Comes Next: The World After Postmodernism](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/26/what-comes-next-the-world-after-postmodernism/): By: Adam Wan Postmodernism—a cultural, philosophical, artistic, literary, and architectural movement that emerged in the latter half of the twentieth century, and twenty or so years into the twenty-first century, the movement has laid down the very foundation of contemporary... - [2021 Dawns 21 Haiku](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/25/2021-dawns-21-haiku/): By: Jake Cosmos Aller Index 2021 Dawns 21 HaikuDear Republicans, What Is Wrong with You?The Revolution Next TimeZombie Ideas Do Not DieThere Is A Great Sense of Unrest ###  Dawns 21 Haiku 2021DawnsPolitics are still uncertain.thousands still are dying. 2021DawnsThe... - ['Back Alley' and other poems by Roger G. Singer](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/25/back-alley-and-other-poems-by-roger-g-singer/): By: Dr. Roger G. Singer BACK ALLEY a single lineof open space,a passagebetween agingbrick wallsshadowed withmoments of sun,where liesand promisespause randomly,standing unsteadyin conversation,whispering likethieves,discussing secretsuntil choosingseparate pathsto unknowns ### CLEARLY he sits,sipping his teaon a porchbefore meadowsand mountainsfamiliar to hisvoice... - [Unwitting Encounters with the Creature](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/25/unwitting-encounters-with-the-creature/): By: Sultana Raza Forced to shelter indoors in 1818, the year without a summer, Mary Shelley brought one of the most famous monster to life at the Villa Diodati in Geneva. Little would she know that the spring and autumn... - [A Monster Marriage](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/25/a-monster-marriage/): By Abraham Ajani Fear and hate are the only feelings Akam has for his dead father while he watches his bride’s father walk her down the aisle. Fear because his father always appears in his dreams like he always threatened.... - [Snuff Films Are Not Real](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/25/snuff-films-are-not-real/): By: Shahbaz Khayambashi It was no different from any other day. She woke up once again, having no idea that, today, her life would end. *** Valerie awoke to a new day with the sound of her ringing cell phone.... - [The dreamery inshore](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/24/the-dreamery-inshore/): By: Paweł Markiewicz A dreamed ship has gone agroundat the most marvelous and dreamiest afterglow.The mast adverts to orientation ofa tender Morning star.Seafarers died at midnightfeeling the sea-like fantasy.The wind wrenched a canvas,such a Golden Fleece,to the piratical islands.The sea... - [The Eclipse](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/24/the-eclipse/): 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... - [Hydrogen](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/23/hydrogen/): 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... - [Little Things](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/22/little-things/): 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... - [My Thoughts on an Obituary](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/22/poems-a-little-bird-and-my-thoughts-on-an-obituary/): 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... - [What Next?](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/21/what-next/): 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... - [In The Paradise](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/21/in-the-paradise/): 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... - [Fade to Grey](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/19/fade-to-grey/): 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... - [Meshugas](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/19/meshugas/): 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... - [An L.A. Tale](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/19/an-l-a-tale/): 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.... - [Black Op Blog](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/19/black-op-blog/): 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.... - ['Jan - the anniversary of his death' and other poems by Stephen Kingsnorth](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/17/jan-the-anniversary-of-his-death-and-other-poems-by-stephen-kingsnorth/): By: Stephen Kingsnorth Jan – the anniversary of his death I doubt you’ve ever heard of him,mere footnote, nation’s history,a martyr, cold war, distant past,in black and white, even the flame,but I was adolescent then. Jan Palach, student, name burned... - ['The Search' and other poems by K.V. Raghupathi](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/17/the-search-and-other-poems-by-k-v-raghupathi/): By: Dr K. V. Raghupathi The Search Scratching and scraping the ashesto find his father’s on the banks of Gangaas the silken evening light stretches over the gentle flow.Tireless in mid-summer“What are you looking for?”“For the ashes of my father.”“Sixteen... - [Scream](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/17/scream/): By: Benedict Ofora Okonkwo I felt bad within any time I see itThe hatred it create was a force that shook meHe should die a painful deathThe very thing I’m trying to run away from caught me between my legsHe... - [The ‘World Unseen’](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/17/the-world-unseen/): By: Raj Ratanmala I got awaken by the mellifluous twitter,of a bunch of nightingales;Perceived myself in a peculiar world ,Trees with golden leaves , rivers of pearls,That amiable silence unheard ,Like the sleeping Matterhorn left undisturbed. “Where am I?” ,... - [Stop and Think](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/16/stop-and-think/): By: Dee Z. Black like a smooth rock in the sunYellow like a goldfinch and wriggling side to side right in front of the man’s footstepThe skinny snake side-winded across the stone and into a hole, a garden drain pipeThe... - [Ships that Pass in the Night](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/16/ships-that-pass-in-the-night/): By Barbara Dolan             “Do ships that pass in the night eat together?”             Walking down to the dorm cafeteria, Bethany heard someone say something, but assuming they weren’t talking to her, she just kept walking and entered the cafeteria.... - [Penthelm](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/08/penthelm/): By: Edward Wells             The river comes at Penthelm, in its depression, from the southeast. Before reaching the town, the river curves to the northeast around the natural levy of the ridge. It circles the town, back toward the southeast,... - ['When Death Came Knocking' and other poems by Arundhathi Anil](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/08/when-death-came-knocking-and-other-poems-by-arundhathi-anil/): By: Arundhathi Anil When Death Came Knocking When Death came knocking at my front door,I put on a cloak,Stepped out and cast a final glance back,For I intended to go. Through his lanky armsI laced my handsLike a belle and... - [The Great Romance of Shiva and Shakti](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/08/the-great-romance-of-shiva-and-shakti/): A cosmic love story celebrated on Mahashivratri (March 11) By William T. Hathaway Long ago in Brahma-loka, the abode of the Gods, Lord Shiva was passionately in love with Mahashakti and determined to marry her. But one big problem prevented... - [I weep](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/05/i-weep/): By Nancy Machlis Rechtman I weep for our countryAnd the promise ofWho we could beAnd should beShredded by craven acts of violenceAnd hatred. We get so close sometimesThere is still so much goodStruggling to overcomeThe purposeful divisionsThat keep us from... - [Tags](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/04/tags/): By: Sterling Warner Leo seemed destined to become a body modification master. His peculiar interest in appearance started when he noticed his mother developing skin tags. “Hey mom,” Leo announced one afternoon. “After a bit of research, I bought some... - [Beguiling Smiles](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/04/beguiling-smiles/): By: Shrey Verma A boy of twelve or thirteenMeanders the boisterous streets,Covered by a dirty and ripped shirtWhich leaves his body exposed to the worldLike his childhood to wretchedness.During the day,He blends surreptitiously into the crowdTo find pockets to pickAnd... - ['Blue nostalgia' and other poems by Lazarus](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/04/blue-nostalgia-and-other-poems-by-lazarus/): By: Lazarus Blue nostalgia In blue nostalgia—I am sinking,and I am nowhere to be found,I’ve descended in her deepnessand I keep on going down. darkness engulfs meas waters become colder,my lungs collapseunder my shoulders. but in obscurity there is groundpiercing... - ['The Great Schism' and other poems by Stephan Tashoff](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/03/the-great-schism-and-other-poems-by-stephan-tashoff/): By: Stephan Tashoff The Great Schism My bright side is in the morning light.When noon tolls,darkness encroaches the bordersof my soul.There is a March on the cornerof my greatness.Yet the smile from a flower’s stemcan send me weightless.There is a... - [Sticky Situation](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/03/sticky-situation/): By: Carl Papa Palmer In my sister-in-law’s bathroom, sometime after midnight, unable to locate her light switch, I leave the door open for some visibility from a night lamp in the hall. Washing my hands and wishing I had my... - [It’s Never Too Late for a First Snow](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/03/its-never-too-late-for-a-first-snow/): By: Charis Negley “Kit, come here, quick! Look!”             Kit rushed to the window to find his girlfriend with her hands plastered to the glass like a little child.             He removed her hands from the window, holding them in... - ['Letter to my hater' and other poems by Umar YB](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/03/letter-to-my-hater-and-other-poems-by-umar-yb/): By: Umar YB LETTER TO MY HATER Take these words in a wayThat’s okay to youThey carry the truthI wish you knew:All waters and the winds,The constelletions afar,Greens, marines, mammals,And birds of all featherAnd I, love one another. My dear... - [Like Flying](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/03/like-flying/): By: Alan Berger A mean drunk some of the timeA body and mind of loveliness most of the timeHer love will never be mine We all have our addictionsAll are sublimeSome we kickMost we can’t lickWhich is fineShe is mine... - ['Staying indoors' and other poems by Adam Lee](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/03/staying-indoors-and-other-poems-by-adam-lee/): By: Adam Lee Staying indoors How are we meant toescape from thoughtwhen all the activated portalshave shrunk and closedup like the ragged headsof flowers in a summer drought? We are like that wandering ghostwho struggles to re-enterthe locked, richly furnishedmansion... - ['Being lonely' and other poems by Ezewuzie Nkiruka](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/02/being-lonely-and-other-poems-by-ezewuzie-nkiruka/): By: Ezewuzie Nkiruka Being lonely Many are scared of the dark,some are scared of wild animals,some are scared of death,others are scared of insects and strange creaturesbut nothing scares me more than the thought of being lonely.Having no one by... - ['Virus in the Air, Spasms in my Back' and other poems by Michael Lee Johnson](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/02/virus-in-the-air-spasms-in-my-back-and-other-poems-by-michael-lee-johnson/): By Michael Lee Johnson Virus in the Air, Spasms in my Back There’s a virus in the air, but I can’t see it.People are dying around me, but I can’t save them.There are spikes pierced in my back,spasms, but I... - [Gulls of Gowanus](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/01/gulls-of-gowanus/): By: Emalisa Rose I go for the wounded firstoffering a bag fill of what’sleft in the fridge; some daysi bring macaroni Roy says most likely his clawgot cut off in a fight; you cansee he’s the bull in the bunch.I... - [The Switch](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/01/the-switch/): By Alfred L. Horowitz Howard felt exhilarated, for he had just finished a successful morning business meeting in Tryon, North Carolina. He and his wife lived in California, but had only moved there one year ago from Asheville, North Carolina,... - [Never Talk To Strangers](https://literaryyard.com/2021/02/28/never-talk-to-strangers/): By K. A. Williams The young woman dressed in a tee shirt and blue jeans was talking with an elderly man outside the grocery store as I walked toward it through the parking lot. After the man went inside the... - [Little Credence](https://literaryyard.com/2021/02/28/little-credence/): By Harrison Abbott 24th Nov 2020 I used to think it was the birds that woke me up. But now I’m sure that I wake up for them. I used to hate being so near the window. Now it’s the... - [The Push](https://literaryyard.com/2021/02/28/the-push/): By: Alison Goeller She wasn’t sure why she had deliberately banged her head against the door jamb that night. Or why she had asked his permission beforehand. She guessed it was her way of diffusing the frustration she felt at... - [Playdate](https://literaryyard.com/2021/02/28/playdate/): By Kajetan Kwiatkowski Tricia leashed the gentle giant, combed the fur around his collar, and gave him a prolonged, bombastic kiss. She fought the instinct to sling on the delivery vest hanging from her back door, there was always extra... - [St. John's Mission](https://literaryyard.com/2021/02/28/st-johns-mission/): By: Janet Brown                 I was standing by the entrance to the dining area of St. John’s Mission when an old disheveled guy came waltzing in slowly, with a “far away” look in his eyes, trance-like, smelling like old sweat... - [Morder](https://literaryyard.com/2021/02/28/morder/): By John Blair She’s gone and it’s all my fault. Loneliness is just a word, but it sure can choke you. A few steps out of the door and my sore eyes are treated to the neighbors’ well tended lawns.... - ['Tequila' and other poems by Christopher Brooks](https://literaryyard.com/2021/02/28/tequila-and-other-poems-by-christopher-brooks/): By: Christopher Brooks Tequila I like a glass tequilawhen I sit to writea poemat night. The quiet in my roomis a delight,quitestill. The glass is thinits rim is finethe taste is sharp— piquant. ### Physics I tripped. And suddenly I... - [Tails from the Whirligig](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/29/tails-from-the-whirligig/): By: Stephen Kingsnorth From swirling wash to swirling stringon spinning top is this world of spin.Stick-sprout upturned umbrella ribs,invert pyramid, caged cup, gust dip,with no still pocket for retreat, butupdraught airs sight-hidden weave. The way the breeze is turning, likeVicar... - [Feel the Hope](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/29/feel-the-hope/): By Edson Sambala There are tough moments in life,Times when grudge expressed in words,Pulling down efforts invested for the future,Though water which has been poured downIt’s hard to have it in a bucket again, but stillThere is strength in the... - ['Unrequited' and other poems by Ken W. Simpson](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/29/unrequited-and-other-poems-by-ken-w-simpson/): By Ken W. Simpson Unrequited Flushed out by anger and doubtswith nothing left but a black abyssto escape from life’s cruel realityfor hopeful unfulfilled anticipation. ### Cultural Values In the waste-bin of misused momentsDissolute days bequeathed in angerLeft to ride... - ['Daring the sea' and other poems by Umar YB](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/28/daring-the-sea-and-other-poems-by-umar-yb/): By: Umar YB DARING THE SEAS Daring the seas, Come what may.  Ready to know The tidal kindness Or the kind Of its deceit.   If I cross the swells, Safe and sound, To the other coast, That’s my wish.  And, if I wanderOn the highs That I sink In... - [The Hill](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/27/the-hill/): By: Don Tassone Henry Valentine sat straight up in bed, awakened by the morning sun, thinking he had overslept.  Confused, he looked over at his clock.  7:18.  His heart raced.  Is this Saturday?  Yes, it’s Saturday.  Thank God.  For a... - [Subtle Matter: Where the physical and spiritual unite](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/27/subtle-matter-where-the-physical-and-spiritual-unite/): By William T. Hathaway Dr. Klaus Volkamer’s new book, “Weighing Soul Substance”, builds bridges across the gulf that has separated science from spirituality, materialism from mysticism. It confirms the reality of auras, clairvoyance, remote viewing, psychokinesis, telepathy, and precognition, and... - ['Bring home the glory' and other poems by EG Ted Davis](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/27/bring-home-the-glory-and-other-poems-by-eg-ted-davis/): By: EG Ted Davis Bring home the glory ‘Tis time for payback,the Chinese holiday is over,shall we impart great tariffshell yeah, says the American worker,your economy hasprospered off of our’sand left our backs sweatless,bring home the great industrial complex-says the... - [The Gazebo](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/27/the-gazebo/): By: Linda Barrett                                                               Ron didn’t want to come on the New Directions road trip but his stepbrother, Tim, forced him into it. Agnes DellaRossa, the support group’s leader recommended it to him when she called him earlier that morning.... - ['Utilitarian Beauty' n 'The Puzzling Piece'](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/25/utilitarian-beauty-n-the-puzzling-piece/): By: Arinda duPont Utilitarian Beauty She wasn’t exactly beautiful. She had been called intriguing,but most days she looked more practical than exotic. Her utilitarian look was an acquired taste. If you could get past the blotchy skin and naturally red... - ['america’s backyard' and other poems by Tara Davoodi](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/25/americas-backyard-and-other-poems-by-tara-davoodi/): By: Tara Davoodi america’s backyard as i sit there, diggingi can’t help but thinkthat all of this is futile. scooping out soil fromthe embalmed earth,planting rotten seeds. ancient stones, quartz and graniterecovered in sweaty palmsdarkness burrowed under fingernails, nothing but... - [Bad Neighbors](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/25/bad-neighbors/): By: Sally Smithson They never liked Brad.  When they moved in, and they were lugging the cardboard boxes up the driveway, there he stood across the street.  His arms were crossed, and he was scowling.  They could see a toothpick... - [The soup war](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/25/the-soup-war/): By: Beatriz Moisset In Argentina there is a type of pasta that we call ammunition pasta. It is used mostly to make soups. The name describes the shape perfectly. In Italian, it is called pastina, but this name also applies... - [New poetry collection 'Rocky Landscape With Vagrants' is just out](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/25/new-poetry-collection-rocky-landscape-with-vagrants-is-just-out/): Gary Glauber’s new poetry collection, Rocky Landscape with Vagrants, is just out and available on Amazon. One of the poems in the collection ‘Making Memories’ was first published in Literary Yard. Published by Cyberwit, the collection runs into 109 pages... - [The Last Frontier](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/24/the-last-frontier/): By: Alan Swyer “What?” Eddie Faber asked, answering his cell after seeing his ex-wife’s name on caller ID. “I need you back in LA,” Carolyn announced. “I’m covering the Dodgers in Spring Training.  I can’t just leave.” “Nicky’s in the... - [The Outbuilding](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/24/the-outbuilding/): By: James Bates Maggie and I were relaxing watching television. Finally, I couldn’t contain myself any longer and made a big point of clearing my throat as a prelude to what I felt I had to say. In response, she... - [Hazy and cool](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/24/hazy-and-cool/): By Eric Burbridge             Lucas Byrd’s love of the Independent Party was short lived when they passed Medicare reform. The budget demanded cuts, those cuts required seniors his age who passed certain criteria to work fifteen hours weekly, in whatever... - ['Our Innocent Sin' and other poems by KJ Hannah Greenberg](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/24/our-innocent-sin-and-other-poems-by-kj-hannah-greenberg/): By: KJ Hannah Greenberg Our Innocent Sin Danube’s green-leafed lilies,Weser’s sapphire, silky skin,Elbe’s pure auburn sunlight,                   our innocent sin. Hochblassen’s famous song birds,Zugspitze’s awfully daunting din,Wetterwandeck’s strident silence,                          our innocent sin. Hamburg’s sundry fishing wharfs,Cologne’s caravans, its olden inns,Stuttgart’s fully fanciful fountains,                             our... - [Review: ‘East of Eden’](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/23/review-east-of-eden/): By: Christine Baek  John Steinbeck opens with a painstaking depiction of the Salinas Valley, his childhood home, and allows both his adoration and familiarity with the landscape to bleed into his descriptions: “The Salinas Valley is a long narrow swale... - [Bar Behaviour 101](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/23/bar-behaviour-101/): By: Ian C Smith At fourteen, wearing my work overalls, so looking older, I breast the bar’s murmuring buzz after pushing through the sesame door.  Payday, air blue with cigarette smoke, a swearing stew.  Women, not allowed in this jingoistic... - [Opting In](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/23/opting-in/): By: Emma Bennison The ship’s horn blasted long and loud as the majestic Pacific Jewel picked up speed. The sun glinted brilliantly off the clear waters of Sydney Harbour. Jason heaved a sigh of relief. Finally, his holiday could begin.... - ['Citizen' and other poems by Wilson Taylor](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/22/citizen-and-other-poems-by-wilson-taylor/): By: Wilson Taylor Citizen There is a city in the treesand a genius in the flowers, stamenswhispering to bees. A squirrel’s call,the undulating flight of a finch, the divotin the grass; I am a blunt instrumenthere to recordthe trickle of... - [The Bread](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/22/the-bread/): By: Alan Berger  Know what it was that inspired his decision?  It was when he saw that Donald Trump Jr. grew one and even though he looked liked a mad dog foaming at the mouth, ears, and nose with crappy... - [Dinner with Daddy](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/21/dinner-with-daddy/): By: Anna Villegas Fawn follows Tammy into the women’s restroom as soon as the hostess shows them to their table.  Taking Daddy out to dinner for Father’s Day was the last-minute Saturday night thought of Earl, Fawn’s brother.  But lately... - [The Baggy](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/21/the-baggy/): By: Mike Sharlow The house on 27th Street was nicknamed “The Baggy” which was ironically appropriate. Large areas of the asphalt siding were gone, compromised with age and torn off from wind. The boards underneath, the original siding from when... - [Fury is my name](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/20/fury-is-my-name/): By Russell Waterman “Sterling, dearie, nobody likes a grumpy wumpy. Here, let’s turn that frown upside down,” his mother leered as she stretched his lips into a deformed jokers smile. In a snit, the young boy pushed his mother’s hands... - [Roots](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/20/roots/): By: Erin Weber Boss  Ron had roots in the community. He was grown from the rocky North Carolina dirt and nourished by its streams and lakes. Like everyone, he had dreams about leaving his hometown, but knew it was probably... - [Footprints in the sand](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/20/footprints-in-the-sand/): By: Bobby Z The Jyd Conspicuous moments—like footprints in the sand.leave you void of emotions—unresponsive to any commands. evaporating memories—disappear like hidden treasures.complicate your desires—to search for forbidden pleasures. wounded dreams—that fail to reveal.leaves you yearning—what is fake and what... - [Late Night](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/20/late-night/): By: William Masters The Da Vinci Café, a San Francisco landmark, stood at the corner of Broadway and Stockton Streets for thirty-nine years. Its door-sized front windows overlooked both Chinatown and North Beach. Opened originally to supply fake documentation (passports,... - ['The First Lovers of Paradise' and other poems by Robert S. King](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/19/the-first-lovers-of-paradise-and-other-poems-by-robert-s-king/): By: Robert S. King The First Lovers of Paradise Sunshine waves down from heavenand reddens the skin.A river snakes into paradise,carrying a load from unknown lands.The lovers bathe, drink, and laughin holy water slowly muddied by burning battleships,by hollow skulls... - ['Pre-life' and other poems by Neera Kashyap](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/19/pre-life-and-other-poems-by-neera-kashyap/): By Neera Kashyap Pre-life Discrimination may be about colour caste race gender.Discrimination may also be about perceiving right from wrong;friend from foe; good from bad; law from justice….Sometimes a person feels like a friend because she has arrived;a rash of... - [Beautiful Black Bird, Fly](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/18/beautiful-black-bird-fly/): By: Kelly L. Miller Black bird, beautiful black bird, take flightInto the greyness of the nearest nightThrough the blend of darkest ebony and lightest whiteTo the greatest of brand-new twinkling heights Black bird, beautiful black bird, do you ventureTo scope... - [A review of 'The Four Colors', a poetry collection](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/18/a-review-of-the-four-colors-a-poetry-collection/): ‘The Four Colors’ by Ankur is the latest poetry collection that presents the different colours of life in four sections. Published by Kolkata-based Hawakal Publishers, the poetry collection goes deeper to explore the meaning of life through four colours. The... - [Lolo and Lala Under Cover](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/17/lolo-and-lala-under-cover/): By: S. B. Julian Two women, burka-covered, meet in the street. They chat. Observers can see nothing but their eyes – when they’re’ close enough. Otherwise they see only two shrouded post-like figures, with voices. Hello Lolo! You’ve put on... - [Pier’s Picture](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/16/piers-picture/): By: Raluca Sirbu I looked for minutes at the picture that he once gave me. He was stretching a smile for the camera; the small six-year-old gave that gift to the person who took the picture.             There was another... - ['File cabinet of dreams' and other poems by Gary William Ramsey](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/16/file-cabinet-of-dreams-and-other-poems-by-gary-william-ramsey/): By: Gary William Ramsey FILE CABINET OF DREAMS Kill that dream, stop that smile.For after a while, you must fileyour life it seems, by those dreams. God does not file lives alphabetically.He files dreams systematically. It’s been awhile, since God... - [An Old Watchman](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/15/an-old-watchman/): By: Abu Siddik The shack was rickety. It stood at the far end of the forest of Khairbari. The yard was covered with long grass and wild weeds. An old watchman, lean, pale, wizened, greasily bearded lived there. For how... - ['My Grandfather's Walking Stick' and other poems by Douglas J. Lanzo](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/15/my-grandfathers-walking-stick-and-other-poems-by-douglas-j-lanzo/): By Douglas J. Lanzo “My Grandfather’s Walking Stick” When I was a boy and stilla few years – but one dream – away from becoming a man,my grandfather presented me withhis prized walking stick,trimmed with his pocketknife froma handsome stick... - [Power of Books...](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/14/power-of-books/): By: Rachna Goswami I have walked in someone elses’ shoes several times and have experienced the world of possibilities.I have moved away from home yet found home everywhere .I am young but I have already lived thousand lives without dying.I... - [Dragged up](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/14/dragged-up/): By: The Birch Twins Aaron Michaels missed the goal again, and the shot rebounded harmlessly off the crossbar. “Aw, you fucking ball sack,” my son shouted with his hands in the air, “he’s fucking blind, that mon.” “Like I said,... - [KRAKATOA](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/13/krakatoa/): By: Ruth Deming Thirty years and I am finally retired from teaching.                 Finally!                  I won’t go on about the years flying by unnoticed – but of course it was true.                 All I really wanted... - ['Would that we could see beyond the heart' and other poems by Tom Zompakos](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/13/would-that-we-could-see-beyond-the-heart-and-other-poems-by-tom-z-spencer/): By Tom Zompakos Would that we could see beyond the heartThe compass Southed by any early blow swamps in pity and rotPlugs the hole with coke and chocolate; caviar and potChurns feet to dance floor beats or yanks the arm... - [The Last Time Rublev Saw the Sea](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/13/the-last-time-rublev-saw-the-sea/): By Tom Zompakos The plague days made hermits of us all. It was a lesser challenge by orders of magnitude than Civil Rights or the Great Depression, the Civil War, the Revolutionary War, settling or anything like that, yet all... - ['Cubao Expo Smoking Area, Night' and other poems by Karlo Sevilla](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/12/cubao-expo-smoking-area-night-and-other-poems-by-karlo-sevilla/): By: Karlo Sevilla Cubao Expo Smoking Area, Night Led by the vine,mother cat and kittensclimb decrepit spiral staircase.Just for furry paws to treadand mortal eyes to see.My cigarette smoketwists and turns skyward,and together with feline family,disappears into the stratosphere. ###... - ['Hatchlings' and other poems by Mary Bone](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/12/hatchlings-and-other-poems-by-mary-bone/): By: Mary Bone Sandhill Turtles One by one, baby turtlesgo down a winding path.The sandhill was always a place of safety.The shells will be their nightly home,a protection from the elements. ### Hatchlings Our mother hoversover us with juicy worms,beaks... - [Flightless Birds](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/11/flightless-birds/): By Patrick Eades             We were in the garage by Christmas. The temperature refused to drop from 35 degrees at nine in the evening, our stomachs stuffed with prawns, ham, fruit cake and beer. John was half cut and I... - [The Ballad of Heart Beat](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/10/the-ballad-of-heart-beat/): By: H.L. Dowless Today the woman in white will walk out to Heart Heat bridge.Nobody anywhere knows her true nameor what she is intending to do by sauntering out to the edge.Is she searching for a long lost ghost?Does some... - [Whe're you going, poet](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/09/where-you-going-poet/): By: Daniel de Culla -Whe’re  you going, Poet? -With this bike that’ s going nowhere, I’m going to take a walk through the streets of Ampuriabrava, Girona, where I’m spending a few days and, if its tires aren’t  punctured, I’lll... - [Coronavirus is called Euthanasius](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/09/coronavirus-is-called-euthanasius/): By: Daniel de Culla They say that Euthanasius,  to whom people  calls Coronavirus, came from China, after gorging on a bat as a first course; second: Pekingese dog, and as a dessert: grasshoppers and crickets, having a vast field in... - ['grace' and other poems by Albi James](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/08/grace-and-other-poems-by-albi-james/): By: Albi James grace a restaurant deck, by the harbourin breezy sunshine – my cousin, a ministerspeaks of churches brunch arrived, she bows her headsilent in prayer I feel left out, as if two friendsare sharing a secret – one... - ['Lesson' and other poems by J.K. Durick](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/08/lesson-and-other-poems-by-j-k-durick/): By: J.K. Durick You ask how often I walk the dog –well, after lunch, after our naps, he’sthere waiting, wagging, making thathumming noise he uses when he’sanxious I’ll forget, get in the car andbe gone without the expected walkthat fits... - [Night](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/07/night/): By: Chandra Shekhar Dubey Spring has fallenthe air bounces with fluorescentwaves intoxicating the night.I sit alone on the rocktasting the stings of starry spikesthe murmurs of trees get lostin the heat of whistling wind.I taste love bitteradding pepper to memories.A... - [Epiphany in the Balcony](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/07/epiphany-in-the-balcony/): By: Riddhi Bhattacharya A sunshine poured in and dust crawls around,My frail ears pick up the bark of a distant hound,One by one the casements catch,The suns beams beneath the golden thatch. From there cosy abodes the sparkly eyes peep,Some... - ['Teaching the Eye Song' and other poems by Alan Cohen](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/07/teaching-the-eye-song-and-other-poems-by-alan-cohen/): By: Alan Cohen Solitude Of course not all sunlit days are yellowI have this one to myselfChimes, garden, goldfinchBright verandaEtched, lacy shadows of a wrought-iron, outdoor tableMaple-stained cedar benchRestless lakewater, nimble, sparkling I withdrawInto the courtyardWhere the stone floor is... - [On Edge](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/07/on-edge/): By: Jean Rover “Madge says I’m boring,” Chuck confided to Max. “I think she’s going to leave me.” The old dog looked up with his one good eye. The other was swollen and sightless, destroyed by a cataract and glaucoma.... - [American Idealism](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/06/american-idealism/): By Kimberly Nicole The recess bell rings. It was never on time: the responsibility for ringing it was that of a grade six teacher who often passed that responsibility onto whichever of her students was wearing a watch. I step... - [Ode to Campari](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/06/ode-to-campari/): By Ronita Sinha      The day I brought you home Campari, is the day I fell in love with you. I christened you Campari after a wine-coloured lipstick that I adored at the time. You were, of course, black and white... - [The last pylon](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/06/the-last-pylon/): By Claudia Spiridon Stark silence embraces the picture of the two figures, shadows driving along the space between them. A pair of eyes tries to find the other, but the search is fruitless – unbothered gazes pass them over and... - [The Geese](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/06/the-geese/): By: Michal Reiben Gnome school days are long and finish at half-past four. As well as all the usual subjects, they are also taught special tricks to fight against goblinoids, how to dodge giants, and also to do magic feats.... - ['Our Plight' and other poems by A Whittenberg](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/05/our-plight-and-other-poems-by-a-whittenberg/): By: A Whittenberg Our Plight In some countries,Poets are persecuted: jailed,Beaten, even hungIn America, they have it harderHere, we ignore them. ### So They Say… We’re all in this togethersincewe’re all in this togetheruntilwe’re all not in this togetherbecause afterwe’re... - [The Crime Scene](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/05/the-crime-scene/): By: James Glass Detective Gail Summers arrived at the residence of 65 Ocean Drive. The spacious beach house overlooked the Gulf of Mexico as waves rolled onto the shore. From the bedroom door, Gail examined the room from top to... - [Her world](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/05/her-world/): By Ian Fletcher She wakes with a slight hangoverbut nothing that the first fat jointof the day won’t promptly dispelher self-abused body long inured todaily doses of dope and booze.She looks at the peeling wallpaperand at the nicotine-stained ceilingcontemplating another... - ['Insentient Drift' and other poems by Keith Moul](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/04/insentient-drift-and-other-poems-by-keith-moul/): By: Keith Moul Insentient Drift After Sunday teachings, children sing paens to Jesus.At other times children sing of soldiers in death gripserving in armies of the Lord. Or they listen aroundand create new lore: The Bee Gees are staying alive,but... - [The Bösendorfer and Kafka's Long Lost Letter](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/04/the-bosendorfer-and-kafkas-long-lost-letter/): By Gaither Stewart                                                             1.           “You know, you have the best hands in the world,” Matthew said, nuzzling her enticing bare shoulder lifting and moving rhythmically up and down, up and down, as she stroked the romantic high keys... - [The Savior](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/04/the-savior/): By: R.E. Hengsterman Animals howl, humans cry out in pain or hunger. But because of the uniqueness of the boy’s condition, he offered neither. Instead, it was his heart that triggered the high-pitched alarm and the lurid red light that... - [Deviant rider](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/03/deviant-rider/): By: Hira Lal A bicycle rider going to uncertainDestination,Whereas, too long distanceCovered,Rather fatigue falls on his acrossBody,However, going on, goingOn,By coincidence a butterfly came toWay,What by untold flying ahead ofRider,Since, encourage to his approach toDestination,Carrying on to Destination, carryingOn,That correspondingly... - ['The Difference' and other poems by Eli Slover](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/03/the-difference-and-other-poems-by-eli-slover/): By: Eli Solver The Difference I am a fox in wolf’s clothing pretendingto stare sheepishly aheadwhile my mind seeps out of my earsand into the sound wavescurling around my feet like fog.I am not presentin a moment of haves and... - [The Empty Azurite](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/03/the-empty-azurite/): By: B. A. Varghese When the crystal glassware fell out of Mr. Swede’s hand, it became a secret omen that things would not go well from here on out. All of time seemed to slow down to a crawl, and... - ['Alcoholic' and other poems by Michael T. Smith](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/03/alcoholic-and-other-poems-by-michael-t-smith/): By: Michael T. Smith Alcoholic I’m gonna need someone to hold me downsome fallen angel that will help me drown,a baptism for the killing spree.I’m getting clean, shaking my life off me. So I was going to meet my makerTo... - [Revelations](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/03/revelations/): By Alan Berger I had a dream last nightWas way deep in the sackThe heavens beheld a sightOn live T.V.Jesus Christ came backAnd who was the first personThat he wanted to see?It was none other than me We went for... - [The Cuckoo's calling](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/02/the-cuckoos-calling/): By: Deekshita Athreya A fruitless day spent idling on the couch,was made endearing by a Cuckoo’s call on the porch.A single note that rang out pure and clear,Enchantingly beckoning its near and dear. Come on comrades! Let us rejoice,Sans pollution,... - [Salt and sugar](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/02/salt-and-sugar/): By: Kitty Chu There was salt on the counter until there wasn’t because it’d been laid neatly, heavily packed on raw cut fresh flesh to clot the blood that had been spilling from my arm, eyes, and ears bursting with... - [Ghost](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/02/ghost-2/): By Ramprasath Rengasamy A mysterious explosion occurred in the skies over Indian Ocean at 2PM on the 7th of May, 2022. Amidst white clouds, the spark of the explosion was so faint to be seen therefore no one noticed except... - [A Beautiful Thing](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/01/a-beautiful-thing/): By: Dave Bachmann “Twain!  Twain!”             Miles pounded across the kitchen, a stampede of one, onto the balcony, gleefully crying,  “Twain is coming!”             I followed closely, similarly excited by the prospect of the California Coaster about to roar by... - ['Forbidden Child' other poems by Vaishnavi Singh](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/01/forbidden-child-other-poems-by-vaishnavi-singh/): By: Vaishnavi Singh FORBIDDEN CHILD Infants smiling at the vacant corners, eating and sleeping.Young boys feeling the death of an action figure, crying and being clingy.Girls draping dupattas on frocks, swirling freely and breaking their mother’s lipsticks.Infants grew into teenagers;Reading... - [I am the color human](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/30/i-am-the-color-human/): By: M.F. Nagel I am the color human Color me BlackColor me WhiteColor me Brown I am the color human Color me compassionColor me truthColor me justice Color me quiet voicesQuiet no more I amThe color human ### m.f. nagel... - ['Adam and Eve' and other poems by Kimberth Obeso](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/30/adam-and-eve-and-other-poems-by-kimberth-obeso/): By: Kimberth Obeso Adam and Eve Gentle lips bark my neckStalwart loin hugs me tightTongue over my chestApples on the face I sing the song of the bodyFeel its rhythmFeel its lyricsI am the bee who clings to the blossomSip... - ['green shuttles, stolen glances' and other poems by Daniel Clark](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/29/green-shuttles-stolen-glances-and-other-poems-by-daniel-clark/): By: Daniel Clark green shuttles, stolen glances bottles smashed intowalls where kneessmashed into headsmessages daubedin delible light –she shan’t be longthere’s a queuefor the ladies –I’ve never smiledfor fear of losing facebut as the glasscuts through my cheekas bone snaps... - [Hope](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/29/hope-2/): By: Deekshita Athreya A shadow of darkness fills my gaze,As the nightly air patrols round,The once lovely countryside all in a hazeSo deathly a silence, my heartbeats resound. The moon appears to heal my wounded soul,Emerging as a ray of... - [Dos Chapins](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/29/dos-chapins/): By: Dan O’Neill          I’m now into gardeners You may remember me ,Mike O’Brien,  actor extraordinaire.I finally won an Oscar for best actor in “Hit and Run”. In case you haven’t seen it ,I played Max Murphy,a serial hit and... - ['Of Kindly Men and Imagined Satanists' and other poems by KJ Hannah Greenberg](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/28/of-kindly-men-and-imagined-satanists-and-other-poems-by-kj-hannah-greenberg/): By: KJ Hannah Greenberg Of Kindly Men and Imagined Satanists Squiffy sorts, who eat popcorn as a snack, who forget to take daily constitutionals,Are often gobsmacked over limitedly palatable, scintillating, “highbrow” dialogue.Yet, those same men, unfavorably described in essays as... - [The Devotion](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/28/the-devotion/): By: Ann Christine Tabaka Tomas looked at the well-worn prayer card with the image of Saint Theresa the Little Flower; reading the prayer on the back before putting it back into the photo sleeve in his wallet between faded pictures... - [How does God end this year’s story?](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/27/how-does-god-end-this-years-story/): By: April Mae M. Berza How does God end this year’s storyas He writes wars, disasters, faminein the youthful pages of our own history? Even religions kneel before the chapters of poverty,the soil tillers weed out the lands with sin;how... - ['Halved Sonnet' and other poems by Adi](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/27/halved-sonnet-and-other-poems-by-adi/): By: Adi Halved Sonnet Forget for once the nights,I ask of you, my love:Row these boats with me,Light rivers to above.You try—the moon you peelFalls and a sun revealsAnew’d colours to us, to love. ### Rain Days That Never Were... - [Language Twists and Multilingual Parley](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/27/language-twists-and-multilingual-parley/): By: Mehreen Ahmed Over the Hindu Kush Mountains, a bountiful, lush valley, existed once, famously known as The Indus Valley. Central to the Dravidian civilisation, this Indus Valley flourished by the River Indus, within the enchanting citadels of Harappa and... - [A New Landing](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/27/a-new-landing/): By: Armand Silva The air of the cockpit stood still before the partition door slowly opened. A man walked in holding two mugs full of warm dark liquid, holding one out to his copilot as he settled into his seat.... - [Readings](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/26/readings/): By: Flora Jardine             It’s fun to catch up with people from your past, such as those you knew at university. It surprises me to know what my erstwhile class-mates are doing today. The wealthy one raised in a mansion... - [Whatever happened to Robbie Whalen?](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/26/whatever-happened-to-robbie-whalen/): By: Ruth Z. Deming It happened a long time ago. Robbie Whalen, one of the popular kids at Shaker Heights High School was driving his new vehicle, a Dodge truck, rust-colored, and accidentally ran over a child.             How do... - [3:00 A.M.](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/25/300-a-m/): By: Maham Syed I was lying on my bed when I saw her standing in front of me. Her long jet black hair, dark brown eyes, and pale face with no emotions. She was walking towards me with slow and... - [Take me back](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/24/take-me-back/): By: Annapurani Vaidyanathan 12 turns should do it, I decide,as I fiddle with the time-turner in my hand.I wonder if the speed might triple, were you in the same continent as me.Because, 365 days ago, before you chose to fly... - [Working Together: The Intersection of Editorial and Production](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/24/working-together-the-intersection-of-editorial-and-production/): By: Rhienna Renee Guedry The work of production in book publishing is the work of white space and the imperceivable. To quote Joe Sparano: “Good design is obvious. Great design is transparent.” And yet it can be challenging to identify... - ['Time of Day' and 'Freeze Frame' by Leon Stevens](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/24/time-of-day-and-freeze-frame-by-leon-stevens/): By: Leon Stevens Time of Day Sun on the horizon breaksThe birth of a dayAs the world awakesBirds stir Middle of the dayLifetime a world awayBrightness blindsUnless clouds hideBlue sky Life slowsDarkness growsA shroud of starsDrawn over the earthSleep until... - [Hold the back page](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/24/hold-the-back-page/): By: Vanessa Cutts It was a quiet Sunday in early May and Mrs Braeburn had just observed a small black darter dragonfly momentarily hovering around the cuckoo spit on the branches and leaves of a large Rosemary bush at the... - ['The Mickey Mouse Harvest' and other poems by Nyaudo Amos](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/23/the-mickey-mouse-harvest-and-other-poems-by-nyaudo-amos/): By: Nyaudo Amos THE MICKEY MOUSE HARVEST They go out! they go out!In the pattering chilly rains.The men fronting the marchWith whetted machetes in their hands.And hoes cleaving to their shouldersLike a swarm of ants tending food to their nests.... - [Tohoku](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/23/tohoku/): By: Elise Nguyen An elementary class was enjoying their field trip to the beach, staring in awe at the sight of the vast blue waters and the golden sand covering the floor as far as their eyes could see. The... - [When Did We Become I?](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/23/when-did-we-become-i/): By Trinity Damasco Underneath the summer sun,We wilted, but our love bloomed.Dandelions danced, fireflies flew;Lovers laughed, grass grew;And then there was us doing all the above.My heart raced as we frolicked in the fields of our youth.It was the beginning... - [Dear Chocolate Girl](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/23/dear-chocolate-girl/): By: Essence Gibbs People stay mesmerized by your beautyCurls, soft and bouncyLips, plump and fullYour skin, caressed by the light of the sunYou are the blueprintAttempted to be duplicated, but never quite the sameYour heart overflowing with love and compassionA... - [Our Evening Walks](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/23/our-evening-walks/): By: Essence Gibbs I love going on evening walks with Michelle. They make me happy and I look forward to our special time together every day. She is my everything, so beautiful and perfect. Michelle is the most beautiful woman... - [Rain is Grace](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/23/rain-is-grace/): By Edson Sambala It is the sense of conscientiousness,For rain season to come close to your gate,To bring elation and neighbourhood,But love is a priori to every action. Grasses enjoy fresh air to grow,Richly to sustain our endurance,Peace in mind,... - ['Springtime in Derry' and other poems by Enda Boyle](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/22/springtime-in-derry-and-other-poems-by-enda-boyle/): By: Enda Boyle Springtime in Derry Cautiously, by stealth the sunny days creep inThe citizens are stirred by a palpable carpe diemThey undertake a wilderbeast migration seawardIn nearby costal towns columns of bare torsoslay on beaches, pale blistering into a... - ['Suicide' and 'Mask' by Sivaprasad V](https://literaryyard.com/2020/06/22/suicide-and-mask-by-sivaprasad-v/): By:  Sivaprasad V SUICIDE An act of cowardice when a loser doesDisgrace to kins it bringsHe does have the right to live but the right to die is not hisEscaping himself from worldly sorrows is crime he commits An act... - [The blank page](https://literaryyard.com/2021/06/01/the-blank-page/): By: Moulay Cherif CHEBIHI HASSANI It rains on the sheets of the half-opened notebookLaying there before you, now useless,When inspiration, in infertile tears,pours its solitude into your heart in winter… From the edge of the inkwell a feather fliesAnd the... - [“A Prophecy”](https://literaryyard.com/2021/06/01/a-prophecy/): By Justin Permenter There will come a last songA requiem for the passing of an ageIts melody will echo across the great gulf of timeAnd testify to the bright beginning and wretched end of our kind There will come a... - ['The Outsize of life' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/06/01/the-outsize-of-life-and-other-poems/): By: Roger G. Singer THE OUTSIZE OF LIFE walkingin the skinof day,under the flightof a summer sun shoes covered witha solemn dustwhile searchingfor a balancebetween lands knowing somewherein the shapeof a city or towntraffic is moving as a crossing shadowstirs... - ['Runaway Dog' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/05/31/runaway-dog-and-other-poems/): By: Jerry Durick Runaway Dog What do you say when she runs away?You run after her of coursecalling her name and promisesand to stop.You can see the future evolve asyou run –this will happen, then that.Everyone is a stranger at... - ['Transatlantic Song' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/05/31/transatlantic-song-and-other-poems/): By: Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal Transatlantic Song Singing childvoice of airand wind. Night of starshalf-moon likea breast. Evening birdsmimic thechild’s song. Ocean breezeswirls and joinsthe birds. Takes the child’ssong acrossthe sea. ### Out of the Shadows Sleeping in shadows,rocked to sleepby... - [Travels with a Barbarian, by Lady Elina Greypepper – We are captured by slavers](https://literaryyard.com/2021/05/31/travels-with-a-barbarian-by-lady-elina-greypepper-we-are-captured-by-slavers/): By: The Birch Twins I watched the gnarled hand pour the wine. He licked his lips and concentrated on pouring, his brow furrowed.  My stomach heaved.  Whether it was due the ship pitching on the seas, or the smell of... - ['Hospice' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/05/31/hospice-and-other-poems/): By: Cristina DeSouza Hospice Night goes high,filled with gentle moaning,the calmness of death approaching.Her eyes semi-shut, while reality’s by my side.I examine the body whose soul isgetting ready to leave it: coldand tender, it’s about to shed its suffering away.... - [Because They Weren’t Us](https://literaryyard.com/2021/05/25/because-they-werent-us/): By Nancy Machlis Rechtman The images have been seared into our brainsOf babies ripped away from the arms of their mothersAnd fathersAnd children sobbing in cagesWhen the most primal of bonds were severedBy maliceAnd indifference. Those seeking asylum chose to... - [Almost Retired](https://literaryyard.com/2021/05/25/almost-retired/): By: Matthew Dube Kim and David weren’t from Coaling. They hadn’t even lived in Coaling their whole professional lives. David had taught at another school, states away, long enough to earn tenure; Kim wasn’t just a bottle swabber but had... - [Philosophical Aristotle](https://literaryyard.com/2021/05/25/philosophical-aristotle/): By: Alex Andy Phuong A reason without passionCould result in deceptionAnd destruction.Restraining oneselfAs The Great Library of AlexandriaBurns like the romantic lifeOf CleopatraModern heroinesLike Elle WoodsReveal the possibleAs wisdom helps determineThe philosophical,And living lifeWith both honesty and sincerityWhile respectingLimitations realistically - [The death of the rolling tide](https://literaryyard.com/2021/05/24/the-death-of-the-rolling-tide/): By: Karoline Wimmer A rolling tidecannot hide,in the worst of dreams,it lights the matchthat sets the fireto the darkest of desires. If seas had been sweeterthan the fairest of all ladies,they would have metwith great contemptthe most hunch-backed of all... - ['Awakening of Diversity' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/05/24/awakening-of-diversity-and-other-poems/): By: Amb. Maid Corbic AWAKENING OF DIVERSITY It’s spring; inanimate nature is suddenly astonishedTo his character who brings fresh air from a distanceWaking my eyes squinting from winter hibernationIn the stage of madness; I walk across my roomTo see the... - [Bottling it](https://literaryyard.com/2021/05/20/bottling-it/): By: Anthony Ward             It was not a sun day like its namesake. Instead the sky was overburdened with cloud. The rain that was forthcoming remained so. Though today that suited Dan down to the ground. He had hoped for... - [Nobody](https://literaryyard.com/2021/05/20/nobody/): By: Alan Berger Nobody is listeningSave your breathYou will only find out whyAfter your deathThink I’m kidding?Here comes the rest This is the hookAnd here is the stingNobody is listening But then again, it’s sure fun to trySing your private... - [Oxygen](https://literaryyard.com/2021/05/20/oxygen/): By: James Bates The summer when I was eight years old a new highway began being built about a mile from our farm. My older brother Lewis and I were fascinated by the huge, noisy machines: road graders, dump trucks... - ['Perhaps another queen' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/05/20/perhaps-another-queen-and-other-poems/): By: Linda M. Crate perhaps another queen you’re barking up the wrong treeif you only want a night of bliss looking for a lovedeeper than the roots of the oldesttree, and i’ve been told to bemore realisticbut miracles happen every... - [Let’s, o dear!](https://literaryyard.com/2021/05/18/lets-o-dear/): By: Mayesha Islam Abanti Let’s, o dear!To heal, as a matter of fact ;To indulge in a mystical sphere of tranquil.To love, with the heft of savouring allure.To escape, like the valourity of a bird looming around with incessant flee.To... - [Mustard Coloured Magazines](https://literaryyard.com/2021/05/18/mustard-coloured-magazines/): By: Harrison Linklater Abbott I was in the library at high school and was hovering over the aisles. I wasn’t much interested in novels. But when I got to the magazine section I came across these mustard coloured mags which... - ['Lost Sagacity' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/05/18/lost-sagacity-and-other-poems/): By: KJ Hannah Greenberg Lost Sagacity By sounding smooth or inviting, sagacity often vanishesAmong words, turns of phrase, weird little expressions. Consider; a surfeit of depression, weight gain, glandularTrouble, fatigue can be sourced to rhetorical brouhaha. When fighting “monsters,” one’s... - [My Dad is a Doctor](https://literaryyard.com/2021/05/18/my-dad-is-a-doctor/): By: Praniti Gulyani There’s a lot that goes into your dad being a doctor. When your dad is a doctor, you get to step into a white coat that almost blankets you; covering you from head to toe. You get... - ['The Silence in Falling' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/05/18/the-silence-in-falling-and-other-poems/): By: R.T. Castleberry THE SILENCE IN FALLING Staring down a waning January moon,I feed dry brush to the campfire,watch the desert track of freight carsrounding a mesa silhouette.Wild dogs yelp, loping the crossties.Rising night pulls at my hat brim,carries bright... - ['Urn Times' and 'The Unkowings'](https://literaryyard.com/2021/05/11/urn-times-and-the-unkowings/): By: Doug Bolling Urn Times 0ne night a year I attend theesteemed artist telling of his life,his travels through the longtunnels that become poems, poems in their rich cream,their motions and soundsthat lift from the pageand mingle with theshadows. 0ne... - ['Replicas' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/05/11/replicas-and-other-poems/): By: C.G. Ward Replicas The builders refurbishing the flatbelow are producing replicasof famous sights. Glimpsed behindrubble, dusty cloths and the Gaudícurves of bent radiator pipes are an MDFTaj Mahal in the kitchen and the ceilingof the Sistine Chapel lovingly reproducedin... - [Unendingly picturesque](https://literaryyard.com/2021/05/10/unendingly-picturesque/): By: Paweł Markiewicz I am through a superb window – looking.An angel of feeling awakes in me.The dreamy oak-trees stand alway leafless.The native auspicious cue is just large. My scenery – the enchanted verdure.The moony old barn of Ted my... - [Walter Benjamin, the Jewish Question and Theses on the Philosophy of History](https://literaryyard.com/2021/05/10/walter-benjamin-the-jewish-question-and-theses-on-the-philosophy-of-history/): By: Gaither Stewart Reading Hannah Arendt’s Introduction to Benjamin’s Illuminations German-Jewish intellectuals, the alienated hommes de lettres of early twentieth century German-speaking Central Europe, constituted a class within that complex and multi-layered Jewish society against which a few of them... - [Chastity Jones](https://literaryyard.com/2021/05/10/chastity-jones/): By Clark Zlotchew Now, I’m a very good person; anyone who knows me will tell you.  I like people, I regularly contribute to a bunch of charities, can’t even refuse a panhandler who asks for a handout, especially if he... - [A Painful Certainty](https://literaryyard.com/2021/05/08/a-painful-certainty/): By: Gresham Cash A child turned from his mother and father, paused by a yellow-brick wall, and looked back at his parents with a face of dejection. A sign of obstinacy in the face of authority, a testing of filial... - [Stories: 'As Advertised' n 'Headache Relief'](https://literaryyard.com/2021/05/08/stories-as-advertised-n-headache-relief/): By: Carl Papa Palmer As Advertised ~ Haibun Obviously out of uniform, the only soldier not wearing his field jacket is easily spotted in my morning formation to ensure proper fit and wear of the newly issued 1984 Battle Dress... - [The Red Sea](https://literaryyard.com/2021/05/08/the-red-sea/): By: Jack Berexa A divinely parted sea,Meaning…invisibility? Tides rearrange.Shift,Lift,Missed,But never to not exist. A divinely parted sea,Meaning…bless the majority. Red does not sink.Redglistens,listens,christens. Then Red prefers, incurs,Red…Covert? Overt? Covert.Covertly saboteurs. But still by divine by Holy by perfect intervention,Moses guides... - [Review: One Unbounded Ocean of Consciousness](https://literaryyard.com/2021/05/07/review-one-unbounded-ocean-of-consciousness/): By William T. Hathaway In his new book, One Unbounded Ocean of Consciousness, Dr. Tony Nader has attempted something very difficult and achieved it very well. He overcomes the conceptual gap separating matter from mind, science from spirituality, the human... - [Spilled Milk](https://literaryyard.com/2021/05/07/spilled-milk/): By: Ruth Deming      I had fallen asleep again in the living room on the small blue and white loveseat, my body contorted like a serpent. The television was blaring. Mr. Rogers was on. Yes! THE Mr. Fred Rogers. He... - [People Like Us](https://literaryyard.com/2021/05/06/people-like-us/): By: Alan Berger Beyond the front doorOut the windowBetween our bloodAnd our poresAs we try to explore this and that and suchFor people like and un-like usLove is just another excuse to go nuts With at least one blind eyeAnd... - [Jane & Marshall’s Murder Door](https://literaryyard.com/2021/05/05/jane-marshalls-murder-door/): By: Todd Mercer In the 1970s we bought silly clothes and hideous furniture. Brady couches, puke green and burnt orange color palettes. The cool people went big for the ugly look, so with reservations, we opted for it too. Then... - [Confess](https://literaryyard.com/2021/05/05/confess/): By: Mohammad Jashim Uddin He confesses at the midnightWhen the earth sleeps to reduce burden of pains,But satan walks door to door to hinder. Satanic verses engulf himDue to emotion in pain with short temper.Hells laugh at as rage is... - [Die and Rest](https://literaryyard.com/2021/05/05/die-and-rest/): By: Andrea Myinga One day, we shall all die but thatWill be the end for some and forOthers the beginning of restful rets This world is too big to be understoodWithin short length of lifetime, withChains of surprises around our... - [On the Liberalisation of Sex](https://literaryyard.com/2021/05/05/on-the-liberalisation-of-sex/): By: Ugochukwu Anadị What we have is the sanctification and consecration of sex — you know that activity that brings together in a pronounced, sweet and sweetened sense (a sense which I sincerely think is euphoric) two or more bodies.... - [Poem in Limbo](https://literaryyard.com/2021/05/05/poem-in-limbo/): By: Ethan Goffman My poem is not in heaven, my poem is not in hell.Like scores of dozens of thousands of others,like the stars strewn across the cold night skyawaiting a dawn that may never come,My poem is in limbo.... - [Fountain Pen](https://literaryyard.com/2021/05/05/fountain-pen/): By: Ranjit Kulkarni “No Papa, I didn’t lose the pen,” I cried in agony, as Papa slapped my open palm with the cane he had in his right hand. “This will teach you that you shouldn’t speak lies. If you... - [Romantic Memories](https://literaryyard.com/2021/05/04/romantic-memories/): By: Moulay Cherif CHEBIHI HASSANI I still remember, O my sweet companion,Of that chaste kiss on your innocent breast,Nourished by the emotion that love accompaniesIn the field of the passions of a budding feeling. You lent yourself to the game,... - [The Libido](https://literaryyard.com/2021/05/03/the-libido/): By: Shilpa Girish That! Your sight of lust,Caused me twirl my head awaySwaying my reticenceAnd, when you clasped my face,Caressed my forehead,Then my eyes and cheeks,I wanted to stay in your embrace forever!But it’s then! I was cajoled,With warmth of... - [Poems: 'GSA' and 'Tesla'](https://literaryyard.com/2021/05/03/poems-gsa-and-tesla/): By: Gaya Gayatrinath GSA a friend of mine called me from a country overseastold me he heard USA is now called GSA overseasUS consul there assured my friend nothing had changed‘just replaced U with G’, US consul told my friend‘GSA... - [ALGODÓN](https://literaryyard.com/2021/05/03/algodon/): By Gaither Stewart The last time I saw Algodón was in the instant before the medics pulled the sheet over his face. From my fourth floor balcony across the narrow street, even in the faint late-night illumination I could perceive... - ['Confess to What?' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/29/confess-to-what-and-other-poems/): By: E. Martin Pedersen Confess to What? I enter my living roomgather my family aroundyou need to go away, I sayso I can be alone and strip downcover my skin with ice creamand waitspumoni swirl and rocky roaddrip lickthey obligeI... - [Why Should Reading be Normalized?](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/29/why-should-reading-be-normalized/): By: April Mae M. Berza As a writer and reader, I’d like to advocate for the joys of reading. From 2015, I’ve been giving away books to individuals and institutions such as hospitals, local high schools, etc. It is an... - ['Austrian doctor' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/29/austrian-doctor-and-other-poems/): By: Tamara Raidt Austrian doctor my consultations usuallylast 7 minutes             the doctor said I stopped.in the middle of a sentence. and we’re already at 11             she raised her eyes                        from the computer screen have you seen a therapist... - [Voices](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/29/voices/): By Eric Burbridge             The impact spun the vehicle and shattered glass followed his body against the door. Nick was ejected before the car flipped. He couldn’t feel his legs. His face was pushed against the curb. What happened, what... - ['Aerial Bed' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/29/aerial-bed-and-other-poems/): By: Umar YB AERIAL BED How relaxedly you layIn the leafy treeAs its branches swayTo the zephyr free… How comfortable and cool,You lounge on the heightsThat you snore and droolAs in the calmest of nights… Now that you begin to... - [Herman](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/26/herman/): By: Harvey Huddleston Joanne was such a conniver.  Elliot didn’t know that at the time because like they say in the Bronx, “buttah” wouldn’t melt in her mouth.  They’d just recently begun working together as legal assistants at a big... - [The Perpetual Penumbra](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/26/the-perpetual-penumbra/): By: Md. Saber -E- Montaha Darkness feeds on darkness. The bitter sedimenton the bottom of a pestered pastlike the perpetual penumbrasalways crawls giddily greedilyjust beneath the fathomless pool of pleasant possibilities. With a sudden fling,the engrossing bitterness rolls upwardin a... - ['Hook' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/26/hook-and-other-poems/): By: Stephen Kingsnorth Hook When writing verse – it fills long hours –I like a hook to hang it on;it may be conversation heard,or observation of the herd,a picture with its questions posed,or challenge, teaser, crossword clues. The theme established,... - [The Other Pair](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/22/the-other-pair/): By: Zea Perez ‘Liway, grab the rope,’ Mang Nico encourages me. The elderly fellow points to the area. He secures his wife Aling Nita by tying her waist with a tie box hook up to him while they both hold... - ['Bleecker' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/22/bleecker-and-other-poems/): By David Francis Bleecker A girl in the barsaid What are you aboutI said A kind of datebut it didn’t work out She said she’d been thereI said I thought I was the only oneI guess you can be alonebut... - [A Witchery Encounter](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/22/a-witchery-encounter/): By: Faruq Yusuff As Theo entered the old street house with his three friends,  he had this feeling in his chest – something felt off about the house. However, they had no choice but to seek refuge from their pursuers... - [Gauguin's Chair](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/17/gauguins-chair/): By: Sheila Elliott (Inspired by a painting of the same title by Vincent Van Gogh, displayed in an on-line collection of work by that artist by the Van Gogh Museum, Amsterdam.) You willed the bluest shadow an oak floor would... - [Copper](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/15/copper/): By: James Bates The Two Harbors high school auditorium was packed. My wife Jasmine and I found space against the wall and waited. Occasionally friends stopped by and shook my hand.             “Give ‘em hell, Martii,” one said.             “Luck,”... - [Ballooning](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/15/ballooning/): By: Anthony Ward I was feeling somewhat deflated, standing all alone at the bar, watching everyone live their lives while I was dying to live out mine. With my moods heaving from the atmosphere, I felt the urge to head... - [The Blue Blanket](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/15/the-blue-blanket/): By: Duane L. Herrmann The forty-year-old man walked numbly between the rows of household items. It was so unreal. Here were all of his grandmother’s possessions spread out for all the world to see. Until yesterday, Ted had not even... - [Enduring Time (A Sestina)](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/14/enduring-time-a-sestina/): By: Marion Horton There was a nursery rhyme gallop of a nearby train.Dum, diddle-um, racing to be on time.In her head, time stopped, then turnedto walk in its own shadow. Back, way back,to Ride a Cock Horse , that children’s... - [Elevator](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/14/elevator/): By: Alex Andy Phuong Open closeUp and downDoing more than whatOne already knowsMade of glassOr metallicYet neverRemain staticElevate oneselfAnd avoid the problematicBecause everything goesEventuallySo lift oneselfSincerely - ['Acts' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/13/acts-and-other-poems/): By: C G Ward Acts Count Orsino opened TwelfthNight with a high kickthat nearly cracked the sky,his declaration of if musicbe the food of love… almost distracting mefrom the distance between us.Almost. I had to hold your handto know you... - [He Just Wanted a Goldfish](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/13/he-just-wanted-a-goldfish/): By: Hannah Retallick Jonty wanted a goldfish. Harriet had been allowed one when she turned eight. Father told Jonty it was a huge responsibility to look after another living thing, not one to be taken lightly, and he would have... - [The Giant Insect (Mohapotongo)](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/13/the-giant-insect-mohapotongo/): By Abu IshaqueTranslated by: Md. Saber -E- Montaha A small house in a small town. A pair of sparrows used to dwell in a hole in the north-facing wall of that house. One day they had gone to the meadow to... - [The spring awakening](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/13/the-spring-awakening/): By: Paweł Markiewicz The springtide wakes up not only in dreams.The snowdrops blooming in the moony garths.One listens the propitious paradise.The dearest graylag geese coming in flocks. I think of genus Primula from afar.The wild boar piglets were born in... - ['Hamartia' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/13/hamartia-and-other-poems/): By: Gregory J Powell Hamartia Son of John,Animal’s eyes;Sees the wold,And never cries. Daughter of Heaven,And daughter of Earth;Already present,At History’s birth. Yesterday is merely a tutor,Aorist future;The trees blur to become the jungle. Immortality in retrospect,Past imperfect;She alone remembers... - [A Knock on the Door in the Night](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/12/a-knock-on-the-door-in-the-night/): By Kyle Serro             A knock on the door in the night was what woke him up. He looks out of the window and sees someone dark and goes outside to see who it is. No one is outside, so... - ['I Missed The Snow' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/09/i-missed-the-snow-and-other-poems/): By: K. A. Williams I Missed the Snow Most winters there is enough snowfallfor sledding and building snowmen.And the glistening snow is so brightunder the nighttime orange sky, you cansee everything outside like it is daylight.This past winter, there was... - [Poems: 'Broken Podiums' and 'Rainy Eyes and Sunny Colored Pencils'](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/09/poems-broken-podiums-and-rainy-eyes-and-sunny-colored-pencils/): By: Angela Moore Broken Podiums Anxiety glides over frost bitten emotions.Skimming her internal rink caked with cracks.Scraping to and from with cruel indifference.And synchronized with melodic cries of defeat.A truly haunting performance starring….A shattered skater.Desperately eyeing fool’s gold on broken... - ['For protection' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/09/for-protection-and-other-poems/): By: John Grey FOR PROTECTION You’ve been instructed not to run.Or scream. Or fight.Just talk.Appeal to his better nature.Or act crazy.Pretend you’re a pigeonwith a broken wing.Gobble gobble gobbleand make believeyou can’t raise your right arm.Or say something likeGod is... - [My Poetic Journey Begins Now](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/07/my-poetic-journey-begins-now/): By: April Mae Berza I started writing when I found out about the national hero of the Philippines crafting verses at an early age. That time, I told myself I will follow his footsteps. When I realized I could never... - [Pursuit Of The Truds](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/07/pursuit-of-the-truds/): By: N.B. Yomi A thirteen year old boy with sleek blue hair and eyes, dressed in a short sleeved shirt, and shorts sat on a boulder. He sat next to a girl with long brown hair and green eyes, as... - [The Day I Am Remembering](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/07/the-day-i-am-remembering/): By: Dominic Tarpey Bastille Day 1941,I was living in Pau.My future father-in-law spoke often of his confidencein Petain. I met Suzanne the day beforeBastille Day 1940 and again on that day,and daily thereafter. In March 1942 our child was born.My... - [Selfie Damsel](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/07/selfie-damsel/): By: Chandra Shekhar Dubey The door opened ajarShe pushed into the hall like a mermaid diving deepinto sea wading through theplatter of pearls and row of hedgesburning, blushing like glow worm.She enters flinging her hairpeeing into her mobile screenthe lovely... - [The History of A Shoe Maker: A Landmark of a Successful Careerist](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/06/the-history-of-a-shoe-maker-a-landmark-of-a-successful-careerist/): By: Mohammad Jashim Uddin Because of prolific career, Mr. Muhammad  Abdul Maleque has experienced different historical and socio-cultural ups and downs. His book The History of A Shoe Maker is nothing but the spontaneous overflow of his ideas from every... - [In Vino Veritas](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/06/in-vino-veritas/): By: Nikki Williams Ashley had had it with the litigator, Joachim, but still found herself going through the motions. Suffice to say, she was barred by his arresting appeal. Slowly, she retrieved shoes, dresses, inter alia from his house, lighter... - ['Always a river' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/06/always-a-river-and-other-poems/): By: Tom Driscoll Always a river There is always a river,always a rivertaking, delivering sendingsignals through the stony fleshwatershed expression,writhed, veined, turning inland,as if a sensate creature. Always a river and whererogue generals encamped bya level place, the gritty banksbeside... - [Day Shift At The Bookshop](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/05/day-shift-at-the-bookshop/): By: Enda Boyle     It was a perfect Autumn morning, everything spilled into the bookshop from the front-door, wisps of candyfloss thick fog had not yet cleared. The tangerine glow of the streetlights shone through it. In the red-leafed birch... - [The End of Our Film](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/03/the-end-of-our-film/): By Harrison Abbott I couldn’t stay with my family. I just could not stay in that situation and I wanted out. They were abusive horrible people and I still don’t regret leaving them. A friend of mine named Karisa lived... - [Recreate](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/03/recreate/): By: Alex Andy Phuong Even though it is impossibleTo recreate the past,This present momentIs a gift within itselfThat would supposedlyLead to a brighter future,Yet coping with realityReveals real maturity,And the onesWho effectively deal with adversityAre true adults - ['Calico Sentinel' n 'Poached'](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/03/calico-sentinel-n-poached/): By: Carl Papa Palmer Calico Sentinel the seedless dandelion tuftarrives on nonexistent breezesettling softly upon fluffy feline tail observed by the one male kittenin the family of fourwho quickly pounces upon his prey immediately swatted sidewayshe dives for obscure safetyamong... - [The Run Home](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/03/the-run-home/): By Eric Burbridge             For once I followed the doctor’s orders. “Get some sunshine, good ole vitamin D.” He said. I loaded my walker and headed for Tooley Park, a thirty-minute drive from the house. As fast as I walked... - [J-Rock](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/03/j-rock/): By: Jacob LePretre J-Rock took the Chewy bar from his pocket and he stared at it like a man who stares into his hands after creating a masterpiece. Chocolate. He ripped it while keeping it in one piece and he... - [Respecting Yourself](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/03/respecting-yourself/): By: Ijeoma Mbah Learning how to respect yourself is one of the best things you can ever do for yourself. Self-respect is the sense of worth and personal value that you attach to yourself, as a human being. According to... - [Robin in the Hood](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/03/robin-in-the-hood/): By: Ken Kapp Nibor always got things wrong, which at times embarrassed the other robins no end. He was always late and never stopped complaining that the other birds should have waited for him. “Give me a break. It’s not... - [Soulmate](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/03/soulmate/): By Ranjit Kulkarni Ten Thousand rupees for every boy she evaluated as her prospective groom was not bad. Six months back, Sanjana’s father had relented to this arrangement. It was a nice new source of income for her. She had... - ['Today' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/03/today-and-other-poems/): By: Marion Horton Today I come up here to think.The burn on my legs,As my muscles heave me up the steep slope,Keeps me earthed, focussed.It reminds me that whatever elseI am alive, tellurian. I bring my snags and doubts.Sometimes they... - [Bromine](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/03/bromine/): By: James Bates It had snowed overnight so driving the city streets was tricky. My old Honda Civic slid through a couple of stop signs before I made myself lighten up on the gas petal. Hard to do, though. I... - ['Being Pleasant- A Forever Myth' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/03/being-pleasant-a-forever-myth-and-other-poems/): By: Suchismita Ghoshal ◾Being Pleasant- A Forever Myth◾ I don’t want to survive. I want to badly live.I want to live as pleasantly as a wide sky,that has no limit, and can express endlessly.My heart makes a thousand-volt wireto burn... - [Clementine Was An Artist](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/03/clementine-was-an-artist/): By Marcella S. Meeks      In the early 1800’s, there lived a girl named Clementine Hunter. She lived with her family at the Melrose plantation located near Natchitoches, Louisiana.      A plantation is a large farm where crops are grown,... - [All the people](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/03/all-the-people/): By: Alan Berger If you try real hardYou still can not see them in the airBut they are still thereIf you try real hardYou can not hear them right thereHeyI never saidIt is fair All the people and petsThat loved... - [America](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/03/america/): By: Jacob Yasha Soffer You have confusedAbandonment with freedomSelf involvement with self reflectionRight to medical care with right to be entertainedPolitics with sportsCivilians with costumersYou have confusedThe world with yourself Jacob Yasha Soffer was born in 1979 in the Bronx,... - [Song of the Madman](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/03/song-of-the-madman/): By: Deogratias Kagali Thinking hit me to the coreNothing straight passes in.Trapped, in a ‘door-less’ roomRound and round, I keep goingHitting hard on its wallsBruising my body, head to toe. The only vision I see is abstractNon-tangible, non-sensible.My feet numb,... - ['Chess Tactics' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/03/chess-tactics-and-other-poems/): By Douglas J. Lanzo Chess TacticsGambit, exchange, sacrifice,veiled subterfuge to entice,the relinquishment of position,in return for short-lived attrition;Conceiving multiple moves ahead,capricious impulse is put to bed,springing traps and double attacks,halting pawn storms in their tracks;Developing pieces with precision,foreseeing weaknesses with... - [Tuned Out Until Benny Hill Comes Back On](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/03/tuned-out-until-benny-hill-comes-back-on/): By Mike Hickman I can remember the plastic and polish and warm dust smell of the Radio Rentals VCR. Betamax. Piano keys. A spring-loaded eject mechanism that would have your arm off if you weren’t careful. It existed for the... - [Dark Christmas](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/03/dark-christmas/): By: Nwanne Ifeanyi 25th December. 11:03pm Hung to my back, I carried her as i ran through the street of Thomas. “Don’t give up on me, please don’t” I begged Maggie, though she was unconscious, I still felt she could... - ['Dementia Rhyme and Reason' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/03/dementia-rhyme-and-reason-and-other-poems/): By Stephen Kingsnorth Dementia Rhyme and Reason But is there clearer path, amazed,a way out, exodus release,to paddle, flooded verse averse,these streams concurrent, tidal flux,when ripping yarns tear from the coast,another Minotaur from deep,Leviathan, behemoth,a Babel in Marianas Trench,pretender to... - ['The Heat of the Mad Dogs' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/03/the-heat-of-the-mad-dogs-and-other-poems/): ‘By Peter Magliocco The Heat of the Mad Dogs Cripple me not, wild child, like a booted bagWhirling through the spin cycle of timeDrying out the husk of me.I saw you enough times come throughThe Vegas airport in the late... - [Perpetua](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/03/perpetua/): By Therese Gilardi             Luminous days had come to Rome. The reach of the Empire was expanding, and the conquest of Britain was well under way. A Colosseum was rising, where there would be gladiator fights and mock sea battles.... - [Grace](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/03/grace/): By: Todd Matson Words had been weaponized against him. “Nobody likes you.”  “You’re ugly.”  “You’re annoying.”  You’re a moron.”  “You’re a loser.”  “You were born by mistake.”  “You’re weird.”  “Everyone hates you.”  “I wish you were dead.”  “Just die, no... - [Our Cantilevered Democracy](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/02/our-cantilevered-democracy/): By: Debra N. Diener American democracy is lauded as structurally solid, composed of three strong equal governmental branches balancing and supporting each other for the good of the country. The fallacy of that assumption repeatedly emerged over these past four... - [The Cackle —A Cautionary Tale](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/02/the-cackle-a-cautionary-tale/): By: Debra N. Diener I’m suddenly stabbed in the top of my right foot. Simultaneously, I yelp in pain, look down at my foot and could swear I hear someone cackling like a storybook witch right above me. Blood is... - [Déjà Vu](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/20/deja-vu/): By: Haiqi Zhou Neighbors who came across the old colonel lately, on one or several of his many saunters along the banks of the Suzhou river, often described him as drifting in some dreamy trance. Indeed, having devoted his youth... - [Juliana and the Virus](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/20/juliana-and-the-virus/): By  Anita G. Gorman It was the fifteenth day of the plague. Well, not the plague exactly, but what was now being called the Hodie virus. Juliana was scared. Everyone was now inside. Spring was starting to show itself. Shoots... - [Daisy’s Neighbor](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/20/daisys-neighbor/): By: Padmini Krishnan I can’t believe I just heard that. I pricked my ears and stopped near the lift. Yes, someone knocked on the door from inside my neighbor’s house. I paused for a minute in the corridor, unsure of... - [Book Review: ‘RASHTRIYA’ is a tribute to selfless soldiers](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/20/book-review-rashtriya-is-a-tribute-to-selfless-soldiers/): Written by budding Indian author Mihir Ujjainwal, the novel provides a peek into the life of a soldier affiliated to Rashtriya Rifles through his journey in Kashmir valley - [Dippy’s Last Show](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/19/dippys-last-show/): By Dawn DeBraal Samuel Marsh smoothed the white paint on his face as he stood in the mirror of his motorhome. He was preparing for the birthday party, wishing he could cancel, but it was too late. He tried calling... - [Fortune](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/19/fortune/): By Ramprasath Rengasamy      I worked as a computer engineer in one of the fortune 500 multinational companies. I was not married. As I was bored at home, I had stepped out to have a long ride on the highway... - [Khosh’ard](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/19/khoshard/): By: Saman Rizvi “Ooonee…twoooo…Thileeee…thileeeee” Shehla is counting and assorting her pebbles in the garden; a microcosm of Khosh’ard that sleeps cozily snugging bleak fences to her left. To her right lies the pot half-filled with pebbles and a few of... - ['Beyond the Clouds' and other poems by Balogun Abdulmueed. A](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/19/beyond-the-clouds-and-other-poems-by-balogun-abdulmueed-a/): By: Balogun Abdulmueed. A BEYOND THE CLOUDS I am yours, I am already yoursfriendship can’t bear the burden anymore, it’s too heavy a mountain for her neck. She might collapse like limber belief. You’re mine, you’re already minefriendship should bind... - ['Manifesto' and other poems by Ian McFarland](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/18/manifesto-other-poems-by-ian/): By: Ian McFarland Manifesto To domesticate the antand invite the earthworm out to dinner.To return the cartel’s contraband,“smoke dope, get high” I will say.To end embargosand bring the democrat to a red stateand bring the conservative to a blue body... - [Covid City Blues](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/18/covid-city-blues/): By: Adam Kluger It will end someday…but I probably won’t be around to see that thought Eldred Chambarlee. 90+ days in self-quarantine can make a man think. Think about his mortality. His mistakes. His loved ones. His courage or lack... - [Sexual Healing](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/18/sexual-healing/): By: Adam Kluger It wasn’t a lifetime but 37 years was a good stretch of time.  After a particularly vivid dream where the two spoke again finally, and connected intimately in the lobby of the apartment building he grew up... - ['Ghost Harbingers' and other poems by Suzanne Cottrell](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/17/ghost-harbingers-and-other-poems-by-suzanne-cottrell/): By: Suzanne Cottrell Ghost Harbingers Once I walked on dry coastal plains,smelled the balmy scent of white cedars,where white-tailed deer and black bears,roamed and barred owls nested.Forests hemmed between erodingbeaches and flat farmland. Sea levels rise at alarming rates,briny water... - [Making Your Mark](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/17/making-your-mark/): By: Jeremiah Minihan          If he was writing this as a story, he would call it “The Homecoming”. But, George Flannery chuckled, that title had been used many times before. He knew that he would not be writing the story... - [Untold and Retold Story on Bangabandhu: Anwarul Karim’s The Ballad of a Patriot](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/17/untold-and-retold-story-on-bangabandhu-anwarul-karims-the-ballad-of-a-patriot/): By: Mohammad Jashim Uddin The year 2020 is a remarkable year for Bangladesh as the people celebrate Bangabandhu’s centennial birth anniversary.  The Father of the Nation is an inspiration to the young generation to be a patriot, a real fighter... - ['The Ant' and other poems by Carol Casey](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/16/the-ant-and-other-poems-by-carol-casey/): By: Carol Casey The Ant The ant crawls across my page,life is small,life is teaming with tiny busynessglides over my words,scanning for sustenance, not finding itthen over and under and around,across my arm, tickling, sending shivers.Swiping, sweeping, I, gigantic force,alter... - [Women Writers and Self-Isolation](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/16/women-writers-and-self-isolation/): By: Sultana Raza Part 1 Most artists and writers keep their inner space sacred and inviolate. The core from where their creativity springs. Some keep their inner world more private than others. They don’t need a quarantine imposed by the... - ['Jarhead' and other poems by Renzo Del Castillo](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/16/jarhead-and-other-poems-by-renzo-del-castillo/): By: Renzo Del Castillo Jarhead I am the stroke of a swordSwift, powerful, and deadlyTearing through flesh for the will of the mobUntil my own heart is hacked away I am the sand of the arenaRough, dry, and blood-stainedTrampled on... - [Musafir](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/15/musafir/): By: Annapurani Vaidyanathan The last leafon the solitary maple treein my backyardsways gently,wondering whyit must wantto hang in there.For, the scent of shiuli flowersand the pine trunks around,hardly allure it now.It is lostin dreams ofsetting itself free,and flitting away into... - [Human Conscience](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/15/human-conscience/): By Jamal Siddiqui Conscience plays a vital role in guiding the actions of an individual. It makes people aware of the implications of their possible actions. Individuals commit good acts as a result of their conscience. Honest people use their... - [Desolation Peaks](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/15/desolation-peaks/): By: Jeffrey Penn May With each step into the wilderness, Nick reminded himself that he wanted to be alone. But he didn’t fully understand why. Although the feeling was similar to one occasion when he spent his entire evening leaning... - [Sadistic Climax](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/15/sadistic-climax/): By James Flynn      The vast hall was completely silent, apart from the final death squeals of the monkey writhing around on the floor down below. A thousand eyes stared down at this spectacle from the stands, each one black... - [Review: 'Thread, Form, and Other Enclosures'](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/14/review-thread-form-and-other-enclosures/): By: Cristina Deptula On Christmas Day my mother and I enjoyed the most recent version of Little Women in the theater. I nodded with respect when Meg, the most domestic of the sisters, admonished the less traditional Jo, ‘Just because... - ['My heart' and other poems by Ananya Vats](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/14/my-heart-and-other-poems-by-ananya-vats/): By: Ananya Vats My heartToday me heart feels the size of a garlic podsaturated in its scarlet essencesnuggled safely in soft layersresting from stretchingTOO MUCHToo soonT o o l a r g eToday my heart sleepswith twiddling thumbscontent in raspberry... - [First Night In Unitopia](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/14/first-night-in-unitopia/): By: Adam Katcher The war did not feel moral, the laws did not seem just, the language tasted foreign, and tongues were muted.              Everywhere Dylan walked, he knew he was being watched. The lampposts were recording everyone’s each and... - [The Ambulance Chasers-.2: Night Of The Conflagration](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/14/the-ambulance-chasers-2-night-of-the-conflagration/): By: Kevin M. Hibshman I was trying to stay awake in order to watch a late night movie. One of the perks that came with Summer vacation was that my parents let me stay up as late as I wanted.... - [The Ambulance Chasers- 1: The Gas Explosion](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/14/the-ambulance-chasers-1-the-gas-explosion/): By: Kevin M. Hibshman Growing up in a small town can be boring when you are young. Time seems infinite and even though we treasured our Summer vacations, The thrill would lose effect by mid-July. My sister and I along... - [Staked](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/14/staked/): By Mike Hickman Janson rode through the black. His steed, freshly acquired from a sleepy costermonger who’d had the bad fortune of staying the night in the same inn, seemed appreciative of the need for stealth. Either that or it... - [In the face](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/14/in-the-face/): By: Robert Mitchell     “I want my … I want my MTV,” became the familiar buzz phrase, reused worldwide and brandished across all media like a tidal wave tsunami of conformity. With the Dire Straits, Sting collaboration, Jake’s world of... - ['My old socks' and other poems by Strider Marcus Jones](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/13/my-old-socks-and-other-poems-by-strider-marcus-jones/): By: Strider Marcus Jones MY OLD SOCKS my old sockssheath the feetthat fill my bootsto walk on land. hard hands, sweating like peat,still break rocksin imprisoned heatborn trapped rootsin dynasties of the damned. the faded thread-diminishes in duty until deadwhile famous... - [Kelvin's Rocket](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/13/kelvins-rocket/): By Harrison Abbott Many people thought Kelvin was an odd child. Not just his family. Lots of people recognised, even when he was a baby, that he was different. The majority never said anything. But they all noticed it. When... - [Invisible Currents](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/13/invisible-currents/): By: Nell Cunningham  It was my son David’s five-year-old hand in mine that kept me upright as the two of us walked from our small, ranch-styled house in the middle of the block to the corner, where the school bus... - [Poems: 'Rain' n 'Santa and a wish'](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/10/poems-rain-n-santa-and-a-wish/): By: Deeksha Makhija  Rain Dear Rain,I see you comingwith magic in your touch,you bring peace amidst noise,beauty amidst chaos,and so much warmthin your cold raindrops I see you healing heartsin seconds,Will you do me a favor then?Hold the hand of... - [Words](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/10/words/): By: Aruna Subramanian Oh, words!How Powerful are they!Much has been said,Much has been heard.Strong, sharp enoughTo stagger my heart.Can’t blame anyone, but myself.should’ve been wise.should’ve been cautious.should’ve been better.Can’t blame anyone, but myself.All that being saidWhat’s more to add?Oh, words!How... - ['My Lord's Grace' and other poems by Vishnu B. Unnithan](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/08/my-lords-grace-and-other-poems-by-vishnu-b-unnithan/): By: Vishnu B. Unnithan My Lord’s Grace(With a line From WHEN I CONSIDER HOW MY LIGHT IS SPENT by John Milton On His Blindness) I sacrificed and did my best but that was not enough for them as theywanted me... - [Farm Kids](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/08/farm-kids/): By: Dennis Vannatta Leon and Georgia Price had been married long enough that their grandchildren were no longer cute and cuddly and frankly not much fun to be around, so now each had a pet.  “Our kids,” Georgia called them,... - [Saving The Picture Show](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/08/saving-the-picture-show/): By: Ed Nichols There was a rumor all over Clarkesville, Georgia.  The picture show was going to close.  The Habersham Theater.  It had been operating since way before World War Two.  Movies five nights each week, and all day on... - ['Hero' and other poems by Manini Priyan](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/08/hero-and-other-poems-by-manini-priyan/): By Manini Priyan Hero Misinformation and lies spreads around usVillains keep controlling usWe descend into fear and hateThe wheel keeps turningWith no end in sight Stories are told of heroes who spread lightAnd how they vanquished the darknessWe focus on... - ['Passion' and other poems by Ken W. Simpson](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/02/passion-and-other-poems-by-ken-w-simpson/): By: Ken W. Simpson Passion Contrasts blend and lingerelements of sadnessand the residue of remorsefor a fleeting memorythe momentary bliss of love. ### Original, Sin Winged beasts ride the night skywhere dark clouds gathera harbinger of gales approachingto clear the... - ['Mirages' and other poems by Ken W. Simpson](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/31/mirages-and-other-poems-by-ken-w-simpson/): By: Ken W Simpson Mirages Impatiently we waitfor truth to overturn treacherydecency to defeat inhumanityfor eventual justicewhen our nightmares disperseand we can dream rapturouslyof a fabulous future. ### Time The second hand defines the hourof each passing dayoblivious to a... - [The Host](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/31/the-host/): By: Sterling Warner “A load of buck salt in the butt was worth the price of stealing cherries and other fruit from the luscious orchards that seemed endless my youth,” Drew muttered to himself as he walked down Campbell Avenue.... - [In My Head](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/31/in-my-head/): By Nancy Machlis Rechtman So much timeAlone in my headAs I teeterNot knowing which way to plunge. Do I succumb to the darknessAnd the thoughtsThat my frenetic lifeManaged to always keep at bayLocked safely in the vaultLabeled Do Not Ever... - [Nacho Cheese Doritos](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/31/nacho-cheese-doritos/): By James Bates A little bit of heaven right here on earth, that’s what it was, my love for Doritos, specifically Nacho Cheese. But that little bit of heaven came crashing down hard the day doctor Anderson gave me the... - [I am here, one room does it all](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/31/i-am-here-one-room-does-it-all/): By: Alfred Nicholson On the second floor, look and seeroom to the left there I am, 233. Here I am I spend all of my day,7 days a week eat, sleep or play. The shadow of the virus I will... - ['The Lines are in turning mode' and other poems by Pijush Kanti Deb](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/30/the-lines-are-in-turning-mode-and-other-poems-by-pijush-kanti-deb/): By: Pijush Kanti Deb “The Lines are in turning mode” Spondylotic Linesstand face to facekeeping their eyes and hearts openas ifthey intent to intersect one anothertouchingthe epi-center of their pain and gainassumingthe Sun and the other ancillaries are stillhappy to... - ['Fizzled' and other poems by Stephen Kingsnorth](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/30/fizzled-and-other-poems-by-stephen-kingsnorth/): By: Stephen Kingsnorth Fizzled The flame fizzled from first light,the history book at my finger tips:the roar red brand – a claimant mark –reminder where we had first met,now on my hand as hers had been,as if reluctant palms to... - ['Pestilence' and other poems by Tapeshwar Prasad](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/30/pestilence-and-other-poems-by-tapeshwar-prasad/): By: Tapeshwar Prasad Pestilence  How hurriedlyI open the faucetTo my burning throatAfter the toil of the day and the nightAnd how, more languidlyI try to tap off the waterof its flowFlowing drop by dropMingling the thirst andmy gloomy thoughts, in... - ['Bleak: The place of plagues' and other poems by Okpeta, Gideon Iching](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/30/bleak-the-place-of-plagues-and-other-poems-by-okpeta-gideon-iching/): By: Okpeta, Gideon Iching Bleak: The place of plagues And i saw a forlorn of plague, at thedepth of the dessertAnd men under eaves kvetchingin awe with voices of lamentation.A hard time I have seen it.Indeed hell has decided a... - [Poems: 'At the January Sales' n 'Taped over'](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/30/poems-at-the-january-sales-n-taped-over/): By: Bernard Pearson At the January Sales I see you through the window of a shopBut for once my heart no longer stops,For you are nothing to me now.You could buy me the world for all I careAnd wrap it... - ['Flower Girl' and other poems by Michael Lee Johnson](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/30/flower-girl-and-other-poems-by-michael-lee-johnson/): By Michael Lee Johnson Flower Girl .(Tears in Your Eyes) Poems are hard to createthey live, then die, walk alone in tears,resurrect in family mausoleums.They walk with you alone in ghostly patterns,memories they deliver feeling unexpectedlythrough the open windows of... - [Forbidden](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/30/forbidden/): By: Aruna Subramanian On a tumultuous nightof lashing rain,two souls sing alongrenouncing falsehoodrelieving this worldentering their own.She, his healing powerHe, her ray of hope.For him, SheFor her, He.It is raining everywhere,incomprehensible mysteryForbidden kisses….. - ['The Great Unknown' and other poems by John Grey](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/30/the-great-unknown-and-other-poems-by-john-grey/): By John Grey THE GREAT UNKNOWN Benny bends over his guitar,picks licks between chords. from Clapton and Broonzy.Jeff Beck and Albert King and the kid he once wasplucking riffs out of the airin front of a full-length bathroom mirror as... - [Breeze](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/29/breeze/): By: Alan Berger                                   There is a soft breeze coming from a place I use to be                                  A sweet gust between the two of us                                  A truce of sorts if you want to call it that                                  A sort of cease... - [The Jump](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/29/the-jump/): By: Woodie Williams Jim hopped out of his ancient, green pickup truck, slammed the rusty door shut and ambled towards us. The rest of us were hanging out in the shade beside Donnie’s house, not doing much of anything, waiting... - [A Day in the time of a Pandemic](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/29/a-day-in-the-time-of-a-pandemic/): By Priya Anand I wake to dark grey skiesA thin drizzle that easilyDiscourages me from my morning walkI peer through the bamboo fenceA persistent few are out in their windcheatersDetermined to get their daily constitutionalSome wear masks that match their... - [Renunciation](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/29/renunciation/): By: Gabriella Symss  One eye began to come unglued from sleep and punitive morning light struck with raucous determination through the crack. A wad of cotton sat inside her skull accompanying the mildest taste of bile at the back of... - ['DARK EYES AND DIMPLED SMILE' and other poems by John Tustin](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/29/dark-eyes-and-dimpled-smile-and-other-poems-by-john-tustin/): By: John Tustin DARK EYES AND DIMPLED SMILE You.YourDark eyes and dimpled smileIn the wan twilightOf a packed room – I cannot paint it,Draw it, tell itButStill You:YourDark eyes and dimpled smileIn the wan twilightOf a packed room Is shiningAnd... - [The Stakeout](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/29/the-stakeout/): By D.C. Mason             Kenneth Wolfman was surprised by how much the sight bothered him. The red glow of the heat lamp and the static clicking of its electric hum filled the coop with a strange vermillion that was without... - ["Broken Young Woman" and other poems by Somaah Edwards](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/29/broken-young-woman-and-other-poems-by-somaah-edwards/): By: Somaah Edwards “Broken Young Woman” From where he standshe could seea broken damseldangling in his view, broken dreamswaltzing in her pairof dark blue eyes, disappointmentsfloating allover herlittle peach face, the advertising crackson her little lipswere as shallowas the unpleasant... - [Poems: 'The artist’s prison' n 'Hear your soul'](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/29/poems-the-artists-prison-n-hear-your-soul/): By Andrada Costoiu The artist’s prison Your fingers are dancing molding the clay,In shapes that your heart has requested,Trembling,Touching with the force and desire of your inmate thoughts,That promise to become something. You clothing, covered in the black ash of... - ["The lighthouse" and other poems by Katrenia M. Busch](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/29/the-lighthouse-and-other-poems-by-katrenia-m-busch/): By: Katrenia M. Busch The lighthouse The sun was shining through the cloudsAs the ocean waves poured inThe sky above indeed—did crowdAs the lighthouse stood within Within—the lapse of time foundWithin the depths of aweAs you listened carefully to the... - [Within reason](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/28/within-reason/): By T R Bates I feel like I’ve come to a small milestoneOr turning point in dealing withBarbara’s passing.Last Sunday morning wasA beautiful time for a bike ride,Up to the store for a few groceries whileSkirting a newly renovated park... - [Camp Ajian](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/20/camp-ajian/): By: Nathaniel Okolo ! Approximately 12,000 miles away from camp Ajian, General Promes sat morose at his desk, slouched over in his too comfortable leather chair, he thought to himself, that this must be the most unproductive period in his... - [Happy Together](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/20/happy-together/): By: Linda Barrett             Johnny sat down across from the Singhs in the living room of their new home. Crossing his lanky legs at his knees, he spoke in his soft, gentle voice with his matching smile.             “I used... - ['Breaking into Song Instead of Houses' and other poems by Ryan Quinn Flanagan](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/18/breaking-into-song-instead-of-houses-and-other-poems-by-ryan-quinn-flanagan/): By: Ryan Quinn Flanagan Breaking into Song Instead of Houses No need for the skeleton key, the glass cutter,that dreaded ski mask in the darkwhile the family is away, or worse,when they are at home feeding cats withfaces more beautiful... - [Missing Her](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/17/missing-her/): By: Marvin Thiele “Steven, you really need to stop calling me,” came her warm voice.             “But, it’s been a year. I haven’t called in a year,” Steve said. A sigh, on her end.             “Okay. Yeah, I guess that’s... - [Majister](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/17/majister/): By: Katrenia Busch The sound of the alarm clock echoing in my head, as I’m still asleep and late for school again. “Daniel! Are you awake?” Dad’s probably still trying to impress that whore, he dragged home again. “I’m up!”... - ['Strange Dog' and other poems by Ed Nichols](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/13/strange-dog-and-other-poems-by-ed-nichols/): By: Ed Nichols                         Strange Dog I have a strange dog. She can talk when she wants to. Sometimes she says, “E Pluribus Unum” when we are walking. I ask her what is she saying. She doesn’t answer. She usually... - [Vestigial wings](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/12/vestigial-wings/): By: Aruna Subramanian The caged canarypreserved her wingsfor another day,when she couldspread her songsacross the blue sky.Days & nights flew bybehind the closed doors.She waits and waitsfor the dawnthat might recoverwhat lay beneaththe layers of dustbelonging to the ages,disappearing,forgotten,her desire... - [The lonely fanatic](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/12/the-lonely-fanatic/): By: Hassam Gul Amelie remained seated on the silk-coated settee, even when the train resumed her stranded journey if you are to call her remains by her name, a part in which I had full bearing. My mare snare, when... - [Ageism: Women are never too old to experience it](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/12/ageism-women-are-never-too-old-to-experience-it/): By: Connie Woodring This article focuses on ageism and its effects on women and society. Women over 40 typically concern themselves with menopause, mid-life crises, caring for their elderly parents and perhaps face lifts.  Ageism and becoming old and vulnerable... - [Poisoned](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/11/poisoned/): By: Deogratias Kagali Malicious intents,All over the invitation,Bad be done right,Plan of evil must be laid. The invited pride clouded,Showing off a habit.Feet of fragile clay,Astray their path’s destination. Full of oneself,Made it even easier,For evil to conquer,Destruction be a... - [Making Allowance](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/11/making-allowance/): By: Carl “Papa” Palmer Pleased with my brand new door lock knobs,chrome, smooth, tapered, anti-theft,no ridge to grasp with a coat hanger,I swing shut the door to my truckwith the keys dangling from the ignition. Knowing the doors are locked,I... - [A lunch](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/10/a-lunch/): By: J.D. Diaz After closing, when all the diners and most of the staff were gone and he was done cleaning his station and knives, he helped Javier with the dishes and mopping the floor. They had a smoke by... - [I wait](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/10/i-wait/): By: Melissa Graham I wait again.I am not your expectations.I wait for you to feel me, hear meI wait for you to seenot my hairnot my skinbut the soul that lives within.I am not unbreakableI am not replaceableSomeday you will... - ['Postcard from a Forgotten Town' and other poems by Jim Brosnan](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/10/postcard-from-a-forgotten-town-and-other-poems-by-jim-brosnan/): By: Jim Brosnan Postcard from a Forgotten Town I wrote phrases,fragmentsof thought,so manymiles awayas I recalledtrain whistlesbreakingevening silenceand headlightson the nearbystretchesof highwaypassing overwinding hillsas I now watchlingering embersleapfrom a fireplaceas snowflakestumbleacross the lawn. ### Landscape of Reminders Sleet splattersthe windshieldof... - ['Residential care' and other poems by Douglas K Currier](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/09/residential-care-and-other-poems-by-douglas-k-currier/): By: Douglas K Currier Residential care Day 99 Long-term residential care smells of death:incontinence, the odor of liniment, industrial disinfectant,moth balls, menthol, old clothes, meds,and the liquid, pervasive smells of the cafeteria.I already lack the small-motor skills to take pills.... - ['We Should Have Let Go' n 'Lies from the Sky'](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/09/we-should-have-let-go-n-lies-from-the-sky/): By: Shaan Sood We Should Have Let Go: Behind our blue skiesA photograph faded from touchIts incandescent glow of beforeHiddenOh, forgotten Holding grains of sandThat were filled with the wordsSaid through murky waterWe should have held tighterWe should have let go... - [Cat and Sparrow](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/09/cat-and-sparrow/): By: Dr. Piku Chowdhury The crouching fluffy feline graceWould eye me with some carelessnessThe frisky fallow fright of sparrowIn my narrow harrowed pace.Constant feline surveillanceOn my stealthy subsistenceTrying to scrape some rhyme or senseOff the tacky correctness.Between kitty on the... - ['Home' and other poems by David Francis](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/09/home-and-other-poems-by-david-francis/): By: David Francis Home When I went back to my ancestral homeI put on my old clothesthey were still there hangingthree years had come and gone I went through all my belongingsI didn’t know I’d find those old photographshalf-expecting to... - ['Little Bird Get Inside Your Cage' and other poems by Alethea Jimison](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/09/little-bird-get-inside-your-cage-and-other-poems-by-alethea-jimison/): By: Alethea Jimison Little Bird Get Inside Your Cage Children are meant to be seen- not heard.  The adults tell us that they value our voices and yet shut us down when we speak without compliance.  I am a separate... - [Every Revolt Matters](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/08/every-revolt-matters/): By: Ram Govardhan Every revolt,modest or armed, matters.Every fight can’t placatethe plights, or restore the rights.Every resistance can’tturn into a revolution, orforce a coup d’état, orupset the status quo.At times, can’teven scream a defiance.At times, can’teven prove its existencedreading its... - [It Only Hurts the First Time You Shoot Up](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/08/it-only-hurts-the-first-time-you-shoot-up/): By Ruth Z. Deming Finally I was ready to visit my relatives in my home town of Cleveland, Ohio. We were in a heat wave but I refused to let that stop me. As Rabbi Hillel said, “If not now,... - ['Ocean Pangaea' and other poems by Karoline Wimmer](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/08/ocean-pangaea-and-other-poems-by-karoline-wimmer/): By: Karoline Wimmer Ocean Pangaea Her gaze softensas the last tideripplesthrough the one desire ofheat ocean.She recalls a momentlighting the fire ofthose burdened dunes,faces of those loved.Flash, the photographthat cannot end.As the last tide sends ripples throughthe ocean of all... - ['Where I’m From' and other poems by Vivian Yu](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/08/where-im-from-and-other-poems-by-vivian-yu/): By: Vivian Yu Where I’m From I’m from sunshine,from summer, shorts, and snacks.I’m from the hot air that hugs me closely,from the gentle breeze that takes my sweat away.From the reflection of the May sun on morning dews,also from the... - ['The Paradoxes in Life' and other poems by Mark O. Decker](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/08/the-paradoxes-in-life-and-other-poems-by-mark-o-decker/): By: Mark O. Decker The Paradoxes in Life Every ugliness,has its corresponding beauty;Every lie,its reciprocal truth;This matters to thosewho can see two waysat once;To those, who can seethe many paradoxes in life, andin nature;I know that, somewhere,there are those who... - [School Project](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/08/school-project/): By Ramprasath Rengasamy      ‘That the sperm of a man be putrefied by itself in a sealed cucurbit for forty days with the highest degree of putrefaction in a horse’s womb, or at least so long that it comes to... - ['Saturday Night Fever' and other poems by Celine Low](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/07/saturday-night-fever-and-other-poems-by-celine-low/): By: Celine Low Saturday Night Fever We sit, boozy livers and light headstalking late,making fat sounds falling flatinto the carpet,glasses sweating on the table. One momentlooms large, theredlava lampbleedingonto our faces: which one of usshot himself with a finger gunand... - [The Wizard of Mar-a-Lago](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/07/the-wizard-of-mar-a-lago/): By Mark Kodama, Jim Bates and Kim Hood The Wizard of Mar-a-Lago Donald, a rich kid from Kansas and his friends Breitbart,and  Michael the Fixer meet at Donald’s tree house for their monthly meeting for the local chapter for the... - ['Yes, Lemon' and other poems by Thomas M. McDade](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/06/yes-lemon-and-other-poems-by-thomas-m-mcdade/): By: Thomas M. McDade Yes, Lemon Maybe it’s calculatedStopping at the Town LoungeOn the wagon wanting someOf the old whacko atmosphereJust give me a Coke, yes lemonDon the owner cocky on his throneSays this ain’t no soda fountainYou know that... - [New Beginnings](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/06/new-beginnings/): By Andrew Wolczyk The preacher walked alone down the dusty street, looking neither right nor left, his focus on the distant horizon line.  He had walked for days, and he knew that he would walk for days more, maybe weeks,... - [All Our Tribes, Choose Their Sides – An Evolutionary Tale of Political Partisanship](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/04/all-our-tribes-choose-their-sides-an-evolutionary-tale-of-political-partisanship/): By: Bill Portela Democrats, Republicans, liberals, and conservatives. Whites, Blacks, Asians, or Hispanics. Smothered-harried workers, or instead, yacht-basking hedge fund managers behind gated communities. With which of these extended-virtual clans do we associate? Oh, that’s right. We human-types are pinnacle... - [Gratitude towards walls](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/04/gratitude-towards-walls/): By: Varnika Goel It’s strange how I lie down.I face the wall alwaysOtherwise if I face leftI feel the lingering lonelinessFew words escape my mouthWithout moving a centimetreIn dark I let my mellow mouth moveI force out voice from wind... - ['Is it my burden?' and other poems by Jimlad Abdullateef](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/04/is-it-my-burden-and-other-poems-by-jimlad-abdullateef/): By: Jimlad Abdullateef HOPEYou are a broken shadowShattered into prickling pieces with no weapon to muster it.Your eyes are empty, Tears of anguish roll down your cheek.You could not see anything fruitful but darkness,Silence steals your heartAs the windstorm swirls... - [Harriet, Harriet!](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/04/harriet-harriet/): By Gaither Stewart                         What might have been and what has been                        Point to one end, which is always present.                        Footfalls echo in the memory                        Down the passage which we did not take….                                     T.S. Eliot                                                           1.           After Alessandra... - [Haiku](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/02/haiku/): By: Jon Petruschke In the darkonly my handssee you. Trail of clothesto yoursmall patch of meadow. Slidingyour pink jewelon my ring finger. Summer scorcherher t-shirtwears her. Country fair contestbehind the tent, showing offwhat she’s grown. In her hipsshe feelshis storm... - [Uriel Fox Runs for Mayor](https://literaryyard.com/2020/08/02/uriel-fox-runs-for-mayor/): By: John F Zurn Uriel Fox enjoyed his many discussions with his fellow citizens of Newton. Nearly every evening, he’d meet group retirees and enjoy coffee and stimulating conversation. One afternoon when some seniors suggested that he should run for... - ['Breathless' and 'Our street' poems](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/30/breathless-and-our-street-poems/): By: Lynn White Breathless In this new societyof masks and miasmaswe are being suffocatedwith pillows of powerand prejudice,hardly hidden,in the institutionswe were told would protectus all.Some of usbelieved it. But the old masks are off now,forced off the face by... - ['The Window' and 'Nostalgia' poems](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/30/the-window-and-nostalgia-poems/): By: Wei-Chih Eudela The Window The windows are said to be the eyes of a homeI like viewing into them when I am all aloneBecause they give me a short glimpse of the sceneryThe things that enter my eyes and... - [What is life?](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/30/what-is-life/): By: Abdul Hadi Haleemah I wonder and wander,Through the thickest part of,the forest with thorny trees,In search of the meaning of this haven; life I swam the depths of the seaand asked the mermaid“what is life?”Her answer didn’t satisfy my... - [After Laughing](https://literaryyard.com/2020/07/30/after-laughing/): By:  Dennis Vannatta It had been Roger Barr who phoned the office, but it was his wife, Connie, who answered Earl’s knock on the door.             “Roger can’t talk to you right now, Sheriff,” she said.  “He’s too upset.”            ... - [Willow](https://literaryyard.com/2021/08/17/willow/): By: Rachel Chitofu I’m bewraying the head at the backof my neck. 360 degree rotation.The human door mat, skull sculptedbut unhued—thread of pointers. Redalarms. Beach shells. footprints—racially unspecific; lead tothe local store.An unravished pourof coldblack beer Mr Brown knowswhere it’s... - [The autumn's symphony](https://literaryyard.com/2021/08/17/the-autumns-symphony/): By: Sherzod Artikov The existence of other seasons is a lie                                       There is only autumn in this world,darling.   (Shukhrat Arif) I was late for “Le Procope”  restaurant. Maftuna had already arrived and was sitting at a table, flipping through... - [Mapped: The Most Translated Books in Every Country](https://literaryyard.com/2021/08/16/mapped-the-most-translated-books-in-every-country/): As the world celebrates Book Lover’s Day on the 9th of August, the online language learning provider Preply released a report on The Most Translated Books in the World. Preply has compared 195 countries and researched the most translated book... - ['Kissing you//Kissing the moon' and other poem](https://literaryyard.com/2021/08/16/kissing-you-kissing-the-moon-and-other-poem/): By: Kusumita Kanango KISSING YOU // KISSING THE MOON Kissing you, I thinkwould be like kissing the moonTouching my lipsTo the dusky horizonAs you come upAnd lingeringTill dawnSteals u away. Kissing youTasting the myriad ofEons oldManhandled emotionOn your silken tongueGetting... - ['Lost Sagacity' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/08/16/lost-sagacity-and-other-poems-2/): By: KJ Hannah Greenberg Lost Sagacity By sounding smooth or inviting, sagacity often vanishesAmong words, turns of phrase, weird little expressions. Consider; a surfeit of depression, weight gain, glandularTrouble, fatigue can be sourced to rhetorical brouhaha. When fighting “monsters,” one’s... - [After the storm](https://literaryyard.com/2021/08/16/after-the-storm/): By: Bruce Levine They all gathered after the storm to assess the damage. Only once before, as far back as anyone could remember, and probably in all of recorded weather history, was there so much intensity for such a prolonged... - ['Photograph Truth' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/08/16/photograph-truth-and-other-poems/): By: Duane L Herrmann PHOTOGRAPH TRUTH Young woman lookingutterly uninterestedat the tiny formsucklingat her breast.No emotional connectionor responseto her first born.What is she thinking,impassive face,towards this childof her womb?There is no joy,no amazement or delight. What a hell it becamefor... - ['Army Buddies' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/08/16/army-buddies-and-other-poems/): By: Carl Papa Palmer Army Buddies He starts in on one of his“that reminds me of when”war stories he’s repeatednumerous times over timeto us fellow retirees at his table, but this particular onehe’s busy telling us nowis his third time... - [Browsing](https://literaryyard.com/2021/08/16/browsing/): By Mike Hickman Back when Betty Boo was still Doing the Do, and I’d no idea what doing the do meant (which should tell you everything), I’d linger in Our Price and I’d look at the albums. And this was... - [Review: Oliver Lomax ‘God Missed the Last Bus and Walked Home’ WCML May 2021](https://literaryyard.com/2021/08/15/review-oliver-lomax-god-missed-the-last-bus-and-walked-home-wcml-may-2021/): By: Josh Brown Even before you read a single poem you know, this is something special! There’s the intriguing, quirky title and the 69 acknowledgements listed at the end. Not a dreary collection of names that mean nothing to the... - [Serpent](https://literaryyard.com/2021/08/15/serpent/): By: Ramprasath Rengasamy     I wondered if many years of experience in healthcare industry and excessive exposure to sick people, has confused my sensibilities. According to the world, mine was a forbidden relationship but according to me, world is nothing more... - [The Last Garden Contest](https://literaryyard.com/2021/08/15/the-last-garden-contest/): By: Jim Bates “And the winner is…”             Blake Jorgenson held his breath. This was it. This was his chance. Was this the year he’d win first place in the Long Lake Garden Contest? He closed his eyes and thought... - [Ode to Humanity](https://literaryyard.com/2021/08/15/ode-to-humanity/): By: Dr. Gulshan Ara Listen, carefully, listen to the drum beatThe inherent drum beat played by nature’s orchestraBe quiet, just listen, listen to the drum beat The howling wind dancing around the Grand CanyonThe Gospel being played incessantlyBy the restive... - [The Meaning of Life: Two Mottos, their messages, and their significance](https://literaryyard.com/2021/08/15/the-meaning-of-life-two-mottos-their-messages-and-their-significance/): By: Rohan Sharma The traditional Native American saying “Leave the earth as you found it” seems to have a meaning that has more to do with nature and taking care of the Earth’s physical environment rather than a more social... - [Wrong Address](https://literaryyard.com/2021/08/15/wrong-address/): By Eric Burbridge             “I didn’t hear anybody at the door, Marsha.” Craig said and opened it. “You were right.” He looked down there were two styrofoam boxes with vital refrigerate content labels on them. He stooped and carefully lifted... - [The Lighthouse keeper](https://literaryyard.com/2021/08/15/the-lighthouse-keeper/): By: The Birch Twins July 1981 “There’s plenty to do on the south coast for a young lad,” said my uncle, a paternal hand resting on my shoulder as we waved my dad goodbye,” he won’t get into trouble here.”... - [To Dine Eccentric](https://literaryyard.com/2021/08/15/to-dine-eccentric/): By: Prashil Kumar That day Anil peered into his own bedroom. The coast was all clear. There was nothing to worry about. At least not in the present moment. Or in the future few. Anita was busy. Too busy actually.... - [Ode to a Misogynist](https://literaryyard.com/2021/08/15/ode-to-a-misogynist/): By: Connie Woodring I don’t blame you for hating women, but let’s start at the beginning. Born of ova (female) and sperm (male) you can only divest yourself from half of your existence.Your first sensations are of safety, comfort, warmth... - [Freed From Analysis](https://literaryyard.com/2021/08/10/freed-from-analysis/): By: Kim Farleigh Sheep bells clanged with the sheep’s escaping hooves in an olive grove where hikers gripped ropes connected to trees, the track, slippery from hammering feet, plummeting towards turquoise over which refugees in rubber boats had come, fleeing... - [The Birthday Treat](https://literaryyard.com/2021/08/10/the-birthday-treat/): By Andrew Wolczyk On the morning of his fiftieth birthday Alan Roome wakes with a sense of excitement and anticipation. He has great plans for the day. He rises, showers and dresses before his wife, Alison, wakes and he has... - [Provided You Are My Sweetheart](https://literaryyard.com/2021/08/10/provided-you-are-my-sweetheart/): By: Rehanul Hoque Provided you are my sweetheartBorrowing tints from aurora I will dye your silkWearing that silk, you will come to knowHow much of labor, exhaustion, decadence and miseryLurk beneath a thing of beauty. Provided you are my sweetheartYou... - [Blindfold Dating](https://literaryyard.com/2021/08/09/blindfold-dating/): By: K. A. Williams Here I am in a long line waitingfor my chance at some blindfold dating. This college party thing is weird – no doubt.But it should be fun to try it out. The girls and guys names... - [The Quackers](https://literaryyard.com/2021/08/09/the-quackers/): By: Barry J. Vitcov Buzzy and Clara fell in love at the duck pond. Of course, like no other romance, it started with the willowy and vibrative sounds of a saw being played crudely by wannabe professional basketball player Buzzy... - [A Blue Protective Cloak](https://literaryyard.com/2021/08/09/a-blue-protective-cloak/): By: Jules (my apologies, Williams) so much dependsupon a blue protectivecloak drenched with sweatand acrylic beside the pale whitebodies ### Jules, 23, is a literature student and instructor. He likes to read counter-intuitive and experimental poems. Some of his poems... - ['I'm always waiting' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/08/09/im-always-waiting-and-other-poems/): By: John McKernan I AM ALWAYS WAITING For a tiny splinterOf wood Long as this letter lThat weighs moreThan a baseball bat It will enter my skullAt a 90 degree angleAnd leave in two secondsI won’t even know it was... - ['Absence' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/08/05/absence-and-other-poems/): By: Sushant Thapa Absence As I ask the eveningmy prayers to healI am like a moth circlingthe white bulb of never dying painSomeone will pass by andswitch the bulb off.Sometimes, the sunshinedoes not glow;I am left untouched by it.The moon... - [World in the Grip of Coronavirus](https://literaryyard.com/2021/08/04/world-in-the-grip-of-coronavirus/): Dr. Gulshan Ara (Dedicated to the Doctors, Nurses & the first Responders: The Heroes in the front line) It feels strange, our world looks like an alien planetBarren, seemingly lifelessHumans caged in home, doors shut tightStreets desolate, neighborhoods and playgrounds... - [The American Dream: Is It just a Dream?](https://literaryyard.com/2021/08/04/the-american-dream-is-it-just-a-dream/): By: Sophene Avedissian In June of 1979, Clara Bedrossian, along with her husband and two daughters, left Iran during the Iranian Revolution. The Iranian Revolution was an uprising in Iran where the existing monarchy was overthrown and replaced by an... - [Mellowing Out](https://literaryyard.com/2021/07/23/mellowing-out/): By: Jim Bates Alicia Jorgenson set the cup down and said, “Here you go, Blake. A nice cup of chamomile tea for you.”             Blake held up a hand, smiled his thanks, and said in a low voice, “Come and... - [Our Kingdom Come](https://literaryyard.com/2021/07/23/our-kingdom-come/): By: David Leonard Thankfully the privacy curtain blocked his daughter’s view of her hospital room’s doorway. Dave knew his wife had called her Priest, she was very active in the church and knew him well, their daughter was not expected... - [Jewels of the North: a Carinthian State Champion´s perspective on the horses of Iceland](https://literaryyard.com/2021/07/23/jewels-of-the-north-a-carinthian-state-champions-perspective-on-the-horses-of-iceland/): By: Karoline Wimmer It is fair to say that most people have not seen ponies in the middle of a town. The same cannot be said for some inhabitants of Feldkirchen, a small town in Carinthia, Austria. Innocent passer-by´s have... - [Analysis: Poet Wordsworth’s ‘The Solitary Reaper’ and Poet Nazrul’s ‘My Lover Without a Name’](https://literaryyard.com/2021/07/22/analysis-poet-wordsworths-the-solitary-reaper-and-poet-nazruls-my-lover-without-a-name/): By: Dr. Mustofa Munir ABSTRACT:Poet Wordsworth as a narrator manipulated the image of an unknown solitary girl while she was singing and reaping crops in the valley of Scottish Highland. The other narrator Poet Kazi Nazrul Islam narrated his anguish... - [Everything You Need to Know Today. And Every Day.](https://literaryyard.com/2021/07/22/everything-you-need-to-know-today-and-every-day/): By Mike Hickman I’ll admit it came as a surprise to see it on the agenda. I had thought – perhaps we all had – that Ben had forgotten to ever ask; that it wasn’t part of his job description;... - ['Ghost' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/07/20/ghost-and-other-poems/): By: John Van Dreal Ghost At a divey place just off the sound, between Bellingham andFerndale. A rich palette of neon lighting, booze advertisements,dozens of small TVs featuring sports and sitcom reruns fillingthe den—the bar owners have made the interior... - [My Anthony](https://literaryyard.com/2021/07/20/my-anthony/): By: Ryan Thier I was talking to my Cousin Tommy when my mother grabbed me halfway between my shoulder and neck so hard it made my Cousin Tommy laugh and me writhe, squeal, and tilt like a de-winged fighter plane.... - ['That House' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/07/15/that-house-and-other-poems/): By: Shailja Sharma That House That house was a bubbleInevitably it burstIts walls had sketched outmy identityThe roof protected itPlenty of sunshinewindowed in and outFor good, the doors neverfirmly lockedInside was a randomness ofsights and sounds inwhich I belonged—The rattlingof... - [To Die For](https://literaryyard.com/2021/07/14/to-die-for/): By Balu Swami Amanda was holding Brad’s hand when he breathed his last. For almost an hour before he died, he kept saying, ‘I don’t want to die’ and sobbed uncontrollably. Each time, she coaxed him, saying, ‘It’s for your... - [Call Girl](https://literaryyard.com/2021/07/12/call-girl/): By: U.S. Khokhar The Sun removes the starry, dark blanket as a caring mother. But just as a normal kid, it takes a lot more than just uncovering to break the sweet dreams. The emerging sound of the city that... - [The Happy Cobbler](https://literaryyard.com/2021/07/12/the-happy-cobbler/): By: Ken Kapp             A long time ago in a small Carpathian village there lived two cobblers, Davut and Radut. They were cousins and had been taught their trade by an uncle who had no sons of his own. Both... - [Malaria Sun](https://literaryyard.com/2021/07/12/malaria-sun/): By: Okpeta Gideon The Sun rises at dawn and promisesa gleeful day； you may believeit’s holds same blisses across, whenyou set out for streets. With the forefingeryou hold a short khaki on the waistand hope for brighter skies. How astonshingdo... - [The Boy God Must Save](https://literaryyard.com/2021/07/12/the-boy-god-must-save/): By: Edidiong Ibanga He peeped within his soul and wondered why those tiny little gigles didn’t last more than a tick of a clockThen he’s reminded that a lasting joy must start from one then transferred to anotherIt somewhat flows... - [Naked in America](https://literaryyard.com/2021/07/10/naked-in-america/): By: Duane L. Herrmann My name is Marut, the same as the god of the wind, and my family name is Jafari, which is Sanskrit and means little stream. My father said that, once upon a time, our family lived... - [The Failure](https://literaryyard.com/2021/07/10/the-failure/): By: Matt Nagin All day the phone rang. Bill Cartwright owed everyone: Wells Fargo, Visa, Home Depot, even a gastroenterologist on Madison Avenue who charged exorbitant prices for the snazziest colonoscopy in town. Bill intended to pay them all back.... - ['Good Bye' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/07/10/good-bye-and-other-poems/): By: Ivan S. Fiske Iv Good Bye I quarantined you in my heart,in the hands of my heartI held you carefullybut it’s likethe spaces between the fingers of my heartwere so wide that you seep through& I lost you& you... - [Billy Goat](https://literaryyard.com/2021/07/10/billy-goat/): By Christopher Johnson Billy Goat is the place, man.Blackhawks jerseys bleeding a pungent ocean of scarlet and Indian head.The congealing of people into creatures called Chicagoans.The crappy little tables laden with bottles of bubbles and hops,Stained with suds and Scotch... - [Joanie in the Morning](https://literaryyard.com/2021/07/10/joanie-in-the-morning/): By: Dennis Vannatta They’re our secret desires, Freud said of dreams.  If so, why does this endless night of dreams keep bringing me to such wretched places?  Empty streets under dour gray skies in one. Heat and dust in another. ... - [Agency in the Anthropocene: Michel Serres with feminist new materialisms](https://literaryyard.com/2021/07/09/agency-in-the-anthropocene-michel-serres-with-feminist-new-materialisms/): By: Ilgin Yildiz The predicament of our moment (Anthropocene, Chthulucene, Capitalocene…) calls for disruptive ways of thinking and acting. A (re)reading of Michel Serres with feminist new materialisms (FNM) can lead us towards creative, realistic, and pluralistic ways of understanding... - ['Maine fishing village, end of day' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/07/09/maine-fishing-village-end-of-day-and-other-poems/): By: John Grey MAINE FISHING VILLAGE, END OF DAY This evening’s oceanis murky blue. Locals swab their boat decks,rid the planks of today’s fish smell,make way for tomorrow’s. It’s been a good day for their pots,their nets. Storms roll inbehind... - [Tandav (Cosmic Dance)](https://literaryyard.com/2021/07/09/tandav-cosmic-dance/): By: Chandra Shekhar Dubey The rhythm woven in swift stepscascading light dispelling fear,evanescing darkness.The howl of storms spellingmystic hiatus between creationand destruction in feast of fury.Cosmic energy unleased in torrents,breaks the silence of thunderfilling the sky with strings of lightbeneath... - ['Effects' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/07/09/effects-and-other-poems/): By: J.K. Durick Effects You just like the sound effectsof moving, of getting upthe sound your knee makesor is it your hip this time.It’s become a measure you usea counting up, or downtiming you from where you areto where you’re... - [Incapacitated](https://literaryyard.com/2021/07/09/incapacitated/): By: Tamoha Mukhopadhyay Last night exasperation ravaged my door,Manifesting futile loveMy vanquished soul broke into merciless tremors.The walls of my heart painted surreal shadows. Anguish blared in the tune of my anklets,In The Dilapidated construct of nightmareWhich blew across my... - [Three Women in Sofia](https://literaryyard.com/2021/07/08/three-women-in-sofia/): By Ellis Shuman I remember meeting Milena the day I rode on one of Sofia’s rusty orange trams for the first time. I remember boarding, searching for somewhere to validate my ticket. The ticket was a thin piece of paper,... - [Painting](https://literaryyard.com/2021/07/08/painting/): By: Anthony Ward             Will painstakingly painted the same scene over and over. Like Monet’s Rouen Cathedral. Except this was no cathedral. It was the stone wall that enclosed his own back yard at the end of the lawn behind... - ['Christmas Lucky Ducks' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/07/08/christmas-lucky-ducks-and-other-poems/): By: CLS Sandoval Christmas Lucky Ducks I hadn’t heard much from my dad in yearsJust a text here and thereMostly my choice He always sent strange giftsMaybe they were only strange because he didn’t really know meI never really let... - [A haunting litany](https://literaryyard.com/2021/07/08/a-haunting-litany/): By: Moulay Cherif CHEBIHI HASSANI A haunting litanyOf love that can’t be deniedPainful absenceLoss of fragranceOf a fallen liveHere and there, livedSo much bitterness swallowed! And the end of the road a blatant truth,An imminent separationWill love triumph over so... - [Zero](https://literaryyard.com/2021/07/07/zero/): By Ranjit Kulkarni Why did God give the human species the intelligence to invent the mobile phone? Sitting alone in a plush restaurant in despair, young Rakesh Oswal threw his phone away. Even in the AC of the restaurant, his... - [End of the Mask Mandate](https://literaryyard.com/2021/07/07/end-of-the-mask-mandate/): By: Jim Bates The old man sat staring out the window of his apartment. The mask mandate had been lifted and people were flocking into the city’s streets to celebrate, some even dancing. He thought about his dear wife, lost... - [What’s so compelling about love stories?](https://literaryyard.com/2021/07/07/whats-so-compelling-about-love-stories/): By: Giulia Imperioli The reason why we read literature, read nonfiction, read poetry, and absorb the lyrics of songs is connection and seeking of higher meaning/understanding. Reading and consuming art is purely a social act – we hold a magnifying... - ['Ocean of Pain' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/07/07/ocean-of-pain-and-other-poems/): By: Bakhtiar Ahmed Ocean of Pain I am floating in the vast oceanof pain, the ocean so beautifulso placid, so dark, so infiniteevery cell in my bodygetting personal attentiontortured individually, torture, somethodological so thorough, not evenone cell, not even one... - [Trajectory](https://literaryyard.com/2021/07/07/trajectory/): By: Patrick Tong after K-Ming Chang & Topaz Winters Let us, my father reminds me in our bedroom / kitchen /lobby. Let us forcep the facts, a forensic of friends,first-timers, and foes. Let us brief over the bygone. Once,for some... - [Did Frodo Make it to Mordor or Not?](https://literaryyard.com/2021/07/07/did-frodo-make-it-to-mordor-or-not/): One Courageous Translator Kept Readers in the Soviet Union Waiting Years to Find out By Rex Bowman Anyone old enough to remember the Soviet Union, or anyone who’s studied the history of that mercifully defunct nation, knows that one of... - [Brief Case](https://literaryyard.com/2021/07/07/brief-case/): By: Alex Andy Phuong A personal caseThat includes aBrief momentIn enigmatic time.Dealing effectivelyWith the sublime.Time does pass byBy and by,Yet the ones whoActually do tryTake the initiative,And move through actionThat could causeReactionsRather thanNegative repercussions,And choose to helpWhile refusingIdleness - [Honoring George Floyd](https://literaryyard.com/2021/07/06/honoring-george-floyd/): By: Dr. Gulshan Ara (Unarmed George was killed by a white police officer in Minnasota, USA, on May 25, 2020;This poem is dedicated to “George Floyd”) O, George, you are the voice of eternityThe voice of imprisoned soulsWhispering incessantly, longing... - ['The imponderables' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/07/06/the-imponderables-and-other-poems/): By: George Freek THE IMPONDERABLES (After Mei Yao Chen) In this mountain hideaway,the sun shines invitingly.A calm breeze hardlystirs the river’s water.Drunk, I stand in my doorway.I hear the cry of an unknown bird,and watch young squirrels runin their mindless... - ['Black pool' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/07/06/black-pool-and-other-poems/): By: DS Maolalai Black pool something sickly stumblesand shambles from the sea,splasheslike black pools,rippledthrough black water. somethingwhich grows wartsand lank grey feathers,clucks and callsitself Dublin (dubh linn)and spreads itself outsouthward to Brayand brays up Louthand soundly,spins out houseslike fish on... - [Poems: 'The Day (The Music Died?)' and 'Brainiac Maniac'](https://literaryyard.com/2021/07/06/poems-the-day-the-music-died-and-brainiac-maniac/): By: Amrita Valan The Day (The Music Died?) An adult year crampsEasily intoOne childish day. Between each sunriseAnd sunsetA lifetime garners,entropy from ennui. BoredomCreative idleness,Childhood’s idyllicParadiseEnters the mazeThe buzzkillThe monotonous daily grindPeels the tender rindsOf sanity.Orange is the new blackTo... - ['I know your notes' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/07/06/i-know-your-notes-and-other-poems/): By: Strider Marcus Jones I KNOW YOUR NOTES sat with you,reflections bondover the pondof summer solstice, and Mr Blueskywith eggy eyesubliminally sends Otis into ribbons and ripplesof hair and faces,through sensual tricklesin hidden places that glances bringon summer wind.i know... - ['marbles to lake a lake' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/07/05/marbles-to-lake-a-lake-and-other-poems/): By: J. D. Nelson marbles to lake a lake the wheel of the barren worldthe marching pow is the fangèd danger the galactic name of the forkthe brain of the knuckles the floral eyebrowthe scum radio the name of he... - ['Canine Litmus' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/07/05/canine-litmus-and-other-poems/): By: Christine Naprava Canine Litmus I’ve owned dogs that have lasted longer than you and I.Dogs with nervous guts and singing skin,dogs with weight and dogs with ribs visible,dogs with teeth bared and dogs with teeth drowning in decay.Dogs born... - [James Letang, Genealogist](https://literaryyard.com/2021/07/05/james-letang-genealogist/): By: Bruce Levine Friday was only three days away, but to James Letang, it seemed like an eternity. Actually, to almost any nine-year-old, three days can seem like an eternity when they’re waiting for something to happen. In James’ case... - ['Cinema' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/07/05/cinema-and-other-poems/): By: Christian Ward Cinema The first film I sawat the cinema was Mastersof the Universe with DolphLundgren and Frank Langella.I was seven and bored,wanting the minutesto scurry like mice. I startedpicturing a western insteadof the drab ‘80s movie:Saguaro cactuses intimidatinglike... - [Mrs Grierson](https://literaryyard.com/2021/07/05/mrs-grierson/): By Harrison Abbott I was in home economics class in high school and there was this scary, chronically angry teacher called Mrs Grierson whom we all had to respect, for some reason, despite her shouty aggressive ways. I was bad... - [The question of identity](https://literaryyard.com/2021/07/05/the-question-of-identity/): By: Karoline Wimmer “How do you identify? Do you feel more Austrian or more Indian?” my grandfather asked me last week during our family lunch. I had not anticipated this and was silent for a minute as I contemplated my... - [In Love with Autistic Students](https://literaryyard.com/2021/07/05/in-love-with-autistic-students/): By Frank Kowal       Less than one year after I had retired from a full-time teaching position in the New York City school system, the Covid-19 pandemic hit us.      But as 2020 progressed and the pandemic began to wane,... - [Parts That Are Spare](https://literaryyard.com/2021/07/05/parts-that-are-spare/): By: David Pike Standing around,waiting for somethingto happen,used to beas exciting as it would getduring adolescent years,small town style. All the whilelife went onas it always did,with little to report,and days and weekswould driftinto something or other,or nought. But it’s... - ['a computer, dad' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/07/05/a-computer-dad-and-other-poems/): By: Carl Papa Palmer a computer, dad like going to the libraryonly quickerwe can stay right here not a TV, a video monitorto watch what is typedview search results it can’t see you, dador hear youno need to whisper okay,... - [On recycling](https://literaryyard.com/2021/07/05/on-recycling/): By: James Aitchison Poetrychanges the shapeand substanceof memories.Circling truths,exposing them,crushing them.Until nothingremains ofthe original.Not one jot. - ['Roman de la poire' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/07/05/roman-de-la-poire-and-other-poems/): By: Charlotte Cosgrove Roman de la poire The first time the heartcame out of the bodyAs a tokenIt was cradledIn the hands of manGifting his affectionWith a pear.He mustHave been sweatingLonging forThe sumptuousnessOf the fruit.For her to takeA bite.Peel the... - ['Walking' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/07/05/walking-and-other-poems/): By: Aleksandra Lekić Vujisić Walking I am walking on the needles of past livesThat fit so nicely in the portrait of my pain,I am holding onto sparkling memoriesThat never wanted to hug loss and shame. I am leaving without any... - ['When the World Was Silent' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/07/05/when-the-world-was-silent-and-other-poems/): By: Jim Brosnan When the World Was Silent Beneath the milkyshadows of a blue moon,I cautiously follow youas we hopscotchthe beige bouldersof the breakwater.We stop to watchreturning lobster boatsheading to port,the hum of diesel enginesfilling the August airbefore we sit... - [Magic](https://literaryyard.com/2021/07/05/magic/): By: Michael Degnan It was ten minutes before the bombs went off that Charles first saw her, the woman of his dreams, in a park in Washington DC. She sat cross-legged on the grass, strumming a guitar. A soft breeze... - [Loss of Integrity](https://literaryyard.com/2021/06/21/loss-of-integrity/): By: Farumbo Why do i always feel judged on my lookLike re-reading your favourite parts of your favourite book ?Why do i feel this pain deep inside ,If I suffer for eternity i may just deeply cry . When i... - [Depression Years](https://literaryyard.com/2021/06/21/depression-years/): By: Raymond Greiner The year is 1928, and the United States is suffering an economic depression. James Abernathy graduated from high school in Indianapolis, Indiana and awarded a scholarship at the Chicago Electrical Institute. James drove his Model T ford... - ['The Mystery Man' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/06/17/the-mystery-man-and-other-poems/): By: Bruce McRae The Mystery Man His atoms were formed inside exploding stars.He’s not at home on any planet. Grace. Élan. Savoir faire.Attributes beyond his ken and reckoning. He stands outside in the heaving rain.And how else does one capture... - [Growing Old](https://literaryyard.com/2021/06/17/growing-old/): By: Chandra Shekhar Dubey How many times I have whisperedSoftly in your ears that I am getting old.My hair has grown grey and bald patcheshave overgrown here and thereoften reminding of my dropping shouldersand sunken chest peeping through soggyeyelines and... - [Why #KindnessMatters is an Epic Success?](https://literaryyard.com/2021/06/15/why-kindnessmatters-is-an-epic-success/): By April Mae M. Berza Being a part of the UNESCO campaign together with the RoundGlass Foundation called #KindnessMatters allows me to be kind and compassionate not only to others but also to myself, bringing out the best in me... - [Neon](https://literaryyard.com/2021/06/15/neon/): By: Jim Bates I’m a third generation Neon sign repairman. I live in southwestern Minnesota near the town of Wells in a singlewide trailer on land my great grandfather farmed. I live with my son Conner and I’m teaching him... - [Rainbow, Colorfully Colorless!](https://literaryyard.com/2021/06/15/rainbow-colorfully-colorless/): By: Rehanul Hoque If light is lifeThen VIBGYOR is the secret codeOf life, that speaks volumes forExistence. Daubed with a paintObjects and beings become colorfulAs much as to declare‘I exist’.On the contrary, the absence of colorMakes life dreary and drab... - [The Watchmen of Perdition](https://literaryyard.com/2021/06/12/the-watchmen-of-perdition/): By: David Leonard “I’m telling you this bitch will blow us both,” Devon told his buddy Tommy just before huffing one of two lines of coke he’d just finished meticulously chopping into as fine a powder as his debit card... - [Like a Degenerate](https://literaryyard.com/2021/06/12/like-a-degenerate/): By Harrison Abbott He didn’t seem like a degenerate when I married him. He used to be sweet and funny. We tried to have a baby; I couldn’t conceive, and I think he was silently angry about that. In our... - ['Seeing her, or his, body' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/06/08/seeing-her-or-his-body-and-other-poems/): By: Carolyn Adams Seeing her, or his, body always startles.The contours are generallythe same, with a fewunique differences. Faces, with theircomplex expressions,hide what won’tbe givenwillingly. But that landscapeof the frame,warm, soft,inviting and blameless planes,can’t keepdeep secrets. Vulnerabilities are exposed. The... - ['Don't Stay Indoors In The Springtime' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/06/07/dont-stay-indoors-in-the-springtime-and-other-poems/): By: K. A. Williams Don’t Stay Indoors In The Springtime Squirrels run down oak trees and siton their haunches munching acorns.Fearlessly, a mockingbird darts inamong them to snatch a big grasshopper.Butterflies of many colors flutterhere and there with the breeze.Hummingbirds... - [Why are you thinking about dingoes?](https://literaryyard.com/2021/06/07/why-are-you-thinking-about-dingoes/): By: William Teets Man, listen. You can petition the Lord with prayer, but that’s not going to change anything. And deep inside Joey knows that, even if she doesn’t admit it. She is well-aware her prayers, sparking votive candles, isn’t... - [My Dear Margaret](https://literaryyard.com/2021/06/06/my-dear-margaret/): By Hayden Sidun My dear Margaret, Too much time has passed since you departed this world. I’m writing to you to apologize. I only wish you understood the kind of stress I was under to make ends meet. I was... - [Time Bomb](https://literaryyard.com/2021/06/06/time-bomb/): By: Amrita Valan Himadri squeezed out a cup of lemon juice. Carefully crushing two tablespoons of fennel to a fine soft powder. When the chicken had finished cooking in its own juices, to a delectable golden-brown, he sprinkled the spice... - [Am not](https://literaryyard.com/2021/06/06/am-not/): By: Nathan Leslie He’s that weird kid. He’s that kid who smells like moss. He’s that kid who dangles chicken necks off the dock for hours at a time. Nobody knows that kid. Why wouldn’t you want to mingle with... - [Seeking A Promotion](https://literaryyard.com/2021/06/06/seeking-a-promotion/): By: Edith Gallagher Boyd             After my friends left, I peeked into Sophie’s room while she lay sleeping. Megan had baked chocolate cupcakes for her and I noticed a streak of chocolate on Sophie’s cheek. My heart clenched with fierce... - [Stay](https://literaryyard.com/2021/06/03/stay/): By: Don Tassone      Ben had fought in a “forever war” for 20 years when the US finally pulled out.  He had passed up nearly two dozen chances to end his tour and go home.  Not that he cared for... - [Hillside village](https://literaryyard.com/2021/06/03/hillside-village/): By: John E Caulton Jed rides the bike down the hill. The breeze freshens his face. His jacket and trousers flap like bunting in the slipstream. As he speeds down the gradient his eyes moisten and small tears flick behind... - [Blue Stain](https://literaryyard.com/2021/06/01/blue-stain/): By: Sheila Henry Slavery was abolished in America almost 200 years agobut the system refuses to relinquish a sad historybinding young black men as they remain preyand are locked up in a system to perform free laborblue mood cops the... - ['The Repair Shop' and other poems by Stephen Kingsnorth](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/27/the-repair-shop-and-other-poems-by-stephen-kingsnorth/): By: Stephen Kingsnorth The Repair Shop Reframe the past to present view,redeem the thread, death-broken skein,returning swans, the flock in flight,generations through nation’s life;some stranger kindness, rescued hope,surprised by grace, not just deserts,an image, how it was with love –or... - [His ocean of tranquility](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/27/his-ocean-of-tranquility/): By: Rohit Gupta It was his solitude, his ocean of tranquility;as if he wanted to get drowned in it everyday;fighting with the demons inside, and never letting go of them;became a constant companion like the eternal bond they shared;holding the... - ['Night and Vice' and other poems by Karoline Wimmer](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/19/night-and-vice-and-other-poems-by-karoline-wimmer/): By: Karoline Wimmer Night and Vice When night breaksto all Christian viceslet me dance under the moonlightand feel the shame wash into me.As I scatter myself through pocketsof grass, in slums of ice inthe belly of the beast. The joyful... - [Decoding Mathew Arnold's statement 'Poetry is the criticism of life”](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/19/decoding-mathew-arnolds-statement-poetry-is-the-criticism-of-life/): By: Abdullah Usama Matthew Arnold, famous English poet and critic, had a peculiar perception that only the art of  poetry has the worthiness to sustain a culture or civilization through its beauty and truth as he asserts, ‘Poetry is the... - [A look in the rain](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/19/a-look-in-the-rain/): By: Martin Groff             All of this wouldn’t have been so bad if Margaret hadn’t just found out about her father. Ten years he had cheated on her mother. Ten years their family had been nothing but a lie.            ... - [Maria’s Birthday](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/19/marias-birthday/): By: Toney Dimos Georgina dropped him off at his place in the evening.  “There must be a party going on across the street,” she said, noticing all of the cars in front of Maria’s house  “Want to crash it?”            ... - [Eileen's Coat](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/19/eileens-coat/): By: Ruth Z Deming How delighted I was to learn that Eileen was moving in with her grown son after living with her husband Bill in Florida. Bill had died a lingering death of emphysema. When they had visited here... - [Leonardo’s Unfinished Magnum Opus: Mona Lisa](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/19/leonardos-unfinished-magnum-opus-mona-lisa/): By: Ram Govardhan It’s inconceivable that Mona Lisa is Leonardo’s unfinished magnum opus, even after he took fourteen years to refine the elusive, enigmatic half smile. Yet, discontented with the outcome, he sought to improve upon it, even on his... - ['She' and 'Assumptions'](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/19/she-and-assumptions/): By: Shyama Laxman She She goes around the officeAsking if we have any foodA banana or even a can of tunaFor her ten-year oldWho is on the cusp of a tantrumFuelled by hunger She looks sleep deprivedThough her hair is... - [Microwave Blues](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/18/microwave-blues/): By Doug M. Dawson             Percy Rainbow felt he’d seen a lot in his nearly seventy years, though he really hadn’t. He started life in the deep south, migrated up to Baltimore to work in its factories in the late... - ['to know the place' and other poems by RC deWinter](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/18/to-know-the-place-and-other-poems-by-rc-dewinter/): By: RC deWinter to know the place i can be sittingstill as a stonesilentthinking nothing in particular suddenly your shadowslips inside my mindmy flesh moistens and meltsinto a landscape of desire you wandermy hills and valleysevery so oftenbending to drop... - [Confession of the poetical firefly to muse-butterfly of poesy](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/18/confession-of-the-poetical-firefly-to-muse-butterfly-of-poesy/): By: Pawel Markiewicz You must excuse me. You dear dreamer!I have overly felt my dreamery about Golden Fleece.I built my small paradise without any other ontological beings.I based the dreamiest sempiternity on tenderness of my wings.Thus. I painted my wings... - ['A Tenant in the City of Rainbows' and one more by Mamta Dorbi](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/18/a-tenant-in-the-city-of-rainbows-and-one-more-by-mamta-dorbi/): By: Mamta Dorbi A Tenant in the City of Rainbows I came, a tenant,In this city of rainbows,The sun rises here,At a circadian rhythm,With sumptuous shades unknown,At times glossy or aureate,At others prismatic or lucent,The flowers fragrant,With tints abundant. Grown... - [Once Upon a Time in Hollywood](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/18/once-upon-a-time-in-hollywood/): By: Bill Kamen It was a warm summer night in LA, August ’69,A single night of infamy and psychic darkness for mankind.Sharon Tate was close to fulfilling her empty outcries,when the night burned its cloak in the sunrise. Earlier before... - [Formal Request](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/16/formal-request/): By: Allison Futterman You come to my dorm room holding your pants in your right hand. In your left is an iron, and a jacket is crisply folded and draped over your arm. I realize this is your ROTC dress... - ['Angels and Devils' and other poems by Roger G. Singer](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/16/angels-and-devils-and-other-poems-by-roger-g-singer/): By: Roger G. Singer ANGELS AND DEVILS words and languagesfell to the groundlike autumn leaves we step around,staring downat what makes upour sentencesand thoughtsand thatof others,comparing,learning whatto avoid, or acceptas ownershippoints to thegood and bad,the hidden invisible,sheltered withinnow scattered forall... - [Returns of the Day](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/16/returns-of-the-day/): By: K. A. Williams I work in returns at abig department store.The hours are longbut it’s never a bore. “I’d like a refund,”said the man with a bag.I pulled out the itemand scanned its tag. The computer searchedbut there was... - [Lori in Love](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/16/lori-in-love/): By: Ruth Z Deming She’d kept his photo at the bottom of her jewelry box, under her stunning wedding ring that bastard Stewart had given back, after the four children were grown. She took back her maiden name, Goodland, had... - ['Rose' and other poems by](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/10/rose-and-other-poems-by/): By: Renea Di Bella ROSE There is a rose-colored light that lives in my body. It’s source set deep inside my pelvis,at the core of,the fruit of,the universe within me. When I think about this light, my mouth fills with... - ['Dear diary' and other poems by Ananya Sahoo](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/10/dear-diary-and-other-poems-by-ananya-sahoo/): By: Ananya Sahoo Dear diaryDear diary,Today, for the first time, it’s not about me – it’s about you.I was seven years old when you were placed in my arms, wrapped in bright green paper and a little bow on top.The... - [Possibly to Probably Dan](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/10/possibly-to-probably-dan/): By: Todd Mercer 1. “I’m telling you James, that poor woman over there endured the whole winter by herself. The worst one since ’78, and her man left her to it. At least since November, I saw her packing those... - [Dauntless](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/10/dauntless/): By: Jim Woessner After Junk ’n Haul emptied the house, Bryan took a last walk through before the demolition crew arrived. It was the first time he’d been inside since the funeral. He assumed there was nothing of value left,... - [The Full Irish](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/10/the-full-irish/): By: Elaine Lennon Waah. Waah. Waah. The klaxon sounded and through the layer of the protective headphones clamped like cotton reels either side of his hard hat, Harwood could hear the insistent scream and thrum of machinery as the moving... - [Interview of the author of 'The Grammar of Untold Stories'](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/10/interview-of-the-author-of-the-grammar-of-untold-stories/): By: Carol Smallwood Lois Ruskai Melina, authorPaper back: 182 pages; $16.95: Kindle $5.99ISBN-13: 978-1951651411Publisher:  Shanti Arts LLC (September, 2020)http://www.shantiarts.co/uploads/files/mno/MELINA_GRAMMAR.html A reviewer, Rene Denfeld, longlisted for an Andrew Carnegie Medal for Excellence in Fiction, observes about The Grammar of Untold Stories: “Each essay... - [Limerick Day](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/10/limerick-day/): By: James Bates Growing up it never failed, and this year was no exception, the first day of school was always embarrassing. By that I’m referring to class introductions, where the teacher went around and had us introduce ourselves and... - [Poems: 'Loners' and 'Guise'](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/02/poems-loners-and-guise/): By: Aruna Subramanian Loners… All that leftto be on its owndo not suffer.Unlike creepersthat need supportto spread & stand,deep-rooted,tall standingloner trees,actuallyarent in agony… ### Guise… In moments ofunbeknownst outlawsshedding the shackles,we pick upour magnifiersto pass judgments.In such momentswe also don’tforget... - [Mississippi Queen](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/02/mississippi-queen/): By Mark Herder 1. While retrieving the package in his brother’s garage, Tom Doughtery came across a calendar from 1992 – “Freebirds”– and gazed upon Cheri, who would have been eighteen at the time, topless, straddling a 1935 Indian Chief... - [Annie's story](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/02/annies-story/): By: The Birch twins I sit at the side of Michael on the sofa and hand him the manuscript. “It’s done,” I say, “but I’m a little nervous.” “Relax Danny,” he says kissing me softly on the cheek, “you’re an... - [Childhood’s End](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/02/childhoods-end/): By Eddie D. Moore             After stuffing his mask into his candy bag, Mitch unchained his bicycle from the lamp post and headed for home. Younger children were still running from house to house unescorted, and the youngest ones walked... - [The Wood Story](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/02/the-wood-story/): By: Richard Stickann The heartwood. Intense black. Enigmatic. Symbol of power of the ancient kings. Fruit of the gods. Antidote to evil for the ancients. Exotic. Beautiful. The wood rubbed smooth against his fingers. It was a dense, richly textured... - [Blueprint](https://literaryyard.com/2020/11/25/blueprint/): By: Roopam Mishra Create hegemonic circles,To feed them against one-anotherProhibit mingling among thoseWho belong to different groups.Be a propagandist,Move in pomp, and show,Be verbose,Shun all opposing voices.When a fairly good number alludesGodly qualities to you,Consider it half a triumph.Instill fearOf... - [That Thing You Lectured Me About](https://literaryyard.com/2020/11/25/that-thing-you-lectured-me-about/): By: Amber Soha I remember this lecture my dad gave me when I was a kid before I really understood what alcohol was. He told me never to get into a vehicle with someone who had been drinking.  “You’re going... - ['Graying light of morning' and other poems by JCK Hnry](https://literaryyard.com/2020/11/25/graying-light-of-morning-and-other-poems-by-jck-hnry/): By: JCK Hnry graying light of morning in the graying light of morningi stand before the riseof a day built on hope and possibility. cold seeps through crumblingseals between window paneand wood. he pats the bed,whispers, come back to me.... - [The Earth's Balm](https://literaryyard.com/2020/11/25/the-earths-balm/): By Autumn Sun The birthed, grew into epitaphs of demise. It’s growing pain, the elongation of anguish, hinged on joints connected to the bones of spuriousness. The crimes against brother and sister, shape the desolate unfertile ground, no longer harvesting... - [Death by Fire or Ice](https://literaryyard.com/2020/11/11/death-by-fire-or-ice/): By: Lyndsay Stanley All of her benefactors were dead.  Even Robert.  Her Robert.  She could close her eyes and still feel his gentle touches and the warmth of his tender lips lovingly hovering over her own.  He was the reason... - [Risen](https://literaryyard.com/2020/11/11/risen/): By: Cat Sole One: Shoebox             This was stupid, he thought as he dug. The dog was dead. Definitely dead.             The stupid yappy thing. Glenda loved it, doted on it, insisted it came everywhere with them.But John drew the... - [Poems: 'Numb' n 'Record'](https://literaryyard.com/2020/11/10/poems-numb-n-record/): By Amrita Sharma Numb When the human touch had lost its feel,To a perpetual cold that embraced within,In a morbid dusk with a timeless trail,A residue rests on a shining slate. The burning frames had left no marks,The scattered hues... - [The Green Guide](https://literaryyard.com/2020/11/10/the-green-guide/): By: Sara Mahmood Ushered into a pathBy crushing crispy grassI witnessed an invitationFrom the wilderness The hanging creepers waving with windGesturing like fingers of a maidenI accepted and went onFor it was a provoking call It felt like a gripIn... - [Submitting Poetry Without Muse Endangerment](https://literaryyard.com/2020/11/10/submitting-poetry-without-muse-endangerment/): By: Edward Ahern Poets, more than fiction writers, are victims of the idiosyncratic tastes of readers and editors. Each journal nurtures its peculiar vision and spurns work that isn’t kosher. This leads to a lemming-march death rate for the publications,... - [Clear Vision](https://literaryyard.com/2020/11/03/clear-vision/): By: Mary Marca “Ha, ha, ha! Whoooeee! That’s really funny!” The sound of Dick’s laughter reached to all corners of the bar as his eyes darted about, checking the reactions of his co-workers. He reached for the beer pitcher and... - ['A Spirit Stirs' and other poems by Okeypoet](https://literaryyard.com/2020/10/27/a-spirit-stirs-and-other-poems-by-okeypoet/): By: Okeypoet A Spirit Stirs A song,a stir from within,i am moved;Something touches me,i know I’m alive,i feel life;So much happiness,so much sorrow,the soaring eagle,the simple sparrow;I am lost,i am found;Life, is so profound. ### He’s Back The muse is... - [The Girl from Newton Holler](https://literaryyard.com/2020/10/27/the-girl-from-newton-holler/): By: J. Ross Archer May Jean Hancock was born to a mountain woman and a West Virginia coal miner. Her father was killed in a mining accident when May was a baby, leaving May and her mother without a source... - [The Seaside Resort Town](https://literaryyard.com/2020/10/22/the-seaside-resort-town/): By Mary DeWllde The seaside resort town had a feel about it that is molded by salt air and the sound of sea gulls conversing.  Souvenir shops crowded with tacky sailor statues and glittered seashells you wouldn’t think to buy any... - [The Magic Wishing Well](https://literaryyard.com/2020/10/22/the-magic-wishing-well/): By: Lynn Dowless Once upon a time in the valley of Blessed Nellby mountain side overhang, there stood a water well.I was young,there was so much to see,so sit down and listen to this story one must hear to believe.... - [REVIEW: Joanna Lilley's 'Endlings'](https://literaryyard.com/2020/10/22/review-joanna-lilleys-endlings/): By: Josh Brown A beautiful, moving examination of our destructive cruelty The pleasure of Portsmouth Poetry is that we get to meet, to know and to work with talented writers and artists to play a small part in their development... - [Review: Jericho Brown's ‘The Tradition’](https://literaryyard.com/2020/10/21/review-jericho-browns-the-tradition/): By: Josh Brown Jericho Brown is the most exciting poet in the USA today.  On May 4th this year he was awarded the 2020 Pulitzer Prize for Poetry for his latest collection ‘The Tradition’ which Pulitzer described as “A collection... - [Arc de Triomphe](https://literaryyard.com/2020/10/20/arc-de-triomphe/): By: Thomas Sanfilip Robert waited anxiously for his sister Alissa to embark from the plane. His pale, strained features lit up instantly when he saw her as they made their way out of the airport into the southern Californian sunlight,... - ['Atomic Bomb, Rising Sea' and other poems by James P. Goss](https://literaryyard.com/2020/10/19/atomic-bomb-rising-sea-and-other-poems-by-james-p-goss/): By: James P. Goss Atomic Bomb, Rising Sea Rejoice in the timeof your betrayal.Let it bring youto tears,the soft lightetching your facewith mercy. Doing battle,your energy declinesalong with the earnest convictionsso fondly embraced in your youth. ### Paperscrapers I walk... - [The Mark](https://literaryyard.com/2020/10/19/the-mark/): By: Jack Bristow            Jimmy “Wheels” O’Flanagan was a beast of a man. He weighed only 150 pounds; he wore a scally cap. He rolled everywhere. He could have taken the subway, he could have taken the taxi, but he liked to roll. He had the rolling down to an... - ['Catalysts' and other poems by Anjana Sanyal](https://literaryyard.com/2020/10/16/catalysts-and-other-poems-by-anjana-sanyal/): By: Anjana Sanyal CATALYSTSWe used to count the starsOn the lining of my dark hairI counted the frecklesOn your back when I was on top of youWe look for love under the eyes where it stayedWhenever it glimmered in our... - [The Accidental Undertaker](https://literaryyard.com/2020/10/16/the-accidental-undertaker/): By: Ram Govardhan Hey handsome gravedigger,at this spine-tingling witching hour,you’re digging an oblong ditch,for the frail, blood-soaked bodyof the sweet, rose-cheeked girlkilled by her dashing husband,who says he is a master mariner,back from the Andaman sea,after months, on a long... - [As Above, So Below](https://literaryyard.com/2020/10/15/as-above-so-below/): By LA Robbins Thanks for everything. It was fun. Stay in touch. Waiting patiently at the train station. All good.             A tiny snort of air escaped her nostrils as Sara read the text. His message said it all. Except... - ['Chimney Souls' and other poems by Stephen McGhee](https://literaryyard.com/2020/10/15/chimney-souls-and-other-poems-by-stephen-mcghee/): By: Stephen McGhee Chimney Souls Porter spit sizzles upon the coalsI half engaged through inward eyeSoon released as chimney soulsTo dance with like in Dublin sky. To stoke this world a poker turnsAn ambers life to reigniteHypnotised by burning thoughtsI... - [My hijab, myself](https://literaryyard.com/2020/10/14/my-hijab-myself/): By Debra J. White The hijab (also known as a headscarf) came one by one after I said the Shahada, or conversion of faith to Islam in March 2015. Print hijabs, cotton hijabs, silky smooth hijabs and several I bought... - [The Jewess & the Paperhanger](https://literaryyard.com/2020/10/14/the-jewess-the-paperhanger/): By: Chris Calcara We recognize moments when we know that something awful is about to happen, and nevertheless hope a miracle will intervene. There follows a paralyzing pause and then, the inescapable wallop. CRASH! We met the day my El... - ['White Night' and other poems by Mickey J. Corrigan](https://literaryyard.com/2020/10/12/white-night-and-other-poems-by-mickey-j-corrigan/): By: Mickey J. Corrigan White Night So I drive the van to the interstateand pull over by an overpasstake the M16from the back,stick a flag in the barrel. Yeah, it’s loaded. I’m loadedand my eyes are on fire. Sun’s roaring... - ['Players' and 'Happy Endings' by Lynn White](https://literaryyard.com/2020/10/12/players-and-happy-endings-by-lynn-white/): By: Lynn White Players The orchestra are tuned upready in their uniformblack costumesdressed so asnot to distractfrom the musicor the on stage dramadressed for invisibility. And those on stage are dressedfor the parts they’re playing,dressed for performancedressed to be noticeddressed... - [Lotus](https://literaryyard.com/2020/10/12/lotus/): By: Christopher Johnson We’re walking through the Cook County Forest Preserves,The Palos Preserves,Which sprawl southwest of Chicago,Like a beastly wilderness of hidden flora and fauna.The path humps up and down like the tail of a dragon—A trail benighted and spooked,... - [Endless Journey](https://literaryyard.com/2020/10/11/endless-journey/): by: Mohammad Jashim Uddin This morning somehow I felt lonely as I could not pay my concentration anywhere else. Then I was listening to Rabi Tagore’s ‘If no one comes to hear your call, then go alone./ Let’s go alone,... - [Democracy: a new definition of love](https://literaryyard.com/2020/10/11/democracy-a-new-definition-of-love/): By: Edwin Olu Bestman verily I say unto you/love should be a democracy/of the people/ by the people/ & for the people these are truths/stolen from the lips of a broken pavement/its smile trapped in cobwebs I am writing for... - ['Little Eden' and other poems by Frank William Finney](https://literaryyard.com/2020/10/10/little-eden-and-other-poems-by-frank-william-finney/): By: Frank William Finney  Little Eden Our little oasis betweencondos and traffic sheltering shades ofgreen and grey. You’re under the creepersscanning the skyline. I’m in the doghousehowling as usual. We’ll keep our distanceWe’ll keep our vows till either one of... - [The Aliens](https://literaryyard.com/2020/10/10/the-aliens/): By: Harman Burgess George was crouched in the bushes, staring at the backpack lying on the path in front of him. Not so much at the unconscious girl next to it—he wasn’t hungry enough to try his hand at cannibalism—but... - [Echoes of Homo Erectus](https://literaryyard.com/2020/10/10/echoes-of-homo-erectus/): By: Allan Lake My adult children live far away.Their mother remarried. Dead relsring bells while those living send annualBD greetings on F-book that I don’t Like.Bravo. Bingo. Bangshangalingo.Would not change a thingo, Ringo.Old hometown may look the samebut I never... - [Finding My Father](https://literaryyard.com/2020/10/10/finding-my-father/): By: Francine Rodriguez He didn’t come around that often.  By the time I was old enough to figure that out I realized it was always around the time my mother got her welfare check, the first and the fifteenth of... - [All the Bones in the Air](https://literaryyard.com/2020/10/10/all-the-bones-in-the-air/): By: T.R. Healy      Lowell Barker paused in front of the door of his apartment for a minute, carefully adjusting the pale blue surgical mask across his mouth, then opened the door and started down the steps.  He moved cautiously,... - [Strange Times](https://literaryyard.com/2020/10/09/strange-times/): By: Michael Casey If you’d asked me last year how I thought 2020 would play out my answer would have been way off the mark. Other than the pandemic, one thing I wouldn’t have anticipated was my trip to India.... - [Reborn](https://literaryyard.com/2020/10/09/reborn/): By: Donald Njoaguani Mama was dead, but it always felt as though she was right there, all the time, watching me, scolding me, and only I could see her. I never had a direct picture of her but I could... - [The First Husband](https://literaryyard.com/2020/10/09/the-first-husband/): By: Alice Elman           Walking in the city I run in to Letty T. Actually, she doesn’t see me. I stop at the light and spy her from a safe distance on 16th Street.   She is alone, heading towards Union... - [A Man of the World](https://literaryyard.com/2020/10/08/a-man-of-the-world/): By Clark Zlotchew Fifteen-year-old Randy Remington III could not have foreseen the heartbreak followed by joy that would accrue to him because of the flamboyant Ms. Josephine M. Burke.  It all started with her fateful intrusion into the meeting room... - [Missed Pieces](https://literaryyard.com/2020/10/08/missed-pieces/): By: Yash Seyedbagheri At nightfall, my mother’s bathed in pale blue, tangerine, and pink clouds. Her words are confident, replete with nicknames and jokes. Her gait soothes, a clickety-clack of heels. But at midnight, the crack of the fridge and... - [Eulogy](https://literaryyard.com/2020/10/08/eulogy/): By: Alan Swyer Flying to Connecticut to attend his father-in-law’s funeral, Artie Shore found himself in a quandary.  Expected to join his wife, her siblings, and their spouses in saying a few words at the gathering, he was hard-pressed to... - [Detective Mom](https://literaryyard.com/2020/10/08/detective-mom/): By: Alan Swyer On a Tuesday evening in March, after getting cold feet three days in a row, Darlene Cook finally made an announcement to her family while serving dinner. “As you all know,” she told her husband and two... - ['Nocturnal Contemplation' and other poems by Clark Zlotchew](https://literaryyard.com/2020/10/08/nocturnal-contemplation-and-other-poems-by-clark-zlotchew/): By Clark Zlotchew NOCTURNAL CONTEMPLATION Night. The smallest hour. I reach my ship and pause,before climbing the gangwayto the shadow-shrouded quarterdeck,the murky maw of the beast,before ensconcing my weary selfin the bowels of the behemoth. I inhale deeply.The fresh salt... - [Medicine-man](https://literaryyard.com/2020/10/07/medicine-man/): By: Dah       They were driving Highway 1, heading south through San Diego. Figured they’d be crossing the border in thirty-minutes. It was late September, and the weather was hot. Luke was at the wheel and Abby rode shotgun. They... - [A Fall on the Path](https://literaryyard.com/2020/10/07/a-fall-on-the-path/): By: Ruth Ticktin  Just like every morning, Trish woke up before sunrise and walked down to the bay. That was her promise to herself, and to her family, to keep her sanity. But today it was getting cold and the... - ['Bro’ Moment' and other poems by GTimothy Gordon](https://literaryyard.com/2020/10/02/bro-moment-and-other-poems-by-gtimothy-gordon/): By: GTimothy Gordon Bro’ Moment Outlier nesters filling up- and -out spring greens,chitalpa, spruce, willow curated street transplants,white-wing petite doves, thrashers, whiptails,each flat as a paten, tiny, tight clutch, solo-livingin deep time, sheathed-in-place, tasked by instinctto be watchful, patient, in... - ['War word' and other poems by Januário Esteves](https://literaryyard.com/2020/10/02/war-word-and-other-poems-by-januario-esteves/): By: Januário Esteves War word To the glorious dead in battleby the ego of the generalsrest in excrementof rotten bodies allthe silenced human vaingloryby concomitant ignorancethat goes beyond common sensethat should be the hallmarkof the human, of the superhumanthat forks... - [Record](https://literaryyard.com/2020/10/02/record/): By: Amrita Sharma A ‘screen’ may serve as a perfect sort,That may turn to a ‘simile’ by a poet’s craft,A greater may turn it to ‘metaphor’ still,And a superior to a ‘symbol’ that holds a thought,It may still form a... - ['Words on Paper' and other poems by Stanley Lovell](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/30/words-on-paper-and-other-poems-by-stanley-lovell/): By: Stanley Lovell WORDS ON PAPER Soft grinding sound of cheap plastic ballpoint pendragging through white pulp striated blue. Pen shuffles forward inky snail slimeletters stretch into pained words classic bread and butter only descriptionslack calories. Starting the day I... - [Paris of the East](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/29/paris-of-the-east/): By: Ram Govardhan Oh! My Dear Beirut,my heartfelt commiserations. The last time we met,about five summers ago,it was at the very seaportthat is in shambles now.Even the majestic naval base,has endured a generous jolt. I love your iron heart, dear.Yeah,... - [Scream and Shout](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/29/scream-and-shout/): By Eric P. Koch I scream and shout as I storm into battleThrough mud and field I run.Firing at the unseen “enemy”But enemy, no, that can’t possibly beFor they are all my brothers. I scream and shout as I storm... - [The Manuscript](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/29/the-manuscript/): By: Jack Bristow      The large van lurched up the snow-capped mountains, higher and higher, farther and farther away from civilization. Scotty Kline, forty-four, scruffy faced, was behind the wheel navigating the many twists, turns and straddling the black ice,... - ['Two Women –Separated in Space and Time' and 'The Sunflower'](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/28/two-women-separated-in-space-and-time-and-the-sunflower/): By: Supatra Sen Two Women –Separated in Space and Time She would read the newspaperIn the quiet afternoonsAfter the entire household of twenty threeWould be fed and attendedMarried at nine and mother at sixteenSchooled by experience, taught by lifeEnsuring that... - [Night-dreaming](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/28/night-dreaming/): By: Paweł Markiewicz I have dreamed during the whole night. A dreamy Erlking has come to me with his wizardry of muses. I opened my dear soul for his fulfillment as well as for the dreamery full of moonlit night.... - [Reading Emily Wilson’s Trash-Talking Odyssey in the Time of Covid](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/25/reading-emily-wilsons-trash-talking-odyssey-in-the-time-of-covid/): By Rex Bowman It’s early summer and I’m sitting on the couch, hurriedly flipping through the sports channels with an air of desperation, as if the pin has just fallen out of the grenade and I need to find it... - ['sky interrupted' and other poems by Emalisa Rose](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/25/sky-interrupted-and-other-poems-by-emalisa-rose/): By: Emalisa Rose sky interrupted you were lightningi was the skyinterrupted moments beforewe made rain. ### double shot Joe gives me a good pourthe goose with a lemon twistfive big blooming olives he loves how i flirt withhis parrot eyes..a... - ['Beyond the abyss' and other poems by Fabrice Poussin](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/25/beyond-the-abyss-and-other-poems-by-fabrice-poussin/): By: Fabrice Poussin Beyond the abyss It is a leap of faith above infinite spaceDarkness below to another dangerLooking up to the azure of a peaceful realmWhat lies beyond a dreamed yet feared. From a desert land burning with numbing... - [Review: Harshali Singh's 'The Anatomy of Choice' carries a fascinating plot](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/24/review-harshali-singhs-the-anatomy-of-choice-carries-a-fascinating-plot/): By Divya Dubey The Anatomy of Choice by Harshali Singh is the story of Bhavya Sharma, the second offspring of the Sharma family that inhabits a large historical haveli near Chandni Chowk in Delhi, with its mysterious mausoleum. This is... - ['Passing Phase' and other poems by Stephen Kingsnorth](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/24/passing-phase-and-other-poems-by-stephen-kingsnorth/): By Stephen Kingsnorth Passing Phase They built, to fill, sarcophagi,but groundsmen dug soiled body holesfor reasons cutting maintenance,when time to face the passing phase;obsolete in necropolisso shelter found in holy place,then ossuary for later bonesto save some space, babushka dolls.... - [Waiting for the Asters](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/23/waiting-for-the-asters/): By: T R Bates All summer long I’ve been waitingFor the asters to bloom again.I don’t know exactly why,Maybe because they areThe last field flowers of the year,The last flowers Barbara and I saw togetherAlong with all the visiting bees... - ['Boasting Bees' n 'Strangers' by Wole Oyeboade](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/23/boasting-bees-n-strangers-by-wole-oyeboade/): By: Wole Oyeboade Boasting Bees You sting us at worshipAnd scatter us in lordshipYou fly away into hideoutReactions , regrets, reigned for daysYou insurgent beesHums hums hums Boasting bees, the more the painThe much the gainYou sting banks and parksYou... - ['Mother Nature' and other poems by Kenya Jimenez](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/23/mother-nature-and-other-poems-by-kenya-jimenez/): By: Kenya Jimenez Mother Nature My eyes love watching the lavish pink sunsets withpatches of purple, but I truly fall in love at nightgazing at the bright stars and crescent white moon.I listen to the sound of the ocean waves... - ['A Straight Street' and other poems by Pijush Kanti Deb](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/23/a-straight-street-and-other-poems-by-pijush-kanti-deb/): By: Pijush Kanti Deb  A Straight Street Action and reactionblowwhispering and counter whispering,blastshouting and retaliated shoutingandgive birth to a universal realisationof the value of life and timetillthe construction of a Straight Street,polishedby the sweetness of eloquenceandhardenedby the goodness ofgifts, rewards... - [Lethargy & Weight](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/22/lethargy-weight/): By: Connor Orrico Language languishes like the ballet dancerin penché as lights turn off on stage;I have exhausted its nourishment and am leftwith the bitterness of bromide in my mouth. - [The Corpse on my Street](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/22/the-corpse-on-my-street/): By: Olabisi Bello “And the opposite of life is not death, it’s indifference.”— Elie Wiesel Beyond the windows of my school busempty eyes call out to meluring me in with their overbearing gaze.The raging sun boils the skinpeeling onto the... - [Heather](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/21/heather/): By: Bruce Levine Heather fastened the collar tighter around her neck. It was almost spring, but there was still a chill in the air. She wondered when spring would actually arrive; she was tired of winter, even if the air... - ['Revisitations' and other poems by Ted Mc Carthy](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/21/revisitations-and-other-poems-by-ted-mc-carthy/): By: Ted Mc Carthy REVISITATIONS Tremor cordis. Remember how it wasat about twentytrying to decipher Latin tagsin the winter garden but nothing connecting,language resolute in keeping out;the soil too, locked and blank, leaves swept or ribboned,verges black and razored; everything... - [Beach Memories](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/21/beach-memories/): By: James Bates The memories were flooding my mind,Waves crashing on the beach,Windswept sand blowing,The last light of day receding,Gulls calling along the shore,And Dad with his speed graphic camera,Taking photographs.I was barely aware of him.Instead, I looked out to... - [Tall Tales](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/21/tall-tales/): By Drew Alexander Ross             “Tommy threw Dad’s wallet on the roof.”             These words revealed to my parents they had a liar-liar pants-on-fire rascal for a kid.             This happened during a family vacation when I was seven years... - [Black Hole](https://literaryyard.com/2020/09/20/black-hole/): By: Ria Banerjee The nucleus is unstable-each atom of my being breaks away,breaks apart, micron by micron-till it collapses.Memories travel light years-to steal a kiss,to touch, to feel-to wither away in thattouch and feel.We are separated by forceful erasures in... - ['Let me and you' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/12/11/let-me-and-you-and-other-poems/): By: Obadia Laizer Let me and you Let me and you,be genuine lovers,good example to others,who pays attention to our love,and surely be influenced,by its persistence. Let me and you,embrace unity,and perpetuate harmony,nice words from our tongues,be part of our... - ['The Ideal Form of Government' and 'Between Me and Beauty'](https://literaryyard.com/2021/12/11/the-ideal-form-of-government-and-between-me-and-beauty/): By: David Dumouriez THE IDEAL FORM OF GOVERNMENT BETWEEN ME AND BEAUTY - [The Answer](https://literaryyard.com/2021/12/11/the-answer/): By: James Aitchison You have been given a physical shellto house the inner being which is you.In the earthly web and mesh,each man walks his path.If you are truly placed in me,there can no longer be fear.Have courage which lifts... - [World Sobbed in Pain](https://literaryyard.com/2021/12/11/world-sobbed-in-pain/): (Commemorating the Bengali language movement day, February 21, 1952) Dr. Gulshan Ara The day was bright and sunny, pulsating in festive moodEarth beaming with life in a vibrant spring day, music playing in the airBaby green leaves peeping through skinny... - [Abdul Manna’s translation “Bengal, Thy Name is Beauty”: Philosophy and Thoughts](https://literaryyard.com/2021/12/11/abdul-mannas-translation-bengal-thy-name-is-beauty-philosophy-and-thoughts/): By Mohammad Jashim Uddin Poetry translation is the most difficult task for many reasons. Still now, it is undecided whether translation works should be treated as an original work like other genre of literature, but everyone believes that only translation... - [Poems by Simon Perchik](https://literaryyard.com/2021/12/01/poems-by-simon-perchik-3/): By: Simon Perchik From just dampness, nourishmentand rust seals the boltin place –the carriage already there and nearby, it rainsthough you take hold a single spokeas if the enchanted palace stopped moving –why is ita parent favors the weak oneand... - [An Actor Prepares](https://literaryyard.com/2021/12/01/an-actor-prepares/): By: Elaine Lennon V There was nobody to blame. Everyone just did the best they could. The haze had settled over Catalina. The early morning azure sky was dotted with sunlight and the fishing boat was cutting through the waters... - [The Invisible Force](https://literaryyard.com/2021/12/01/the-invisible-force/): By: The Self is Unknown”(David Hume) But I believe I shape sensibilities, invisiblebut able to visualize through tunnels withoutbeginning or end, to catch the salty essenceinside a planet’s breeze and these other-world palms that brush the clouds with aqua-tinted fronds... - [Passively watching you leave](https://literaryyard.com/2021/12/01/passively-watching-you-leave/): By: Matthew Birch IDrippingfrom my lipsthey form a pool LeavingI’m not ready in timeYou’re shoutingnot that loud it’s funnynow I can open the door Dried eyes and silenceI want to dive in again III put on my coatwhen the cold... - [A Safe Place](https://literaryyard.com/2021/12/01/a-safe-place/): By: Dawn DeBraal Deep in thought, I was walking through the field when I came up to the log cabin my great grandfather built in the high meadow. Pa turned it into a barn after building the new house when... - ['Avenue of Blackberries' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/12/01/avenue-of-blackberries-and-other-poems/): By: Clara McShane Avenue of Blackberries Avenue of blackberriesencapsulated by the treesspecks of wildflower, butter gorsefootball club cheering grows hoarse old man passes, all my lifelens matures with time and strifewilting fuchsia, ballet shoesawry poppy, Summer’s bruise benches who have... - ['Why I don't sleep well' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/12/01/why-i-dont-sleep-well-and-other-poems/): By: George Freek WHY I DON’T SLEEP WELL (After Su Tung Po) The moon is the head of an axe,splitting the darkness in pieces.Leaves fall in the night.dying without a fight.They die so gently,it almost seems right.When I look at... - ['The Woman Who Had Two Navels' by Nick Joaquin reviewed](https://literaryyard.com/2021/12/01/the-woman-who-had-two-navels-by-nick-joaquin-reviewed/): By: Kimberth D. Obeso There are numerous historical novels around the globe. Well-known published historical masterpieces include A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens, War, and Peace by Leo Tolstoy, The Scarlet Letter by Nathaniel Hawthorne. Historical novels written... - ['Camphor' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/11/25/camphor-and-other-poems/): By: John Grey NADINE You’re out of time and place,having so many silent letters in your name,and drawn to the jukeboxin the dusty window of the antique score,while in the books you read,you stand up for the misfitsand prefer to... - [A Hundred Measures!](https://literaryyard.com/2021/11/24/a-hundred-measures/): By: Naga Vydyanathan Mrinalini was up, even before the crack of dawn, fresh with renewed vigour to embark upon the day’s chores. Sipping her morning cup of steaming coffee, a necessity in most south Indian households, she quickly ran through... - [Woman’s Best Friend](https://literaryyard.com/2021/11/24/womans-best-friend/): By: Glenn John Arnowitz She was the smallest one in the room. Her siblings pushed her over as they ran to us, begging for affection. But she just stood motionless, and we were both drawn to her calm and quiet... - [The Lingering](https://literaryyard.com/2021/11/23/the-lingering/): By: Anthony Ward The moon sanctioned itself upon him as he stood defiantly against the wind, watching a moth drawn to the light of the bedroom window where she slept. He wondered whether the seemingly insignificant impulse of its fluttering... - [Life](https://literaryyard.com/2021/11/23/life/): By: Alan Berger I have no answersI have no questionsI have not, nor I will find the road to blissNo matter the inspections But I have remedied this Do you notice things about you?Without being toldOr like meDo you have... - ['They Impose a Duty' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/11/23/they-impose-a-duty-and-other-poems/): By: KJ Hannah Greenberg Memories not Cancellations Cancel Culture did away with Mr. Potato’s head,Censored an epic picture show of the fallen South,From here to there, deleted tweetle beetle noodlePoodles, capsized monuments, likewise memorials,Similarly, smited abolitionist Hans Christian Heg’sLikeness. We... - [Here are the winners of Tata Literature Live Literary Awards for 2021](https://literaryyard.com/2021/11/23/here-are-the-winners-of-tata-literature-live-literary-awards-for-2021/): The prestigious Tata Literature Live! The Mumbai LitFest was announced at the grand finale of the Festival, which was held from 18th to 21st November. As always, the four-day Litfest, presented online for the second consecutive year, was a huge... - [Boots](https://literaryyard.com/2021/11/22/boots/): By: Vitalia Strait A pair of brown boots is all I have from you.Maybe they’re a little bit like the way you were,A tad scuffed and worn in, but beautiful too.I wouldn’t know; you wouldn’t let me remember. I unzip... - ['Deer In The Yard' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/11/22/deer-in-the-yard-and-other-poems/): By: K. A. Williams Deer In The Yard Some deer wereeating grass in my yard.I tried to take a picture,but the motion scared them.They leaped away.So fast.So graceful.So pretty.I hope they come back. ### Cat’s Visit I was going to... - [Nebraska](https://literaryyard.com/2021/11/22/nebraska/): By: Wyatt Tune             Well, last night I noticed there was something wrong with the transmission. The car slurred when it moved, and all sorts of terrible metal noises had started coming out of the hood. There were the thumps... - [Networking Coffee](https://literaryyard.com/2021/11/19/networking-coffee/): By: Robin Doody “Are you Michael?” Michael looks up from his phone just a little bit. He’s tall with brown hair that is longer on the top than it is on the sides—both spiked and combed. He has hazel eyes,... - [Zero Times One](https://literaryyard.com/2021/11/19/zero-times-one/): By: Elise Lerner I wake a life raftlost at sea. I pry my eyes openbut they spring shut.I march throughthe thick fog, of my soul. Fairies and goblinstaunt me, whisking awaylast night’s dreamseven after I beg themto stay. The only... - [Caravaggio](https://literaryyard.com/2021/11/19/caravaggio/): By: Harvey Huddleston Elliot wanted one of those watches with the black round dial so Andrew told him to check out Jacks.  Sure enough, there it was at a decent price.  Andrew was always good for things like that. It... - [Menominee](https://literaryyard.com/2021/11/18/menominee/): By: Christopher Johnson The Menominee Forest is thick with woods.The forest vaults across northern WisconsinNear Peshtigo where hell broke out and claimed the sacred lives of hundreds of Americans the self-same week as the Chicago Fire—1871.We have penetrated this forest... - ['Northbound Journey' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/11/18/northbound-journey-and-other-poems/): By: Lorraine Caputo NORTHBOUND JOURNEY We climb above thesmog of Quito. Nieve dustshigher mountain peaks. ~ ~ The fields of purple-flowered potatoes, green corn.Snow streaks Cayambe. ~ ~ ~ Through towns. Adobehomes one with the earth. Cook firesmoke seeps through... - ['Rubrication' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/11/17/rubrication-and-other-poems/): By: RC deWinter rubrication your skinbronzed by your labors in the sunis no soft envelopewrapping your bone and sinewit’s the parchment of years spentdoing what men doi want to illuminate the pagesof this book of hourslet me be the quill... - [Summing Up](https://literaryyard.com/2021/11/17/summing-up/): By: Anadi Naik The casket was made of Mahogany and brassLooked beautiful like the body it held insideWell-groomed, silken white hairAnd complexion like a kernel of sweet corn.Eyes closed, hands lying on the chest look so real !Not the same... - [The Effort of Two Hands  ](https://literaryyard.com/2021/11/17/the-effort-of-two-hands/): By: Charles Gibson A round physical object,embedded with a numericalpattern is affixed on a wall,within view of a regular influxof observers. The numbers areresting sturdily in their individuallyappointed dwellings, arrangedupright while in a circle whichsurrounds two hands … that havenever... - [Pandemic: A Series](https://literaryyard.com/2021/11/16/pandemic-a-series/): By: Cynthia Pitman Prologue: The Book of Omens Behind the old car,resting on cinderblocksbeside the barn,lies a beaten and broken book.Its weathered hidewon’t tell its name,and the rain-soaked pages,dirty and torn,won’t reveal its secrets.Only a few words peek out:diadem,garland,craven,oracles,. .... - [Blue](https://literaryyard.com/2021/11/16/blue/): By Nancy Kazar Julia increased the volume on her device, but it didn’t drown out the shrill voices of her roommates or stop their relentless banging on the door. Julia removed her headphones and threw them on her desk. “Julia,... - [Mr. Suffragette City](https://literaryyard.com/2021/11/16/mr-suffragette-city/): By: James Bates “Hey, man, leave me alone,” I yelled, pushing Eddie away as he tried to grab the only pay phone on the psych ward out of my hand. He was a big man and it was hard to... - [Poems: 'Liminal' and 'Box Camera'](https://literaryyard.com/2021/10/28/poems-liminal-and-box-camera/): By: Stephen Kingsnorth Liminal What was the moment you arrived,when you, the child, could be shown off,and they seemed proud to name you theirs?That liminal, transition point,when you know more than they, for sure,and they know that, with awe, inside,not... - [Passing the returning patients to the community test](https://literaryyard.com/2021/10/28/passing-the-returning-patients-to-the-community-test/): By: Constance Woodring It was spring, and the street was lined with cherry blossoms and magnolia trees. I stopped to appreciate the glorious fragrance that made me feel as if I were inside a talcum powder can. Ida picked a... - ['The Wind' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/10/28/the-wind-and-other-poems/): By: Jon Carter fear I can hear the drums under my feet,they are waiting at the wrong gatefor me now. sleep, it is only sleepthat I want – but even in deathsleep will not come. it’s the next thing, always... - ['Final Capsule' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/10/28/final-capsule-and-other-poems/): By: Ricky Garni FINAL CAPSULE I like chocolate and I like obituaries.Some people like dromedaries and machine guns.There’s a ride at Disney World called“It’s A Small World After All.” And within it,an even smaller world. The Circumference of the earth... - [Jump](https://literaryyard.com/2021/10/20/jump/): By: Vladimir Motchoulski The urchin told me to jump. “Jump,” he said. “Go on. Jump.” I looked away, down and away, toward the crystalline water shimmering at the bottom of the magnificent limestone gorge. Its seductive blue skin calmed the... - ['Our names' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/10/20/our-names-and-other-poems/): By: Roger G. Singer OUR NAMES a prairie start,shadows overyour eyes,jealous cloudssilently passbrushing outwinds andunansweredprayersdrifting downfrom abovewith reflectionsof paths missedand wordsof fire thatno rain couldquenchuntil the yearsof tidesfloated tothe surfaceour names ### RESTART it was the endof thingsand the beginningof... - [The Renaissance of Criticism: A Post-Postmodern Manifesto](https://literaryyard.com/2021/10/20/the-renaissance-of-criticism-a-post-postmodern-manifesto/): By: Trevor Anthony                      The dignity of the artist lies in keeping alive the sense of wonder in the world.                                                                                            –  G.K. Chesterton      The world loves nothing better than to blacken the radiant and drag the awe-inspiring through the... - [Death and a Parking Lot](https://literaryyard.com/2021/10/19/death-and-a-parking-lot/): By Divya Chandrasekaran The vast hospital parking lot lurks among the shadows. Its asphalt blends seamlessly with the dark horizon beyond. The sun continues her peaceful slumber, tucked just beneath the skyline. A dim flicker escapes a street lamp hundreds... - [Like mother, like daughter](https://literaryyard.com/2021/10/19/like-mother-like-daughter/): By: Kavita Sarin Lying awake in bedAt the ripe old age of sixteenI realisedFor the very first timeThat only a brick wallSeparated meFrom the tumultuous madnessThat ensued in the room next door. It really was the very first timeI realized... - ['Earthquake Weather' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/10/18/earthquake-weather-and-other-poems/): By: Don Thompson Earthquake Weather The air’s gone undergroundinto legendary deep cavernslocals believe in. And a river down therebroods in the dark—inexhaustibleaquifer of silence. Hot and dry and still.We look at each otherwithout saying what we know.** Dance Wind in... - [Cinders](https://literaryyard.com/2021/10/18/cinders/): By: K.McAllister Day 36: I’ve come to the conclusion that she is not coming back. The halls have been void of sound for a while now,  once the skittering of mice as they hunt for any type of sustenance was... - [Lilly Necklace](https://literaryyard.com/2021/10/18/lilly-necklace/): By: Seneca Schwarz A proud voice slithers its way through her otherwise crowded orifice.“Your maze of tubes won’t hinder me from getting out and consuming her.”It said, “I’m almost finished here, but my appetite is insatiable…and you look delightful.” “On... - [Post lunch (between the adverts)](https://literaryyard.com/2021/10/18/post-lunch-between-the-adverts/): By: Ross Maclean-Bryant 2. And I knew I’d do that through telephones.The teletext confessionalsAnd the brashness of bones Amidst the extendable nature of shortcuts,The video games familiar,Charging across the bowling greenWith a famished pair of scissors And though these fingers... - [Fruit Fight](https://literaryyard.com/2021/10/14/fruit-fight/): By Russell Richardson “Did you fuck with my fruit?” my wife called through the open bathroom doorway. We had long ago abandoned the formality of shutting the door when doing our business. But, yes, she had caught me. A new... - [Anti Voice](https://literaryyard.com/2021/10/14/anti-voice/): By: Hardeep Sabharwal If it is male Taunts will be focused on his caste, If he is heretical, questions will be made in the name of religion, If it is a female Her character will be dissected, and Jokes will... - ['As she moved' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/10/13/as-she-moved-and-other-poems/): By: John P. Drudge As She Moved Time stilledWhen she walked acrossThe roomStopping his mindIn its tracksThe inverted maskOf his fearFalling to the groundAs she movedSeeing somethingReflected in her eyesPerhaps doubtA dreamRegretA deep somethingYet unspokenBehind a smileOn the surfaceOf secrets... - ['Howling' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/10/13/howling-and-other-poems/): By Jon Carter peaceful nothing downtown sidewalkpeople walk bytalkingsmilingbrightignorant /happy teethunwilling to acknowledge that no easy thingslive in the chestand nothingmeaningfullivesout of it, beyond thema dying elm tree standsagainst the street,ideas like mulchsurrounding it as it’sstrangled by the sun-no rainno... - [First Full-Length Poetry Collection By Chapel Hill Poet Paul Jones Announced](https://literaryyard.com/2021/10/12/first-full-length-poetry-collection-by-chapel-hill-poet-paul-jones-announced/): “Poetry is a conversation between the present and the past with a hope for the future. A visitation with bards and griots, and a probe, like a wandering rocket, into parts yet unknown. A modernizing of a message in stone,... - [Connections](https://literaryyard.com/2021/10/10/connections/): By: Kevin Criscione Like ghost ships passing in the night or dark-hued mountains in the distance, each call a portal to a different untouchable world into which I was only offered a brief and unsatisfying glimpse.  I was thirty-two. I... - [Parents’ Evening](https://literaryyard.com/2021/10/10/parents-evening/): By Mike Hickman “I’ve never understood why they call it parents’ evening,” Mr Driscoll said to his wife as the parents waited amongst the shards of the children’s achievements. “It’s not about us, after all, is it?” Mrs Driscoll instructed... - [Dear Regular Yogurt](https://literaryyard.com/2021/10/10/dear-regular-yogurt/): By: Todd Mercer Dear Regular Yogurt, The jig is up, the show’s over. You had a steady run that lasted a long generation or so. Now it falls to me to tell you what you should have already realized. The... - [My Baseball Card Collection](https://literaryyard.com/2021/10/10/my-baseball-card-collection/): By Linda S. Gunther 1964. The Bronx. At 11 years old, I had a baseball card collection with over two hundred fifty trading cards I kept in an A&P grocery cardboard box under the bed. My cards were alphabetically organized... - [Secret Hand](https://literaryyard.com/2021/10/10/secret-hand/): By: Edward Wells One.  Names, on the other hand, are precise, unambiguous; one might even say rigid, fixed, unalterable, certainly inelastic. They are not the same thing, however. In the upper right hand corner is cerulean blending into cobalt, maybe... - [Daddy's Girl](https://literaryyard.com/2021/10/10/daddys-girl/): By: Carl Papa Palmer Removing the library card from my wallet,an old photo, her first day of kindergarten,comes to view through the plastic sleeve. She woke me early that morning, wantedto watch cartoons rather than go to school.This picture Mom... - [Tomatoes and tattoos](https://literaryyard.com/2021/10/10/tomatoes-and-tattoos/): By Ruth Z. Deming He is the last of the Porter Family. I hardly know him though I knew hisbrother Tom and his daddy, Luke.Drunks all of them.They live on the next street, a street that reminds us of a... - [The Game](https://literaryyard.com/2021/10/08/the-game/): By: Bruce Levine It was just a game. Tiffany and her twin sister, Brianna, played it often. At eight years old the girls made up many games, partially to alleviate the loneliness of their isolation, but, because they had each... - ['Athena to Arachne' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/10/08/athena-to-arachne-and-other-poems/): By: Chella Courington Athena to Arachne I can’t suppress envywhen your touch teases woolfingers long & agile twirling the spindle I warn youno mortal wins your bulls & birdsdivine debaucheries will succumb to my gods I shred your tapestrythread by... - [Desolate](https://literaryyard.com/2021/10/08/desolate/): By: Victor Azubike Effigies;Turquoise skies;Twin rainbows:FaintAnd prominent.Sunny afternoons;SolitaryTelecom masts;Derelict school Buildings;DesolateAnd barricadedFilling stations;Down and outFolksEking out a living. Crescents;Intersections;Hemmed in;At Wits’ end.City’s squareCrowdedBy lonely seats-Open spacesAndShrillSilencesWaiting for the nextSpectacular event,Solemn oath takingWith the holy booksOr traditional gun salute. Fleeting seconds:Lazy... - [An enchanted moment from bee-like Autumn](https://literaryyard.com/2021/10/07/an-enchanted-moment-from-bee-like-autumn/): By: Paweł Markiewicz the last autumn – beejust before epiphanybeehive fulfilled?bee looking at fallin the beehive – wingsand the timeless dreamed sparksmeek bees as heroesqueen bee in ruminationmarvel of buzzingan autumnal beesleeping or awakening – time?beehive as templefall adorationthe bee... - [Thin or Thick Limerick ](https://literaryyard.com/2021/10/07/thin-or-thick-limerick/): By: Carl Papa Palmer In her quest to become a trimmer chickRose chose this slick trick and got slimmer quickshe ate nothing at all‘cept soup sipped thru a strawwhile humming the lines of this limerick - [She](https://literaryyard.com/2021/10/07/she/): By: A Byrd Called Bird Wheeling in a chaos-scapeShe flutters down the winding streetSlipping between the empty people,Before she turnsLike the hand bursting from the lakeCrowning clouds with glittering diadems of frozen pearlsBedecking them in the manner of dancing girlsThe... - ['Pulora Court' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/10/07/pulora-court-and-other-poems/): By: Jamie Nguyen Pulora Court I walk up and down Pulora Court every turning day,once when the sun rears its laughing head, once when it dips beyond the dusky horizon. Twelve mismatched iclers, six perside, shaded by color pencils stolen... - [Vanishing Acts](https://literaryyard.com/2021/10/07/vanishing-acts/): By: Charles Varani I              Kenneth had invited me along for a picnic, along with Miko, his wife then, at the reservoir outside of town. I’d met Kenneth in college and we had been friends since. At the reservoir, Kenneth... - ['Desert' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/10/07/desert-and-other-poems/): By: J.K. Durick Desert I’ve never been on a desert, you know the kind,But I can picture me out in it. The sand as far asAs I can see, the intense sun, some wind swirlingAbout the sand, and there I... - [Ted Bundy, Serial Killer, in my Class ](https://literaryyard.com/2021/10/03/ted-bundy-serial-killer-in-my-class/): By Russell Eisenman, Ph.D.  Ted Bundy, the famous serial killer, was once in an abnormal psychology class that I taught, years ago at Temple University.  I did not know it was him at the time, but from subsequent photographs and... - [Mr. Macaroon](https://literaryyard.com/2021/09/29/mr-macaroon/): By: Jim Bates “Sorry to have to tell you this,” Doctor Jensen said, not looking all that sorry, “but you’ve got celiac sprue.” Celiac what? It sounded serious. “Am I going to die?” I asked, cutting to the chase along... - [Rosary & Rites](https://literaryyard.com/2021/09/29/rosary-rites/): By: Sterling Warner I:         First Dysfunctional Confession “Bless me Father for I have sinned; this is my first confession,” I began, knowing I’d correctly uttered my lines. During the past few days, I practiced delivering mock confessions to my brother... - [And the Bird Sang Again](https://literaryyard.com/2021/09/29/and-the-bird-sang-again/): By Hayden Sidun For the seventh time that day, the wooden cuckoo bird came out of its birdhouse and sang its typical song. Terrence often thought about what an appropriate title would be for such a beautiful song. Perhaps the... - [Rain](https://literaryyard.com/2021/09/28/rain/): By: Chandra Shekhar Dubey Rain, rain bringcoolness of your showersto scorched plantssilent and sultry.Rain, rain bringyour torrents to earthparched and thirstyin restless summerto sprout the grass,ferns and dry leaves.Rain, rain bringrelief to toiling farmersto put seeds to fieldsto grow cropsthat... - [Visions of Love](https://literaryyard.com/2021/09/28/visions-of-love/): By: Bill Kamen Killin’ time, sippin’ a beerAt a boardwalk bar by the seaThe jukebox playin’ visions of loveMy mind drifts away to a girl on the beachSwayin’ to the sound of the wavesA glow on your face as bright... - ['At Least the Dead Don't Need To be Shushed' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/09/28/at-least-the-dead-dont-need-to-be-shushed-and-other-poems/): By: Richard LeDue At Least the Dead Don’t Need To be Shushed My second job interview was easysince I had found a grantthat paid over half my wages,so I spent a summer in a libraryputting books back where they belonged,but... - ['The Puppet Master' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/09/27/the-puppet-master-and-other-poems/): By: Blessy George THE PUPPET MASTER The puppet master held his fingers tightAnd I fight, a hopeless fightAgainst my dreams, against my burning desireFor freedom, I stayAlas! The way money can control youAlthough it hurts knowing that the ironIs melting... - [' What of Ravi, Sunil?' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/09/23/what-of-ravi-sunil-and-other-poems/): By: Stephen Kingsnorth What of Ravi, Sunil? Pencil moustache, bike perched as frame,common boyhood smiles about,and bright, bright eyes hiding nilsave haunting heads that never willmeet again as growing lads. Here, Ahallabad, green college fields,the only common ground, for meCambridge,... - ['Absence' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/09/23/absence-and-other-poems-2/): By: Wil Michael Wrenn Absence Sometimes I think I hearyour footsteps, but I turn,and you’re not there. Sometimes I think I hearyour voice calling out,but then I wake from my dream. Sometimes I think I hearyour laughter, but it’s onlythe... - [Dark as Last night by Tony Birch](https://literaryyard.com/2021/09/20/dark-as-last-night-by-tony-birch/): By: Joanna Marsh Tony Birch is an Indigenous Australian Author who has won an array of literary awards. He writes short stories, poetry and novels. Dark as Last Night is an anthology of short stories with a telescopic focus on... - ['Effort' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/09/18/effort-and-other-poems/): By: KJ Hannah Greenberg Effort Investing in skill building is advantageous to Andean condors whileOperating paths to working past setbacks exist, except for nest building.In such cases, finding answers to remarkable troubles excludes almost allVulture-sought solutions via creatively prepared twigs,... - [Sunflowers](https://literaryyard.com/2021/09/18/sunflowers/): By: Christian Ward The afternoon where I discovered the word dying began with something simple as sunflowers. We had been touring the French countryside in the morning, visiting old vineyards and cellars and decided to eat lunch opposite a field... - [Worlds Apart ](https://literaryyard.com/2021/09/18/worlds-apart/): By: Sheila Henry I believe I may have found the man, who can change my life in many ways. I look forward to experiencing him, Apple thought as she sat on the vanity gazing longingly at her image in the... - [Until Now](https://literaryyard.com/2021/09/18/until-now/): By: Bob Kalkreuter He’d finished his third drink before she told him she was leaving. “What?” he said, startled. They were sitting at an outdoor café, the late afternoon sunlight scrabbling over the cement in pursuit of retreating shade. She... - [Passing the torch](https://literaryyard.com/2021/09/18/passing-the-torch/): By William T. Hathaway The baby-boom generation is ending its lap in the human race, and the Fridays-for-future generation is beginning its run. Generational shifts of power are symbolized by the image of passing the torch, but now what the... - ['Deliverance' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/09/06/deliverance-and-other-poems/): By: John Muro Deliverance Wind gusts, strong enough to lift small boats fromThe surface of water, are pelting piers and hasteningThe undoing of long-leaning trees; shredding thickHedgerows in such a way the lower leaves tangleAnd spin like minnows in shallow... - [Virtual Reality (VR) for You – Dianne and Will](https://literaryyard.com/2021/09/06/virtual-reality-vr-for-you-dianne-and-will/): By: Reynaldo W Duar Jr Our story begins with our characters, Diane and Will.  Diane and Will are relaxing from a busy week. The year is 2027.   Diane and Will’s son has just gifted them the latest VR device. They... - [Pillow like a Parachute](https://literaryyard.com/2021/09/06/pillow-like-a-parachute/): By: Harrison Abbott      My elder brother Pete asked me to look after his four-year-old kid and I really didn’t want to but I had to accept because he had no other option. I reckon Pete must’ve asked a whole... - [Last Night](https://literaryyard.com/2021/09/06/last-night/): By: Anthony Ward A hoot from his phone woke him up. It was a tawny owl notifying him that a message had materialised. He picked up his phone while trying to wrench his eyes open. He was so tired that... - [Kafir](https://literaryyard.com/2021/09/06/kafir/): By Balu Swami The day after the bombing, I got a call from Rahman whom I hadn’t seen or heard from in years. He had been a good source for me for a number of years. He was one of... - [Sowers in the Dust](https://literaryyard.com/2021/09/01/sowers-in-the-dust/): By Elsa Wilson-Cruz Outside the conference room windows, another dust storm was rising on the dead brown horizon. But a ping on Zac’s glasses told him that it was heading east. Storm alarms wouldn’t get them out of this meeting.... - ['We'll show you' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/08/31/well-show-you-and-other-poems/): By: Linda M. Crate we’ll show you i don’t belongto this world,i am a part of theone you are too afraidto take a chance on;i am part of a worldmuch better than this one— there’s love enoughfor everyone,and the planet... - [The First Mistake](https://literaryyard.com/2021/08/31/the-first-mistake/): By: William T. Hathaway Establishment journalists and politicians are despairingly asking: Why did we fail in our well-meaning efforts to help the Afghan people? What were our mistakes? But they ignore their first mistake: creating the Taliban. The USA’s attempts... - [The Undertaker Shop](https://literaryyard.com/2021/08/23/the-undertaker-shop/): By: donnarkevic After closing, a young black manknocks. You see, my businessincludes haven. You see,in the deep South, white farm ownerspurchase the prison time of jailed blackswho then work the plantations.Well, even after years, you see,most never get released. When... - [Hotel Enigma!](https://literaryyard.com/2021/08/19/hotel-enigma/): By: #madmusings The young couple on honeymoonSmooching, petting walked into the lobbyThe receptionist flashed a smile soonHanded them the keys of the room,She was beautiful, fair, and chubby! As they proceeded to the hallwayThe newlywed couple laughed awayThe receptionist’s eyes... - [Five Indian fantasy novels that are my favorite](https://literaryyard.com/2021/08/19/five-indian-fantasy-novels-that-are-my-favorite/): India embarked upon the fantasy fiction bandwagon a bit too late – at least when it comes to English fantasy fiction – yet it doesn’t deter it from competing with the best of the world. In recent years, a host... - [Conviction](https://literaryyard.com/2021/08/18/conviction/): By: Bhoj Kumar Dhamala High morale, boosted status, and superbStyle of living makes one feel your better ¬–Off guise and you are in seventh heavenJust a delusion, you are out of it unless You realize who you are the surroundingGoes... - [15 bagels and a brioche bun](https://literaryyard.com/2021/08/18/15-bagels-and-a-brioche-bun/): By: Ivy Geren I’m sitting in a swirl of dreamsHalf-formed, half-dreamtStacked on top of each other like the crusts of a million barely-eaten sandwichesBut I’ve learned that the idea of a dream is always better than its realitySo I add... - [Erotophobia](https://literaryyard.com/2021/08/18/erotophobia/): By: Rachel Chitofu Sometimes we learnfrom ameliorating televisionbroadcasts—maybe the sunsnarls morefatally in contrasted shadesof itselfand you look better today,now that your clothesare finally off.I am still a child and maybe that’s why I can’t goto college this fall.If he kisses... - [Villanelle For The Beggar’s Sign: “I am Blind Please Give Amended By A Passer By](https://literaryyard.com/2021/08/17/villanelle-for-the-beggars-sign-i-am-blind-please-give-amended-by-a-passer-by/): By: Dorie LaRue It is spring and the blind beggar is separatefrom the deluge of blossoms and those dazedby soundless eloquent branches that celebrate all those things which do not hesitateto call forth the humanly amazed;The bees fondle and assault... - [Unconditional Love](https://literaryyard.com/2021/08/17/unconditional-love/): By: Bill Kamen Killin’ time sippin’ whiskeyAt a bar on the boardwalk by the seathe jukebox keeps on playin’ visions of loveand it takes me back to when I first saw youswayin’ to the rhythm of the waveseyes as blue... - [Obituary: Tom Wollaston](https://literaryyard.com/2021/02/28/obituary-tom-wollaston/): By: Shukburgh Ashby Near-unknown writer, and an undiscovered giant of twentieth century literature A friend told me that Tom Wollaston died last week. He must’ve been in his nineties. I’d like to humbly propose (I haven’t read this theory elsewhere)... - ['The Emancipation of the Mermaid Tattoo' and other poems by Paul Jones](https://literaryyard.com/2021/02/27/the-emancipation-of-the-mermaid-tattoo-and-other-poems-by-paul-jones/): By: Paul Jones The Emancipation of the Mermaid Tattoo The laser took her scale by scaleslowly moving from waist to tail.She had never been meant for him.He had led her out on a limb.He kept her there under his skinan... - [Closet](https://literaryyard.com/2021/02/27/closet/): By: Caroline Piermattei She heard the chirp, the squeak. Then the black blur scurried past her leg. He climbed the tree then ran, having what looked like fun. Black squirrels, She strained to remember…aggressive,  rabid? As a stand alone event,... - [Red](https://literaryyard.com/2021/02/27/red/): By: Harvey Huddleston He’d been there a few times before, the BARC shelter.  It stood for Brooklyn Animal, then whatever starts with an R and Center.  The R might be for relocation or reassignment or rehabilitation maybe.  He never liked... - [The Clinch Brothers](https://literaryyard.com/2021/02/27/the-clinch-brothers/): By: T. Peer D. C. Damen entered his detective section beneath the proclamation, Our day begins when your day ends. Beyond a rather pragmatic occupational dictum the homicides, suicides, and accidents stuffed a macabre party pack with the hostility, futility,... - [on dying stars](https://literaryyard.com/2021/02/26/on-dying-stars/): By: Dora Nicolic nebula The day the sky split open, a swirl of dust, gases, and atoms suffocated the horizon. And the sky, well, she inhaled and took in every ounce of the atoms. She was left to expand, and... - [Shadow Lake Snow Snakes](https://literaryyard.com/2021/02/26/shadow-lake-snow-snakes/): By: Carl Papa Palmer  Not the inviting cotton candy snowscene on a holiday greeting cardor sparkling fluffy flakes floatingsoftly in the shaken crystal globe, These wind whipped ice shards blown,thrown, stinging, not sticking, hurled,swirled across bare brown ground likelong white... - [Dehumanizing Demise](https://literaryyard.com/2021/02/26/dehumanizing-demise/): By: Amol Narayan Jadhao We have no nerve left to feelThe sofa felt the tiresome limbsAnd the ‘human’ fondled the road to rootsThe covered (mikes) mouths and shielded (cameras) eyesTelecasting the live bare pangs and sheer pains Has-beens of pavements... - [Lockdown](https://literaryyard.com/2021/02/26/lockdown-2/): By Ellis Shuman They were seated two rows ahead of me on the half-empty plane and without seeing their faces, or knowing anything about them, I could tell that they were totally out of their element. What was it? The... - [The Subtlety of Symbolism](https://literaryyard.com/2021/02/26/the-subtlety-of-symbolism/): By Theresa Gaynord The color white usually coversfeatureless walls, but when snowfalls and settles on the bough oftrees, it’s a recipe for awakeningthat is strangely comforting, likea white note, slipped subtly beneatha door, or the creak of a metal door,opening... - [Bicycle Built for Two](https://literaryyard.com/2021/02/26/bicycle-built-for-two/): By: James Bates A tandem bicycle was the last thing Liz and I bought before she left me for her personal trainer, a muscle-bound guy named Zeke. “I’m never coming back,” she told me as they drove off on his... - ['Catch Phrase' and other poems by Ryan Quinn Flanagan](https://literaryyard.com/2021/02/24/catch-phrase-and-other-poems-by-ryan-quinn-flanagan/): By: Ryan Quinn Flanagan Catch Phrase It had taken many professionals to snare it.Many more to transport and care for the phrase. As it worked its way around the perimeter of the enclosure.Mapping out its new surroundings. After all its... - [Still Life Genre in Painting](https://literaryyard.com/2021/02/24/still-life-genre-in-painting/): Still Life is a very popular painting genre that we have likely all seen at least once in our lives especially if you have an interest in art. What sets Still Life from other art forms is that the objects... - [Pigeons and Prognostications in the Time of the Virus](https://literaryyard.com/2021/02/23/pigeons-and-prognostications-in-the-time-of-the-virus/): By: Leon Kortenkamp  Pigeons and Prognostications in the Time of the Virus   They toss breadcrumbs like gods dispensing blessings from on high.  The pigeons dart after each carefully placed crumb, the lucky ones running up the sidewalk or onto the grass to... - [As It Was, As It Will Be](https://literaryyard.com/2021/02/23/as-it-was-as-it-will-be/): By: Teagan Wood On a roadway, slick with mud, a woman – feet swollen from standing, hands burned from the sun, fingers painted with dirt – stands waiting. In the underbrush of a ditch, the silhouette of her form holds... - [Social](https://literaryyard.com/2021/02/23/social/): By Ramprasath Rengasamy  I offered a ten-dollar note to a beggar, but he took it and threw it back on my face and walked away. It was like he slapped across my face. I woke up in shock and realized it was just a... - [The Anguish of Trump](https://literaryyard.com/2021/02/23/the-anguish-of-trump/): By: Ruth Z. Deming  more perfect day cannot be imagined for when the former President retired to Mar-a-Lago on the Palm Beach barrier island with the Atlantic Ocean to the east and Florida’s Intracoastal Waterway to the west. The sea was calm, shimmering as... - [Review: “The Coconut Girl” Sunita Thind](https://literaryyard.com/2021/02/10/review-the-coconut-girl-sunita-thind/): By: Josh Brown ‘Coconut’ is a term used to denigrate someone as brown on the outside and white on the inside. “The Cocont Girl” is the second collection of poems from British born Punjabi poet Sunita Thind.  BAME people born... - ['Night' and other poems by Chris Durand](https://literaryyard.com/2021/02/01/night-and-other-poems-by-chris-durand/): By: Chris Durand Night  Sinking into now, Worries fall away, Soon to rest my head At the end of day.  Moments of release Ebb away in peace. My heart softly beats. Consciousness retreats.  Covers to my chin, Sleep is almost in. The world slips out of sight, Enveloped by... - ['Love on the Road, or What I Did Not Want to Overhear ' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/01/29/love-on-the-road-or-what-i-did-not-want-to-overhear-and-other-poems/): By: Joan E. Cashin Love on the Road, or What I Did Not Want to Overhear  A marriage proposal at the Hilton Hotelas I ate a salad at the next table in the restaurant: she said no.A screaming match at... - ['My anger' and other poems by Matthew Borczon](https://literaryyard.com/2021/01/28/my-anger-and-other-poems-by-matthew-borczon/): By: Matthew Borczon My anger  Is for you not the horse you rode in on it’s for the lightning not the tree it dropped across the road and it’s not for the soldiers  who killed and died in the war who still kill and die in my dreams no my anger is for the men who start wars in the first place and at me for believing that any good would come from it it’s for the kid I was who enlisted without a clue about the man the war would make out  of me  ### Graveyard shift  Another sleepless night and I am on the internet looking at pictures of whales who appear to sleep standing up near the surface so they can get air they sleep only an hour or two a night as long as a ship doesn’t hit them and I wonder what their dreams are  about as I remember that the origin of the term graveyard shift is from the times when the dead would sometimes wake back up inside the coffin so they would tie a string from their wrist to a bell and if it rang the worker on the graveyard shift would have to dig them back up from the ground and I never wonder about his dreams because I have spent ten years on the graveyard shift shovel in hand digging soldiers and Marines women and children out of the ground as Afghanistan rang in my ears.  ### I was thinking this morning for Dana  About the bones of the sun and the blank stare of our kitchen clock I am listening to Bob Dylan wondering if you can ever really truly be one too many mornings and a thousand miles behind as I am wishing I could swim across the surface of your coffee cup into the light in your eyes as I reach for your hand across the table it’s weight is heavy with everything you bring to our... - ['The Tangled Web' and other poems by Mary Bone](https://literaryyard.com/2021/01/28/the-tangled-web-and-other-poems-by-mary-bone/): By: Mary Bone The Tangled Web The tangled web was woven with care,intricate secrets were stored inside.The spider knew how to entice wary visitorsinside for a cup of tea.His house was so cozy within.Entertainment was the key,For the likes of... - [She Still Lives Here](https://literaryyard.com/2021/01/28/she-still-lives-here/): By: Ute Carson My wife and I occupied this house for 55 years.My parents restored it following the Great Depression.We have shared the cooking, the cleaning,kept the yard trimmed and the roses flourishing.When the sun streams through our tall bay... - [A Good Michael](https://literaryyard.com/2021/01/26/a-good-michael/): By: Macy de Champlain We aren’t supposed to be here.   We walk into the darkness, leaving the last remnants of light behind us. My Michael strips down, everything but the socks and shoes. I do too, because I do whatever my Michael... - [The destiny of a madman](https://literaryyard.com/2021/01/15/the-destiny-of-a-madman/): By: Jordan Zuniga  The mustering of the forces, the gathering of strength,The call to arms upon the realm of France, increase the territories length!The kneeling for the honor, the placing of the crown,The swiping of the treasure and the mocking... - [Demon](https://literaryyard.com/2021/01/11/demon/): By: Nina Adel At the end of the long stretch of dollar stores, blocks of restaurants offering licuados and tortas de asada and pan dulce, there is an inland sea. A half-neighborhood before this great quantity of open water, Belvidere... - [Uriel Fox and the Mystic Mirror](https://literaryyard.com/2021/01/11/uriel-fox-and-the-mystic-mirror/): By: John F Zurn After years of traveling throughout his world, Uriel felt weary and disappointed. Despite all his remarkable adventures, he still remained alone and lacked satisfactory answers for his life and for his dilemma with relationships. Uriel eventually... - [Cardboard Heart](https://literaryyard.com/2021/01/11/cardboard-heart/): By: Clay Hunt Maxine slammed her black backpack on my desk. She was a fan of horror and spooky movies. Her long black hair was glued to her puffier-than-normal cheeks. I never cried during these times. I felt like there... - ['Pain' and other poems by Emily](https://literaryyard.com/2021/01/11/pain-and-other-poems-by-emily/): By: Emily Pain PainBurningAll overI am ironBeing smeltedBecoming strong and beautifulUnlike the rock I came fromAll because of the pain ### Lifeless Dead rosesWilted violetsDeceased daisiesLifeless flowersIs what makes up my gardenRotting nowMaggot foodGiving birth to new lifeThis is my... - [Introspection](https://literaryyard.com/2021/01/11/introspection/): By: Alex Andy Phuong Inspect introspectionLook into oneselfSee what lurks beneathBequeath an enduring legacyUpon an ever-changing worldFor even as time passes byPeople can still defy the skyAnd never need an alibiFor being whom they truly areFor everyone really is a... - ['I’ll head home soon but not yet' and other poems by John Grey](https://literaryyard.com/2021/01/11/ill-head-home-soon-but-not-yet-and-other-poems-by-john-grey/): By: John Grey I’LL HEAD HOME SOON BUT NOT YET Near dusk,shadows roll across the lake,but I refuse to give my bodyback to bone and muscle,not now when I float amid sun-sparkles,ripple the waters with my fingers,almost trap tiny slithering... - ['Tears of the Ariege, July 2012' and other poems by Selina Whiteley](https://literaryyard.com/2021/01/11/tears-of-the-ariege-july-2012-and-other-poems-by-selina-whiteley/): By: Selina Whiteley Tears of the Ariege, July 2012 The irradiated and toxic sun shinesagainst the agillate gulley, the discontinuous strata,like those misquoted, askew lines when you tryto quote Baudelaire. Gadolinium and radioisotopesglint on shale, like angry words in a... - [Warming the bench](https://literaryyard.com/2021/01/07/warming-the-bench/): By Robert Feinstein It wasthe last night of the seventh grade basketball tournament and Harry Levine still hadn’t been given a chance to play in it.  Oh, he was on the class team all right.  It was a rule that... - [Without ever knowing how we got there](https://literaryyard.com/2021/01/07/without-ever-knowing-how-we-got-there-2/): By Rowan Wolf This collection of short stories by Gaither Stewart, Signs of the Times, takes readers on a journey of the human drama; those questions that take us into and out of ourselves; those reflections that question time, history,... - [Crossing Borders into Parallel Worlds](https://literaryyard.com/2021/01/07/crossing-borders-into-parallel-worlds/): By Gregory Barrett A Review of by Gaither Stewart’s Short Story Collection, SIGNS OF THE TIMES.             Gaither Stewart is an expatriate American writer who lives in Rome and knows Europe well. Mr. Stewart’s agile intellect and life-tuned, refined aesthetic... - [Falling Back To Butterflies](https://literaryyard.com/2021/01/06/falling-back-to-butterflies/): By Raymond Greiner Three summers past we experienced a horrid drought. Crops failed, ponds dried up and grass was brown creating an apocalyptic scene. The poplar trees took the biggest hit; we lost ten, yet some survived. It was a... - [Poetry And Me](https://literaryyard.com/2021/01/06/poetry-and-me/): By Sheila Henry How can I ever be a poetwhen destiny has not yetknocked at my door!Muses show up daily, tho, asking“What you gonna pen today slacker?”Sounds muffled by cobwebs blocking my mindonly blankness appears on the pageinvisible are my... - [Paint Job](https://literaryyard.com/2021/01/06/paint-job/): By Keith LaFountaine             The tenants in 217 had called Matthew about a mold problem, declaring it to be a “god damn national emergency”. The call had produced an eyeroll, the type his wife didn’t like, but looking at the... - [Garage Sale](https://literaryyard.com/2021/01/06/garage-sale/): By Eliza Mimski                                            “Love comes when you least expect it, Lah. At least that’s been my experience.” Lah and Mr. P sat out in front of his Victorian home in aluminum lawn chairs. She’d helped him set up tables to... - ['Your heroes are my villains' and other poems by Linda Crate](https://literaryyard.com/2021/01/05/your-heroes-are-my-villains-and-other-poems-by-linda-crate/): By: Linda M. Crate your heroes are my villains dressed in black,they think:oh, must be a villain— but most of the heroesin my life wear black you can’t trust thosewho wear whiteno one is innocent anddriven pure as thesnow, and... - [Why](https://literaryyard.com/2021/01/05/why/): By: James Aitchison Why did I write a particular poemon a particular day?What strange convergence of forcessuddenly came into play? Did I catch words as they fell free from God?Were my thoughts plucked from the sky?If so, I am grateful... - [Yellow](https://literaryyard.com/2021/01/05/yellow/): By: Bluford Birdsong Jill shuts down the treadmill after running three eight minute miles, proud of herself and thankful for a couple of hours alone. Still panting, she opens the stainless steel door of the new fridge and grabs a... - [Hopes for 2021](https://literaryyard.com/2021/01/05/hopes-for-2021/): By: Rajiv Khandelwal  The Greek-Roman God Janus                            Pondered all plus and minus                              Plans... - ['Richard Cory's Wake' and other poems by donnarkevic](https://literaryyard.com/2021/01/04/richard-corys-wake-and-other-poems-by-donnarkevic/): By: donnarkevic Richard Cory’s Wake The black stain of the priestplumes across the roomlike factory smokestack fumes,his sleight of handon the dole for Requiem stipendshe spends on Jameson and Harp. Battling summer sweat,non-union cogs fidget in line,watching the clock,hungry for... - [The Photographs](https://literaryyard.com/2021/01/04/the-photographs/): By: Anita Lekic I enter the small jewelry shop in our little town.  There are two or three people ahead of me, hunched over the glass counters, perusing the gold pendants and rings and other assorted jewelry on display.  The... - [The Muse](https://literaryyard.com/2021/01/04/the-muse/): By: Adam Kluger It’s weird. The business of meeting a muse.  The artist known as Dreck didn’t expect much when he started an online correspondence with a mystery woman named Cricket who posted no photographs online. It was intriguing to... - [Abel’s Cats](https://literaryyard.com/2021/01/04/abels-cats/): By: Michal Reiben Nia ushers the reporter into her sitting room. “Please sit down, make yourself comfortable.” “Thank you.” He drags a wicker chair towards the table and perches himself on its edge, places his tape recorder on the glass... - [Atonement Decaf](https://literaryyard.com/2021/01/04/atonement-decaf/): By: Peter Nemenoff He had a nervous demeanor.             Elijah sat in a café, a full latte in front of him. He occasionally picked it up, and blew on it, even after it had cooled down, but would ultimately put... - [Travels with a Barbarian by Lady Elina Greypepper - The dwarven collar](https://literaryyard.com/2021/01/04/travels-with-a-barbarian-by-lady-elina-greypepper-the-dwarven-collar/): By: The Birch Twins “Where did you get that,” asked Skarr, her face a mixture of anger and surprise.” If regular readers will recall, I had just returned, barely with my life intact, from an encounter with a hibernating beast... - [A Chance to Live](https://literaryyard.com/2021/01/04/a-chance-to-live/): By: Padmini Krishnan I felt that something was not quite right as I boarded DSL-231. Vimmi seemed relaxed and her eyes shone with excitement. We were going home to Sheila. I opened my laptop as soon as we settled down.... - [What Liars They Are!](https://literaryyard.com/2021/01/04/what-liars-they-are/): by Frank Kowal      It was 1954, and I was six years old, watching TV by myself on the floor of my living room. In those days the TVs were black-and-white and were housed in large cabinets.      Suddenly a... - ['Fragments of Love' and other Haiku by Dwit David Philip](https://literaryyard.com/2021/01/03/fragments-of-love-and-other-haiku-by-dwit-david-philip/): By: Dwit David Philip  IYour conservative ethosis a way livingyour pretensionIs a volcano camouflagelike a value system. IIAn instinct paraphraselate night sleepuninterpreted eyesopen on a knockrepents the tired sin. IIIHer first blink, grabbed in thebracket of the beautyVanished in an... - [Flying Dreams](https://literaryyard.com/2021/01/03/flying-dreams/): By: L.W. Smolen Heck hit the street on their 30th Wedding Anniversary critical-mass disgusted – and not just with Seattle. He headed out his hotel front door onto Western Avenue, passed-up Eno’s – skipped his breakfast – his wine flip... - [Friday Night](https://literaryyard.com/2021/01/03/friday-night/): By: Bruce Levine Phillip closed the book. He’d been reading for a couple of hours and his eyes were tired. Friday would be a good night, he thought as he rubbed his eyes. He knew he should have been working,... - [for the landlady is not god but her rent is religion anyway](https://literaryyard.com/2021/01/03/for-the-landlady-is-not-god-but-her-rent-is-religion-anyway/): By: Paul Tanner 2 supervisors caught himat the chiller section,shoving packs of bacon into his anorak.they dragged him into the manager’s office … you go backto scanning and packingfor the queue … about ten minutes laterthe guy in the anorakgoes... - [What the Sun Can’t Heal](https://literaryyard.com/2021/01/03/what-the-sun-cant-heal/): By: Joan Gelfand Blood Memory By Gail NewmanMarsh Hawk Press, 2020$15.00ISBN: 978-0-9969911-9-3      The strong and steadfast Los Angeles sun no doubt has restorative powers. Well-being emanates from its bright light, an outdoor lifestyle is perennially uplifting; flowers, fruit and trees... - [Nightmen](https://literaryyard.com/2021/01/03/nightmen/): By Robert Prochaska Bud sat soaking his gout-ridden feet in warm water. The purple flesh that had ballooned to three times its size at his ankle made me flinch. As I turned away from looking at the stumpy mass, he... - [Black](https://literaryyard.com/2021/01/03/black/): By: Mihika Saraf The color Black,Black is an ominous color,It represents the sign of death and sadness,It is the colour of the silence, the language in which the silence utters consequences,In ebony crowded around a casket void of a whisper.Black... - ['The Flood' and other poems by Mahathi](https://literaryyard.com/2021/01/03/the-flood-and-other-poems-by/): By: Mahathi THE FLOOD(In India modern dams are constructed without arranging alternate habitat to the displaced people, who are mostly tribals living on the forest resources. The dams on other hand are causing great environmental danger by razing down forests,... - [Dream of Disillusion](https://literaryyard.com/2021/01/01/dream-of-disillusion/): By Clark Zlotchew Plunged into darknessalleviated by flaming torcheson rough-hewn rock walls,damp walls of a cavern.Flickering flames cast shifting shadowson stone surface in disturbing dance.I plod and I trudge in slow motion. Before me suddenlya narrow tunnel appears.I squat in... - [The Pictures On the Wall](https://literaryyard.com/2021/01/01/the-pictures-on-the-wall/): By: Anuradha Dev Akshay:  Rhea, show me your home.  Rhea: Why? Akshay: I wanna see it. Take a video 📸 and send it to me.  Rhea: What? No. I’m busy.  Akshay: Doing what? Tweeting how pissed you are at the... - [Dr Versteeg](https://literaryyard.com/2021/01/01/dr-versteeg/): By Harrison Abbott I dreamt about Rosa for the first time. I lay in the dark and I think that was when I first realised I had mixed emotions for her. Or new ones, rather, that unsurfaced from my subconscious.... - [The assault of the enemy](https://literaryyard.com/2021/01/01/the-assault-of-the-enemy/): By: Jordan Zuniga Stirring, stirring, the pounding of the drum,Marching, marching, to collect the final sum,Where patience was once a virtue that surely stayed,A king’s messenger declared that death would no longer be delayed,The mustering of arms, the soldiers hosts... - [What happens next?](https://literaryyard.com/2021/01/01/what-happens-next/): By: Liaa Kumar “Oh my god, can you imagine?” she said, her voice full and bright, the words tumbling out in a passionate jumble. She holds her arms up against the night sky, beaming, eyes searching the stars as if... - [Fools Have a Right](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/31/fools-have-a-right/): By C.A. Haines When I vacation, I stay close to the coasts; if I go inland, I limit travel to major cities, ones with a nice mix of colors, like my hometown, Philadelphia. No Dakotas, no farm country, nothing too... - ['We move the wheel' and other poems by Strider Marcus Jones](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/31/we-move-the-wheel-and-other-poems-by-strider-marcus-jones/): By: Strider Marcus Jones WE MOVE THE WHEEL we move the wheelthat turns through each mistake,giving motionto the roles we chimeuntil both trickle out of timelike brittle steelthat rusts and breaksinto lapsed devotion. less, or more,you imagined it was suresharing... - ['Remote Stations' and other poems by Viator](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/31/remote-stations-and-other-poems-by-viator/): By: Viator Remote Stations We are spacefirst of all—the intersticesbetween the polesof what is— so must bemostly of whatis not so primarilythat which isnothing, leaving us a little lightin the lowdownwhere we mightseek solacein the solid bedrock, lyingdown on the... - [Ode to a Coffee Mug from Slater Mill in Pawtucket](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/31/ode-to-a-coffee-mug-from-slater-mill-in-pawtucket/): By: Shai Afsai Several years agoworking as a middle school librarianI took a group of studentson a field trip to Slater Millin Pawtucket, Rhode Island. I purchased a coffee mug at the gift shopand upon our returnpresented iton behalf of... - ['The Bicameral Mind' and other poems by Md. Saber -E- Montaha](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/31/the-bicameral-mind-and-other-poems-by-md-saber-e-montaha/): By: Md. Saber -E- Montaha The Bicameral Mind -Hush, stop that noise-It’s not me-Who’s it then?-It’s me, you, and it’s we-Tell it to stop then-It won’t listen to us-Stop it I say, I’ll kill it otherwise-It’ll only make the noise... - [On Love, my old Ironsmith](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/31/on-love-my-old-ironsmith/): By: Vishakha Sen I am not in Love; Love is in me.I wish to turn into rust now, but it is my old ironsmith.My mother had instilled it in me.From womb to the world, it has chiseled me.I do not... - [Analog Dance](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/30/analog-dance/): By: Kyle Singh What stood beyond the negatives were the damped reflections of my astigmatism.They spread upon the kitchen table between my mouth and a lighted candle.I spoke my piece and described my memories with automated reflexes. Curdled cottage cheese... - [The Man, the Flask, the Visions](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/30/the-man-the-flask-the-visions/): By: Vipul Lunia Flask to the mouth, eyes closed, you take a sip. Despite the small mouth on the flask, you take a big one. It burns you inside. You shake your head and try to close your already closed... - ['Rama's Exile' and other poems by Ajay Kumar Nair](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/30/ramas-exile-and-other-poems-by-ajay-kumar-nair/): By: Ajay Kumar Nair Rama’s Exile maya stands by the banks of sarayu –the flesh on her feet only grains of sandthat waters of time lick & spit anewas she waits to hold again rama’s hand. what thought of his... - [The Essence of Friendship](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/30/the-essence-of-friendship/): By: Don Tassone The tears in my eyes helped me see more clearly.  From the middle of the church, I could make out the white pall draped over the casket, at rest in the center aisle, just before the Communion... - [Memories of Eli Tonn](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/30/memories-of-eli-tonn/): By: Eric Burbridge             “Funeral homes, I hate them.” Doctor Eli Tonn whispered after he delayed a patient’s appointment so he could view the body of his aunt. He yanked open the huge wooden entrance door and walked into the... - [Tears of Patriots from my land](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/30/tears-of-patriots-from-my-land/): By: William Tubman On the outskirt of west africa;where flames of fire are more than hell,stood my land in the middle of nowhere. Citizens are caged with agony in their own land like a police celland the masses are not... - [Why Writing is Important](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/30/why-writing-is-important/): By: Adam Wan Why do we write? Do we wish to escape into another world? Do we wish to release ourselves and our feelings? Do we wish to gain money and fame or status? Or do we wish to win... - [Roshogolla](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/30/roshogolla/): By: Syed Mujtaba Ali Translated by: Md. Saber -E- Montaha, Senior Lecturer, Department of English, Northern University Bangladesh A friend of mine, Jhanduda, frequents Europe and America. He goes abroad so frequently that seeing him anyone might get confused if... - [And time and again](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/30/and-time-and-again/): By: Paweł Markiewicz and over and over my most lovely dreameriesthe marvelous time will prophesize the philosophyalway the Erlking ensorcells my soulonce more the heart longs for gentle remoteness of poesyand time after time the meek Apollonian bliss-like tearsagain I... - [Planet of Love](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/30/planet-of-love/): By Mahala Spillers  Gareth didn’t have a mirror in his room at the boarding house. He had to imagine that his hair was combed to Magda’s liking. He had been at the boarding house for a long time. The landlords... - ['Songs of Yesterday' and other poems by Bruce Mundhenke](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/29/songs-of-yesterday-and-other-poems-by-bruce-mundhenke/): By: Bruce Mundhenke Songs of Yesterday In Nogales we drank tequila,Sang songs we were meant to forget,Wandered the streets all nightTill the roosters crowed,Then crossed the border and slept.In the daytime we showered in truck stops,Slept on Mount Lemon at... - [The night (Poem with archaic-poetical words)](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/29/the-night-poem-with-archaic-poetical-words/): by Markiewicz Paweł If it becomes darkly in methe meek dream comes into being almost neverthe mind sleeps in the Darkthe night unfolds its wingsthe dreameries are dyingthey are jonesing for the lightsI-Apollo am kissing the nighttimeso that a blackness... - [Our Church](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/29/our-church/): By: Ruth Z. Demming The following was broadcast on WDVR-FM, as are all sermons on the Delaware Valley Radio Network. “I ain’t gonna lie to you,” pronounced Pastor Art Washington. “We done lost seven of our parishioners to the coronavirus.... - [The Park Visit](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/29/the-park-visit/): By: Sheila Vaccaro On a quiet, damp morning in Southeast Pennsylvania, a mother and her young son visit a two-block park at the edge of town.  It is a hazy, earthy smelling square.  Through the center of the park, tall... - [Warm Hands, Cold Knuckles](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/29/warm-hands-cold-knuckles/): By: T. R. Bates “My hands are warm,But my knuckles are cold,” Barbara announces.I tell her it’s because there’s no blood in your knuckles.This is an example of our conversation these days.Her world has shrunk and getting smaller.Observations are minutely... - [Fathoming](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/29/fathoming/): By: Alessio Giussani and Sarah Waring “Can I ask you a personal question?” Although I barely know the work colleague sitting opposite me, something about this lunchtime moment on such a slender terrace encourages directness. Sharing viral downtime is still... - ['Scag Ballet' and 'Dirty Dishes'](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/29/scag-ballet-and-dirty-dishes/): By: Shelby Stephenson SCAG BALLET My son covers his face streaking with grunge.He edges the leaning pole with the Scag.The lime and vines fall good and hard with sludgewhen he hits the clean path, a surprise packed into stretches of... - [Meet Shiva](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/29/meet-shiva/): By William T. Hathaway Shiva is the deity of transcendence, the cosmic force that returns all matter and energy, all manifestation and activity, back to its Source. This return is the final stage of an evolutionary process that begins with... - [Without ever knowing how we got there](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/29/without-ever-knowing-how-we-got-there/): By Rowan Wolf This collection of short stories by Gaither Stewart takes readers on a journey of the human drama; those questions that take us into and out of ourselves; those reflections that question time, history, our interactions with them... - [Terror](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/28/terror/): By: Chandra Shekhar Dubey The day I was born terror had struck the city covered with charred smokefoul smell of roasted flesh and forms.Newly wedded couples shrunk in armsnot in ecstasy of joy but fear of terror. Bathing old man... - ['Middle Class Role Model' and other poems by Richard LeDue](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/28/middle-class-role-model-and-other-poems-by-richard-ledue/): By: Richard LeDue Middle Class Role Model Singing in the kitchenalong again.Hands have no choicebut to smell of dirty dishes.Five day old macaronimore stubbornthan I’ll ever be,while a bluetooth speaker(a Christmas gift)betrays my burden,overflowing garbage canproves my privilege,and the plastic... - [She Belonged](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/28/she-belonged/): By: Natasha Rogers Chapter 1 Every mother contains her daughter in herself and every daughter her mother.                                                                                                            Carl Jung             She had just been born but already her veins pulsed with the blood of her history – the blood and... - ['Grade IV Math Homework' and other poems by Francis Fernandes](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/28/grade-iv-math-homework-and-other-poems-by-francis-fernandes/): By: Francis Fernandes Grade IV Math Homework I’m trying to watch the hockey game,but my daughter the Roman numeral girl,impetuous, bold, but still in needof her own fan base, changes X’s, V’sand C’s and matchstick linesinto the more familiar single-digit... - [Are you Angry](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/28/are-you-angry/): By: Hardeep Sabharwal The text is just floating in the phone,“Are you angry!”The phrase, ‘I know what you have felt’.Is more an irony and less an assumption,And the reply, ‘No’But I hate you as much as I love you,Is not... - [Tempo Rubato](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/28/tempo-rubato/): By: John Best Summer nights in Trestavere, Death andTime enjoy an espresso together.Why not? They can’t hurt each other. But thatnight, down one street twisted, now a secondstreet dank, then a third so narrow, in ahouse whose door is dark... - ['Empty' and other poems by J. K. Durick](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/28/empty-and-other-poems-by-j-k-durick/): By: J. K. Durick Empty What happens in a tourist town when there are no tourist left.The restaurants and tour boats are empty or almost,there are a few locals and families to help keep upappearances, but empty is what empty... - [Shouldn’t a gone](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/28/shouldnt-a-gone/): By Robt. Emmett Doris and Bert were standing on my veranda when I awoke. I hadn’t seen either of them in nearly two decades. Why now, I wondered? “Are you going to ask us to sit?” Bert asked.  “Yeah, sure,”... - ['The Most Beautiful Life' and other poems by Linda Imbler](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/27/the-most-beautiful-life-and-other-poems-by-linda-imbler/): By: Linda Imbler The Most Beautiful Life The only thing needed to improve the world: To read and reread the book of love,to remember the most beautiful things we do,and how we do them in the most beautiful way. Our... - ['The Age of Experience' and other poems by Shruti Mishra](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/27/the-age-of-experience-and-other-poems-by-shruti-mishra/): By: Shruti Mishra The Age of Experience I stepped in utter innocenceThere I stumbled with mere arroganceI sighed at my presenceI was unaware of reverence I learned these peculiarities with experienceI gained this knowledge of enhancementWorld has become disillusioned of... - [Locomotion](https://literaryyard.com/2020/12/27/locomotion/): By: Victor Azubike Drag racing- rapid accelerationThe orbit spinsAnd spiralsOn the cartwheels. Effervescence:MassAnd moleculeProportionately in motion. Flashbacks – flashforwardsNimble fingeredEyes on the dashboardEars on the ground for sound- Hapless drunken staggerOn the interstateFated fate on Sunday eveningSurge back and swift... - ['Upon a dying star' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/02/10/upon-a-dying-star-and-other-poems/): By: JLF Maikaho Upon a dying star You stare into the night skyHoping to find your place among the starsYou can’t see themBut you know they’re there Your eyes, fixed into the darknessbeg for light A spark of joy flickers... - [Wherever the Storm](https://literaryyard.com/2022/02/07/wherever-the-storm/): By: Dominic Tramontana. The heat of the desert was a harsh reality for the squad. Cuts and abrasions covered the men’s faces while the sand scraped against them in the sandstorm. Private Gilliard struggled through the loose sand behind his... - ['Preoccupation' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/02/07/preoccupation-and-other-poems/): By: Sukrita Paul Kumar Preoccupation The passageto my mindisdark and long. Lost,I often remainat the world’s endstitching the holes in my memoryliving in the past tenseand cooking thenext meal ### A Borrowed Existence The still-born worldtrembles out of its stillnesswhen... - [Hamlet: An Indian Interpretation](https://literaryyard.com/2022/02/05/hamlet-an-indian-interpretation/): By: Ramlal Agarwal  Why does Hamlet dilly-dally in avenging the murder of his father? His father’s ghost clearly exhorts him to do it. He knows it is his duty and he must do it though he does not like it... - [A Passage to India: Naivety and Reality](https://literaryyard.com/2022/02/05/a-passage-to-india-naivety-and-reality/): By: Ramlal Agarwal In the 1940s and the 1950s there was one novel the students and scholars of English literature in India were taken up with and that was E.M.Forster’s A Passage to India. It was essentially prescribed in all... - [Retired](https://literaryyard.com/2022/02/04/retired/): By: Carl Papa Palmer At the restaurant a cell phone rings. Those around the table jumpas if receiving an electric shock,reach for their pocketslike some saloon gun slingerhollered, Draw! I continue to eat, untethered.I’m retired. - [A Party Line](https://literaryyard.com/2022/02/04/a-party-line/): By: Carl Papa Palmer Not a party line like the wild winding party line of congas dancing one-two-three-kick across-the-floor and out- the-doornor a party line like the Democrat or Republican political party line voting along their party line,but a type... - [The Walk](https://literaryyard.com/2022/02/04/the-walk/): By- Medha Godbole Singh I walk and walkTill my muscles screamMy tendons tear apartI walk and walkTill my thoughtsCompletely consume meMy mind running amuckI walk and walk tillMy breath gives wayAnd everything around me goes numbI walk and walkTill the... - [The Liar](https://literaryyard.com/2022/02/04/the-liar/): By: Ed Nichols My neighbor, Smitty, came over to my house the otherafternoon. We were sitting in the living room talking. Aboutthe world situation and so on. The talk finally got around tothe problems everyone in town were having with... - [Soft Skills: Improve Your Attitude, Behavior, and Personality](https://literaryyard.com/2022/02/03/soft-skills-improve-your-attitude-behavior-and-personality/): By: Professor M.S. Rao “If you have anything really valuable to contribute to the world it will come through the expression of your own personality, that single spark of divinity that sets you off and makes you different from every... - ['The Ballad of Sharon and Mark' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/02/03/the-ballad-of-sharon-and-mark-and-other-poems/): By: Thomas Meagher The Ballad of Sharon and Mark Sharon Murphy hoards pencils and writes invented wordsThen hides them under desks attached to gum and oozing secretionsLike sap from the beech tree outside the school grounds And Mark Flanagan with... - ['First Breath' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/02/03/first-breath-and-other-poems/): By: Roger G. Singer FIRST BREATH it was a placelong past the roadof shredded ribbonsand baskets of tears it was an openingwith a first breathunder a night skywith a suddensliver of moonexposing recklesswingswhere no onejudged saintsor sinners since todaystarts againtomorrow... - [It Came From the Sea of Cortez](https://literaryyard.com/2022/02/03/it-came-from-the-sea-of-cortez/): By: Elaine Lennon He drove until he ran out of road. It had taken almost twenty-four hours. He only stopped for gas. Twice.  Now he was here. The tip of the peninsula was fringed with dried out palms and jacarandas.... - [Haiku](https://literaryyard.com/2022/02/02/haiku-2/): By: Jim Bates Immense starry skySense of celestial onenessCosmic harmony. - [On Calton Hill](https://literaryyard.com/2022/02/02/on-calton-hill/): By: Dennis Vannatta When Rotary International held its annual meeting in Edinburgh, several members of the Rockaway Park chapter attended, all but Jeffrey Ward and Devin O’Day staying in one of the three big hotels virtually taken over for the... - [Not the Asshole](https://literaryyard.com/2022/02/01/not-the-asshole/): By: Linda McMullen             In the final three years of our marriage, John argued exhaustively with the anonymous denizens of AITA Reddit.  “Goodnight, Tommy!” he’d call upstairs to our son, his keyboard clacking without pause.  So, last night – Thursday... - [Turmoil](https://literaryyard.com/2022/02/01/turmoil/): By: James Aitchison You, with all your turmoil, will find peace.No longer will you wander through earthly stages,Suffering, bearing grief,Unaware of the presence of the wheel.Find the balance between strength and weakness,Retain self-honesty, clarity, and love.Walk the path and see... - [Desert Mother](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/31/desert-mother/): By: Sheila Henry I see the destructionFlashing flames on the TV screenIt’s 2003 a time marked in historyA fiery storm rains on a city—BagdadBuildings aflamed that make a fiery graveNo discretion implementingA war based on liesHuman lives sacrificed andYoung men... - ['Who will love the wasp?' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/31/who-will-love-the-wasp-and-other-poems/): By: Shane Dickie Who will love the wasp? Who will love the wasp?Who will love the wasp, I ask?Is it her aggressive nature,The nasty bite she gives?We feel justified, even vindicated inKilling her ; we as humans have license to... - ['Back to the Future' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/30/back-to-the-future-and-other-poems/): By: Stephen Kingsnorth Back to the Future Return to churned, stick in the mud,does it suggests drag, shamed retreat,drawn by a magnet to what’s passed? But is there loss as we’ve been rushed,the compass needle out of true,styled into shape... - [Open House](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/30/open-house/): By: Ranjit Kulkarni At the open house of Vidya Niketan School, all students sat in uncomfortable silence. Most of them were with their mothers. Some of them were with their fathers. They waited for the class teacher to call them.... - [Another Age](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/30/another-age/): By: Anthony Ward The aged man sat aloft in his chair looking towards the fireplace. Flames danced ritually, stretching into the air, before being swiped by the wind that whirred down the chimney. The words his daughter uttered were not... - [Like Gods](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/28/like-gods/): By: Deryn Cressey-Rodgers When we were young, we danced like GodsAnd burned like angels.Original sinners, sinning strongBut frailToo poor to pay the costOf crossing.Feinting, falling, freedom-fightersLiving off scraps from the grail-fires,As the brightest candleMust gutter before the rise of dayWe... - ['The Madhouse of Ogden' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/27/the-madhouse-of-ogden-and-other-poems/): By: Sarvenaz Ghasemi The Madhouse of Ogden A cold and dark December nightLight of moon that is mourning whiteYou won’t feel the sun warmth when it riseWhat’s good of a heart when it just dies?Far deep beneath the waves of... - [For DJDJ](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/26/for-djdj/): By: April Mae M. Berza Love is political. And so is lovemaking.Voting for democracy of desiresseemed illogical but we foughtfor this freedom as you expressedthe purest intentions to me.When we visited the parliamentof passion, you deflowered my soul.You governed my... - [A visit to the doctor](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/26/a-visit-to-the-doctor/): By: Ikera Olandesca hello doc. how are u? i dont want to sound paranoidor attention seeking hehe but my body is feeling superuseless lately. is that normal? is it normal to miss people so hard all your muscles cramp and... - [The Snow Family](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/25/the-snow-family/): By: Bruce Levine The snow had fallen steadily for an hour, already completely coating the lawn behind their house.             The three little girls, Jane (age nine), Ellen (age seven) and Barbara (age five-and-a-half) stood at the long adjacent living... - [Privatizing Nature](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/25/privatizing-nature/): By William T. Hathaway The financial wizards of Wall Street have devised a new way to profit from Mother Nature. They’ve created a class of stocks called Natural Asset Companies that will control the earth’s resources such as water, wildlife,... - [Jesus, son of Mary](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/24/jesus-son-of-mary/): By: Mini Babu He remained with themfor thirty uninterrupted yearswith habitual grandeurof bouts of revelations,at what times,He carpentered an extraordinarilyflawless table,for His mother to unwrap,her wishes for the familyas food,and at other times,He proceeded with thoroughlyhurried stepsto the limitsof peaks,... - [Ashes by Enrico Barigazzi](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/24/ashes-by-enrico-barigazzi/): By: Enrico Barigazzi Stubs The ashtray is filled of smolderingtracesthey’re representing the unrepentantscraps of a vanishing short timelapse images over images are bundled upby the slow hands of the futureminds are emptythe last midnight dreams have flowed outof the illusion... - [Table Fable ](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/24/table-fable/): By: S. A. Gerber Edgar Allan Poe carves the roast—Dorothy Parker stands to toast—Hemmingway begins to boast—Shakespeare sits with ‘Hamlet’s’ ghost. Blake, alas, not using rhyme—Emily Dickinson looks sublime—Virginia and Gertrude in their prime—Dylan Thomas pours more wine. Nathaniel West... - [Childhood Reminiscences of a Wild Child](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/23/childhood-reminiscences-of-a-wild-child/): By: Amrita Valan I was a rather shy reserved kid, a little contrary, little droll, piping up to voice rather eccentric observations. Quiet, but opinionated. And demonstrations of this facet of me were available on various occasions. Like the time... - ['Grief as My Uncle' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/23/grief-as-my-uncle-and-other-poems/): By: Salim Yakubu Akko Grief as My Uncle I’ve learnt how to speak in my motherlandas how a toddler learns how to walkthe language of grief I was taught how to countas how young poets reckon poetry linesthe colours of... - ['Taking wings' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/23/taking-wings-and-other-poems/): By Patricia Saunders Taking wings I am falling in emptiness with no handrail to clutch,I am drawing in breath and plunging down passagewayswith invisible steps that vanish when trod.I am dim with night, and full of light,transparent in darkness and... - [Bed of Nails](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/23/bed-of-nails/): By T. G. Bianco Laying on a bed of nails,I mustn’t move or budge.Every breath I take draws blood.Why am I on a bed of nails?It’s quite simple,I . . .was . . .born.Born with a mind that couldn’t give... - [Without the daughter’s name](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/21/without-the-daughters-name/): By: Rebecca Dempsey The Astrologer’s DaughterThe Traitor’s DaughterThe Baker’s DaughterThe Quilter’s DaughterThe Bonesetter’s DaughterThe Witch’s DaughterThe Botanist’s DaughterThe Poacher’s DaughterThe Calligrapher’s DaughterThe Preacher’s DaughterThe Captain’s DaughterThe Ringmaster’s DaughterThe Clockmaker’s DaughterThe Sin Eater’s DaughterThe Demon Trapper’s DaughterThe Warlord’s DaughterThe Fortune Teller’s... - [Pallid](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/21/pallid/): By: Mayesha Islam Abanti The rays of sun, never so pallid before.I gaze, I gaze at the world outside. Timeless and tormenting.My mother is drying her tears of glum as she boils water in the kitchen.“Dear God, fix my weary... - [Fate Cries Out](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/21/fate-cries-out/): By: Jim Bates Thought disposing thought.Good memories forgotten.Greenhouse gases proliferating.Grey mood developing.Days seemingly numbered.Meaning is lost until tomorrow,When it begins again.Belly button starring into the abyss.Wake up now!Wake up, Fate cries out,Before you’ve lost yourself,This one chance you’ll ever haveTo... - ['Skies Of Westerhope' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/19/skies-of-westerhope-and-other-poems/): By: David Pike Skies Of Westerhope The dream was that the hay bales would take you,To go building skiesBeyond their fields in a black and white photographOf yourself with the lure of that distanceOver thereWhere you were told you could... - ['Teacher' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/19/teacher-and-other-poems/): By: Michael Pollentine Teacher I didn’t steal the fucking cow.Is what I wish I had said.But,I was four years old.I was gentle.I was in shock.Shock, that I was not allowed to state my case,That my friend went and toldIgnoring my... - ['Penny wise, pound foolish' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/19/penny-wise-pound-foolish-and-other-poems/): By: Madhalasa Iyer penny wise, pound foolish A penny somersaults,crash-dives over its head,and lands flat on my palm. Heads: remember.Tails: forget. Lincoln stares at me.Four days and Four years ago.remember.the penny decides my fate,and my palm secures it. ### penny... - ['Last Day' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/18/last-day-and-other-poems/): By: Robert Lesher Last Day1You would talkAnd breathe out.I would breathe in,Let my wordsFall intoMy stomachAs both of usListenedTo the rain outside. On such daysThe cats cuddledOn the crochet rugIn front of the stove,And the recordsOn the turntablePlayedUp the hallFrom... - [Lesley Hazleton’s The First Muslim: The Story of Muhammad](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/18/lesley-hazletons-the-first-muslim-the-story-of-muhammad/): By: Mohammad Jashim Uddin Most Westerners judge the Prophet Muhammad through the prism of Islamic extremism. After all, someone who inspires such rabid fundamentalism must have himself been a wild-eyed zealot. But the truth is, at least as told by... - ['Goldfinch' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/17/goldfinch-and-other-poems/): By: Ray Cicetti Goldfinch On the Audubon trailI saw the goldfinch, dead,his black winged body broken neara thicket of thistle and sparse grass.The olive brown female abovecalled out, to distract me.And I remembered another Julywhen I got the call about... - [Riddles](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/16/riddles/): By: Harvey Huddleston English came easily to Roman, as had the language of every country he’d lived in.  Moving in his youth from one country of the Russian Steppes to the next, he’d picked up the Tajik, Uzbeki and Kazak,... - [Hero](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/16/hero/): By: Roliena Slingerland  “Can you come home for a bit?” Mother’s voice crackles on the other end of the phone. “I can’t.” The quickness of her lie startles even Gretta. Coming home is not the first choice these days. She... - [Finders Keepers](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/16/finders-keepers/): By: Eric Burbridge             Is that an ATM envelope on the curb? Lamar pushed his empty shopping cart quickly towards the Citibank ATM center outside Kroger. The closer he got, the harder his heart pounded. Could he be so lucky?... - [Have you seen my little girl?](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/16/have-you-seen-my-little-girl/): By: Gulshan Ara Honoring all the refugees around the world who are trying to escape man made terror, devastation, and starvation as the families divided & lost; In America, parents of children separated at border in Mexico under Donald Trump... - [Behind the hill](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/16/behind-the-hill/): By: S.A. Red There was a house behind the hillThey say it was hauntedBy human beingsThey were alive unlike the childThe mother of two killedShe didn’t need to hideBecause no one knewWhat happened that nightI didn’t need a body to... - ['Blunt Trauma' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/16/blunt-trauma-and-other-poems/): By: Richard LeDue Blunt Trauma The poems have gonequiet,like breathless swearingthat only exists in your headafter dropping a couch on your toe,but you still clear space in your living roombecause what are Saturday afternoons for?Finding crumbs everyone forgot about,only to... - [D&G’s Rêves of Ancient Hellas at Agrigento](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/16/dgs-reves-of-ancient-hellas-at-agrigento/): By: Sultana Raza Part 1 Was that woman one of the Muses, or a goddess? Would an Amazon who’d indulged in the trivial pursuit of walking the ramp be punished when she got back home? Could one spot the Three... - ['Leave’s End' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/15/leaves-end-and-other-poems/): By: Ian C. Smith Leave’s End Her, crushed to his brass buttons, khaki,a tableau I longed to see again.I stared at him, a stranger to me.Her crushed to his brass buttons, khaki,at our opened door where I could seethrough a... - [Moses Is So Over It](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/15/moses-is-so-over-it/): By: Todd Mercer Listen up, ass-hats. I mean, friends. We’ve been wandering in circles like morons for forty years on what should’ve been a two-week hike, maximum. Life is short and this has been a giant waste of our prime... - ['My heart trapped' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/15/my-heart-trapped-and-other-poems/): By: Annapurna Sharma MY HEART TRAPPED… I mused –my story was no differentfrom the one my grandma croonedin my baby years,about the Mantrik and his hearttrapped in a wee bird,in a cage. When I first saw her –she made me... - [The Real Vaccine](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/15/the-real-vaccine/): By William T. Hathaway Our world now writhes like a wounded worm, helplessto escape its torment, blindto the cause but blaminga bug: “Stop it, stomp it, strangle it!Too late – inside us, breeding into billions of bugs!Kill them, poison them!But... - ['Ten Winter Haiflu' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/12/ten-winter-haiflu-and-other-poems/): By: Jake Cosmos Aller Good-Bye 2021 Good Riddance Reflecting on the last six yearsOne cannot but senseThat momentous thingWere happening everywhere 2021 was worst than 2020And the year before as wellNonstop terrifying events The world seemsTo be spending outOf control... - [The one that got away](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/12/the-one-that-got-away/): By: James Aitchison The poem came in the night,out of the stilly darkness,each word crystalline,each line exact,the whole effect polished,perfect, perfect!,I dare say edible,hovering a millimeterbeyond my consciousness;but with the dawncame the blankness,the poem’s absence palpablein the streaky light. - [Bridge Appleton Buys A Boat](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/11/bridge-appleton-buys-a-boat/): By: James W. White On a sparkling day when the morning fog hung back along the horizon, a conversation interrupted Bridge Appleton’s concentration while he watched a sailboat make its way upwind. The boat danced from one direction to another... - ['Smoke signals' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/11/smoke-signals-and-other-poems/): By: Jack Henry the ‘i’m still here’ days i hear people talking about them good ole days,back in high school,back at the quad or in the gym,at a pep rally before the big game.how those might have been the best... - [The Loom](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/11/the-loom/): By: James Aitchison The world is my loom,The wheel spins,The Voice speaks.You do not have to waituntil death.Only man makes complexities toconfuse the real and the eternal.Heed not the Self,come forward and I,with foreknowledge,will guide you.Know then your allotted tasks,and... - ['Trance' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/10/trance-and-other-poems/): By Prathap Kamath Trance the dog came aroundthe pileat the same hoursniffed it and fell in a trance the pile had been therefrom the beginning the dog wasa later happening i was watching fromthe balconyand to my bourgeoning senseof finding... - ['Inside' and one more poem](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/10/inside-and-one-more-poem/): By: Irena Kovačević INSIDE Sprinkle on me the ashes of the old daysand rub it into the collarbonesof my new insides. Press into the touch moldsthe words of this one that floweda torrent of tidesof your waves. Soak up the... - [Coming Soon](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/10/coming-soon/): By: Robert Walicki         Acre didn’t have much going for it as towns go, but it was as good a place as any for starting over. At least it’s how Dave reasoned being there on the third floor in a... - [A Conversation about God](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/08/a-conversation-about-god/): By: Ian Fletcher There’s something within himThat cannot bear an open mindFor he will always try to fill itWith dogma and talk of GodThe almighty power he saysWe must believe in and obey.When I ask what kind of beingThis God... - ['You Get Me' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/08/you-get-me-and-other-poems/): By: Emily Breen  You Get Me You get meAnd all that I amAnd while that may not seem like much to some or to even youIt’s all I’ve ever asked forYou understand meYou understand me to my coreWhen I’m hysteric... - ['Between the Darkness and the Light' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/07/between-the-darkness-and-the-light-and-other-poems/): by Nancy Machlis Rechtman Between the Darkness and the Light There is a demarcationBetween the light and the darkWhich you might think would be greyBut you’d be wrong. Instead it has neither color nor substanceBut separates the perfidious normalcy of... - [The Reunion](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/07/the-reunion/): By: Bruce Levine The road turned abruptly, taking Sydney in what seemed like the opposite direction from her intended route. She didn’t remember seeing that turn when she’d plotted the trip on the map. And she hadn’t bothered to take... - [Uriel Fox and the Painless Curse](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/07/uriel-fox-and-the-painless-curse/): By: John F Zurn Uriel Fox entered the town of Providence in the late afternoon.  The small community was surrounded by forests with a small river running past the town on its way to the sea.  A worn-out trail led... - [Poems by Sewell](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/07/poems-by-sewell/): By Sewell Hong 1.We’ve tried the bed,the sofa and chairs,and every other corner around the flat,including the wooden floor and the woollen carpet,even the kitchen table and the bathtub,but still fail to find a placewhere the wifi connection is good.... - ['Mussels' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/06/mussels-and-other-poems/): By: David Angelo Mussels Obsidian spear tips.Quenelles of dusk.The inside of every shellcarries a perfect skyfrom a spring day.A parcel of mustard-coloured meatwaits for you to trythe sea’s music. Chewslowly, taste every note.Let your tongueabsorb the lullsand peaks hittinglike the... - [A Night in the Woods](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/06/a-night-in-the-woods/): By: Ann Christine Tabaka Sally was bored, she thumbed her fingers as she sat at her computer desk staring out of the window, watching the newly emerged green leaves dance in the wind. She could not think of anything to... - [Winter’s Soul](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/05/winters-soul/): By: Jim Bates Sunlight glistening on frosted snowIce crystals glimmering and sparkling brightStars floating above in a wintery skyTwinkling with abandon in celestial nightJanuary frozen in winter’s graspWinter’s soulful light burning fierce and fast.Jim Bates 1-13-15 - [The Saddest Pleasure: A Journey of Two Writers](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/05/the-saddest-pleasure-a-journey-of-two-writers/): By Mark D. Walker Moritz Thomsen was an iconic author and figure to his devoted fan base, and before his death in 1991 he had written five extraordinary books. Although we were of different generations and never met, we both... - [Margaret](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/05/margaret/): By: Kabaw I heard the beeping of the B03 and K10 Public Utility Vehicle (PUJ) in the busy street of Noloc.   Brakes were squealing. I missed the chirping of the Siloy and Tukmo in the countryside. Our house before was... - [Poems: 'A fiddle and a bow' n 'New beginnings'](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/04/poems-a-fiddle-and-a-bow-n-new-beginnings/): By: Pramod Rastogi A fiddle and a bow If I were a fiddle held with a buckleYou could hang me on your shoulderAnd bestride with pride your realmWhere none would dare contest you. If I were a fiddle and you... - [Labor To Be Beautiful: Work and Craft in Two Turn-of-the-Millennium Poetry Collections](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/04/labor-to-be-beautiful-work-and-craft-in-two-turn-of-the-millennium-poetry-collections/): By: Robert Levine             In its Ideas section, the May 31, 2009 issue of the Boston Globe published an essay by novelist Alain de Botton entitled “Portrait of the Artist as a Young Data-Entry Supervisor.”  Botton laments that many contemporary... - [Meenu](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/04/meenu/): By: Priya Anand Meenu peers at the unmade bed and the clothes on the floor. The clothes lie in heaps on the bed and the floor. It had taken her over 45 minutes to fold the clothes the ‘Kondo‘ way.... - ['A Dearth of Compos Mentis' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/03/a-dearth-of-compos-mentis-and-other-poems/): By: KJ Hannah Greenberg A Dearth of Compos Mentis Sanity’s too rare among apical players.Such persons prefer smoking lives toAiding their fellows through brambles. What’s more, too many ingles freezeWhen love’s parure get trafficked forTemporary passions, else importance. Today, short... - [Elementary Abecedarian](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/03/elementary-abecedarian/): By: Carl Papa Palmer Abee seedyif gee age eye jakehay elm minnow peacue arrest tea hue feedub all you hexwise sea - ['Unpurpling the sycamore' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/03/unpurpling-the-sycamore-and-other-poems/): By: Emalisa Rose Unpurpling the sycamore There’s two on the higher branch.Perhaps they’re conversing, in waitof the blonde one, to toss out someseeds again. One tips his wing; ready to sail thrucumulus. He lands, he takes off,in repetitive pattern, next... - [Trabor's Transition](https://literaryyard.com/2021/12/31/trabors-transition/): By: Duane L Herrmann Trabor slowly began to wake up. The throbbing in his head was noticed first, then the aches in the rest of his body. Everything hurt! Liquid trickled across his face. He wanted to wipe it off,... - ['Deliverance' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/12/29/deliverance-and-other-poems-2/): By: John Muro Deliverance Wind gusts, strong enough to lift small boats fromThe surface of water, are pelting piers and hasteningThe undoing of long-leaning trees; shredding thickHedgerows in such a way the lower leaves tangleAnd spin like minnows in shallow... - [The Tears of Revolution](https://literaryyard.com/2021/12/26/the-tears-of-revolution/): By: Akshita Chaudhuri Firdaus,tell maa her daughter ran awayfrom home in search of a home.tell my mother I am alright;tell her I have my meals on timeand my heart breaks into morepieces as her sobs reverberatethrough the dungeons of my... - ['Late Autumn Afternoon' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/12/26/late-autumn-afternoon-and-other-poems/): By: George Freek LATE AUTUMN AFTERNOON (After Tu Fu) Those distant cloudswill soon be overhead,bringing rain or snow.The flowers will be dead.Squirrels play mindless games.It’s what suits their brains.Flowers and squirrelsare soon past their prime.But as I drink my wine,I... - [The Drummer](https://literaryyard.com/2021/12/22/the-drummer/): By Stephen Myer             I slammed my fist four times against the door before I heard his body swish around. The Drummer weighed a thousand pounds and had a face like a trout. I pressed my eye against the peep-hole.... - ['Wasp Stings' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/12/21/wasp-stings-and-other-poems/): By: Galen Cunningham Wasp Stings Wasp sting litanies across hairs strongenough to twine earth and hell;wings with wind strong enough to takeroofs off the stone baked houses.Their needling alarm will wakeone’s senses to the burning sun,leaving a thick and red... - [Luck Residue](https://literaryyard.com/2021/12/17/luck-residue/): By: Patrick Sweeney     My excalibur pen, won at Excalibur Casino where everybody wins, is a spade and heart-sprinkled shaft topped with a bell jar containing two bright orange die.  The jar’s discolored with the same gunk (luck residue?) that... - [Last Visit](https://literaryyard.com/2021/12/17/last-visit/): By Patty Somlo             The afternoon following his mother’s arrival, Hamid dragged the faded green chair out and set it in front of the window. Hamid had pulled the same chair over to the window two years before, after returning... - [The Most Unfinished Thing](https://literaryyard.com/2021/12/17/the-most-unfinished-thing/): By: Jade Quinn Luna stood there, dumbstruck by the strangest mirror she had ever seen, a thing that once had belonged to her twin sister Lupa, now dead. She couldn’t sort out how come the mirror, or whatever it was,... - [An Icicle Nonet](https://literaryyard.com/2021/12/17/an-icicle-nonet/): By: Carl “Papa” Palmer Icicles always fat at their topstapering down toward the ground,time frozen in melted dropsfrom eaves around the town.They drip in the day,refreeze at night,melt away,out ofsight - [Flashes](https://literaryyard.com/2021/12/16/flashes/): By: Enrico Barigazzi. The last time i’ve seen you The fall has come bearing down on my shouldersthe forgotten regrets concealed into a casket full of summer sandand your eyes have been twinkling inside my memoriesas stars in a dark... - ['Your true worth' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/12/15/your-true-worth-and-other-poems/): By: Angela Moore Your True Worth When you can’t see your worth.You crave fames decadent reprieve.To melt the emptiness within.Bask in the spotlights warm glow.Though it only illuminates the damage they’ve done.To such a beautiful soul.Who was and will always... - [Memories](https://literaryyard.com/2021/12/14/memories/): By: Chandra Shekhar Dubey Memories sprout like cactusthat I planted in my potsoft,spiky shoots tender as nightremind me of coarse fabrics of your cloththat I dared to touch unmindful of pricksand oozing droplets of blood on my tips.Yellow bulbs of... - [Lost in their Own Heads](https://literaryyard.com/2021/12/14/lost-in-their-own-heads/): By: Harrison Abbott      I woke up and wondered whether I’d ever be a great man. After nearly three decades I was still a boy and it wasn’t looking likely; didn’t look like the world would last another fifty years... - [A Question of Money](https://literaryyard.com/2021/12/14/a-question-of-money/): By Eric Burbridge             “Larry, let me solve your financial difficulties…for five million dollars let me murder you?” Rocmon asked.             Larry Herman laughed, but the seriousness in those dark eyes made his heart sink. How did he know his... - ['A Faith Community gathers, Conwy Hill, Wales' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/12/13/a-faith-community-gathers-conwy-hill-wales-and-other-poems/): By: Stephen Kingsnorth A Faith Community gathers, Conwy Hill, Wales A ruby line, massed silver birch,the purple-plumed ice stalagmites,the russet bracken canvas backed,warm signs, green-bottle conifers,the cold winds ever interrupt. Atop near hill, in silhouette,some branches, high-sky summit stand,an upturned... - [To: Lisa, Re: The Firing](https://literaryyard.com/2021/12/13/to-lisa-re-the-firing/): By: WB Riggs I ski the steeps all day long and arrive at your storeroom in the afternoon for the evening delivery. You step out of your office with a roll of the eyes and a further instruction for our... - ['Mummifying' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/12/11/mummifying-and-other-poems/): By: Stephen Mead Mummifying Orchids will preserve the nectar,lilacs, the ointments of sachets layering wrappingsas I ripen more sweetly that I ever did in life.That was my charade then, a bouquet in the voice,a stamen in each eye, & my... - [Taking](https://literaryyard.com/2021/12/11/taking/):  By William Higgs III A man and woman wait impatiently for the check in a busy cafe. Downtown Chicago, a sunny afternoon, the man taps his shoes on the faux hardwood floors. The woman with him is embarrassed by his... - [A poem can change winter](https://literaryyard.com/2021/12/11/a-poem-can-change-winter/): By: James Aitchison Sleet-bleak days,Nights like black lakes,Storms stoop low,Scraping hilltops.All the world is brittle now,And all the peopleStick figures in the snow.Such is winter:The colourless chillAwaiting the warmth ofWords and love. - [Apple Crispies](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/02/apple-crispies/): By: Duane L. Herrmann     The middle aged man was still glad to be divorced. The shrill screaming of his wife was beginning to fade away, but not the memory. He didn’t miss her except for one thing: the Apple... - ['A Confusion Of Streetlights' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/02/a-confusion-of-streetlights-and-other-poems/): By: Jason Visconti A Confusion Of Streetlights Houdini leaves his trick puzzling at the cross,The merry-go-round of light has found a wheel,A stray wheel jerked through miles tended to or lost,Red and green soldiers who’ve strayed from their field,The players... - [A Queer Couple](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/02/a-queer-couple/): By: Ram Govardhan Nudging six feet, one the most rational eunuchs in Chennai, Rafael, while tucking pleats of his sari below the jewelled navel, was too careful not to hide the punch-line under the elaborate Cupid tattoo—naked winged boy with... - ['Help, I am a human trapped within the body of a human!' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/02/help-i-am-a-human-trapped-within-the-body-of-a-human-and-other-poems/): By: Ethan Goffman Help, I am a human trapped within the body of a human! Is this body my identity?I didn’t choose it. Did it choose me?Without me it lacks agency.Without it, I can never simply be.Yet who’s this “I,”... - [My Journal](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/02/my-journal/): By: Sheila Henry MyInner Lifeblossoms onpages andcreativity spreads openlike buddingflowers on a Spring morn In humility I sharesecrets of myselfmy feelings and emotionsof doubts of fearsof achievements of daresbeing comforted by thestrokes of my pen I bare my soul on... - [Ovid For Covid: Tales Of Metamorphosis](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/02/ovid-for-covid-tales-of-metamorphosis/): By: john e.c. 3. After feeding him his beef or chicken for supper, she’d leave him at the TV and head for the river. It ran slow and deep past the bottom of the garden. Five weeks into her new... - [Some Wounds](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/02/some-wounds/): By: KD Smith Some wounds defy healing,too deep to reachwithout hurting innocent tissue.Some wounds wait, assumed to be healed,boiling in infection, poised to erupt.One sharp jab, an unexpected blow,and poison follows channels,corrupting all it touches,jangling nerves and rattling what was... - ['Older' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/02/older-and-other-poems/): By: Mark Millicent OLDER On reflection it’s getting cold; on reflection,I’m growing oldMy gate and stride, not as robust.I sit longer than I did, not as active as the kidMusing and smiling at the treasures I keepThe things that I... - [Poems: 'Streetlight' and 'Old Snow'](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/02/poems-streetlight-and-old-snow/): By: Christopher Brooks Streetlights My neighborhood at nightis haunted by ghostsof children playing stickball in the streets.When a car approaches,they yell, “car!” But the car cannot see them;they are ghosts—people of no color whatsoever. The car continues to careenmadly through... - [Hitherto Unknown](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/02/hitherto-unknown/): By: Bruce Levine Hitherto unknown. Jodi wrote down the words and wondered why. What was she thinking about that caused her to contemplate the idea? Yes, it was part of a dream, but she couldn’t remember the dream either. Had... - [Inner Dark Room](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/02/inner-dark-room/): By: Charles Gibson Darkness resides in the individuals,which sit in a small dark room.Their souls are vexed with impurities.Evil men who have no good dwellingin them. Their thoughts are those ofoverseers who seek to oppresstheir own inhabitants. Void of amicrometer... - [The Neglected Wife](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/02/the-neglected-wife/): By K. A. Williams Barry was a workaholic and the manager of an appliance store. His new assistant manager was named Jake. People liked Jake. Barry and Anne, his wife, had even invited Jake and his wife Doris for dinner... - [Class Struggle in 'The Boatman of The Padma River'](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/02/class-struggle-in-the-boatman-of-the-padma-river/): By: Mohammad Jashim Uddin Literature is the reflection of social picture and human life. It highlights the socio-economic condition, religious belief and its impact on human being, changes of the world, ecology and environmental issues, dark-sides of the capitalism, political... - [Put on your red dress](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/02/put-on-your-red-dress/): By: Alan Berger I made a promise to myself that the only voice I was going to listen to would be my own. Except, my wife’s. I like that voice of hers. Right now, she is most likely having lunch... - [Hey you, it's been a long while](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/02/hey-you-its-been-a-long-while/): By: H.L Dowless Hey you,hey!,it’s been quite awhile.Hey you,hey,it’s been a long country mile.Hey you,hey,I still like your style,your midnight black hairand your glittering red smile. I glanced into our high school annualjust the other day,you were such a glowing,... - [Poems: 'My Rambunctious Garden' and 'Late at night'](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/01/poems-my-rambunctious-garden-and-late-at-night/): By: Priya Anand My Rambunctious Garden My rambunctious garden, a name I unabashedly borrowfrom a book in my daughter’s burgeoning libraryIs filled with a melange of plants thrown together in a frenzySpindly curry leaf rubs shoulderswith an elegant Parijat who... - ['Anticipation' and other works](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/01/anticipation-and-other-works/): By: Carl Papa Palmer Anticipation She watches the officer’s precise approach in her rear view mirror, grips the steering wheel tightly keeping both hands in plain sight at ten and two. Not the first time in this situation, she recalls... - ['trespass' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/01/trespass-and-other-poems/): By: Sam Barbee / trespass / lamp post beside my happy gate / its hinge-pin creaks /holly bush’s red berries / lush lawn, swept sidewalk. oak tree silhouette blackens neighbor’s yard /a bough-stamp of roots / like fingers’ dark-gnarl. leafless... - [Olman and Missus R](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/01/olman-and-missus-r/): By Jim Woessner We only ever saw the Rausches in the summer. They were an elderly couple that lived in Jeff City and only came to the river on weekends. Their place wasn’t far from ours, just downriver a hundred... - ['Early' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/01/early-and-other-poems/): By: J.K. Durick Early This early the streetlightsbegin losing their battlewith darkness are slowly replaced by the sunby morningits beauty silent, bare something whispers “fiat lux”and then thereis This early we get to seeday begin this waythe sky wins colors... - ['The Way Poets Go On About Birds' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/01/the-way-poets-go-on-about-birds-and-other-poems/): By: Lisa Creech Bledsoe The Way Poets Go On About Birds (My Secret Poem Name is Swan) True, we do go on, having had our organic yogurtwith bran on the porch as the sun rises. Jesushow could we not, after... - ['If that museum is ever' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/31/f-that-museum-is-ever-and-other-poems/): By: Ricky Garni F THAT MUSEUM IS EVER hit by a tornado,Alexander Hamilton’s hairwill land on Harry Houdini’sOuija Board What’s left of the world’s smallest mermaidwill settle upon Bigfoot’s foot. ### ARCHIVES this man filmed his wife as a child.and... - [Penthelm](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/31/penthelm-2/): By Edward Wells The river comes at Penthelm, in its depression, from the southeast. Before reaching the town, the river curves to the northeast around the natural levy of the ridge. It circles the town, back toward the southeast, slowly... - [Widower](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/31/widower/): By: Sam Paget You win some; you lose some, as I always say. My father always said it, and now so do I. I’ve said it to my old pal Paul quite a few times. Our wives were friends from... - [Lillian and the Shack](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/30/lillian-and-the-shack/): By: Janet Brown                 When I was a young girl, there was a little, old, brown house that was situated down from where I lived.  This house, which was really a shack, would actually serve as a home for many... - ['A Pilgrim’s Progress' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/30/a-pilgrims-progress-and-other-poems/): By: Michael Foldes A Pilgrim’s Progress A fish can only feed so many flies.So the earth makes a lowly home for the worm.How complete the visitor who sharesexperience with the stranger.We meditate in crowded rooms as easilyas on the Holy... - [Two Phone Calls](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/30/two-phone-calls/): By: Harvey Huddleston He’d just hung up with his mom from their facetime call.  It had been a good one.  She’d said a few times that she couldn’t hear him so he’d spoken louder, a little worried that he might... - [Screwdriver Mathematics](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/30/screwdriver-mathematics/): By: Carl Papa Palmer  Lying up under the caron the floor of my garageI see his little feet arrive,the shadow of his headbending down to ask,“Whattaya want, Dad?” “Hand me that number two Phillipson the workbench over there, son.” I... - [William Hogarth](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/30/william-hogarth/): By: Alan Ford A moral satirist.Pimps and politicians meetromantics and radicalswith no class distinction. A Rake’s Progresswith bloodline infectedby patriarchal contagiontravel sick in embryo. A Harlot’s Progressportrays seductress as victimsafe-guarding hypocrisyfor respectable women. Marriage A- La- Modesees mercenary couplingswho are... - ['Morning Frost' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/28/morning-frost-and-other-poems/): By: Christian Garduno Morning Frost I’m listening to your cassette and I’m wearing your t-shirtguess you could say I’m in your moodit’s a sure thingyou know I’d love toyes, yes, yessummer calls and the wind tastes like wineletters are sent,... - [The Love Goddess: An Elegy](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/28/the-love-goddess-an-elegy/): By: Stephen Faulkner             The man stood silently at the podium, looking over the massively gathered congregation of solemn, sodden gray faces before him. He coughed twice to clear his throat and then, in a commanding voice, spoke. ***            ... - [The Tale of an Overweight Rebel](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/28/the-tale-of-an-overweight-rebel/): By: David Whippman Ask a random section of the reading public to name a novel by George Orwell, and the overwhelming response will be either Animal Farm or 1984.  My personal favourite, though, is the lesser-known Coming Up for Air.... - [Dust to Dust](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/28/dust-to-dust/): By: A. Elizabeth Herting The sheet snaps crisply in the wind, perfectly white, a blank canvas hanging on a line. A woman, neither young nor particularly old, bends over a large, wicker basket. Her hands are large and red, prematurely... - [A Private War](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/28/a-private-war/): By: Kathleen Williams Renk In 1975, sixteen-year-old Pham Quan bowed to his parents and ancestors and left his family’s home in Vietnam with his sister.  They escaped the fall of Saigon and traveled to America, while hiding under a tarp... - [The origin of dust](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/28/the-origin-of-dust/): By: Karoline Wimmer Dust settles on matterspartly unseen,Dust settles on distancenot the dream,Dust settles on worldslong discovered,Dust settles on seas,yet to be uncovered. Curious it is,and curious it may seem,to dust as it floatsaway from the dream,to rest on a... - ['Apulian Trulli' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/28/apulian-trulli-and-other-poems/): By: Christian Ward Apulian Trulli Dovetailed roofs shapedlike witch hats dominatethe Apulian landscape,their whitewashed exteriorsborrowed from idyllic tourist filmsespousing la dolce vita. Having been constantly built,taken down and rebuilt to avoidthe taxman, their walls brightenat the sight of tourists who... - [Hysteria, Foucault, and Feminism: Resistance in Psychiatric Power and Phallogocentric Discourse](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/28/hysteria-foucault-and-feminism-resistance-in-psychiatric-power-and-phallogocentric-discourse/): By: Ilgin Yildiz Hysteria as a disease has over 4000 years of history. Freud invented psychoanalysis on the basis of his work with female hysterics like ‘Dora’ (Ida Bauer). In 1952, with the elimination of the word ‘hysteria’ as a... - [Hello, you](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/28/hello-you/): By: Philip Charter It was all about the minor details. Move things around too much and she’d notice. As well as having elephant-like ankles, she had a memory like one too. I nudged things an inch to the left one... - [Silent Love](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/28/silent-love/): By: Mohammad Jashim Uddin How long have we knocked each other?Historians like Herodotus, Thucydides, and Ibn RustahCannot complete writing the history of our love,They might have failed since it’s longer than that of history you guessed. Waters are enough to... - ['Bureau of yokels' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/28/bureau-of-yokels-and-other-poems/): By: Stefan Splawinski Bureau of yokels subjected to much ridiculeperennial objects of fungivers of the worlds breadjust as essential as the sun so beware of good shepherdswho herd man not the beastthose who promise abundanceyet never provide the feast the... - [The Father and the Son](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/28/the-father-and-the-son/): By Arron Thomas Chris sat feeling his bald head. He ran his hand across the naked scalp, as he remembered better days.  He stared blankly into the mirror. Lost in his own gaze. A loud call from downstairs was not... - [The Frantic Man](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/28/the-frantic-man/): By Ashley Summerfield ‘Jack Fontaine?’ The man leapt from his chair, and scurried across the empty waiting room in record time. Following the Doctor into the room he looked around. The room was small and relatively bare, save for a large... - ['Epilogue' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/27/epilogue-and-other-poems/): By: Richard Puglisi Epilogue What is it?You wantThat you’re content with to haveThen when it goesYou find something elseThen when that goesYou look for it againBut one day your search comes to an endAnd there is nothing else leftWhich way... - [Uncle Tommy](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/27/uncle-tommy/): By Ruth Z. Deming There were boyfriends and there were boyfriends and then there was You! We met at a dance in a Germantown, PA church. A plaque out front read, “Built with brownstones, in 1895.” Was it ever crowded!... - [Comeuppance](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/27/comeuppance/): By: Michal Reiben David’s sister Dana is pacing back and forth over his terracotta tiled kitchen floor, her face rigid with tension, “Do you remember our cousin Arie?” she finally blurts out. “Sort of, what about him?” “He got in... - ['I Should’ve Learned the Breaststroke' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/27/i-shouldve-learned-the-breaststroke-and-other-poems/): By: Georgia Sutherland I Should’ve Learned the Breaststroke If life is a pool, I’ve plunged to myDeath, watching Time watching mewatching Time as my arms flailabove ripples, my cries drownin laughter, some gleefully floatabove bold white clouds, the sun blushesstaring... - ['Is There Anything Colder Than Polite?' and one more poem](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/27/is-there-anything-colder-than-polite-and-one-more-poem/): By: Angela Moore Is There Anything Colder Than Polite? Thinking of…All those cold numb smiles.Time that rewinds and festers.…Chased with pleasant plastic speeches….Unpolished truths that somehow remain unsaid,muted by talks of sun and rain.Thinking of…All those polite gestures. ### A... - ['Doing What He Loved' and other poems by Dan Holt](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/27/doing-what-he-loved-and-other-poems-by-dan-holt/): By: Dan Holt Doing What He Loved He alwayssat on the porchsmokingfilterless cigarettesall the way downuntil they burned his fingers He wouldtoss them in the yardand light another One daythe dry grasscaught fire He just sat therein his shortsand undershirtsmokingand... - [The Shakespearean sonnet about my dog](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/27/the-shakespearean-sonnet-about-my-dog/): By: Paweł Markiewicz You hound are a starry night over fog,fallen in love with the Epiphany.The moon may be mine! Told the moony dog.With you tender garden – is so dreamy. Bewitchment of stars, your ability.Your hunting is dearer observation.A... - [A Murder of Crows](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/27/a-murder-of-crows/): By: Ken Kapp Once upon a time, pre-COVID-19 time, there was a clever fox, a vain crow, and a piece of cheese. And if you’re thinking that was a long time ago, you’d be correct. In fact, in those days... - [Spilt Milk](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/27/spilt-milk/): By: Stella Chidinma Nnaji I should not havebut it is tiring, that day.The sun still shines just so,the sky’s still bluenothing wants to changeeveryone wants to tell meof that day I don’t like.Nothing will changeso I will change.I have put... - [Pain](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/27/pain/): By: Mohammad Jashim Uddin Pain, pain, and painhe can still remember everythingand it still kills him every timeas is waiting for her with a heart of pain. he can still remember everythinghow she treats himhow he feels about herbut don’t... - [Factor](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/26/factor/): By: Alex Andy Phuong Mathematic computationOrganized organizationWillingly decidingThe next right choiceGiving oneselfAs well as othersA voiceTo enhanceAnd enchantBy making decisionsAs well as revisionsTo ensure that whatMust be saidIs factored inAnd has been taken intoConsideration - [What Comes Next: The World After Postmodernism](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/26/what-comes-next-the-world-after-postmodernism/): By: Adam Wan Postmodernism—a cultural, philosophical, artistic, literary, and architectural movement that emerged in the latter half of the twentieth century, and twenty or so years into the twenty-first century, the movement has laid down the very foundation of contemporary... - [2021 Dawns 21 Haiku](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/25/2021-dawns-21-haiku/): By: Jake Cosmos Aller Index 2021 Dawns 21 HaikuDear Republicans, What Is Wrong with You?The Revolution Next TimeZombie Ideas Do Not DieThere Is A Great Sense of Unrest ###  Dawns 21 Haiku 2021DawnsPolitics are still uncertain.thousands still are dying. 2021DawnsThe... - ['Back Alley' and other poems by Roger G. Singer](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/25/back-alley-and-other-poems-by-roger-g-singer/): By: Dr. Roger G. Singer BACK ALLEY a single lineof open space,a passagebetween agingbrick wallsshadowed withmoments of sun,where liesand promisespause randomly,standing unsteadyin conversation,whispering likethieves,discussing secretsuntil choosingseparate pathsto unknowns ### CLEARLY he sits,sipping his teaon a porchbefore meadowsand mountainsfamiliar to hisvoice... - [Unwitting Encounters with the Creature](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/25/unwitting-encounters-with-the-creature/): By: Sultana Raza Forced to shelter indoors in 1818, the year without a summer, Mary Shelley brought one of the most famous monster to life at the Villa Diodati in Geneva. Little would she know that the spring and autumn... - [A Monster Marriage](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/25/a-monster-marriage/): By Abraham Ajani Fear and hate are the only feelings Akam has for his dead father while he watches his bride’s father walk her down the aisle. Fear because his father always appears in his dreams like he always threatened.... - [Snuff Films Are Not Real](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/25/snuff-films-are-not-real/): By: Shahbaz Khayambashi It was no different from any other day. She woke up once again, having no idea that, today, her life would end. *** Valerie awoke to a new day with the sound of her ringing cell phone.... - [The dreamery inshore](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/24/the-dreamery-inshore/): By: Paweł Markiewicz A dreamed ship has gone agroundat the most marvelous and dreamiest afterglow.The mast adverts to orientation ofa tender Morning star.Seafarers died at midnightfeeling the sea-like fantasy.The wind wrenched a canvas,such a Golden Fleece,to the piratical islands.The sea... - [The Eclipse](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/24/the-eclipse/): 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... - [Hydrogen](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/23/hydrogen/): 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... - [Little Things](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/22/little-things/): 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... - [My Thoughts on an Obituary](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/22/poems-a-little-bird-and-my-thoughts-on-an-obituary/): 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... - [What Next?](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/21/what-next/): 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... - [In The Paradise](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/21/in-the-paradise/): 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... - [Fade to Grey](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/19/fade-to-grey/): 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... - [Meshugas](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/19/meshugas/): 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... - [An L.A. Tale](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/19/an-l-a-tale/): 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.... - [Black Op Blog](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/19/black-op-blog/): 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.... - ['Jan - the anniversary of his death' and other poems by Stephen Kingsnorth](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/17/jan-the-anniversary-of-his-death-and-other-poems-by-stephen-kingsnorth/): By: Stephen Kingsnorth Jan – the anniversary of his death I doubt you’ve ever heard of him,mere footnote, nation’s history,a martyr, cold war, distant past,in black and white, even the flame,but I was adolescent then. Jan Palach, student, name burned... - ['The Search' and other poems by K.V. Raghupathi](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/17/the-search-and-other-poems-by-k-v-raghupathi/): By: Dr K. V. Raghupathi The Search Scratching and scraping the ashesto find his father’s on the banks of Gangaas the silken evening light stretches over the gentle flow.Tireless in mid-summer“What are you looking for?”“For the ashes of my father.”“Sixteen... - [Scream](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/17/scream/): By: Benedict Ofora Okonkwo I felt bad within any time I see itThe hatred it create was a force that shook meHe should die a painful deathThe very thing I’m trying to run away from caught me between my legsHe... - [The ‘World Unseen’](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/17/the-world-unseen/): By: Raj Ratanmala I got awaken by the mellifluous twitter,of a bunch of nightingales;Perceived myself in a peculiar world ,Trees with golden leaves , rivers of pearls,That amiable silence unheard ,Like the sleeping Matterhorn left undisturbed. “Where am I?” ,... - [Stop and Think](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/16/stop-and-think/): By: Dee Z. Black like a smooth rock in the sunYellow like a goldfinch and wriggling side to side right in front of the man’s footstepThe skinny snake side-winded across the stone and into a hole, a garden drain pipeThe... - [Ships that Pass in the Night](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/16/ships-that-pass-in-the-night/): By Barbara Dolan             “Do ships that pass in the night eat together?”             Walking down to the dorm cafeteria, Bethany heard someone say something, but assuming they weren’t talking to her, she just kept walking and entered the cafeteria.... - [Penthelm](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/08/penthelm/): By: Edward Wells             The river comes at Penthelm, in its depression, from the southeast. Before reaching the town, the river curves to the northeast around the natural levy of the ridge. It circles the town, back toward the southeast,... - ['When Death Came Knocking' and other poems by Arundhathi Anil](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/08/when-death-came-knocking-and-other-poems-by-arundhathi-anil/): By: Arundhathi Anil When Death Came Knocking When Death came knocking at my front door,I put on a cloak,Stepped out and cast a final glance back,For I intended to go. Through his lanky armsI laced my handsLike a belle and... - [The Great Romance of Shiva and Shakti](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/08/the-great-romance-of-shiva-and-shakti/): A cosmic love story celebrated on Mahashivratri (March 11) By William T. Hathaway Long ago in Brahma-loka, the abode of the Gods, Lord Shiva was passionately in love with Mahashakti and determined to marry her. But one big problem prevented... - [I weep](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/05/i-weep/): By Nancy Machlis Rechtman I weep for our countryAnd the promise ofWho we could beAnd should beShredded by craven acts of violenceAnd hatred. We get so close sometimesThere is still so much goodStruggling to overcomeThe purposeful divisionsThat keep us from... - [Tags](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/04/tags/): By: Sterling Warner Leo seemed destined to become a body modification master. His peculiar interest in appearance started when he noticed his mother developing skin tags. “Hey mom,” Leo announced one afternoon. “After a bit of research, I bought some... - [Beguiling Smiles](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/04/beguiling-smiles/): By: Shrey Verma A boy of twelve or thirteenMeanders the boisterous streets,Covered by a dirty and ripped shirtWhich leaves his body exposed to the worldLike his childhood to wretchedness.During the day,He blends surreptitiously into the crowdTo find pockets to pickAnd... - ['Blue nostalgia' and other poems by Lazarus](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/04/blue-nostalgia-and-other-poems-by-lazarus/): By: Lazarus Blue nostalgia In blue nostalgia—I am sinking,and I am nowhere to be found,I’ve descended in her deepnessand I keep on going down. darkness engulfs meas waters become colder,my lungs collapseunder my shoulders. but in obscurity there is groundpiercing... - ['The Great Schism' and other poems by Stephan Tashoff](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/03/the-great-schism-and-other-poems-by-stephan-tashoff/): By: Stephan Tashoff The Great Schism My bright side is in the morning light.When noon tolls,darkness encroaches the bordersof my soul.There is a March on the cornerof my greatness.Yet the smile from a flower’s stemcan send me weightless.There is a... - [Sticky Situation](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/03/sticky-situation/): By: Carl Papa Palmer In my sister-in-law’s bathroom, sometime after midnight, unable to locate her light switch, I leave the door open for some visibility from a night lamp in the hall. Washing my hands and wishing I had my... - [It’s Never Too Late for a First Snow](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/03/its-never-too-late-for-a-first-snow/): By: Charis Negley “Kit, come here, quick! Look!”             Kit rushed to the window to find his girlfriend with her hands plastered to the glass like a little child.             He removed her hands from the window, holding them in... - ['Letter to my hater' and other poems by Umar YB](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/03/letter-to-my-hater-and-other-poems-by-umar-yb/): By: Umar YB LETTER TO MY HATER Take these words in a wayThat’s okay to youThey carry the truthI wish you knew:All waters and the winds,The constelletions afar,Greens, marines, mammals,And birds of all featherAnd I, love one another. My dear... - [Like Flying](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/03/like-flying/): By: Alan Berger A mean drunk some of the timeA body and mind of loveliness most of the timeHer love will never be mine We all have our addictionsAll are sublimeSome we kickMost we can’t lickWhich is fineShe is mine... - ['Staying indoors' and other poems by Adam Lee](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/03/staying-indoors-and-other-poems-by-adam-lee/): By: Adam Lee Staying indoors How are we meant toescape from thoughtwhen all the activated portalshave shrunk and closedup like the ragged headsof flowers in a summer drought? We are like that wandering ghostwho struggles to re-enterthe locked, richly furnishedmansion... - ['Being lonely' and other poems by Ezewuzie Nkiruka](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/02/being-lonely-and-other-poems-by-ezewuzie-nkiruka/): By: Ezewuzie Nkiruka Being lonely Many are scared of the dark,some are scared of wild animals,some are scared of death,others are scared of insects and strange creaturesbut nothing scares me more than the thought of being lonely.Having no one by... - ['Virus in the Air, Spasms in my Back' and other poems by Michael Lee Johnson](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/02/virus-in-the-air-spasms-in-my-back-and-other-poems-by-michael-lee-johnson/): By Michael Lee Johnson Virus in the Air, Spasms in my Back There’s a virus in the air, but I can’t see it.People are dying around me, but I can’t save them.There are spikes pierced in my back,spasms, but I... - [Gulls of Gowanus](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/01/gulls-of-gowanus/): By: Emalisa Rose I go for the wounded firstoffering a bag fill of what’sleft in the fridge; some daysi bring macaroni Roy says most likely his clawgot cut off in a fight; you cansee he’s the bull in the bunch.I... - [The Switch](https://literaryyard.com/2021/03/01/the-switch/): By Alfred L. Horowitz Howard felt exhilarated, for he had just finished a successful morning business meeting in Tryon, North Carolina. He and his wife lived in California, but had only moved there one year ago from Asheville, North Carolina,... - [Never Talk To Strangers](https://literaryyard.com/2021/02/28/never-talk-to-strangers/): By K. A. Williams The young woman dressed in a tee shirt and blue jeans was talking with an elderly man outside the grocery store as I walked toward it through the parking lot. After the man went inside the... - [Little Credence](https://literaryyard.com/2021/02/28/little-credence/): By Harrison Abbott 24th Nov 2020 I used to think it was the birds that woke me up. But now I’m sure that I wake up for them. I used to hate being so near the window. Now it’s the... - [The Push](https://literaryyard.com/2021/02/28/the-push/): By: Alison Goeller She wasn’t sure why she had deliberately banged her head against the door jamb that night. Or why she had asked his permission beforehand. She guessed it was her way of diffusing the frustration she felt at... - [Playdate](https://literaryyard.com/2021/02/28/playdate/): By Kajetan Kwiatkowski Tricia leashed the gentle giant, combed the fur around his collar, and gave him a prolonged, bombastic kiss. She fought the instinct to sling on the delivery vest hanging from her back door, there was always extra... - [St. John's Mission](https://literaryyard.com/2021/02/28/st-johns-mission/): By: Janet Brown                 I was standing by the entrance to the dining area of St. John’s Mission when an old disheveled guy came waltzing in slowly, with a “far away” look in his eyes, trance-like, smelling like old sweat... - [Morder](https://literaryyard.com/2021/02/28/morder/): By John Blair She’s gone and it’s all my fault. Loneliness is just a word, but it sure can choke you. A few steps out of the door and my sore eyes are treated to the neighbors’ well tended lawns.... - ['Tequila' and other poems by Christopher Brooks](https://literaryyard.com/2021/02/28/tequila-and-other-poems-by-christopher-brooks/): By: Christopher Brooks Tequila I like a glass tequilawhen I sit to writea poemat night. The quiet in my roomis a delight,quitestill. The glass is thinits rim is finethe taste is sharp— piquant. ### Physics I tripped. And suddenly I... - [The strand](https://literaryyard.com/2022/06/29/the-strand/): By: James Aitchison There is a patternto which all life adheres.Earthly binds define us, incorrectly,for destiny wills otherwise.Your life is a strand on my loom.Embedded in your pure and sinner selfare qualities and meritsinherited from past existences.Set free the beauty... - ['Tattered Diary' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/06/29/tattered-diary-and-other-poems/): By: Mahathi TATTERED DIARYA knot after a knot, one more and more!Before he felt the ease of looseningumbilical cord, he saw through opened doora waiting world of tangled mortal strings. He simpered at the lady suckling milkand beamed a knowing... - [The River-ness](https://literaryyard.com/2022/06/21/the-river-ness/): By: Kelvin J. Shachile I To proceed towards the west, the escarpments looking like the end where the sky meets the earth. The silence of a world you’d guess Jesus visits everyday but sinners still roam around free like prisons... - [Thinking to Return](https://literaryyard.com/2022/06/21/thinking-to-return/): By: Rakibul HassanTranslated by: Mohammad Jashim Uddin Thinking to return—My Western windIntoxicated kissWildly uncontrollable youthWill return with everythingMy sunshine hasn’t become mineSeeing frightened of my hellish fireAngel of paradise returns to ParadiseMy extreme formidable reddish extended hood of surgesUrban-lady is... - [Dreamer of Utopias](https://literaryyard.com/2022/06/17/dreamer-of-utopias/): By: Tom Ball No one thought much about Tom in his youth. He was an ordinary boy. But when he grew up, he changed into a man who had ideas for the future. For example, he said, “Women should rule... - [The Cherry Now](https://literaryyard.com/2022/06/17/the-cherry-now/): By Anna Cates Ignatius Yeats had just settled down for afternoon tea when a knock sounded at the door.  He jumped as if a ghost had spooked him.  That someone would occasion upon him was frightening.  Nobody ever visited him. ... - ['Don’t Think' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/06/17/dont-think-and-other-poems/): By: Jon Carter don’t think how long mustthe soul remainunfed- the leafless treesare pale yellow miragesof themselvesof the springstoic atop frosted hills… …but on the bus when I close myeyes I make themgo away-power? no, only perception. opening my eyes... - [Unstable Skies](https://literaryyard.com/2022/06/17/unstable-skies/): By: Michelle Faulkner This is not a quaint case of the bluesNo handkerchief for a dainty cheekI want to howl, I want to shriekI want to tear the world in two As you safely standIn your well-dressed landHanding out ornate... - ['Beautiful Trees' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/06/17/beautiful-trees-and-other-poems/): By: Louis Efron Beautiful Trees Petrified roots cemented deepIn the rigid jaws of Earth Arms struggling against another stormFruit and leaves dead yet unfallen Thrust to crackCrack to break Limb to limb, serpentine rainFills the spaces between Two imposing figures... - [The marvel of the freedom: In patches](https://literaryyard.com/2022/06/17/the-marvel-of-the-freedom-in-patches/): By: Pawel Markiewicz The vault opens itself at dawn.The calyx of an Arctic alpine forget-me-not reopensfor an enchanting glory of the sunshiny dreams,because of the eternally august poem,that reads lenient and benignant. Throughout the day:there is up there a paradisiacal... - [Report from Germany: Refugees Welcome – Sometimes](https://literaryyard.com/2022/06/14/report-from-germany-refugees-welcome-sometimes/): By William T. Hathaway Posted on streetlamps all over Germany are stickers showing fleeing silhouettes with the caption, “Refugees welcome – bring your families”. Some have been blacked out with felt markers or ripped partially away. The Germans have mixed... - ['On hold' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/06/14/on-hold-and-other-poems/): By: J.K. Durick On Hold It’s another worldYou dial intoIt rings twice andYou’re thereA voice greets you andTells you thatYour call is importantTo themAnd to stay on the lineAndYour call will be answeredIn the order it was receivedThen the music... - [The Vacation](https://literaryyard.com/2022/06/14/the-vacation/): By: Bruce Levine Friday seemed like it would never come. If the time was distance and it was measured in lightyears it would still be incalculable. For Wendi Blake time had definitely stood still. The reality was that it was... - [Is lasting peace possible?](https://literaryyard.com/2022/06/14/is-lasting-peace-possible/): By William T. Hathaway The wise men of the establishment are again telling us that hopes for lasting peace are a delusion. They declare that human nature makes it impossible, that war is built into our genes. They point to... - [The relevance of non-alignment re-emerges for India?](https://literaryyard.com/2022/06/07/the-relevance-of-non-alignment-re-emerges-for-india/): While the international system today may look vastly different from what it used to be back in the Cold War era, it is no different in India’s case except for one thing. Back then India was a third world developing... - ['Along Muddy Banks' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/05/12/along-muddy-banks-and-other-poems/): By: Jim Brosnan Along Muddy Banks On a gray morningin the early hoursafter first light, I follow a mile longwooden boardwalk,binoculars in hand, sight a pair of whiteegrets and an ibisamidst thick reeds. In an estuary sixhundred yards awaya teal-headed... - [Dressed for Tea](https://literaryyard.com/2022/05/11/dressed-for-tea/): By: Carl Papa Palmer He wears the blue blazer every dayfor breakfast, lunch and dinnersince the lovely lady in room 18invited him to her table during teasaying how dapper he would lookin a sport jacket matching his eyes. Her eyes... - [The Major](https://literaryyard.com/2022/05/11/the-major/): By Stephen Tillman        Major Brett Stempin needed his cane as he painfully ascended the steps to his front porch. He’d been wounded near the end of his twelve-month deployment and spent several weeks in a hospital. The army doctors... - ['Wordless' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/05/11/wordless-and-other-poems/): By: Richard LeDue Wordless A grey sky says it allwithout a single word,even if it leaves mesearching for a wayto express sadness that isn’t heavyas lead, while his cancer diagnosissinks in- my mind listening to the silencethat sounds a lot... - ['Why Fear the Future?' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/05/11/why-fear-the-future-and-other-poems/): By: Pramod Rastogi Why Fear the Future? Not even a nanosecond to lose has Time,It has been on its trot since the Big Bang.The future continually recedes into the pastAs Time moves into the mists of infinity. The threads of... - [The UPS Man](https://literaryyard.com/2022/04/28/the-ups-man/): By Ruth Z. Deming He was late, very very late. I was frantic, but I had gotten a messagehe would soon be here. I was diverting myself by talking to a former boyfriend, RussellEisenman, now living in McAllen, Texas. The... - [E. M. Forster's A Passage to India: Double Vision](https://literaryyard.com/2022/04/28/e-m-forsters-a-passage-to-india-double-vision/): By Ramlal Agarwal Forster, as is well-known, was a humanist, soft-spoken, cultivated, cultured man. He believed in personal relations and universal brotherhood. He was also a man of rare intelligence and insight and dreamed of a society that was tolerant and... - [Glowing Ghostly](https://literaryyard.com/2022/04/28/glowing-ghostly/): By Harrison Abbott You walk home at night, maybe two miles. A pumping sadness all day; these wrathful stories have worn you out. You step off the curb, clumsily, and a car nearly hits you, turning into the junction: it’s... - [Seven Mountains and Seven Seas](https://literaryyard.com/2022/04/28/seven-mountains-and-seven-seas/): By Ramprasath Rengasamy      “My name is Rash. I am a pharmacologist. I have been broadcasting from all the AM channels on the Rima continent from Maxas. Seven hundred billion people worldwide have fallen victim to the virus. Countries and... - ['Witnessed Tales' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/04/26/witnessed-tales-and-other-poems/): By Robert Isaacs Chiwala Witnessed Tales Beautiful dyes spreadIn twilight of sunsetStories I have experiencedColourful like a rainbow I had done this beforeI was naïveNo remedy in regretOnly pain but life goes on I had witnessed thisI was there that... - [Failed Promises Poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/04/26/failed-promises-poems/): By: Frank H. Coons Failed Promises at the Reading They have come to hearwhat my companion and I have written.Twenty-five pairs of eyes who knowwe can’t tell them why they were born. And yet, there is a glimmer of expectation,that... - ['Destined Prisoner' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/04/25/destined-prisoner-and-other-poems/): By: Jim Jas Destined Prisoner I’m an addict.I’m an addict to anxiety and stress.I’m an addict to laughter and dancing.I’m an addict. To you.To me.To everything in between. I’m just like everyone else.Just another human being stuck in uncertainty.Unaware of... - [Girardet -1987](https://literaryyard.com/2022/04/25/girardet-1987/): By: Dan O’Neill              “How would you like to have lunch at the best  restaurant in the world ?”               That was the question I put to my old friend, Colleen Moran. We had been friends in high school and... - ['Bookends' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/04/23/bookends-and-other-poems/): By: Ute Carson Bookends My book of life is wedged between bookends.I search for mories I want to keep.There is a chapter on my beginnings,several about my middle years,and one, in progress, anticipating the end.A few are marked “special,”many are... - [The Tuesday Quandary](https://literaryyard.com/2022/04/23/the-tuesday-quandary/): By: Bruce Levine Tuesdays were always good days. It was an anniversary. Not a formal anniversary, but one just the same – a Tuesday was the day of their first meeting and the beginning of them being together. Now Tuesdays... - [Time spent by the Ganga river in Rishikesh](https://literaryyard.com/2022/04/22/time-spent-by-the-the-ganga-river-in-rishikesh/): It’s common for Delhiites and people living in the NCR to escape to the mountains on extended weekends and during holidays. I hail from Himachal so I understand the anxiety to go to the cool mountains and the charm of... - ['Six Nouns in Search of a Verb' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/04/21/six-nouns-in-search-of-a-verb-and-other-poems/): By: Sheila E. Murphy abecedarian anthropology is not my majorbut has evolved to draw meclose by quiz prep to thedownside of experience aselevation, shaping shorthandfractals at first flea-sized then scaledgargantuan before summerheat expands to lay low towardimmediate centering that precludesjaywalking... - [Goddess power to the rescue](https://literaryyard.com/2022/04/21/goddess-power-to-the-rescue/): By William T. Hathaway Humanity is now in disaster mode, trapped in three double binds: a choice between war or national decline if we don’t fight, between climate catastrophe or economic collapse if we make changes, between COVID 19 or... - [Crisis](https://literaryyard.com/2022/04/21/crisis/): By Karen Lee Stradford The worldin a terrible state,peace, love and happiness is-lost. Like a bumpy, gravel road,life is difficult to maneuver,negative vibes are ahead. At war with ourselves,weapons are everywhereas hate speech surrounds. The pain is killing us,people don’t... - ['Lives, Lived and Unlived' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/04/20/lives-lived-and-unlived-and-other-poems/): By: Jim Murdoch Lives, Lived and Unlived Poems don’t have meanings.They have vague possibilities and much the same can be said of life.We desperately seek the meaning of lifeall the while failing to fathom its potential. Answers, which many mistake... - ['Rinse' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/04/20/rinse-and-other-poems/): By: Michael Gerard Rinse Steady handsFists pre-bloodied,Ready for the skirmishPromised by tomorrow. Trepidation calls outEagerly, contemptuously,Nibbling at the frontal lobe,Soon to be gnawing. The day comes,The room heats.Smog muddies the airas brutality steals our gazes. ### Not Just Nine to... - [The Duplex and Picasso’s Nudes](https://literaryyard.com/2022/04/20/the-duplex-and-picassos-nudes/): By C. Wrenn Ball James’s beard had always been spry and full, but with age came sophistication, and gray hairs. They were made especially clear upon the Wharry Bridge, a rickety thoroughfare that connected mainland Carolina to the dunes of... - [An Afternoon](https://literaryyard.com/2022/04/20/an-afternoon/): By: Tony Walt I am doing nothingat the pool todayclouds drowsing above someone is bombing citiessomeone is screaming in trafficsomeone is stuck in a broken elevator I scratch my belly andfeel the butter warmth ofthe sun on my shoulders I... - ['Daily Scrip' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/04/20/daily-scrip-and-other-poems/): By: Stephen Kingsnorth Daily Scrip It’s pit against mind behind screen.And is it evens, you can win?Addictive, just one dose a day.Why is it, Wordle, reaches parts?If logic leads your disciplines,your bell rung lexicography,your mind is scrabbled, words approved,or you’re... - ['The troubadours' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/04/20/the-troubadours-and-other-poems/): By: Enrico Barigazzi. The troubadours They were skirmishing with ink and letterscomposing stanzas putting together lineswhile crowned heads and princesses were dancingin their courts full of lights and shines they’ve passed through the pages of historychanting struggles and deeds of... - ['Sitting in the blue snow' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/04/10/sitting-in-the-blue-snow-and-other-poems/): By: Thomas Doerksen Sitting in the blue snow Hoods of geese lurk in the river’s wardrobe.The winter branches comb the night wind, its low moaning sifts away the grit of my distraughtthat clogged in the day’s flow. In the twilight... - [Earthworms](https://literaryyard.com/2022/04/10/earthworms/): By: Ankita Roy Choudhury Memory clouds watchus counting sand onbeaches. They toosearching for you, silverlinings. I believe, a bodyfor two. Nani , didn’t knowyou were blind to sound,deaf to light. You knewthe dark in me blanketsyour soul like the mothers,mothers... - ['Dale As the Moon’s Embrace' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/04/10/dale-as-the-moons-embrace-and-other-poems/): By: April Mae M. Berza Dale As the Moon’s Embrace Dale is the sweetest metaphora poet like me could never fathomsince metaphors could no longer encapsulate the nuances of the moonas well as the stars kissing Dale’s chest.I wonder why... - [The 6-Foot Dreamcatcher](https://literaryyard.com/2022/04/10/the-6-foot-dreamcatcher/): By: Jon Carter “Get up! GET THE FUCK UP!” she yelled. There was pain shooting through my head. There was the sharp sting of her little palms slapping at my face, her jagged nails dragging into my skin.      I... - [Michelle, Ma Belle](https://literaryyard.com/2022/04/10/michelle-ma-belle/): By Jeff Ingber At the turn of the twentieth century, pneumatic systems that used air pressure to propel metal cylinders through pipe networks were all the rage in Gotham. The city built a marathon-length system to deliver letters and packages,... - ['Fading Into' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/04/10/fading-into-and-other-poems/): By: J. K. Durick Fading Into Sitting here like this, it’s the snap of timethe slap of time – minutes, hours, whole days,weeks fading into – into… Perhaps it’s time’s wing’d chariot, or just that’57 Plymouth my brother took me... - [Where our lexicons fall short](https://literaryyard.com/2022/04/08/where-our-lexicons-fall-short/): By: Annapurani Vaidyanathan The Oxford English dictionary defines a woman as an adult female human being, and stops right there,But the templates wired into our heads go ahead and decide what adjectives she can wear –She’s good if she’s a... - [Kittens](https://literaryyard.com/2022/03/31/kittens/): by William Kitcher I wake up. Oh I feel awful. Don’t know where I am. But I sorta remember her, and she’s not here. I hope she’s gone out for juice or bread or something, and I can just leave.... - [A Clean Meeting](https://literaryyard.com/2022/03/31/a-clean-meeting/): By: Charles Gibson Gazing upon the arearesiding inside the washingmachine, a vast empty spaceis immediately noticed settingthe stage for a collision betweenthree stakeholders. The soapwill shake hands with waterin agreeance to provide a cleansafe cylinder-shaped room forthe laundry to congregate... - [Requiem](https://literaryyard.com/2022/03/30/requiem/): By: Harvey Huddleston “Breathe.”  That’s what the voice said in his ear but Elliot wasn’t sure that he’d actually heard it.  It was a low voice, soft and caring, one to be heeded.  He glanced to his right and in... - [Those Who Come…](https://literaryyard.com/2022/03/30/those-who-come/): By Mason Yates             …never want to leave.  Penelope Valeria- also known by her nickname of Penny to lucky individuals who were fortunate enough to call her a friend- whipped her head around in an effort, or last-minute attempt, to... - [Spencer In Love](https://literaryyard.com/2022/03/30/spencer-in-love/): By Dorothy Seehausen “She looks so, uh, different,” his sixty-nine year old Auntie said, peering into the bronze casket framed on one side by a fragrant bouquet of roses and on the other a poster depicting colorful highlights of Maude... - [Mr. Jordan Parks His Car](https://literaryyard.com/2022/03/30/mr-jordan-parks-his-car/): By: Michael Gigandet             “There are two drivers to watch for,” my mother told me when she was teaching me to drive. “…little men in hats and women wearing glasses and scarves. They’ll run you over every time.” I was... - [Serendipity Gardening                                     ](https://literaryyard.com/2022/03/24/serendipity-gardening/): By: Carl Papa Palmer We raised rosesrelished by usand by the loads of lovely ladybugs,tended thymetrimmed by usand by our overabundance of bunnies,weaved wisteria for usand for the haven of one hundred bird nests. We transplanted tulipstreasured by usand by... - ['Field Notes from a Far Place in the Mind' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/03/24/field-notes-from-a-far-place-in-the-mind-and-other-poems/): By: Michael C. Seeger Field Notes from a Far Place in the Mind Between vision’s palette and the processof its understanding and potential —an irrefutable question rattlesthe cold mind’s eye contravening everysteepled ritual from childhood forward —What replaces the irreplaceable?... - [Haiku](https://literaryyard.com/2022/03/24/haiku-3/): By: Jim Bates Frosty snowy moonThin clouds serenely driftingNight so softly veiled. - [Ed Nichols' fiction book “We’ll Talk Some More” released](https://literaryyard.com/2022/03/24/ed-nichols-fiction-book-well-talk-some-more-released/): Ed Nichols of Clarkesville, Georgia has published another fiction book titled We’ll Talk Some More, which is a collection of southern short stories. The stories are set in the rural south, primarily Georgia. Each story captures the lives of ordinary... - ['Harvesting Happiness' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/03/22/harvesting-happiness-and-other-poems/): By: Pramod Rastogi Harvesting Happiness Clouds brim with ambitions insaneAnd top up their tank with nostalgiaReady to besiege the barren farmlands.Here tears spatter in smoky plumesAnd in dance pose is the paddy farm. The sun is large in the sparkling... - ['Storm' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/03/22/storm-and-other-poems/): By: Ursula O’Reilly STORM Rain is pounding tearsOnto my windowpane.Oozing tears intoThe abandoned forest. Wind wails in the treetops.The forest sways and creaks,Anticipating the worst.Water soaks leaves and grass. The waterlogged earth groans.Stout storm clouds gather,Soon to burst.The storm will... - [The Concept called Loss](https://literaryyard.com/2022/03/22/the-concept-called-loss/): By: Ruvindra Sathsarani The darkness, singsInOccasional chimesof how you cannotcoincidewith the saving ofhis soul, and it isn’tsimpleto wave your hand inair and tellthe world howan explosionsomewhere elsewas staged, stampedand launched, in seconds,and reason outwhythere were few dropsof bloodon your palms.... - [Otherwise](https://literaryyard.com/2022/03/21/otherwise/): By: Leon Kortenkamp “What was that?  Wake up, Robby.  I heard something.” “What?  What did you hear?” “Something.  Did you hear it?” “No.” “I was dreaming about my mother.  I saw her so clearly.  I looked into her eyes; she... - [Looking To Bet On Sports? Here Are The Most Exciting Options](https://literaryyard.com/2022/03/21/looking-to-bet-on-sports-here-are-the-most-exciting-options/): Sports betting is an incredibly popular industry, and more and more people are looking to get involved every day. However, one issue most newcomers face when first venturing into the wonderful world of sports betting is that they are unsure... - [Biased Pretenses Part 2: The Ukrainian Crisis](https://literaryyard.com/2022/03/21/biased-pretenses-part-2-the-ukrainian-crisis/): By: Nadia Benjelloun “Welcome to our world….” is the thought that took priority in my head the day war was declared on Ukraine. I couldn’t even feel bad for not feeling bad. By our world, I had of course meant... - [The Ukraine Dream](https://literaryyard.com/2022/03/21/the-ukraine-dream/): By: Bobby Zielinski The Ukraine Dream, with streets, once paved with gold,now filled with bombed-out buildings and military detours.the Dream has now been put on hold. Once dreaming of greatness, and awaiting just rewards,which Putin has attempted to vanquish, will... - [Once You Nearly Die](https://literaryyard.com/2022/03/09/once-you-nearly-die/): By: Mini Babu Once you nearly dieyou turn unafraid,you request for two days,to assort life. Trust me,you do not focus onwhat people think you would. . . Rather,you recall your first love,you retrieve the dayyou drew nearyour best friendbrushing sides,you... - [The Endless Offerings at the Public Library](https://literaryyard.com/2022/03/09/the-endless-offerings-at-the-public-library/): By Ruth Z. Deming In the driving rain, I stood at the book deposit of my local library. Thwack, kerplunk, down the chute they journeyed, ending with a plop. Did they deserve this? Of course not, but libraries always have... - ['Gratuitous Living' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/03/09/gratuitous-living-and-other-poems/): By: Ken W. Simpson Gratuitous Living The well of loneliness is dry and emptya sad, inhospitable placewithout love or the affection of a canaryfertilised by human’s follyand the febrile and fractious friendshipsfermenting as happinesssocially addictive but good for businessin an... - [The unshadowed soul](https://literaryyard.com/2022/03/09/the-unshadowed-soul/): By: James Aitchison I have been asked:Can one of you change the world?See into your pure and inner self first,The most supreme of all human experiences.The eternal wheel spins all fates and destinies,Some lives are more advanced toward me,And I... - [Demon Slayers to the Rescue](https://literaryyard.com/2022/03/09/demon-slayers-to-the-rescue/): By William T. Hathaway We live in a time of multi-level ghastliness. People are dropping dead from COVID and dropping dead from the vaccine that’s supposed to prevent it. The weather is rampaging, the earth spewing fire. Mental illness has... - [Going Home](https://literaryyard.com/2022/03/02/going-home/): By: Aviva Derenowski The need for a child penetrated every atom of Mama Boa’s soul. She and Papa Boa got together in love and devotion. She prayed and cried and promised anything God might desire. Still, she remained barren. There... - [Consciousness is all there is](https://literaryyard.com/2022/03/02/consciousness-is-all-there-is/): By William T. Hathaway As Mark Twain once said, “It’s not what you don’t know that gets you in trouble, it’s what you know for sure but which just isn’t true.” Humanity is now in trouble because its fundamental assumption... - ['Since you asked' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/02/25/since-you-asked-and-other-poems/): By: John Grey SINCE YOU ASKED A small unicorncupped in my handor the dead .and missingslowly strolling up my sidewalklike it’s Halloween in January — the rain playing somethingby Duke Ellingtonor a finger wrapped in cellophanesent to me parcel post... - ['Never Really Liked Hotels' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/02/25/never-really-liked-hotels-and-other-poems/): By: Richard LeDue Never Really Liked Hotels The front desk worker wears an undertaker’s smileand the ones who don’t smilemake me feel like someone askingwhere the bathroom is at a funeral,while the muffled conversations I try not to hearin the... - [The Manufactured Racial Wedge](https://literaryyard.com/2022/02/23/the-manufactured-racial-wedge/): By: Tyler Rafael Marable Recently a culture war over Critical Race Theory was launched at the command of Christopher Rufo. I first heard about Critical Race Theory when searching the term “literary theory.” This was years ago, probably 2017. I... - [Missing Episode](https://literaryyard.com/2022/02/23/missing-episode/): By Mike Hickman “Vinegar,” Dennis Pringle replied, when I asked him what he hoped had become of the film print. If there had ever been a film print. “Hopefully,” he added, foul teeth chewing on another cigar as he leaned... - [Beautiful Word](https://literaryyard.com/2022/02/22/beautiful-word/): By: Alison Auch (Trigger warning: sexual assault) I’m trying to think of a beautiful word,one that goes in front of train but in backof hot night, fourteen in white shirt, was ita white shirt? And a word that does morethan... - [Daddy](https://literaryyard.com/2022/02/22/daddy/): By: Karen Lee Stradford The light shines on your faceas you lie in the colbalt casketyour spirit simmers,eternal. Our pleasant morning conversationsover Chock Full O’ Nuts, bagels and scrambled eggsas Channel 2 news rouses the activities of the day. My... - [The Transformation of Fredericka Carlton](https://literaryyard.com/2022/02/22/the-transformation-of-fredericka-carlton/): By: Bruce Levine Freddie hadn’t made it through fourth grade unscathed. Actually she hadn’t made it through anything unscathed. To begin with, she hated her name – Fredericka, thus Freddie. Her parents had thought that Fredericka Carlton sounded like a... - ['In The Heart's Suite' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/02/22/in-the-hearts-suite-and-other-poems/): By: Gopikrishnan Kottoor In The Heart’s Suite The curtains are stillIn the heart’s suite.A little lightFrom the lamp shade,Is all orange upon the floor. What do I still search forIn the heart’s rooms?Rooms, whereThe walls fillWith calendars,Portraits,Something live suddenlyRunning fast... - [A Sisyphusan Triptych](https://literaryyard.com/2022/02/21/a-sisyphusan-triptych/): By: Todd Mercer Sisyphus Drops a Dime Eternity was how long the job was supposed to go on, but someone called OSHA with reports of glaring safety violations. An individual who may or may not be Sisyphus himself dropped a... - [U. R. Ananthamurthy’s Samskara: And experience of India](https://literaryyard.com/2022/02/21/u-r-ananthamurthys-samskara-and-experience-of-india/): By: Ramlal Agarwal A.K. Ramanujan’s translation of the Kannada novel Sanskara 1965 by U. R. Anantha Murthy is a novel that deals with the rigidly codified traditional structure and beliefs of Hindu society and the consequences of their infringement. It... - [Indo-English literature in Indian context](https://literaryyard.com/2022/02/21/indo-english-literature-in-indian-context/): By: Ramlal Agarwal During my undergraduate and postgraduate days in the early 60 s, Indian writing in English was not a subject of academic discussions and seminars as it was in the 1970s and 1980s. Individual writers like R.K. Narayan,... - ['Bulwark: To Jane Eyre' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/02/19/bulwark-to-jane-eyre-and-other-poems/): By: Veronica Ashenhurst Bulwark: To Jane Eyre My walls, brick and plaster, stand pitiless.So, I covet the far horizon, as didRochester’s wife, groaning in her windowlessThird-story room. But my infirm hipsAnd legs can’t take me anywhere, onlyMuddling across the still... - [Love: Finding the Good and Avoiding the Bad](https://literaryyard.com/2022/02/19/love-finding-the-good-and-avoiding-the-bad/): By: Jack Kamm “Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals”—Anais Nin                  We’ve all experienced change, which can be exciting as well... - ['A Night of Poetry' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/02/16/a-night-of-poetry-and-other-poems/): By: Dan Fitzgerald A Night of Poetry I can’t write the poetry that you readto your friends at dinner parties.I use too many coarse wordsand phrases for polite company.So I sit in silencewaiting for you to endwith the heavy emphasison... - [I Can’t Hear the Crickets](https://literaryyard.com/2022/02/16/i-cant-hear-the-crickets/): By: Glenn John Arnowitz “I can’t hear the crickets” I whispered to my wife as I lay in bed trying to fall asleep. It was a sweltering and sticky July evening, and she was already half asleep. “Hmmm?” she mumbled... - [fiftysomething: Looking back at a guilty pleasure](https://literaryyard.com/2022/02/16/fiftysomething-looking-back-at-a-guilty-pleasure/): By Glenn John Arnowitz Okay, so I have a few guilty pleasures. Well, more than a few. A big one was that I was a fan of the show, thirtysomething, the late 1980s hour-long drama that depicted the lives of... - [Did Anyone Ever Tell You, You Look Like…](https://literaryyard.com/2022/02/16/did-anyone-ever-tell-you-you-look-like/): By: Glenn John Arnowitz In 2005 I met actor Ricky Aiello, son of actor Danny Aiello, at my friend’s annual Christmas Eve party. Ricky and I immediately hit it off. The fact that he grew up with an Italian father... - [The Moods You Feed Me](https://literaryyard.com/2022/02/15/the-moods-you-feed-me/): By: Alison Auch It’s a liquid dinner that I can’t escapethe bones cross sideways as I walkthis path of marigolds, dogs, dust. It’s dinnertime at my house, and thechildren are in bed, stories ofmy camera, my lens, my not seeing... - [Our Prisons](https://literaryyard.com/2022/02/15/our-prisons/): By: Mike Turner We each live in prisonsOf our own designServing a sentenceFor crimes we have committedAgainst ourselves There are walls, bars, fencesAll to confine usInsuring personal pain is maintainedAffliction is ongoingHappiness and peace are excluded Days stretch to months... - ['Disguise' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/02/14/disguise-and-other-poems/): By: Sushant Thapa Disguise Trace the mind in disguise,Lies and truths both need utterance.Only what is devised has layers of meanings.It’ll be a camouflage if a psychiatrist uses a stethoscopeBecause it is a physician and specialist who actually needs one.The... - [Heterosexual love essay](https://literaryyard.com/2022/02/14/heterosexual-love-essay/): By: Raj Ratan Mala “It’s just a phase”Sure,Like ignorance could get reality erasedThe way coming outAdded motives to count me outJudging if its my “taste”.Sin?Absolutely,When they crawled under my skinSomeone whisperedLoving is a blessingLoving genderfree,A curse within;A prince kissing a... - [The Grandmother](https://literaryyard.com/2022/02/14/the-grandmother/): By: Christopher Johnson             Grandmother Newman and I were walking in the dense, mysterious, almost impenetrable woods that brooded across the street from our house, and my tiny hand was embedded in hers, and her skin felt like dry, smooth... - [Fine Margins](https://literaryyard.com/2022/02/14/fine-margins/): By: David Patten           It didn’t really matter to Lamar.  It was good to get the A express, but usually he just rode the first B or C local that pulled into the 125th Street station.  The platform was less... - [Fruit of sin](https://literaryyard.com/2022/02/11/fruit-of-sin/): By: Suveeksha Viswanathan A towering ceiling fan,an untrustable axle,making my slumbermy last. A rope cast round their neck,felicitous ants floatingon a jar full of honey. A placid, vile snake you were,warm, loving scales coiling,I the hen unaware. A frolicking raven... - [Footprints on Water](https://literaryyard.com/2022/02/10/footprints-on-water/): By: Jessabele Gorozon Bentazal Creation Covering is darkness,Then here comes the greatest artist.Well done, the ambience has transformed,From chaos comes peace.Then, from among the ashes,A masterpiece was born. ### A Sacrifice Punished but innocent,Nailed without a sin,Alone, he welcomes deathTo... - [Easter Sunday Morning](https://literaryyard.com/2022/02/10/easter-sunday-morning/): By: Arthur Russell A pigeon pursued by a shadowshot the gap between buildingslike a fighter plane from the early suntoward my balcony.Its skull rang the double panewith a metal clang, and it fellto the concrete floor, its grey chest heaving.... - [Who Done It? (a writer’s block fable)](https://literaryyard.com/2022/02/10/who-done-it-a-writers-block-fable/): By: Ethan Goffman I was in the doldrums, unable to write, unable to conceive anything fresh or profound, anything worth saying in the least. My mind was blank, the computer screen was blank, everything was frozen, frozen and I wondered... - ['Goddess of Eloquence' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/02/10/goddess-of-eloquence-and-other-poems/): By: Enda Boyle Mermaids Before the sightings came the radar pingsand the lovely songs on the whale sonarThen came the first fleeting glimpses.Rumours were passed among fishermenof flickering figures on the wave’s crest Eventually a mermaid was discoveredon a busy... - ['a lover's loneliness' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/02/10/a-lovers-loneliness-and-other-poems/): By: Aneri Upadhyay “a lover’s loneliness” Your soul lives in all that is life.Every raindrop, every snowflakeis a personification of you.I look outside,only to see the cul-de-sac wherewe learned how to ride our bikes.I turn on the radio,only to hear... - [The blank page](https://literaryyard.com/2021/06/01/the-blank-page/): By: Moulay Cherif CHEBIHI HASSANI It rains on the sheets of the half-opened notebookLaying there before you, now useless,When inspiration, in infertile tears,pours its solitude into your heart in winter… From the edge of the inkwell a feather fliesAnd the... - [“A Prophecy”](https://literaryyard.com/2021/06/01/a-prophecy/): By Justin Permenter There will come a last songA requiem for the passing of an ageIts melody will echo across the great gulf of timeAnd testify to the bright beginning and wretched end of our kind There will come a... - ['The Outsize of life' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/06/01/the-outsize-of-life-and-other-poems/): By: Roger G. Singer THE OUTSIZE OF LIFE walkingin the skinof day,under the flightof a summer sun shoes covered witha solemn dustwhile searchingfor a balancebetween lands knowing somewherein the shapeof a city or towntraffic is moving as a crossing shadowstirs... - ['Runaway Dog' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/05/31/runaway-dog-and-other-poems/): By: Jerry Durick Runaway Dog What do you say when she runs away?You run after her of coursecalling her name and promisesand to stop.You can see the future evolve asyou run –this will happen, then that.Everyone is a stranger at... - ['Transatlantic Song' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/05/31/transatlantic-song-and-other-poems/): By: Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal Transatlantic Song Singing childvoice of airand wind. Night of starshalf-moon likea breast. Evening birdsmimic thechild’s song. Ocean breezeswirls and joinsthe birds. Takes the child’ssong acrossthe sea. ### Out of the Shadows Sleeping in shadows,rocked to sleepby... - [Travels with a Barbarian, by Lady Elina Greypepper – We are captured by slavers](https://literaryyard.com/2021/05/31/travels-with-a-barbarian-by-lady-elina-greypepper-we-are-captured-by-slavers/): By: The Birch Twins I watched the gnarled hand pour the wine. He licked his lips and concentrated on pouring, his brow furrowed.  My stomach heaved.  Whether it was due the ship pitching on the seas, or the smell of... - ['Hospice' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/05/31/hospice-and-other-poems/): By: Cristina DeSouza Hospice Night goes high,filled with gentle moaning,the calmness of death approaching.Her eyes semi-shut, while reality’s by my side.I examine the body whose soul isgetting ready to leave it: coldand tender, it’s about to shed its suffering away.... - [Because They Weren’t Us](https://literaryyard.com/2021/05/25/because-they-werent-us/): By Nancy Machlis Rechtman The images have been seared into our brainsOf babies ripped away from the arms of their mothersAnd fathersAnd children sobbing in cagesWhen the most primal of bonds were severedBy maliceAnd indifference. Those seeking asylum chose to... - [Almost Retired](https://literaryyard.com/2021/05/25/almost-retired/): By: Matthew Dube Kim and David weren’t from Coaling. They hadn’t even lived in Coaling their whole professional lives. David had taught at another school, states away, long enough to earn tenure; Kim wasn’t just a bottle swabber but had... - [Philosophical Aristotle](https://literaryyard.com/2021/05/25/philosophical-aristotle/): By: Alex Andy Phuong A reason without passionCould result in deceptionAnd destruction.Restraining oneselfAs The Great Library of AlexandriaBurns like the romantic lifeOf CleopatraModern heroinesLike Elle WoodsReveal the possibleAs wisdom helps determineThe philosophical,And living lifeWith both honesty and sincerityWhile respectingLimitations realistically - [The death of the rolling tide](https://literaryyard.com/2021/05/24/the-death-of-the-rolling-tide/): By: Karoline Wimmer A rolling tidecannot hide,in the worst of dreams,it lights the matchthat sets the fireto the darkest of desires. If seas had been sweeterthan the fairest of all ladies,they would have metwith great contemptthe most hunch-backed of all... - ['Awakening of Diversity' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/05/24/awakening-of-diversity-and-other-poems/): By: Amb. Maid Corbic AWAKENING OF DIVERSITY It’s spring; inanimate nature is suddenly astonishedTo his character who brings fresh air from a distanceWaking my eyes squinting from winter hibernationIn the stage of madness; I walk across my roomTo see the... - [Bottling it](https://literaryyard.com/2021/05/20/bottling-it/): By: Anthony Ward             It was not a sun day like its namesake. Instead the sky was overburdened with cloud. The rain that was forthcoming remained so. Though today that suited Dan down to the ground. He had hoped for... - [Nobody](https://literaryyard.com/2021/05/20/nobody/): By: Alan Berger Nobody is listeningSave your breathYou will only find out whyAfter your deathThink I’m kidding?Here comes the rest This is the hookAnd here is the stingNobody is listening But then again, it’s sure fun to trySing your private... - [Oxygen](https://literaryyard.com/2021/05/20/oxygen/): By: James Bates The summer when I was eight years old a new highway began being built about a mile from our farm. My older brother Lewis and I were fascinated by the huge, noisy machines: road graders, dump trucks... - ['Perhaps another queen' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/05/20/perhaps-another-queen-and-other-poems/): By: Linda M. Crate perhaps another queen you’re barking up the wrong treeif you only want a night of bliss looking for a lovedeeper than the roots of the oldesttree, and i’ve been told to bemore realisticbut miracles happen every... - [Let’s, o dear!](https://literaryyard.com/2021/05/18/lets-o-dear/): By: Mayesha Islam Abanti Let’s, o dear!To heal, as a matter of fact ;To indulge in a mystical sphere of tranquil.To love, with the heft of savouring allure.To escape, like the valourity of a bird looming around with incessant flee.To... - [Mustard Coloured Magazines](https://literaryyard.com/2021/05/18/mustard-coloured-magazines/): By: Harrison Linklater Abbott I was in the library at high school and was hovering over the aisles. I wasn’t much interested in novels. But when I got to the magazine section I came across these mustard coloured mags which... - ['Lost Sagacity' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/05/18/lost-sagacity-and-other-poems/): By: KJ Hannah Greenberg Lost Sagacity By sounding smooth or inviting, sagacity often vanishesAmong words, turns of phrase, weird little expressions. Consider; a surfeit of depression, weight gain, glandularTrouble, fatigue can be sourced to rhetorical brouhaha. When fighting “monsters,” one’s... - [My Dad is a Doctor](https://literaryyard.com/2021/05/18/my-dad-is-a-doctor/): By: Praniti Gulyani There’s a lot that goes into your dad being a doctor. When your dad is a doctor, you get to step into a white coat that almost blankets you; covering you from head to toe. You get... - ['The Silence in Falling' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/05/18/the-silence-in-falling-and-other-poems/): By: R.T. Castleberry THE SILENCE IN FALLING Staring down a waning January moon,I feed dry brush to the campfire,watch the desert track of freight carsrounding a mesa silhouette.Wild dogs yelp, loping the crossties.Rising night pulls at my hat brim,carries bright... - ['Urn Times' and 'The Unkowings'](https://literaryyard.com/2021/05/11/urn-times-and-the-unkowings/): By: Doug Bolling Urn Times 0ne night a year I attend theesteemed artist telling of his life,his travels through the longtunnels that become poems, poems in their rich cream,their motions and soundsthat lift from the pageand mingle with theshadows. 0ne... - ['Replicas' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/05/11/replicas-and-other-poems/): By: C.G. Ward Replicas The builders refurbishing the flatbelow are producing replicasof famous sights. Glimpsed behindrubble, dusty cloths and the Gaudícurves of bent radiator pipes are an MDFTaj Mahal in the kitchen and the ceilingof the Sistine Chapel lovingly reproducedin... - [Unendingly picturesque](https://literaryyard.com/2021/05/10/unendingly-picturesque/): By: Paweł Markiewicz I am through a superb window – looking.An angel of feeling awakes in me.The dreamy oak-trees stand alway leafless.The native auspicious cue is just large. My scenery – the enchanted verdure.The moony old barn of Ted my... - [Walter Benjamin, the Jewish Question and Theses on the Philosophy of History](https://literaryyard.com/2021/05/10/walter-benjamin-the-jewish-question-and-theses-on-the-philosophy-of-history/): By: Gaither Stewart Reading Hannah Arendt’s Introduction to Benjamin’s Illuminations German-Jewish intellectuals, the alienated hommes de lettres of early twentieth century German-speaking Central Europe, constituted a class within that complex and multi-layered Jewish society against which a few of them... - [Chastity Jones](https://literaryyard.com/2021/05/10/chastity-jones/): By Clark Zlotchew Now, I’m a very good person; anyone who knows me will tell you.  I like people, I regularly contribute to a bunch of charities, can’t even refuse a panhandler who asks for a handout, especially if he... - [A Painful Certainty](https://literaryyard.com/2021/05/08/a-painful-certainty/): By: Gresham Cash A child turned from his mother and father, paused by a yellow-brick wall, and looked back at his parents with a face of dejection. A sign of obstinacy in the face of authority, a testing of filial... - [Stories: 'As Advertised' n 'Headache Relief'](https://literaryyard.com/2021/05/08/stories-as-advertised-n-headache-relief/): By: Carl Papa Palmer As Advertised ~ Haibun Obviously out of uniform, the only soldier not wearing his field jacket is easily spotted in my morning formation to ensure proper fit and wear of the newly issued 1984 Battle Dress... - [The Red Sea](https://literaryyard.com/2021/05/08/the-red-sea/): By: Jack Berexa A divinely parted sea,Meaning…invisibility? Tides rearrange.Shift,Lift,Missed,But never to not exist. A divinely parted sea,Meaning…bless the majority. Red does not sink.Redglistens,listens,christens. Then Red prefers, incurs,Red…Covert? Overt? Covert.Covertly saboteurs. But still by divine by Holy by perfect intervention,Moses guides... - [Review: One Unbounded Ocean of Consciousness](https://literaryyard.com/2021/05/07/review-one-unbounded-ocean-of-consciousness/): By William T. Hathaway In his new book, One Unbounded Ocean of Consciousness, Dr. Tony Nader has attempted something very difficult and achieved it very well. He overcomes the conceptual gap separating matter from mind, science from spirituality, the human... - [Spilled Milk](https://literaryyard.com/2021/05/07/spilled-milk/): By: Ruth Deming      I had fallen asleep again in the living room on the small blue and white loveseat, my body contorted like a serpent. The television was blaring. Mr. Rogers was on. Yes! THE Mr. Fred Rogers. He... - [People Like Us](https://literaryyard.com/2021/05/06/people-like-us/): By: Alan Berger Beyond the front doorOut the windowBetween our bloodAnd our poresAs we try to explore this and that and suchFor people like and un-like usLove is just another excuse to go nuts With at least one blind eyeAnd... - [Jane & Marshall’s Murder Door](https://literaryyard.com/2021/05/05/jane-marshalls-murder-door/): By: Todd Mercer In the 1970s we bought silly clothes and hideous furniture. Brady couches, puke green and burnt orange color palettes. The cool people went big for the ugly look, so with reservations, we opted for it too. Then... - [Confess](https://literaryyard.com/2021/05/05/confess/): By: Mohammad Jashim Uddin He confesses at the midnightWhen the earth sleeps to reduce burden of pains,But satan walks door to door to hinder. Satanic verses engulf himDue to emotion in pain with short temper.Hells laugh at as rage is... - [Die and Rest](https://literaryyard.com/2021/05/05/die-and-rest/): By: Andrea Myinga One day, we shall all die but thatWill be the end for some and forOthers the beginning of restful rets This world is too big to be understoodWithin short length of lifetime, withChains of surprises around our... - [On the Liberalisation of Sex](https://literaryyard.com/2021/05/05/on-the-liberalisation-of-sex/): By: Ugochukwu Anadị What we have is the sanctification and consecration of sex — you know that activity that brings together in a pronounced, sweet and sweetened sense (a sense which I sincerely think is euphoric) two or more bodies.... - [Poem in Limbo](https://literaryyard.com/2021/05/05/poem-in-limbo/): By: Ethan Goffman My poem is not in heaven, my poem is not in hell.Like scores of dozens of thousands of others,like the stars strewn across the cold night skyawaiting a dawn that may never come,My poem is in limbo.... - [Fountain Pen](https://literaryyard.com/2021/05/05/fountain-pen/): By: Ranjit Kulkarni “No Papa, I didn’t lose the pen,” I cried in agony, as Papa slapped my open palm with the cane he had in his right hand. “This will teach you that you shouldn’t speak lies. If you... - [Romantic Memories](https://literaryyard.com/2021/05/04/romantic-memories/): By: Moulay Cherif CHEBIHI HASSANI I still remember, O my sweet companion,Of that chaste kiss on your innocent breast,Nourished by the emotion that love accompaniesIn the field of the passions of a budding feeling. You lent yourself to the game,... - [The Libido](https://literaryyard.com/2021/05/03/the-libido/): By: Shilpa Girish That! Your sight of lust,Caused me twirl my head awaySwaying my reticenceAnd, when you clasped my face,Caressed my forehead,Then my eyes and cheeks,I wanted to stay in your embrace forever!But it’s then! I was cajoled,With warmth of... - [Poems: 'GSA' and 'Tesla'](https://literaryyard.com/2021/05/03/poems-gsa-and-tesla/): By: Gaya Gayatrinath GSA a friend of mine called me from a country overseastold me he heard USA is now called GSA overseasUS consul there assured my friend nothing had changed‘just replaced U with G’, US consul told my friend‘GSA... - [ALGODÓN](https://literaryyard.com/2021/05/03/algodon/): By Gaither Stewart The last time I saw Algodón was in the instant before the medics pulled the sheet over his face. From my fourth floor balcony across the narrow street, even in the faint late-night illumination I could perceive... - ['Confess to What?' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/29/confess-to-what-and-other-poems/): By: E. Martin Pedersen Confess to What? I enter my living roomgather my family aroundyou need to go away, I sayso I can be alone and strip downcover my skin with ice creamand waitspumoni swirl and rocky roaddrip lickthey obligeI... - [Why Should Reading be Normalized?](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/29/why-should-reading-be-normalized/): By: April Mae M. Berza As a writer and reader, I’d like to advocate for the joys of reading. From 2015, I’ve been giving away books to individuals and institutions such as hospitals, local high schools, etc. It is an... - ['Austrian doctor' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/29/austrian-doctor-and-other-poems/): By: Tamara Raidt Austrian doctor my consultations usuallylast 7 minutes             the doctor said I stopped.in the middle of a sentence. and we’re already at 11             she raised her eyes                        from the computer screen have you seen a therapist... - [Voices](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/29/voices/): By Eric Burbridge             The impact spun the vehicle and shattered glass followed his body against the door. Nick was ejected before the car flipped. He couldn’t feel his legs. His face was pushed against the curb. What happened, what... - ['Aerial Bed' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/29/aerial-bed-and-other-poems/): By: Umar YB AERIAL BED How relaxedly you layIn the leafy treeAs its branches swayTo the zephyr free… How comfortable and cool,You lounge on the heightsThat you snore and droolAs in the calmest of nights… Now that you begin to... - [Herman](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/26/herman/): By: Harvey Huddleston Joanne was such a conniver.  Elliot didn’t know that at the time because like they say in the Bronx, “buttah” wouldn’t melt in her mouth.  They’d just recently begun working together as legal assistants at a big... - [The Perpetual Penumbra](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/26/the-perpetual-penumbra/): By: Md. Saber -E- Montaha Darkness feeds on darkness. The bitter sedimenton the bottom of a pestered pastlike the perpetual penumbrasalways crawls giddily greedilyjust beneath the fathomless pool of pleasant possibilities. With a sudden fling,the engrossing bitterness rolls upwardin a... - ['Hook' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/26/hook-and-other-poems/): By: Stephen Kingsnorth Hook When writing verse – it fills long hours –I like a hook to hang it on;it may be conversation heard,or observation of the herd,a picture with its questions posed,or challenge, teaser, crossword clues. The theme established,... - [The Other Pair](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/22/the-other-pair/): By: Zea Perez ‘Liway, grab the rope,’ Mang Nico encourages me. The elderly fellow points to the area. He secures his wife Aling Nita by tying her waist with a tie box hook up to him while they both hold... - ['Bleecker' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/22/bleecker-and-other-poems/): By David Francis Bleecker A girl in the barsaid What are you aboutI said A kind of datebut it didn’t work out She said she’d been thereI said I thought I was the only oneI guess you can be alonebut... - [A Witchery Encounter](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/22/a-witchery-encounter/): By: Faruq Yusuff As Theo entered the old street house with his three friends,  he had this feeling in his chest – something felt off about the house. However, they had no choice but to seek refuge from their pursuers... - [Gauguin's Chair](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/17/gauguins-chair/): By: Sheila Elliott (Inspired by a painting of the same title by Vincent Van Gogh, displayed in an on-line collection of work by that artist by the Van Gogh Museum, Amsterdam.) You willed the bluest shadow an oak floor would... - [Copper](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/15/copper/): By: James Bates The Two Harbors high school auditorium was packed. My wife Jasmine and I found space against the wall and waited. Occasionally friends stopped by and shook my hand.             “Give ‘em hell, Martii,” one said.             “Luck,”... - [Ballooning](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/15/ballooning/): By: Anthony Ward I was feeling somewhat deflated, standing all alone at the bar, watching everyone live their lives while I was dying to live out mine. With my moods heaving from the atmosphere, I felt the urge to head... - [The Blue Blanket](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/15/the-blue-blanket/): By: Duane L. Herrmann The forty-year-old man walked numbly between the rows of household items. It was so unreal. Here were all of his grandmother’s possessions spread out for all the world to see. Until yesterday, Ted had not even... - [Enduring Time (A Sestina)](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/14/enduring-time-a-sestina/): By: Marion Horton There was a nursery rhyme gallop of a nearby train.Dum, diddle-um, racing to be on time.In her head, time stopped, then turnedto walk in its own shadow. Back, way back,to Ride a Cock Horse , that children’s... - [Elevator](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/14/elevator/): By: Alex Andy Phuong Open closeUp and downDoing more than whatOne already knowsMade of glassOr metallicYet neverRemain staticElevate oneselfAnd avoid the problematicBecause everything goesEventuallySo lift oneselfSincerely - ['Acts' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/13/acts-and-other-poems/): By: C G Ward Acts Count Orsino opened TwelfthNight with a high kickthat nearly cracked the sky,his declaration of if musicbe the food of love… almost distracting mefrom the distance between us.Almost. I had to hold your handto know you... - [He Just Wanted a Goldfish](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/13/he-just-wanted-a-goldfish/): By: Hannah Retallick Jonty wanted a goldfish. Harriet had been allowed one when she turned eight. Father told Jonty it was a huge responsibility to look after another living thing, not one to be taken lightly, and he would have... - [The Giant Insect (Mohapotongo)](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/13/the-giant-insect-mohapotongo/): By Abu IshaqueTranslated by: Md. Saber -E- Montaha A small house in a small town. A pair of sparrows used to dwell in a hole in the north-facing wall of that house. One day they had gone to the meadow to... - [The spring awakening](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/13/the-spring-awakening/): By: Paweł Markiewicz The springtide wakes up not only in dreams.The snowdrops blooming in the moony garths.One listens the propitious paradise.The dearest graylag geese coming in flocks. I think of genus Primula from afar.The wild boar piglets were born in... - ['Hamartia' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/13/hamartia-and-other-poems/): By: Gregory J Powell Hamartia Son of John,Animal’s eyes;Sees the wold,And never cries. Daughter of Heaven,And daughter of Earth;Already present,At History’s birth. Yesterday is merely a tutor,Aorist future;The trees blur to become the jungle. Immortality in retrospect,Past imperfect;She alone remembers... - [A Knock on the Door in the Night](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/12/a-knock-on-the-door-in-the-night/): By Kyle Serro             A knock on the door in the night was what woke him up. He looks out of the window and sees someone dark and goes outside to see who it is. No one is outside, so... - ['I Missed The Snow' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/09/i-missed-the-snow-and-other-poems/): By: K. A. Williams I Missed the Snow Most winters there is enough snowfallfor sledding and building snowmen.And the glistening snow is so brightunder the nighttime orange sky, you cansee everything outside like it is daylight.This past winter, there was... - [Poems: 'Broken Podiums' and 'Rainy Eyes and Sunny Colored Pencils'](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/09/poems-broken-podiums-and-rainy-eyes-and-sunny-colored-pencils/): By: Angela Moore Broken Podiums Anxiety glides over frost bitten emotions.Skimming her internal rink caked with cracks.Scraping to and from with cruel indifference.And synchronized with melodic cries of defeat.A truly haunting performance starring….A shattered skater.Desperately eyeing fool’s gold on broken... - ['For protection' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/09/for-protection-and-other-poems/): By: John Grey FOR PROTECTION You’ve been instructed not to run.Or scream. Or fight.Just talk.Appeal to his better nature.Or act crazy.Pretend you’re a pigeonwith a broken wing.Gobble gobble gobbleand make believeyou can’t raise your right arm.Or say something likeGod is... - [My Poetic Journey Begins Now](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/07/my-poetic-journey-begins-now/): By: April Mae Berza I started writing when I found out about the national hero of the Philippines crafting verses at an early age. That time, I told myself I will follow his footsteps. When I realized I could never... - [Pursuit Of The Truds](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/07/pursuit-of-the-truds/): By: N.B. Yomi A thirteen year old boy with sleek blue hair and eyes, dressed in a short sleeved shirt, and shorts sat on a boulder. He sat next to a girl with long brown hair and green eyes, as... - [The Day I Am Remembering](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/07/the-day-i-am-remembering/): By: Dominic Tarpey Bastille Day 1941,I was living in Pau.My future father-in-law spoke often of his confidencein Petain. I met Suzanne the day beforeBastille Day 1940 and again on that day,and daily thereafter. In March 1942 our child was born.My... - [Selfie Damsel](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/07/selfie-damsel/): By: Chandra Shekhar Dubey The door opened ajarShe pushed into the hall like a mermaid diving deepinto sea wading through theplatter of pearls and row of hedgesburning, blushing like glow worm.She enters flinging her hairpeeing into her mobile screenthe lovely... - [The History of A Shoe Maker: A Landmark of a Successful Careerist](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/06/the-history-of-a-shoe-maker-a-landmark-of-a-successful-careerist/): By: Mohammad Jashim Uddin Because of prolific career, Mr. Muhammad  Abdul Maleque has experienced different historical and socio-cultural ups and downs. His book The History of A Shoe Maker is nothing but the spontaneous overflow of his ideas from every... - [In Vino Veritas](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/06/in-vino-veritas/): By: Nikki Williams Ashley had had it with the litigator, Joachim, but still found herself going through the motions. Suffice to say, she was barred by his arresting appeal. Slowly, she retrieved shoes, dresses, inter alia from his house, lighter... - ['Always a river' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/06/always-a-river-and-other-poems/): By: Tom Driscoll Always a river There is always a river,always a rivertaking, delivering sendingsignals through the stony fleshwatershed expression,writhed, veined, turning inland,as if a sensate creature. Always a river and whererogue generals encamped bya level place, the gritty banksbeside... - [Day Shift At The Bookshop](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/05/day-shift-at-the-bookshop/): By: Enda Boyle     It was a perfect Autumn morning, everything spilled into the bookshop from the front-door, wisps of candyfloss thick fog had not yet cleared. The tangerine glow of the streetlights shone through it. In the red-leafed birch... - [The End of Our Film](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/03/the-end-of-our-film/): By Harrison Abbott I couldn’t stay with my family. I just could not stay in that situation and I wanted out. They were abusive horrible people and I still don’t regret leaving them. A friend of mine named Karisa lived... - [Recreate](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/03/recreate/): By: Alex Andy Phuong Even though it is impossibleTo recreate the past,This present momentIs a gift within itselfThat would supposedlyLead to a brighter future,Yet coping with realityReveals real maturity,And the onesWho effectively deal with adversityAre true adults - ['Calico Sentinel' n 'Poached'](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/03/calico-sentinel-n-poached/): By: Carl Papa Palmer Calico Sentinel the seedless dandelion tuftarrives on nonexistent breezesettling softly upon fluffy feline tail observed by the one male kittenin the family of fourwho quickly pounces upon his prey immediately swatted sidewayshe dives for obscure safetyamong... - [The Run Home](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/03/the-run-home/): By Eric Burbridge             For once I followed the doctor’s orders. “Get some sunshine, good ole vitamin D.” He said. I loaded my walker and headed for Tooley Park, a thirty-minute drive from the house. As fast as I walked... - [J-Rock](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/03/j-rock/): By: Jacob LePretre J-Rock took the Chewy bar from his pocket and he stared at it like a man who stares into his hands after creating a masterpiece. Chocolate. He ripped it while keeping it in one piece and he... - [Respecting Yourself](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/03/respecting-yourself/): By: Ijeoma Mbah Learning how to respect yourself is one of the best things you can ever do for yourself. Self-respect is the sense of worth and personal value that you attach to yourself, as a human being. According to... - [Robin in the Hood](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/03/robin-in-the-hood/): By: Ken Kapp Nibor always got things wrong, which at times embarrassed the other robins no end. He was always late and never stopped complaining that the other birds should have waited for him. “Give me a break. It’s not... - [Soulmate](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/03/soulmate/): By Ranjit Kulkarni Ten Thousand rupees for every boy she evaluated as her prospective groom was not bad. Six months back, Sanjana’s father had relented to this arrangement. It was a nice new source of income for her. She had... - ['Today' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/03/today-and-other-poems/): By: Marion Horton Today I come up here to think.The burn on my legs,As my muscles heave me up the steep slope,Keeps me earthed, focussed.It reminds me that whatever elseI am alive, tellurian. I bring my snags and doubts.Sometimes they... - [Bromine](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/03/bromine/): By: James Bates It had snowed overnight so driving the city streets was tricky. My old Honda Civic slid through a couple of stop signs before I made myself lighten up on the gas petal. Hard to do, though. I... - ['Being Pleasant- A Forever Myth' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/03/being-pleasant-a-forever-myth-and-other-poems/): By: Suchismita Ghoshal ◾Being Pleasant- A Forever Myth◾ I don’t want to survive. I want to badly live.I want to live as pleasantly as a wide sky,that has no limit, and can express endlessly.My heart makes a thousand-volt wireto burn... - [Clementine Was An Artist](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/03/clementine-was-an-artist/): By Marcella S. Meeks      In the early 1800’s, there lived a girl named Clementine Hunter. She lived with her family at the Melrose plantation located near Natchitoches, Louisiana.      A plantation is a large farm where crops are grown,... - [All the people](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/03/all-the-people/): By: Alan Berger If you try real hardYou still can not see them in the airBut they are still thereIf you try real hardYou can not hear them right thereHeyI never saidIt is fair All the people and petsThat loved... - [America](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/03/america/): By: Jacob Yasha Soffer You have confusedAbandonment with freedomSelf involvement with self reflectionRight to medical care with right to be entertainedPolitics with sportsCivilians with costumersYou have confusedThe world with yourself Jacob Yasha Soffer was born in 1979 in the Bronx,... - [Song of the Madman](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/03/song-of-the-madman/): By: Deogratias Kagali Thinking hit me to the coreNothing straight passes in.Trapped, in a ‘door-less’ roomRound and round, I keep goingHitting hard on its wallsBruising my body, head to toe. The only vision I see is abstractNon-tangible, non-sensible.My feet numb,... - ['Chess Tactics' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/03/chess-tactics-and-other-poems/): By Douglas J. Lanzo Chess TacticsGambit, exchange, sacrifice,veiled subterfuge to entice,the relinquishment of position,in return for short-lived attrition;Conceiving multiple moves ahead,capricious impulse is put to bed,springing traps and double attacks,halting pawn storms in their tracks;Developing pieces with precision,foreseeing weaknesses with... - [Tuned Out Until Benny Hill Comes Back On](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/03/tuned-out-until-benny-hill-comes-back-on/): By Mike Hickman I can remember the plastic and polish and warm dust smell of the Radio Rentals VCR. Betamax. Piano keys. A spring-loaded eject mechanism that would have your arm off if you weren’t careful. It existed for the... - [Dark Christmas](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/03/dark-christmas/): By: Nwanne Ifeanyi 25th December. 11:03pm Hung to my back, I carried her as i ran through the street of Thomas. “Don’t give up on me, please don’t” I begged Maggie, though she was unconscious, I still felt she could... - ['Dementia Rhyme and Reason' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/03/dementia-rhyme-and-reason-and-other-poems/): By Stephen Kingsnorth Dementia Rhyme and Reason But is there clearer path, amazed,a way out, exodus release,to paddle, flooded verse averse,these streams concurrent, tidal flux,when ripping yarns tear from the coast,another Minotaur from deep,Leviathan, behemoth,a Babel in Marianas Trench,pretender to... - ['The Heat of the Mad Dogs' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/03/the-heat-of-the-mad-dogs-and-other-poems/): ‘By Peter Magliocco The Heat of the Mad Dogs Cripple me not, wild child, like a booted bagWhirling through the spin cycle of timeDrying out the husk of me.I saw you enough times come throughThe Vegas airport in the late... - [Perpetua](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/03/perpetua/): By Therese Gilardi             Luminous days had come to Rome. The reach of the Empire was expanding, and the conquest of Britain was well under way. A Colosseum was rising, where there would be gladiator fights and mock sea battles.... - [Grace](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/03/grace/): By: Todd Matson Words had been weaponized against him. “Nobody likes you.”  “You’re ugly.”  “You’re annoying.”  You’re a moron.”  “You’re a loser.”  “You were born by mistake.”  “You’re weird.”  “Everyone hates you.”  “I wish you were dead.”  “Just die, no... - [Our Cantilevered Democracy](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/02/our-cantilevered-democracy/): By: Debra N. Diener American democracy is lauded as structurally solid, composed of three strong equal governmental branches balancing and supporting each other for the good of the country. The fallacy of that assumption repeatedly emerged over these past four... - [The Cackle —A Cautionary Tale](https://literaryyard.com/2021/04/02/the-cackle-a-cautionary-tale/): By: Debra N. Diener I’m suddenly stabbed in the top of my right foot. Simultaneously, I yelp in pain, look down at my foot and could swear I hear someone cackling like a storybook witch right above me. Blood is... - [In Pursuit of Agape](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/05/in-pursuit-of-agape/): By: Thabi Moeketsi The dancing mango leaves have suddenly changed into Goliaths. Minutes before Pontso had laughed and played, peace all around. She looks up and screams, “HELP ME LORD.”  It’s breakfast time but Pontso  Modike is miles away from... - [The Child](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/05/the-child/): By: James Aitchison Fear not for the children.The wheel spinsand gives new soulsnew paths to walk.Every life is taken from this earthat an appointed timeas part of its eternal series.The younger life is often taken first,because it has ascended faster... - [The Harvest](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/05/the-harvest/): By: Dennis Vannatta Gus Penders had been born and raised and at the age of fifty-nine still lived in the Belle Harbor section of Queens, New York, but he felt set apart from other natives of the area due to... - ['The Little Thief' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/05/the-little-thief-and-other-poems/): By: Mahathi THE LITTLE THIEFDon’t stop but pamper Him, that prowler slyToddling with grace towards your kitchen door.Be sly like Him and His exploits espy!That thief, the worlds don’t hate but sure adore,Now there inside scooping butter and cheese.But lo... - [Remembering Jawaharlal Nehru](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/04/remembering-jawaharlal-nehru/): By: Ramlal  Agarwal Jawaharlal Nehru was an aristocrat: a connoisseur, a lover of luxury and beauty. And yet, he was a democrat to his fingertips and rarely mixed parliamentary sessions. Mahatma Gandhi chose him as Prime Minister of India because... - [Growing Our Sails](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/03/growing-our-sails/): By: Frances Leitch Sea Gift Sea – giver of lifeSea that delights as waters splashSea that fills children’s heartswith merrimentSea that carries shellsfor them to shoreSea that sings a songwith the windRoars like a lionessand cries not butAlways gives the... - [The Green Streetlight](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/03/the-green-streetlight/): By: Dmitry Blizniuk The ineffable…I’ve walked into your trap.I went to a spring late at nightand froze like a armless statue in the middle of an autumn garden.What should I do? Should I grab with my teeth the knotty pencils... - ['The Night, Full of Impossibilities' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/03/the-night-full-of-impossibilities-and-other-poems/): By: Steven Bruce The Night, Full of Impossibilities That the cold lips of nightwould emit some insight. That the coffee could stay hotand poems would write themselves. That our eyes could be awake forever. That our burdens and regretswould be... - ['Sailing' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/03/sailing-and-other-poems/): By: Ken W. Simpson Sailing A lonely boat in an angry oceanrolling with the wavesheaving and shedding the seasdiving deep and risingsurging towards a calmer haven. ### The Detritus of Evolution Distant echoes of familiar placesblurred and aged by timeof... - [Loving Mom](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/03/loving-mom/): By, Karen Lee Stradford Lillian Maria-You’re the first personto show metrue love,teach meto respect myself,othersand worship God. My best friend-It’s difficult to express exactlyhow much you mean to me.Somehow, no adjective seems suitable.You’re a proud lady who knowsshe’s blessedand leads... - ['A Midnight Walk Around My Neighborhood' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/03/a-midnight-walk-around-my-neighborhood-and-other-poems/): By: Bruno Rescigna A Midnight Walk Around My Neighborhood The peace and safety of daylightgive way to the suspicions of darkness. Sounds imperceptible in daylightgrow ominous in the night’s quiet.A leaf scraping across a sidewalkcould be a footstep.Parked cars become... - [To Catch a Star](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/03/to-catch-a-star/): By: Rina Olsen The laptop shut with a curt clack. He leaned back and ran a hand through his hair, pushing a sigh out from puckered lips. His hand curled around the tiny chocolate box, which screamed can you find... - [The Bully](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/03/the-bully/): By: J. Ross Archer Tommy Stone, a fourth grader with a deformed leg, watches his colleagues playing softball. The resident bully, Clyde Bedingfield, walks by Tommy, bumping him with a knee and sending him sprawling. Tommye is slow getting up,... - [Secret Death](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/03/secret-death/): By: Karen Lee Stradford We grew up together,next door neighbors.Our siblings close in ages, like steps. We were always full of life, playinghide and seek in the backyard,running around the basesand riding our bikesto the corner store for snacks. We... - [Three Summer Haiku](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/03/three-summer-haiku/): By: Jim Bates Early morning sun.Casting golden glowing light.Dewy grass sparkles. Summertime gardenFlowers blooming cheerfullyRefreshing the soul. Fresh corn-on-the-cob.Sweet golden and white kernelsTasting of summer. - [Jhabvala’s Heat and Dust: A Double-decker](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/02/jhabvalas-heat-and-dust-a-double-decker/): By: Ramlal Agarwal  Ruth Prawer Jhabvala came to India in 1951 after her marriage to an Indian Parsi architect and settled in a posh locality of Delhi. She had earned her M.A. from London University by writing a thesis about... - [Michael Ondaatje’s The English Patient: War and Love](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/02/michael-ondaatjes-the-english-patient-war-and-love/): By: Ramlal Agarwal The English Patient by Michael Ondaatje was declared the Golden Man Booker winner, a special one-off award to celebrate the 50th anniversary of the Booker Foundation in 2018. It was chosen as the best work of fiction... - [The Marietta Hole](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/02/the-marietta-hole/): By: Raymond Greiner The year was 1947, my seventh. On Saturday mornings my Dad accompanied me to the YMCA for swimming lessons. We took the streetcar from Vienna, WV to Parkersburg, a six-mile trip. The streetcar clattered, as the operator... - [Meditation: a lifeline to sanity in a world gone crazy](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/02/meditation-a-lifeline-to-sanity-in-a-world-gone-crazy/): By William T. Hathaway Humanity is in crisis. Our social structures are crumbling. Institutions that had seemed secure are now breaking apart. Politicians are figures of contempt. Once-respected news sources are distrusted. Schools have devolved into internment camps. A dozen... - ['Special Enough' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/02/special-enough-and-other-poems/): By: Richard LeDue Special Enough To those who are always the victor,remember defeats can be smallas cobwebs we can’t reach with broomsor large like an arachnophobiawe don’t talk about,and that losing is what makes winningpossible, especially when everyone’sgiven a gold... - [Just with the mind](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/02/just-with-the-mind/): By Patty Somlo Sarah Miles leaned against the white metal railing, as the ship made its way along the coast. White houses topped with red-tiled roofs spilled down the lush green hillside, not letting go of an early-morning pastel pink... - [A Brilliant Original Air Car Interior Designer](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/02/a-brilliant-original-air-car-interior-designer/): By: Tom Ball      Michael C. was a brilliant interior decorator who was in demand. He preferred to do the modern style which involved sexual paintings and plush interiors in black and white. But he also liked the elite style... - [Thoughts While Playing Tennis](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/02/thoughts-while-playing-tennis/): By: Ethan Goffman If I drive the ball hard into the backhand corner that’s his weakness. It’s working—he’s not that athletic. Can’t hit while on the move. Also not that bright—not able to figure out how to defend the corner.... - [The Violin](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/02/the-violin/): By: Bruce Levine Avery laughed. It was a bitter laugh. He’d been through it before, many times in fact. And each time it had gotten harder.             Losing a bid at an auction happened, but this one hurt more than... - [The A to Z of A.L.T.: The Fabulous World of André Leon Talley](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/02/the-a-to-z-of-a-l-t-the-fabulous-world-of-andre-leon-talley/): By: Elaine Lennon Abyssinian Baptist Church, Harlem, NYC.   The oldest congregation of African Americans there is in New York State. My sanctuary! My saviour! I live in faith, hope and light. And love! Love! Anvil, The. New York’s prime gay... - [Superficial Detachment](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/02/superficial-detachment/): By: Deogratias Kagali I was chasing the clouds all alongMy gaze fixed to the heavensMy feet treading blindly on earth I invested my all to this questUnnoticing the world around meGrowing insensitive to the reality. People to me seemed to... - ['Ancestors' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/02/ancestors-and-other-poems/): By: J. K. Durick Ancestors I can picture them, can’t youOur ancestorsThere in their huts and hovelsImagining a new life elsewhereThinking of moving onWanting something betterFor their children, grandchildrenEven their old ageI picture mine finally gettingTired of the acceptedThe things... - [I Left Pieces of My Skin in China](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/02/i-left-pieces-of-my-skin-in-china/): By: Anya Barlett there along The Bundas my reflection fadedinto the hazebefore I crossed the Huangpu Riverto Nanjing Road,the world’s busiest shopping area.The sun a forgotten friendto my face as my nervessweated off my skin, sinkinginto the ground under my... - ['A False Epistemology' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/02/a-false-epistemology-and-other-poems/): By: KJ Hannah Greenberg A False Epistemology A false epistemology, affected steadfastly, makes life unlivable.Even had we most desired effects, services, we’d need miracles.Truth persists as consequential to originators, to people aspiringTo gatekeeper roles for questionable plus indisputable purposes. Altruism... - [Dirt Bike](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/02/dirt-bike/): By Karen Lee Stradford I’m 16 today.I got a dirt bike.After years of asking, I knew that my parents would finally give in.I can’t wait tocruise.The envy of my friends. First thing I need is to learn to drive.At the... - [Story with the Sad Girl](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/02/story-with-the-sad-girl/): By Harrison Abbott I’d just finished work for the evening and I walked to the bus stop in an elated mood. I got to the stop and checked the screen for the bus times and my one was due in... - ['Don’t Go There' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/02/dont-go-there-and-other-poems/): By: Leigh-Anne Burley Don’t Go There A child in the wombhears whispers ofgrievances trapped inclouds of vapor We walk apart withblood splattered facesuse our tonguesas battering rams Behind crooked smileswe shake hands in suretyto pledges disrespected Yellow police tape snakesaround... - [In Her Country](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/02/in-her-country/): By David Conte He arrived at Berlin’s Tegel airport at eleven in the morning on a Saturday. The American Tourist suitcase by his side, the previous year’s Christmas gift from his mother, was bursting at the seams. Standing there, slumped,... - ['Brother Sores' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/02/brother-sores-and-other-poems/): By: Bryce Johle Brother Sores Forget how we ulcered. You used to trail pearled ropepast classroom windows, stitch into microfoam,veined maple mecca. I was a squirrel hopping fenceposts,along a Van’s-trotting hipster, cracking the pearls,harvesting cardigan fruits as if I found... - [The Ceremony](https://literaryyard.com/2022/08/24/the-ceremony/): By: Peter Wakefield Kitcher 22 November 2003 Sir, As my wife and I had been assigned as “Spectators” to the last National Ceremony, I have been asked to give an account of the proceedings. I have interviewed many of those... - [Which Nothingness Shall We Choose for Us?](https://literaryyard.com/2022/08/17/which-nothingness-shall-we-choose-for-us/): By: Jeffrey Delano Davis The raw chickenin the frying panpulpy, thick, sinuoussheared apart with scissorsolive oilhaphazardlydrizzled, burner unlit, your thin tremulous handsracked with sunspotsand varicose veinslightly touched your lip. “How long has this been sitting here, Ma?” This horrorstarted so... - ['Trudge or Fly?' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/08/16/trudge-or-fly-and-other-poems/): By: Stephen Kingsnorth Trudge or Fly?As soles pace paving, up aloftthe pupils pointing brick above,learn walls a street scene gallery,frames overlook, day’s oeuvre show,evolving exhibitions, years.Who owns the wall, the sweeps supplied –a brush with property and law –but bills... - [I’ve Been to the Desert with Dewey Bunnell](https://literaryyard.com/2022/08/16/ive-been-to-the-desert-with-dewey-bunnell/): By: Todd Mercer It’s infuriating and impossible to understand: my person refused to name me. Who does that? Every other horse in this stable? Normal names. At first I thought it was an oversight, but then it struck me how... - [Unusual Diners](https://literaryyard.com/2022/08/16/unusual-diners/): By: Clive Aaron Gill When I interviewed for a server job two years ago, the restaurant owner, Mr. Emiril Fieri, said, “Dean, Casa Tua has the ambiance of a classy private club on the Italian Riviera. My patrons expect excellent... - [A Christmas Tale in the Time of Corona and a Visit to Alethea](https://literaryyard.com/2022/08/16/a-christmas-tale-in-the-time-of-corona-and-a-visit-to-alethea/): By: Amrita Valan Christmas came. But wearing a mask this year. The mask came on too late for Patrick Lee. He succumbed at fall, on All Hallows Eve actually. Pigheadedly insisting masks  don’t stop the virus till the virus stopped... - ['Revelations' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/08/12/revelations-and-other-poems/): By: Ken W. Simpson Revelations Ghosts are memoriesthat refuse to die live with demonsor drown in their tears. ### Sorrow The mountains of mourninggrieve for the deadin the white snows of winter. ### Surreal Reality hides from the subconscious mindin... - [For the First Time](https://literaryyard.com/2022/08/12/for-the-first-time/): By Taylor Dibbert Neither,Resurrection,Nor,Revival,What,They’reBuilding,Together,Is,Something,Completely,Different. ### Taylor Dibbert is a widely published writer and journalist. He’s the author of the Peace Corps memoir “Fiesta of Sunset.” - [We measure afternoons in smoke](https://literaryyard.com/2022/08/12/we-measure-afternoons-in-smoke/): By: R.T. Castleberry WE MEASURE AFTERNOONSIN SMOKE. Early May sinks us,that sends vines creeping toblooms ascent on terrazzo walls;chases battering windsalong canopy sidewalks,through beggars on bikesbartering in desert camo. As I stand at a Belleville cornerwatching my prospects fade,church bells... - [Intentional Geometry](https://literaryyard.com/2022/08/12/intentional-geometry/): By: Raymond Greiner       Today I have been thinking about geometric patterns and shapes, their intention and purpose, the obvious, the less obvious, and those, which are more ambiguous.  I’m thinking about geometry’s vast and profusely influential melding with Earth’s... - ['Scattered' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/08/04/scattered-and-other-poems/): By: Roger G. Singer SCATTERED here at thisearth place dust liftsfrom thesmooth walkway carried withoutchoice releasedunequally ontodistant places as the partsscatter anddivide ### REFLECTION the moonin the mirror it’s strengthpulls the gazeand tidesto itsbright crooked smileor its dark sideof mystery... - [My Third Life](https://literaryyard.com/2022/08/04/my-third-life/): By: Pragya Dhiman I come from a world where lizards bathein toilet tanksand turn into salamanders slippery,like salivating tongues hungryfor their next meal in the dry drought of a sticky heat. I come from a placewhere if you clean the... - ['Rescue' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/08/03/rescue-and-other-poems/): By: Karen Lee Stradford Rescue Somehow, you knew I needed you.You found me when I was lost. My weakness was so obvious.You refused to leave my side. I depended on you to come around.After all, cats are curious.I know that... - [Beads](https://literaryyard.com/2022/08/03/beads/): By: Valentin Emelin at first the sound of tearing stringand sunlight candy dropsgot scatteredon the tile floortheir touch of polished amberwas smooth like silkalas I don’t rememberthe namerhymes with a beardno that’s the facedon’t see it clearly behind the wheelin... - [The Almirah](https://literaryyard.com/2022/08/03/the-almirah/): By: Chilaikalaan This morning bought with itself an idea.An idea that I should clean my room.I started by making my bed.I picked up the novels and kept them in a rack.I picked up the clothes and kept them for washing.I... - ['Arty Facts' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/08/03/arty-facts-and-other-poems/): By: Stephen Kingsnorth Arty Facts These artefacts of pilfered swag –fact – much museum art is theft;as folk stare through the looking glass,what of reflecting, facing past? Unless it’s evidence in court –proceeds of crime not norm display,an oeuvre brochure,... - ['Without Fanfare' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/08/02/without-fanfare-and-other-poems/): By: Jacquelyn Shah Without Fanfare Without fanfare hoopla handshakeswithout publication or proclamationbenefit of billboardswithout the expectation of applause or awewithout a murmurthe mind starsin its quiet littlebreakdown Dull drum of come on come on nowcontrapuntal noand utter disregardfor the head’s... - [Tales of the Sea](https://literaryyard.com/2022/07/29/tales-of-the-sea/): By: Edith Gallagher Boyd Ricky marked his calendar when the visits drew near. Sometimes Momma stayed for  cousins’ week, and sometimes she left us in Nana’s care. We brought our sleeping bags as we never knew how many young people... - ['Time’s Celerity' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/07/28/times-celerity-and-other-poems/): By: Michael C. Seeger Time’s Celerity Time’s celerity astonishes me;Hastening death with its insatiate clock —Remorselessly tick-tocking a decreeNumbering my days and hours in its lock. Ignored in youth, the days went unnumbered.Misplaced time seemed to go on for hours.In... - ['Side effect' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/07/28/side-effect-and-other-poems/): By: John Grey SIDE EFFECT I get down on my kneesand smell wildflowers.What started asas a childhood curiosityis now habit.Colorful or plain,my nose isn’t particular.In its time,it’s breathed ineverything frombreathtaking purplesto plain whites,from the lushest,the showiest,to the most demure.Some offer... - [Her Face](https://literaryyard.com/2022/07/27/her-face/): By: Emmanuel G G Yamba The charm that holds meA spell cast upon my beingA beautiful face unleashEntices me to staringI’m bewitched and clench Like the rainbow in the skyThe face drape my lifeThe only tree in EdenThat feed me... - ['I Wish I Was More Prepared' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/07/27/i-wish-i-was-more-prepared-and-other-poems/): By: Cailey Tarriane I Wish I Was More Prepared. Left to be governed by moonlightUnequipped, flightless and never was Been loved like a daughterNever learned how to spread out wingsBecause I am daughtered Glints of the moon or I’m left... - [Women’s Poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/07/27/womens-poems/): By: Kathleen Bryson So weary of poemsabout oysters and eggsand bone, and pearls,with delicate allusions tomemento mori and organzawith Victorian references and forced rhymeswith frail loose endingsto stanzasSo tired of wordsused in poemslike coiled and sweetand violet and dryso bored... - [Uriel Fox and the Terminus-Calculator](https://literaryyard.com/2022/07/18/uriel-fox-and-the-terminus-calculator/): By: John F Zurn     Long before Uriel Fox had traveled the world searching for some purpose for his life, he lived in a number of boarding houses.  He resided in these residences because they usually proved to be inexpensive,... - [Tagore’s Legacy of Kabir:  Did the medieval mystic help shape Rabindranath’s Gitanjoli?](https://literaryyard.com/2022/07/18/tagores-legacy-of-kabir-did-the-medieval-mystic-help-shape-rabindranaths-gitanjoli/): By: Mozid Mahmud Kabir’s life still holds importance in a society in pursuit of the one true Lord, steeped in religiosity and caste. He was born at a time when the Hindu-Muslim strife was raging across the subcontinent. Divided into... - [Proserpina, 8 A.M.](https://literaryyard.com/2022/07/18/proserpina-8-a-m/): By: Leda Glass I hold my toothpaste in my mouthAnd let it burn new holes. A pathetic attemptAt cleanliness,Maybe far too close to godlinessFor somebody like me— My inner cheek flesh,That suede bitten blanket,May have been twice rebornAnd a half,... - [The Snow Globe](https://literaryyard.com/2022/07/18/the-snow-globe/): By: Aanika Gajendragad “Nisha, come down for dinner!” “You ask me to clean and then call me to eat when I’m cleaning…” I mumbled to myself. “Nisha!” “Coming, mother. I’ll be there in 15.” Mom kept asking me to clean... - [Un-Cry Me](https://literaryyard.com/2022/07/18/un-cry-me/): By: Joe Barca your poemgently broke meall the tearspent up inside stalagmitesand stalactitesin the caveof my unconscious your wordsa shock of sparrowsrelentlessecho through me the ghosts of lossthat haunt usa fatherand a daughter the riverand the water - ['Lost Drunk Desires' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/07/18/lost-drunk-desires-and-other-poems/): By: George Gad Economou Lost Drunk Desires visiting whorehouses without caring to get action, toobroke to afford special services, yet wishing to breathe in the rough atmosphere,yearning to taste again the essence of joints Ionce frequented more than home—I felt... - [Live Music Feeds The Soul](https://literaryyard.com/2022/07/18/live-music-feeds-the-soul/): By, Karen Lee Stradford It’s been a long day.I can use a distraction.My sister Lynn invited me to anoutdoor concert,guaranteed to make me forget my troublesand lose myself in the music. With no questions asked, I prepare for the greatest... - [An Echo From The Stars](https://literaryyard.com/2022/07/18/an-echo-from-the-stars/): By: Raymond Greiner     Preparing for winter.  It is mid-October and the trees are spectacular.  I anticipated autumn to be less colorful.  We had such a dry summer; driest of the ten summers I have lived at this place.  The... - ['History of a night' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/07/15/history-of-a-night-and-other-poems/): By: Emmanuel G G Yamba History of a night maybe this is why the scripture saysweeping may endure at nightbecause the sun smileis engulf within the cloud& the moon looses it’s tasteon the lip of the sky all through the... - [Exchange of letters between the pundit and the painter](https://literaryyard.com/2022/07/15/exchange-of-letters-between-the-pundit-and-the-painter/): By: Pawel Markiewicz Bijou among pearlets of an epistolary art Exchange of letters between the pundit and the painter The epistle No. 1 as long SMS dispatched The 5th May 2022. At the most picturesque dawn Dear painter! I woke... - [Inez](https://literaryyard.com/2022/07/15/inez/): By James W. White Inez is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead,... - [Write to the Wire](https://literaryyard.com/2022/07/15/write-to-the-wire/): By: Callie Walker The visiting poet, Nikky Finney, told our class that we must sit in the saddle, keep hold of the reins, and finish the race. We’d heard the advice to “just keep writing” from professors, peers, and other... - [Homeless](https://literaryyard.com/2022/07/15/homeless/): By, Karen Lee Stradford Open your heart.Show kindness and let someone in-that person who has nothing to eatand nowhere to sleep.Shelter is their necessity. It’s hard to imagine a world wherepeople struggle to survivein a prosperous land.There must be a... - [The Great Train Robbery](https://literaryyard.com/2022/07/15/the-great-train-robbery/): By: James Dickman Close to the one-horse town of Wilcox, Wyoming, about six miles west of the old Rock Creek train station, Butch Cassidy a chiseled-jawed bank and train robber, bit the end off of his long thin panatela cigar... - [My baby's new womb](https://literaryyard.com/2022/07/15/my-babys-new-womb/): By: Dwit David Philip I conceived and carried you for nine months,I delivered you the day you are born,I had sleepless night when you are in womb,It was always good, when kicking and beating my pregnant womb Today you are... - [Where else could God be?](https://literaryyard.com/2022/07/15/where-else-could-god-be/): By: Alexander Perezz WHERE ELSE COULD GOD BE? Veil draped lovinglyFine-knitted embroideryOver your death mask Now there is nothing for herNot then here there being to beWhere else could she be? UnfamiliarMammals eat their young aliveThey don’t moralize Funny how... - [Shahtoosh](https://literaryyard.com/2022/07/15/shahtoosh/): By Reena Kapoor This is the third time in three months that she’s called. I hesitate. I want to help. Gosh, I’d love to help. What an example, a woman like her could set! Especially in our community, our well... - [Toenails and Zombies](https://literaryyard.com/2022/07/15/toenails-and-zombies/): By Eric Burbridge             “Get up hurry! Put your hands in the slots, convict.” Dillard Wamchukie shouted those words through the barred opening in my cell. “They coming, hurry!”             “How’s the zombie war going? Those shells whistling over mean... - ['Speed Of The Falcon' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/07/15/speed-of-the-falcon-and-other-poems/): By: K. A. Williams Speed Of The Falcon The falcon perchedon the speed limit sign.It was Sunday,and there was no trafficin the neighborhoodat that time of day,so I stopped the car.But as soon as I hadthe camera on my phoneready... - [Gravitational Waves](https://literaryyard.com/2022/07/15/gravitational-waves/): By: Nate Tulay “Are the ripples in spacetime created by merging black holes aspiring differently if you are much closer, say within a couple of light years verses the few billions that we been detecting.” – StarTalk In simple English,... - ['Conscience v. Science' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/07/15/conscience-v-science-and-other-poems/): By: Nate Poko Tulay Conscience v. Science This experience that we call life,is a little too complex to end with death;A cycle of forgotten rebirths,we flow purposefully with time. Toiling through our gifts and interests,we endlessly strive from one life... - ['Hydnora' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/07/15/hydnora-and-other-poems/): By: Christian Ward HydnoraHydnora africana Emergence brings a land based starfish.Mottled lava-hard skin on this flower.Strawberry margarita flesh. Openingreveals Hydra heads: extrasfrom Little Shop of Horrors. Stitchesfor teeth. Of course, we can’t forgetthe faeces smell. Dung beetle groupieswilling to sacrifice... - [Childless](https://literaryyard.com/2022/07/12/childless/): By, Karen Lee Stradford Some things in life are puzzling to me.I spent many days wondering why I wasn’t blessed with a childto love and nourish,call my own,guide through lifeand provide for. Somehow, it was never the right seasonfor me... - ['Measure of Belief' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/07/12/measure-of-belief-and-other-poems/): By: Sushant Thapa Measure of Belief Take a stroll of faithAgain, the day is yours.Meet me on a fine mornI will greet you with my offerings.I do not forsake the emblems of loveLikewise, religion speaks to meOf an essence of... - [Captains The Word](https://literaryyard.com/2022/07/11/captains-the-word/): By Dominic Tramontana Forks and knives clinked against the metallic trays in the mess hall. The observation window stretched along the outer wall revealing the empty void of space to all the crew mates. Every mealtime cycle was loud. After... - [Three Haiku](https://literaryyard.com/2022/07/11/three-haiku/): By: Jim Bates ***Morning dew sparklesTiny droplets glisteningRays of sunlight dance. *** Immense starry nightPassionate lovers embraceCorpuscles racing. *** Rocky shoreline agatesWaves lapping over caramel swirlsFrozen magna moment. - [Can a poem… ](https://literaryyard.com/2022/07/11/can-a-poem/): By: James Aitchison On the eve of destruction,can a poem stop a bomb?On the eve of destruction,can a rhyme save the world? Words won’t win wars,but they will survive,and like graveyard crosses,define the edges of civilization. - [An Immigrant’s Story in three parts](https://literaryyard.com/2022/07/11/an-immigrants-story-in-three-parts/): By: Del Lobo Part I: My parent’s home is all I know. It’s a familiar world but there is a paucity of space. Never mind our home, the whole city is over-populated. And the noise! The proximity of people, animals,... - [Past Due](https://literaryyard.com/2022/07/11/past-due/): By: Michael Summerleigh Somebody came through the door of the Rose & Crown and a slash of sunset snuck in with, knocked him blind for almost a minute, so he didn’t actually see her walking up to his table. The... - [The Carousel of Happiness](https://literaryyard.com/2022/07/11/the-carousel-of-happiness/): By: Debra N. Diener I have ridden on the Carousel of Happiness. I remember everything about it so clearly — —bright red/blue/green/gold/purple lights multiplying in number as they flashed off mirrors overhead and on every surface of the carousel, –... - [Insomnia’s Heaven](https://literaryyard.com/2022/07/11/insomnias-heaven/): By: Vandana Sharma As the night blankets the world,and stars sing a lullaby,insomnia’s heaven rises just right. The world is quiet,its silence- an elixir,for the hungry spirits,lost in the day – light. Night’s stillness,a refuge,for the countless thoughts,scattered away like... - ['How I Will Visit My Ancestors' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/07/01/how-i-will-visit-my-ancestors-and-other-poems/): By: Mubarak Said How I Will Visit My Ancestors a day will come,i may be seenon the mountain tops,like a hungry lionathirst for food.i will be there, not to hunt a game,but to see the thatched houses,down the hill.remember, if... - [The Male Helper](https://literaryyard.com/2022/07/01/the-male-helper/): By: Padmini Krishnan “Sammy, our new housemaid is a guy.” I put my piano practice book down and looked at my 9-year old brother, Rex, trying to absorb what he said. “Are you kidding me? There are no male housemaids.”... - [Of Their World](https://literaryyard.com/2022/07/01/of-their-world/): By: Evelyn Jin When I think of Terra, I think of how Mama used to tell me tales of the stars. I was just a child, maybe seven or eight, when she’d clutch me tight to her chest with one... - [Losers](https://literaryyard.com/2022/07/01/losers/): By: Dan Yonah Johnson July 1969, West Side of Columbus, Ohio In the field behind the school, Julian DeCroix was fixing to fly his model rocket. Other kids huddled around. The rocket was an alternative type. It didn’t have a... - ['Distant is the morning' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/06/30/distant-is-the-morning-and-other-poems/): By: R.T. Castleberry DISTANT IS THE MORNING Rain dries on a windy street.Heron skulks the horizon.Never trust a Capricorn’s worduntil you know how it falls to his favor.Leaves pile before me in skittering sweeps.Desert dust scrapescirrus crystals from the sky,drains... - [Torn pages](https://literaryyard.com/2022/06/29/torn-pages/): By: Stephen Faulkner             When for some odd reason the subject of alleys come up in conversation the people I talk to immediately presuppose an urban setting. They never think in terms of a town or a village, only a... - [The Tale of Four](https://literaryyard.com/2022/06/29/the-tale-of-four/): By: Medha Godbole Singh Shruti scuttled about in the kitchen, giving finishing touches to the pasta salad and Matar Paneer. She garnished the Paneer with Coriander and added a dash of oregano to the salad. Cleaning the sides of the... - [All about the Owl Métier  ](https://literaryyard.com/2022/06/29/all-about-the-owl-metier/): By: Rehanul Hoque At the stroke of midnightWhen under the sway of darkness and dead silenceAll the animals and beings giving way to slumberStand still, as if time hasn’t changed over years-Then some party animals remain obsessed withWomen and wine;... - [Portraits of Failed Leadership: Rhee Syngman and Mohammad Ashraf Ghani](https://literaryyard.com/2022/06/29/portraits-of-failed-leadership-rhee-syngman-and-mohammad-ashraf-ghani/): By Tei Kim A few years before the Korean war, World War II ended in 1945, releasing Korea from the 35 year reign of Japanese control. The Soviet Union had control over North Korea while the United States had control... - ['The Limits of Metaphor' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/06/29/the-limits-of-metaphor-and-other-poems/): By: David Francis The Limits of Metaphor People get off the busthat’s lit up like an ocean linerin front of the neon burglar-barredfood store-tattoo-modeling studioand they disperse in all directionsthey might be going to apartmentsor places of businessopen on a... - [Cornerstone](https://literaryyard.com/2022/06/29/cornerstone/): By: JW Burns Alan sat in a puddle.             “…doesn’t pay enough. Twice in three months I’ve had to call my father just to get by—you know how I hate that—so I’m seriously looking.” Sharon’s voice jumped from a thick... - [Rakibul Hassan’s Joler Gopon Golpo: Exploration of Human Pain](https://literaryyard.com/2022/06/29/rakibul-hassans-joler-gopon-golpo-exploration-of-human-pain/): By Mohammad JashimUddin Rakibul Hassan is a promising poet of 1990s. He has published more than twenty books of poetry and has written eight novels including Agnika Andhar, a novel that boldly exposed the dark side of universities, and a... - [Willow](https://literaryyard.com/2021/08/17/willow/): By: Rachel Chitofu I’m bewraying the head at the backof my neck. 360 degree rotation.The human door mat, skull sculptedbut unhued—thread of pointers. Redalarms. Beach shells. footprints—racially unspecific; lead tothe local store.An unravished pourof coldblack beer Mr Brown knowswhere it’s... - [The autumn's symphony](https://literaryyard.com/2021/08/17/the-autumns-symphony/): By: Sherzod Artikov The existence of other seasons is a lie                                       There is only autumn in this world,darling.   (Shukhrat Arif) I was late for “Le Procope”  restaurant. Maftuna had already arrived and was sitting at a table, flipping through... - [Mapped: The Most Translated Books in Every Country](https://literaryyard.com/2021/08/16/mapped-the-most-translated-books-in-every-country/): As the world celebrates Book Lover’s Day on the 9th of August, the online language learning provider Preply released a report on The Most Translated Books in the World. Preply has compared 195 countries and researched the most translated book... - ['Kissing you//Kissing the moon' and other poem](https://literaryyard.com/2021/08/16/kissing-you-kissing-the-moon-and-other-poem/): By: Kusumita Kanango KISSING YOU // KISSING THE MOON Kissing you, I thinkwould be like kissing the moonTouching my lipsTo the dusky horizonAs you come upAnd lingeringTill dawnSteals u away. Kissing youTasting the myriad ofEons oldManhandled emotionOn your silken tongueGetting... - ['Lost Sagacity' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/08/16/lost-sagacity-and-other-poems-2/): By: KJ Hannah Greenberg Lost Sagacity By sounding smooth or inviting, sagacity often vanishesAmong words, turns of phrase, weird little expressions. Consider; a surfeit of depression, weight gain, glandularTrouble, fatigue can be sourced to rhetorical brouhaha. When fighting “monsters,” one’s... - [After the storm](https://literaryyard.com/2021/08/16/after-the-storm/): By: Bruce Levine They all gathered after the storm to assess the damage. Only once before, as far back as anyone could remember, and probably in all of recorded weather history, was there so much intensity for such a prolonged... - ['Photograph Truth' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/08/16/photograph-truth-and-other-poems/): By: Duane L Herrmann PHOTOGRAPH TRUTH Young woman lookingutterly uninterestedat the tiny formsucklingat her breast.No emotional connectionor responseto her first born.What is she thinking,impassive face,towards this childof her womb?There is no joy,no amazement or delight. What a hell it becamefor... - ['Army Buddies' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/08/16/army-buddies-and-other-poems/): By: Carl Papa Palmer Army Buddies He starts in on one of his“that reminds me of when”war stories he’s repeatednumerous times over timeto us fellow retirees at his table, but this particular onehe’s busy telling us nowis his third time... - [Browsing](https://literaryyard.com/2021/08/16/browsing/): By Mike Hickman Back when Betty Boo was still Doing the Do, and I’d no idea what doing the do meant (which should tell you everything), I’d linger in Our Price and I’d look at the albums. And this was... - [Review: Oliver Lomax ‘God Missed the Last Bus and Walked Home’ WCML May 2021](https://literaryyard.com/2021/08/15/review-oliver-lomax-god-missed-the-last-bus-and-walked-home-wcml-may-2021/): By: Josh Brown Even before you read a single poem you know, this is something special! There’s the intriguing, quirky title and the 69 acknowledgements listed at the end. Not a dreary collection of names that mean nothing to the... - [Serpent](https://literaryyard.com/2021/08/15/serpent/): By: Ramprasath Rengasamy     I wondered if many years of experience in healthcare industry and excessive exposure to sick people, has confused my sensibilities. According to the world, mine was a forbidden relationship but according to me, world is nothing more... - [The Last Garden Contest](https://literaryyard.com/2021/08/15/the-last-garden-contest/): By: Jim Bates “And the winner is…”             Blake Jorgenson held his breath. This was it. This was his chance. Was this the year he’d win first place in the Long Lake Garden Contest? He closed his eyes and thought... - [Ode to Humanity](https://literaryyard.com/2021/08/15/ode-to-humanity/): By: Dr. Gulshan Ara Listen, carefully, listen to the drum beatThe inherent drum beat played by nature’s orchestraBe quiet, just listen, listen to the drum beat The howling wind dancing around the Grand CanyonThe Gospel being played incessantlyBy the restive... - [The Meaning of Life: Two Mottos, their messages, and their significance](https://literaryyard.com/2021/08/15/the-meaning-of-life-two-mottos-their-messages-and-their-significance/): By: Rohan Sharma The traditional Native American saying “Leave the earth as you found it” seems to have a meaning that has more to do with nature and taking care of the Earth’s physical environment rather than a more social... - [Wrong Address](https://literaryyard.com/2021/08/15/wrong-address/): By Eric Burbridge             “I didn’t hear anybody at the door, Marsha.” Craig said and opened it. “You were right.” He looked down there were two styrofoam boxes with vital refrigerate content labels on them. He stooped and carefully lifted... - [The Lighthouse keeper](https://literaryyard.com/2021/08/15/the-lighthouse-keeper/): By: The Birch Twins July 1981 “There’s plenty to do on the south coast for a young lad,” said my uncle, a paternal hand resting on my shoulder as we waved my dad goodbye,” he won’t get into trouble here.”... - [To Dine Eccentric](https://literaryyard.com/2021/08/15/to-dine-eccentric/): By: Prashil Kumar That day Anil peered into his own bedroom. The coast was all clear. There was nothing to worry about. At least not in the present moment. Or in the future few. Anita was busy. Too busy actually.... - [Ode to a Misogynist](https://literaryyard.com/2021/08/15/ode-to-a-misogynist/): By: Connie Woodring I don’t blame you for hating women, but let’s start at the beginning. Born of ova (female) and sperm (male) you can only divest yourself from half of your existence.Your first sensations are of safety, comfort, warmth... - [Freed From Analysis](https://literaryyard.com/2021/08/10/freed-from-analysis/): By: Kim Farleigh Sheep bells clanged with the sheep’s escaping hooves in an olive grove where hikers gripped ropes connected to trees, the track, slippery from hammering feet, plummeting towards turquoise over which refugees in rubber boats had come, fleeing... - [The Birthday Treat](https://literaryyard.com/2021/08/10/the-birthday-treat/): By Andrew Wolczyk On the morning of his fiftieth birthday Alan Roome wakes with a sense of excitement and anticipation. He has great plans for the day. He rises, showers and dresses before his wife, Alison, wakes and he has... - [Provided You Are My Sweetheart](https://literaryyard.com/2021/08/10/provided-you-are-my-sweetheart/): By: Rehanul Hoque Provided you are my sweetheartBorrowing tints from aurora I will dye your silkWearing that silk, you will come to knowHow much of labor, exhaustion, decadence and miseryLurk beneath a thing of beauty. Provided you are my sweetheartYou... - [Blindfold Dating](https://literaryyard.com/2021/08/09/blindfold-dating/): By: K. A. Williams Here I am in a long line waitingfor my chance at some blindfold dating. This college party thing is weird – no doubt.But it should be fun to try it out. The girls and guys names... - [The Quackers](https://literaryyard.com/2021/08/09/the-quackers/): By: Barry J. Vitcov Buzzy and Clara fell in love at the duck pond. Of course, like no other romance, it started with the willowy and vibrative sounds of a saw being played crudely by wannabe professional basketball player Buzzy... - [A Blue Protective Cloak](https://literaryyard.com/2021/08/09/a-blue-protective-cloak/): By: Jules (my apologies, Williams) so much dependsupon a blue protectivecloak drenched with sweatand acrylic beside the pale whitebodies ### Jules, 23, is a literature student and instructor. He likes to read counter-intuitive and experimental poems. Some of his poems... - ['I'm always waiting' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/08/09/im-always-waiting-and-other-poems/): By: John McKernan I AM ALWAYS WAITING For a tiny splinterOf wood Long as this letter lThat weighs moreThan a baseball bat It will enter my skullAt a 90 degree angleAnd leave in two secondsI won’t even know it was... - ['Absence' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/08/05/absence-and-other-poems/): By: Sushant Thapa Absence As I ask the eveningmy prayers to healI am like a moth circlingthe white bulb of never dying painSomeone will pass by andswitch the bulb off.Sometimes, the sunshinedoes not glow;I am left untouched by it.The moon... - [World in the Grip of Coronavirus](https://literaryyard.com/2021/08/04/world-in-the-grip-of-coronavirus/): Dr. Gulshan Ara (Dedicated to the Doctors, Nurses & the first Responders: The Heroes in the front line) It feels strange, our world looks like an alien planetBarren, seemingly lifelessHumans caged in home, doors shut tightStreets desolate, neighborhoods and playgrounds... - [The American Dream: Is It just a Dream?](https://literaryyard.com/2021/08/04/the-american-dream-is-it-just-a-dream/): By: Sophene Avedissian In June of 1979, Clara Bedrossian, along with her husband and two daughters, left Iran during the Iranian Revolution. The Iranian Revolution was an uprising in Iran where the existing monarchy was overthrown and replaced by an... - [Mellowing Out](https://literaryyard.com/2021/07/23/mellowing-out/): By: Jim Bates Alicia Jorgenson set the cup down and said, “Here you go, Blake. A nice cup of chamomile tea for you.”             Blake held up a hand, smiled his thanks, and said in a low voice, “Come and... - [Our Kingdom Come](https://literaryyard.com/2021/07/23/our-kingdom-come/): By: David Leonard Thankfully the privacy curtain blocked his daughter’s view of her hospital room’s doorway. Dave knew his wife had called her Priest, she was very active in the church and knew him well, their daughter was not expected... - [Jewels of the North: a Carinthian State Champion´s perspective on the horses of Iceland](https://literaryyard.com/2021/07/23/jewels-of-the-north-a-carinthian-state-champions-perspective-on-the-horses-of-iceland/): By: Karoline Wimmer It is fair to say that most people have not seen ponies in the middle of a town. The same cannot be said for some inhabitants of Feldkirchen, a small town in Carinthia, Austria. Innocent passer-by´s have... - [Analysis: Poet Wordsworth’s ‘The Solitary Reaper’ and Poet Nazrul’s ‘My Lover Without a Name’](https://literaryyard.com/2021/07/22/analysis-poet-wordsworths-the-solitary-reaper-and-poet-nazruls-my-lover-without-a-name/): By: Dr. Mustofa Munir ABSTRACT:Poet Wordsworth as a narrator manipulated the image of an unknown solitary girl while she was singing and reaping crops in the valley of Scottish Highland. The other narrator Poet Kazi Nazrul Islam narrated his anguish... - [Everything You Need to Know Today. And Every Day.](https://literaryyard.com/2021/07/22/everything-you-need-to-know-today-and-every-day/): By Mike Hickman I’ll admit it came as a surprise to see it on the agenda. I had thought – perhaps we all had – that Ben had forgotten to ever ask; that it wasn’t part of his job description;... - ['Ghost' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/07/20/ghost-and-other-poems/): By: John Van Dreal Ghost At a divey place just off the sound, between Bellingham andFerndale. A rich palette of neon lighting, booze advertisements,dozens of small TVs featuring sports and sitcom reruns fillingthe den—the bar owners have made the interior... - [My Anthony](https://literaryyard.com/2021/07/20/my-anthony/): By: Ryan Thier I was talking to my Cousin Tommy when my mother grabbed me halfway between my shoulder and neck so hard it made my Cousin Tommy laugh and me writhe, squeal, and tilt like a de-winged fighter plane.... - ['That House' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/07/15/that-house-and-other-poems/): By: Shailja Sharma That House That house was a bubbleInevitably it burstIts walls had sketched outmy identityThe roof protected itPlenty of sunshinewindowed in and outFor good, the doors neverfirmly lockedInside was a randomness ofsights and sounds inwhich I belonged—The rattlingof... - [To Die For](https://literaryyard.com/2021/07/14/to-die-for/): By Balu Swami Amanda was holding Brad’s hand when he breathed his last. For almost an hour before he died, he kept saying, ‘I don’t want to die’ and sobbed uncontrollably. Each time, she coaxed him, saying, ‘It’s for your... - [Call Girl](https://literaryyard.com/2021/07/12/call-girl/): By: U.S. Khokhar The Sun removes the starry, dark blanket as a caring mother. But just as a normal kid, it takes a lot more than just uncovering to break the sweet dreams. The emerging sound of the city that... - [The Happy Cobbler](https://literaryyard.com/2021/07/12/the-happy-cobbler/): By: Ken Kapp             A long time ago in a small Carpathian village there lived two cobblers, Davut and Radut. They were cousins and had been taught their trade by an uncle who had no sons of his own. Both... - [Malaria Sun](https://literaryyard.com/2021/07/12/malaria-sun/): By: Okpeta Gideon The Sun rises at dawn and promisesa gleeful day； you may believeit’s holds same blisses across, whenyou set out for streets. With the forefingeryou hold a short khaki on the waistand hope for brighter skies. How astonshingdo... - [The Boy God Must Save](https://literaryyard.com/2021/07/12/the-boy-god-must-save/): By: Edidiong Ibanga He peeped within his soul and wondered why those tiny little gigles didn’t last more than a tick of a clockThen he’s reminded that a lasting joy must start from one then transferred to anotherIt somewhat flows... - [Naked in America](https://literaryyard.com/2021/07/10/naked-in-america/): By: Duane L. Herrmann My name is Marut, the same as the god of the wind, and my family name is Jafari, which is Sanskrit and means little stream. My father said that, once upon a time, our family lived... - [The Failure](https://literaryyard.com/2021/07/10/the-failure/): By: Matt Nagin All day the phone rang. Bill Cartwright owed everyone: Wells Fargo, Visa, Home Depot, even a gastroenterologist on Madison Avenue who charged exorbitant prices for the snazziest colonoscopy in town. Bill intended to pay them all back.... - ['Good Bye' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/07/10/good-bye-and-other-poems/): By: Ivan S. Fiske Iv Good Bye I quarantined you in my heart,in the hands of my heartI held you carefullybut it’s likethe spaces between the fingers of my heartwere so wide that you seep through& I lost you& you... - [Billy Goat](https://literaryyard.com/2021/07/10/billy-goat/): By Christopher Johnson Billy Goat is the place, man.Blackhawks jerseys bleeding a pungent ocean of scarlet and Indian head.The congealing of people into creatures called Chicagoans.The crappy little tables laden with bottles of bubbles and hops,Stained with suds and Scotch... - [Joanie in the Morning](https://literaryyard.com/2021/07/10/joanie-in-the-morning/): By: Dennis Vannatta They’re our secret desires, Freud said of dreams.  If so, why does this endless night of dreams keep bringing me to such wretched places?  Empty streets under dour gray skies in one. Heat and dust in another. ... - [Agency in the Anthropocene: Michel Serres with feminist new materialisms](https://literaryyard.com/2021/07/09/agency-in-the-anthropocene-michel-serres-with-feminist-new-materialisms/): By: Ilgin Yildiz The predicament of our moment (Anthropocene, Chthulucene, Capitalocene…) calls for disruptive ways of thinking and acting. A (re)reading of Michel Serres with feminist new materialisms (FNM) can lead us towards creative, realistic, and pluralistic ways of understanding... - ['Maine fishing village, end of day' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/07/09/maine-fishing-village-end-of-day-and-other-poems/): By: John Grey MAINE FISHING VILLAGE, END OF DAY This evening’s oceanis murky blue. Locals swab their boat decks,rid the planks of today’s fish smell,make way for tomorrow’s. It’s been a good day for their pots,their nets. Storms roll inbehind... - [Tandav (Cosmic Dance)](https://literaryyard.com/2021/07/09/tandav-cosmic-dance/): By: Chandra Shekhar Dubey The rhythm woven in swift stepscascading light dispelling fear,evanescing darkness.The howl of storms spellingmystic hiatus between creationand destruction in feast of fury.Cosmic energy unleased in torrents,breaks the silence of thunderfilling the sky with strings of lightbeneath... - ['Effects' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/07/09/effects-and-other-poems/): By: J.K. Durick Effects You just like the sound effectsof moving, of getting upthe sound your knee makesor is it your hip this time.It’s become a measure you usea counting up, or downtiming you from where you areto where you’re... - [Incapacitated](https://literaryyard.com/2021/07/09/incapacitated/): By: Tamoha Mukhopadhyay Last night exasperation ravaged my door,Manifesting futile loveMy vanquished soul broke into merciless tremors.The walls of my heart painted surreal shadows. Anguish blared in the tune of my anklets,In The Dilapidated construct of nightmareWhich blew across my... - [Three Women in Sofia](https://literaryyard.com/2021/07/08/three-women-in-sofia/): By Ellis Shuman I remember meeting Milena the day I rode on one of Sofia’s rusty orange trams for the first time. I remember boarding, searching for somewhere to validate my ticket. The ticket was a thin piece of paper,... - [Painting](https://literaryyard.com/2021/07/08/painting/): By: Anthony Ward             Will painstakingly painted the same scene over and over. Like Monet’s Rouen Cathedral. Except this was no cathedral. It was the stone wall that enclosed his own back yard at the end of the lawn behind... - ['Christmas Lucky Ducks' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/07/08/christmas-lucky-ducks-and-other-poems/): By: CLS Sandoval Christmas Lucky Ducks I hadn’t heard much from my dad in yearsJust a text here and thereMostly my choice He always sent strange giftsMaybe they were only strange because he didn’t really know meI never really let... - [A haunting litany](https://literaryyard.com/2021/07/08/a-haunting-litany/): By: Moulay Cherif CHEBIHI HASSANI A haunting litanyOf love that can’t be deniedPainful absenceLoss of fragranceOf a fallen liveHere and there, livedSo much bitterness swallowed! And the end of the road a blatant truth,An imminent separationWill love triumph over so... - [Zero](https://literaryyard.com/2021/07/07/zero/): By Ranjit Kulkarni Why did God give the human species the intelligence to invent the mobile phone? Sitting alone in a plush restaurant in despair, young Rakesh Oswal threw his phone away. Even in the AC of the restaurant, his... - [End of the Mask Mandate](https://literaryyard.com/2021/07/07/end-of-the-mask-mandate/): By: Jim Bates The old man sat staring out the window of his apartment. The mask mandate had been lifted and people were flocking into the city’s streets to celebrate, some even dancing. He thought about his dear wife, lost... - [What’s so compelling about love stories?](https://literaryyard.com/2021/07/07/whats-so-compelling-about-love-stories/): By: Giulia Imperioli The reason why we read literature, read nonfiction, read poetry, and absorb the lyrics of songs is connection and seeking of higher meaning/understanding. Reading and consuming art is purely a social act – we hold a magnifying... - ['Ocean of Pain' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/07/07/ocean-of-pain-and-other-poems/): By: Bakhtiar Ahmed Ocean of Pain I am floating in the vast oceanof pain, the ocean so beautifulso placid, so dark, so infiniteevery cell in my bodygetting personal attentiontortured individually, torture, somethodological so thorough, not evenone cell, not even one... - [Trajectory](https://literaryyard.com/2021/07/07/trajectory/): By: Patrick Tong after K-Ming Chang & Topaz Winters Let us, my father reminds me in our bedroom / kitchen /lobby. Let us forcep the facts, a forensic of friends,first-timers, and foes. Let us brief over the bygone. Once,for some... - [Did Frodo Make it to Mordor or Not?](https://literaryyard.com/2021/07/07/did-frodo-make-it-to-mordor-or-not/): One Courageous Translator Kept Readers in the Soviet Union Waiting Years to Find out By Rex Bowman Anyone old enough to remember the Soviet Union, or anyone who’s studied the history of that mercifully defunct nation, knows that one of... - [Brief Case](https://literaryyard.com/2021/07/07/brief-case/): By: Alex Andy Phuong A personal caseThat includes aBrief momentIn enigmatic time.Dealing effectivelyWith the sublime.Time does pass byBy and by,Yet the ones whoActually do tryTake the initiative,And move through actionThat could causeReactionsRather thanNegative repercussions,And choose to helpWhile refusingIdleness - [Honoring George Floyd](https://literaryyard.com/2021/07/06/honoring-george-floyd/): By: Dr. Gulshan Ara (Unarmed George was killed by a white police officer in Minnasota, USA, on May 25, 2020;This poem is dedicated to “George Floyd”) O, George, you are the voice of eternityThe voice of imprisoned soulsWhispering incessantly, longing... - ['The imponderables' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/07/06/the-imponderables-and-other-poems/): By: George Freek THE IMPONDERABLES (After Mei Yao Chen) In this mountain hideaway,the sun shines invitingly.A calm breeze hardlystirs the river’s water.Drunk, I stand in my doorway.I hear the cry of an unknown bird,and watch young squirrels runin their mindless... - ['Black pool' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/07/06/black-pool-and-other-poems/): By: DS Maolalai Black pool something sickly stumblesand shambles from the sea,splasheslike black pools,rippledthrough black water. somethingwhich grows wartsand lank grey feathers,clucks and callsitself Dublin (dubh linn)and spreads itself outsouthward to Brayand brays up Louthand soundly,spins out houseslike fish on... - [Poems: 'The Day (The Music Died?)' and 'Brainiac Maniac'](https://literaryyard.com/2021/07/06/poems-the-day-the-music-died-and-brainiac-maniac/): By: Amrita Valan The Day (The Music Died?) An adult year crampsEasily intoOne childish day. Between each sunriseAnd sunsetA lifetime garners,entropy from ennui. BoredomCreative idleness,Childhood’s idyllicParadiseEnters the mazeThe buzzkillThe monotonous daily grindPeels the tender rindsOf sanity.Orange is the new blackTo... - ['I know your notes' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/07/06/i-know-your-notes-and-other-poems/): By: Strider Marcus Jones I KNOW YOUR NOTES sat with you,reflections bondover the pondof summer solstice, and Mr Blueskywith eggy eyesubliminally sends Otis into ribbons and ripplesof hair and faces,through sensual tricklesin hidden places that glances bringon summer wind.i know... - ['marbles to lake a lake' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/07/05/marbles-to-lake-a-lake-and-other-poems/): By: J. D. Nelson marbles to lake a lake the wheel of the barren worldthe marching pow is the fangèd danger the galactic name of the forkthe brain of the knuckles the floral eyebrowthe scum radio the name of he... - ['Canine Litmus' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/07/05/canine-litmus-and-other-poems/): By: Christine Naprava Canine Litmus I’ve owned dogs that have lasted longer than you and I.Dogs with nervous guts and singing skin,dogs with weight and dogs with ribs visible,dogs with teeth bared and dogs with teeth drowning in decay.Dogs born... - [James Letang, Genealogist](https://literaryyard.com/2021/07/05/james-letang-genealogist/): By: Bruce Levine Friday was only three days away, but to James Letang, it seemed like an eternity. Actually, to almost any nine-year-old, three days can seem like an eternity when they’re waiting for something to happen. In James’ case... - ['Cinema' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/07/05/cinema-and-other-poems/): By: Christian Ward Cinema The first film I sawat the cinema was Mastersof the Universe with DolphLundgren and Frank Langella.I was seven and bored,wanting the minutesto scurry like mice. I startedpicturing a western insteadof the drab ‘80s movie:Saguaro cactuses intimidatinglike... - [Mrs Grierson](https://literaryyard.com/2021/07/05/mrs-grierson/): By Harrison Abbott I was in home economics class in high school and there was this scary, chronically angry teacher called Mrs Grierson whom we all had to respect, for some reason, despite her shouty aggressive ways. I was bad... - [The question of identity](https://literaryyard.com/2021/07/05/the-question-of-identity/): By: Karoline Wimmer “How do you identify? Do you feel more Austrian or more Indian?” my grandfather asked me last week during our family lunch. I had not anticipated this and was silent for a minute as I contemplated my... - [In Love with Autistic Students](https://literaryyard.com/2021/07/05/in-love-with-autistic-students/): By Frank Kowal       Less than one year after I had retired from a full-time teaching position in the New York City school system, the Covid-19 pandemic hit us.      But as 2020 progressed and the pandemic began to wane,... - [Parts That Are Spare](https://literaryyard.com/2021/07/05/parts-that-are-spare/): By: David Pike Standing around,waiting for somethingto happen,used to beas exciting as it would getduring adolescent years,small town style. All the whilelife went onas it always did,with little to report,and days and weekswould driftinto something or other,or nought. But it’s... - ['a computer, dad' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/07/05/a-computer-dad-and-other-poems/): By: Carl Papa Palmer a computer, dad like going to the libraryonly quickerwe can stay right here not a TV, a video monitorto watch what is typedview search results it can’t see you, dador hear youno need to whisper okay,... - [On recycling](https://literaryyard.com/2021/07/05/on-recycling/): By: James Aitchison Poetrychanges the shapeand substanceof memories.Circling truths,exposing them,crushing them.Until nothingremains ofthe original.Not one jot. - ['Roman de la poire' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/07/05/roman-de-la-poire-and-other-poems/): By: Charlotte Cosgrove Roman de la poire The first time the heartcame out of the bodyAs a tokenIt was cradledIn the hands of manGifting his affectionWith a pear.He mustHave been sweatingLonging forThe sumptuousnessOf the fruit.For her to takeA bite.Peel the... - ['Walking' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/07/05/walking-and-other-poems/): By: Aleksandra Lekić Vujisić Walking I am walking on the needles of past livesThat fit so nicely in the portrait of my pain,I am holding onto sparkling memoriesThat never wanted to hug loss and shame. I am leaving without any... - ['When the World Was Silent' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/07/05/when-the-world-was-silent-and-other-poems/): By: Jim Brosnan When the World Was Silent Beneath the milkyshadows of a blue moon,I cautiously follow youas we hopscotchthe beige bouldersof the breakwater.We stop to watchreturning lobster boatsheading to port,the hum of diesel enginesfilling the August airbefore we sit... - [Magic](https://literaryyard.com/2021/07/05/magic/): By: Michael Degnan It was ten minutes before the bombs went off that Charles first saw her, the woman of his dreams, in a park in Washington DC. She sat cross-legged on the grass, strumming a guitar. A soft breeze... - [Loss of Integrity](https://literaryyard.com/2021/06/21/loss-of-integrity/): By: Farumbo Why do i always feel judged on my lookLike re-reading your favourite parts of your favourite book ?Why do i feel this pain deep inside ,If I suffer for eternity i may just deeply cry . When i... - [Depression Years](https://literaryyard.com/2021/06/21/depression-years/): By: Raymond Greiner The year is 1928, and the United States is suffering an economic depression. James Abernathy graduated from high school in Indianapolis, Indiana and awarded a scholarship at the Chicago Electrical Institute. James drove his Model T ford... - ['The Mystery Man' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/06/17/the-mystery-man-and-other-poems/): By: Bruce McRae The Mystery Man His atoms were formed inside exploding stars.He’s not at home on any planet. Grace. Élan. Savoir faire.Attributes beyond his ken and reckoning. He stands outside in the heaving rain.And how else does one capture... - [Growing Old](https://literaryyard.com/2021/06/17/growing-old/): By: Chandra Shekhar Dubey How many times I have whisperedSoftly in your ears that I am getting old.My hair has grown grey and bald patcheshave overgrown here and thereoften reminding of my dropping shouldersand sunken chest peeping through soggyeyelines and... - [Why #KindnessMatters is an Epic Success?](https://literaryyard.com/2021/06/15/why-kindnessmatters-is-an-epic-success/): By April Mae M. Berza Being a part of the UNESCO campaign together with the RoundGlass Foundation called #KindnessMatters allows me to be kind and compassionate not only to others but also to myself, bringing out the best in me... - [Neon](https://literaryyard.com/2021/06/15/neon/): By: Jim Bates I’m a third generation Neon sign repairman. I live in southwestern Minnesota near the town of Wells in a singlewide trailer on land my great grandfather farmed. I live with my son Conner and I’m teaching him... - [Rainbow, Colorfully Colorless!](https://literaryyard.com/2021/06/15/rainbow-colorfully-colorless/): By: Rehanul Hoque If light is lifeThen VIBGYOR is the secret codeOf life, that speaks volumes forExistence. Daubed with a paintObjects and beings become colorfulAs much as to declare‘I exist’.On the contrary, the absence of colorMakes life dreary and drab... - [The Watchmen of Perdition](https://literaryyard.com/2021/06/12/the-watchmen-of-perdition/): By: David Leonard “I’m telling you this bitch will blow us both,” Devon told his buddy Tommy just before huffing one of two lines of coke he’d just finished meticulously chopping into as fine a powder as his debit card... - [Like a Degenerate](https://literaryyard.com/2021/06/12/like-a-degenerate/): By Harrison Abbott He didn’t seem like a degenerate when I married him. He used to be sweet and funny. We tried to have a baby; I couldn’t conceive, and I think he was silently angry about that. In our... - ['Seeing her, or his, body' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/06/08/seeing-her-or-his-body-and-other-poems/): By: Carolyn Adams Seeing her, or his, body always startles.The contours are generallythe same, with a fewunique differences. Faces, with theircomplex expressions,hide what won’tbe givenwillingly. But that landscapeof the frame,warm, soft,inviting and blameless planes,can’t keepdeep secrets. Vulnerabilities are exposed. The... - ['Don't Stay Indoors In The Springtime' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/06/07/dont-stay-indoors-in-the-springtime-and-other-poems/): By: K. A. Williams Don’t Stay Indoors In The Springtime Squirrels run down oak trees and siton their haunches munching acorns.Fearlessly, a mockingbird darts inamong them to snatch a big grasshopper.Butterflies of many colors flutterhere and there with the breeze.Hummingbirds... - [Why are you thinking about dingoes?](https://literaryyard.com/2021/06/07/why-are-you-thinking-about-dingoes/): By: William Teets Man, listen. You can petition the Lord with prayer, but that’s not going to change anything. And deep inside Joey knows that, even if she doesn’t admit it. She is well-aware her prayers, sparking votive candles, isn’t... - [My Dear Margaret](https://literaryyard.com/2021/06/06/my-dear-margaret/): By Hayden Sidun My dear Margaret, Too much time has passed since you departed this world. I’m writing to you to apologize. I only wish you understood the kind of stress I was under to make ends meet. I was... - [Time Bomb](https://literaryyard.com/2021/06/06/time-bomb/): By: Amrita Valan Himadri squeezed out a cup of lemon juice. Carefully crushing two tablespoons of fennel to a fine soft powder. When the chicken had finished cooking in its own juices, to a delectable golden-brown, he sprinkled the spice... - [Am not](https://literaryyard.com/2021/06/06/am-not/): By: Nathan Leslie He’s that weird kid. He’s that kid who smells like moss. He’s that kid who dangles chicken necks off the dock for hours at a time. Nobody knows that kid. Why wouldn’t you want to mingle with... - [Seeking A Promotion](https://literaryyard.com/2021/06/06/seeking-a-promotion/): By: Edith Gallagher Boyd             After my friends left, I peeked into Sophie’s room while she lay sleeping. Megan had baked chocolate cupcakes for her and I noticed a streak of chocolate on Sophie’s cheek. My heart clenched with fierce... - [Stay](https://literaryyard.com/2021/06/03/stay/): By: Don Tassone      Ben had fought in a “forever war” for 20 years when the US finally pulled out.  He had passed up nearly two dozen chances to end his tour and go home.  Not that he cared for... - [Hillside village](https://literaryyard.com/2021/06/03/hillside-village/): By: John E Caulton Jed rides the bike down the hill. The breeze freshens his face. His jacket and trousers flap like bunting in the slipstream. As he speeds down the gradient his eyes moisten and small tears flick behind... - [Blue Stain](https://literaryyard.com/2021/06/01/blue-stain/): By: Sheila Henry Slavery was abolished in America almost 200 years agobut the system refuses to relinquish a sad historybinding young black men as they remain preyand are locked up in a system to perform free laborblue mood cops the... - [White Washing History Against a Blackening Afternoon Sky](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/20/white-washing-history-against-a-blackening-afternoon-sky/): By: Keith Hoerner $10,000 downGets you inYour choice ofRanch or two-storyIn prestigious Nooning Tree “Is there one, a Nooning Tree?”“Of course,” the saleslady answersLoose strands of hair catchingThe corner of her mouthLike a lie Tempered by talk of traditionShe motions;... - [Half Dark](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/19/half-dark/): By: Harvey Huddleston A combine harvests the field.  It’s a field where something grows, something green and leafy that is consumed by the masses, alfalfa maybe.  But the leaves aren’t separate.  They cling to one another in a green clump... - ['Airportions' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/19/airportions-and-other-poems/): By: Isabelle Hoida Airportions the distinctness of life: the motorboat noises of a distant memoryi was chugging underneath the propeller,chopped up like the dishes of seaweed,tumbling around and around in a spin cycleof wetness. and it feels lonesometo interact with... - [Flavor of warmth](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/19/flavor-of-warmth/): By: Vanaja Malathy tired of drudgery and monotonyof work- life balancei headed towards my mother’s housefor a change relaxation and diversiona humble looking small housewith patches clear on its roofpaint peeling of its wallsa rickety gate creaked as i set... - [Much ado about nothing: Rushdie's Satanic Verses](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/19/much-ado-about-nothing-rushdies-satanic-verses/): By: Ramlal Agarwal Ever since The Satanic Verses by Rushdie was published in 1988, it has had horrendous ramifications. There have been a number of instances of arsenic and vandalism. A Japanese writer named Horoshi  Igarari, who translated it, was... - [Four Fall Haiku](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/19/four-fall-haiku/): By: Jim Bates Autumn lake so calmA hunting loon dives deeplyInto a golden sky. Pumpkin carving timeScooping out stringy innardsGoopy slimy fun. Maple leaves glowingSwirling down orange in the windLike flaming feathers. Special light of FallGolden ElectricityRe-charging the soul. - [The Crystal People](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/19/the-crystal-people/): By: Tom Ball I      Our people here appeared as crystal see through people. And we lived on pure energy which we got from the sun. We were not humans, but rather a different race altogether. However, most of us... - [Normalcy](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/18/normalcy/): By Andrew Kim Many people desire to be normal. Although society preaches the value of individuality, the reality is that most people still want to be normal. The dictionary defines normal as, “conforming to a standard; usual, typical, or expected.”... - [The Valley](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/18/the-valley/): By: Allison Hall My head is ravenous; it needs to feed.But I have nothing – no clonazepam,No ambien, no dolls, not even weed.I’ve done all that my shrink asked: swam,Walked, ran, and talked. Nothing helps – I still needA dose... - [Autumnal Sonnet](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/18/autumnal-sonnet/): By: Pawel Markiewicz The mist heralds a dreamy, tender Apollonian dawn.I philosophize about wings of hawk or king – sparrow.In amazing grove at the Blue Hours – was born here a fawn.You should adore as well as praise charm such... - ['Candy' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/18/candy-and-other-poems/): By: Domonique P & P A painter the poet acquainted, a lovely woman, her name Leroux.Her paintings were splendid, especially her works by the Sea.The songwriter was a hungry poet; Leroux offered him some food;The scent of the Blue World... - [The Girl on the Cover of Life Magazine](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/18/the-girl-on-the-cover-of-life-magazine/): By Ruth Z. Deming Under the chandelier in my dining room is a cover from Life magazine. It has held up well over the years. The price is ten cents. A yearly subscription costs $4.50, and I am not foolish... - [Deckhand](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/18/deckhand/): By: Christopher Johnson                        “Hey, Smith, yer T-shirt looks pink!” Larry Cuccinelli said, spitting out a laugh that hovered somewhere between playful and malevolent. He poked Paul in the shoulder. Paul was sitting next to him in the galley of... - ['Give me some skin' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/18/give-me-some-skin-and-other-poems/): By: RC deWinter give me some skin there you sitowning yourself magnificentlyso at home with who you are that’s irresistiblethe sight of someonecomfortable in his own skin no tricks no gamesno attempt at disguisecontent to just to be how did... - [Insecurities](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/17/insecurities/): By: Bharti Bansal I have always fiddled with the idea of happiness;Of being like my mother; sacrificial and toying with this act of compromisesSo everytime someone showed me that I could be loved too, I ranI ran towards them until... - [Weather Vane Rooster](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/17/weather-vane-rooster/): By: Leigh-Anne Burley April keeps her grandmother’scrystal and chinain a glass front cabinet.She cooks in battered pots and pans,washes chipped dishes and cups,hangs faded clothes on a line out back. Wonders if the red roosterperched on top of the peeling... - ['I stare down at the umber river' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/15/i-stare-down-at-the-umber-river-and-other-poems/): By: Aadi Desai I stare down at the umber river I stare down at the umber river embraced and blackened by the night the reflections of illuminated billboards lie on its surface. Here next to me, the prostitutes near a... - ['A Black Webbed Wasp' and other stories](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/14/a-black-webbed-wasp-and-other-stories/): By: George Munyasia A Black Webbed Wasp There is a blackwebbed wasp fidgetingin the thick wintrylight, determined to freeitself.The predatordraws closer. The poor preyflaps the half-brokenwing one more time.One more time. ### In Memory of Victor Paled star of my... - ['Dream Vault' and other stories](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/13/dream-vault-and-other-stories/): By: John Sheirer Dream Vault Delia hadn’t pole vaulted since high school, forty-six years ago. But now and random then, she climbed the air in dreams, toes grasping upward, sun highlighting her gooseflesh legs. Her dream slowed each time just... - [A Guide to Mindful Snacking](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/12/a-guide-to-mindful-snacking/): By: Sasheera Mehrani  Eating is a habitual process, a requirement needed to thrive. Snacking, however, is a pastime, something we enjoy doing; some of us, a little too much. But, what is the difference between healthy, mindful eating and mindless... - ['Wedding Ring' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/12/wedding-ring-and-other-poems/): By: Priya Chouhan WEDDING RING Curtains drawn, choking back the tears,loved him more than the love, my lips whitened. Curled myself into his arms, the scent of a beautiful bond fading,lying on the floor, with a heavy ring resting on... - ['A General of Butter Knives' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/12/a-general-of-butter-knives-and-other-poems/): By: Richard LeDue Old Poems Sometimes, reading my old poemsfeels like the closestI’ll ever get to time travel,as the person I used to besends a message through my present dayvoice, hoping to prove the pastmore than those moments one thinks... - [Portal Of Love](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/10/portal-of-love/): By: Raymond Greiner The Macintyre’s descended from Scottish wealth and immigrated to the United States. They acquired eight hundred acres of prime agricultural land in Alabama in the early nineteenth century and built a luxurious plantation house. Laborers were purchased... - ['Mudlarker’s Jewel' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/10/mudlarkers-jewel-and-other-poems/): By: Mary Bone Mudlarker’s Jewel I was the mudlarker’s jewel,washed in from the sea.You put me on a pedestalfor all the world to see.Of all the trinkets you found,I didn’t have the glam and glitter,until you washed off the mud.... - [Sonnet about Apollonian beauty of the world](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/10/sonnet-about-apollonian-beauty-of-the-world/): By: Paweł Markiewicz We think of the fascinating charm.We fantasize about wizardry.We ponder on the amazing bard.We reflect on poetic beauty. We muse about astonishing moon.We dream of the surprising vessel.We philosophize about fair throne.We describe awesome Indian summer. We... - [Stuck in September](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/10/stuck-in-september/): By: Alexey Tarasov The dawn is stuck in baked milk.The patch of window is trembling slightly.A mosquito is motionless on the ceilingWith a seed of pomegranate in its belly. This is the way the new yesterday comesAnd crawls coldly under... - [The Walk](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/09/the-walk-2/): By: Bruce Levine It had been a long morning. Dillon rubbed his eyes which felt strained from working at his computer for so many hours. He hadn’t realized that it was going to take so long, but then he wasn’t... - ['Love in Tranches' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/08/love-in-tranches-and-other-poems/): By: KJ Hannah Greenberg Poems Poems are emotional doodles,Word friends whose presenceComforts, harangues, equallyEvokes tucked away feelings.Bits and bobs of sentiment,Those assemblages of motesArouse the best memories,Over and above the foulest. If only mere language couldReturn sunny moments, elseProvide time... - ['Rally Brothers' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/08/rally-brothers-and-other-poems/): By: J. B. Fite RALLY BROTHERS Rally, brothers, rally to meWhile there is sufficient time.In the morning’s soft light I seeThe gate and our goal sublime. Do not fear the final struggleNor think but our cause is true.With brave hearts... - [Beatriz: Queen of the Bees](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/08/beatriz-queen-of-the-bees/): By: Linda Barrett Don’t cry for her,Argentina.She will be immortal.Her prose will warn manyOf what is already happeningIn our fragile world.Her body conquered cancerSo many times.While one young womanWas scythed by the Grim ReaperMuch too soon,Beatriz stayed on the earthLong... - [“Why India, and not America?” – my choice in 1970’s Japan](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/07/why-india-and-not-america-my-choice-in-1970s-japan/): By: Mayumi Yamamoto The US hegemony began during the Second World War and peaked some thirty years later. 1.Life is strange.Sometimes, just a short encounter leads us somewhere we never expected. The Japanese surrender of the Second World War in... - [Water, my dear South Indian friend (my letter to Akella Ramani)](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/07/water-my-dear-south-indian-friend-my-letter-to-akella-ramani/): By: Mayumi Yamamoto 1.It was in 1987.I was a student of Jawaharlal Nehru University,under the scholarship of the Indian government. Being a student of anthropology,I was required to learn a local language, andget used to the local way of living.... - [A Place to Live](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/07/a-place-to-live/): By: Raymond Greiner Habitat forms a foundation for living.  Global overview reveals habitats range from Buckingham Palace to cardboard shanties in third world countries.  Some live without a place of permanence sleeping in culverts or under highway overpasses.  The gentry... - [Letters to You](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/07/letters-to-you/): By: Adedoyin Ajayi You had this laughter, the kind that bubbled from deep within your chest, it rumbled forth from somewhere happy in you, like a wave rising from the deep and washing softly over everyone who stood by. It... - [Lake Views](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/06/lake-views/): By: Rita McDermott Peering downward from the sky…A painted picture of lush green trees Sprouting up from the groundLike clumps of broccoli. A green garden surrounding a still body of water Pools of diamonds sparkling on the surface Courtesy of... - [The Plight of the Giraffe](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/06/the-plight-of-the-giraffe/): By: Jayashabari Shankar Spotted with yellow and brownI roam the savannah till sundown,I am a tough and strong creature,But they admire only one feature-My long sturdy neck. They come in flocks to my home,Hoping to see me roam,“Ooh” and “aahs”... - ['Requiem for the Death of Humanity' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/06/requiem-for-the-death-of-humanity-and-other-poems/): By: Anpa Marndi Requiem for the Death of Humanity After asphyxiating all the facts, with chunksof deceptive darkness, you’ve dabbedeveryone’s eyes with black kohl. In the land of the bones—-the numb bodiesthe unrebellious, innocent docile mindsare coffined in the water... - ['Pride' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/04/pride-and-other-poems/): By: Ken W. Simpson Pride The nurses don’t strollthey stride resolutely and proudly. *** Boneyard Welcome to zombielandwhere old crones mingle to die in silence. ### The Treadmill Time is the mediumwe work with a method each day.       - ['From Grain to Fruit' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/04/from-grain-to-fruit-and-other-poems/): By: Kathryn Holeton From Grain to Fruit The sweet, fresh air lingers on open fingertipsGently caressing, gently raisingGiving birth to words from open lipsBringing in dark clouds laden with rainLike a captain to his ship-with the purpose of growing fruit... - [Leave Taking](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/03/leave-taking/): By: Earl Smith She opened the door just enough. He was lying on his back snoring softly. She listened to the rhythm of his breathing. It was shallow but slow and steady. His hands were outside the blanket and folded... - ['Cuttlefish' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/03/cuttlefish-and-other-poems/): By: Christian Ward Cuttlefish We wear the ocean for haute couturebut have upside down McDonald’s archesfor eyes in an unexpected show of humility.Misunderstood? You bet. We feed budgieswith the bones of our dead but few understandour enjoyment of aquatic flight,... - ['The Nap' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/03/the-nap-and-other-poems/): By: Erik Priedkalns The Nap I woke up from a dreamy nap.Not beautiful dreamy,but a slashing scene withshortness of breath, sweat drenched face,heart scooping sadness.I saw the boys when they were young,heard their blind faith chatter,relived the time before the... - [The End of the Town Dog](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/02/the-end-of-the-town-dog/): By: Michael Gigandet No one agreed if the dog apprehended his destruction or if he “never seen it comin’” like old man Forrest said. The old man had the best view from his bench outside the courthouse where he spent... - ['Grandma and the Memories of Octobers' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/02/grandma-and-the-memories-of-octobers-and-other-poems/): By: Paarmita Vedi Grandma and the Memories of Octobers A dense foliage of five auburn OctobersSpecked with dirty honey-brown nuts.On and Within.Daadi picks them up in her straw basket.Her soft dimpled feet kiss the lush crimson leaves.Leaves in sinful scarlet... - [Against The Currents](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/02/against-the-currents/): By: Cailey Tarriane His devious little body could be swept away by the ocean like a cat playing with a mouse. My brother’s feet would try to push deep in the sand, Mother and Father grabbing his skinny, numb-with-cold arms.... - [I Want to Marry a Poet](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/02/i-want-to-marry-a-poet/): By: Haleema Dalhat I want to marry a poetTo be seduced by his penTo cuddle in the ocean of his inkA romantic life well imaginedLife forever with a poet I want to marry a poetWho can turn my sadness to... - ['Spirit' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/01/spirit-and-other-poems/): By: Tabassum Tahmina Shagufta Hussein Spirit Oh my loveWith your love free my body and soulFrom Fetters.In your festival lights of loveOf this universe,I am a mere earthen lamp.Oh love,Add to it in the flame.The sparkling eternal flame of you... - ['Chrysanthemums On Her Grave' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/01/chrysanthemums-on-her-grave-and-other-poems/): By: Raj Ratan Mala Chrysanthemums On Her Grave Spine made up of porcelain tucked under a corset dressLipstick overlined for a DIY smile – a womanly drug to cure distress,“Tuck a chrysanthemum behind your ears, that’s the king’s favourite”Her nectar... - ['Nature's Touch' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/01/natures-touch-and-other-poems/): By: Noel Burra Nature’s Touch I am waiting. Longing. Yearning. For the rain to wet the cracks rippled along my dry lips.The breeze to sweep the hair brushing against my olive eyes. The sun to ripen the skin on my... - [The Hills of Don Dilli](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/30/the-hills-of-don-dilli/): By: Tan Bo Yan   When the door first flung open, I was greeted by the most welcoming sight. Glittering pearls floated through the hallways, the smell of fresh poppies filled the air, and just a mile ahead, a dazzling... - ['Genes' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/30/genes-and-other-poems/): By: Stephen Kingsnorth Genes With Pops, my grandmother made this,a pattern, poppies, spreading wild,our family, a tribe of aunts,count cousins, crawling, climbing trees,and siblings, toddlers up to teensa tapestry of what could bewith grief and loss or potency. Needle points... - [Sugar Angels](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/30/sugar-angels/): By: Harvey Huddleston At ten steps – fifteen maybe – Father Ivan turned back but the barrack was already gone.  Snow blasted east and west and north and south and up and down and back and forth, erasing everything beyond... - [Three Fall Haiku](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/30/three-fall-haiku/): By: James Bates Autumn EquinoxEarth aligning with the sunSunlight so precious. Burnished orange sumacFiery in day’s last lightWarming to the soul Bright harvest moonlightLunar magic raining downHelping dreams to grow. - ['Monsoon Markets Metaphors' and other poems ](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/29/monsoon-markets-metaphors-and-other-poems/): By: Kushal Poddar Monsoon Markets Metaphors On the monsoon mossy market wallsun lays down its merchandiseone by one. Already tired are its flesh.Clouds gossip about the imminent reclining.The shine stares me blind. 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Smooth and supple, a canvas of silicone stretched tight over framework bones. Your smile was a malleable one. You carried... - [6 Ways Books Spark Change: Exploring Literature's Power to Create Wider Impact](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/08/books-that-spark-change-literature/): Books have long been recognized as powerful tools that can shape minds, challenge societal norms, and inspire collective action. Throughout history, certain books have emerged as catalysts for change, igniting conversations, and inciting movements. In this blog post, we delve... - [6 Tools or Weapons We Need To Combat Global Warming](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/08/6-tools-weapons-we-need-to-combat-global-warming/): Global warming poses a significant threat to our planet, impacting ecosystems, weather patterns, and human livelihoods. As we face the urgent need to address climate change, technology can play a vital role in combating this global crisis. 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The early morning azure sky was dotted with sunlight and the fishing boat was cutting through the waters... - [The Invisible Force](https://literaryyard.com/2021/12/01/the-invisible-force/): By: The Self is Unknown”(David Hume) But I believe I shape sensibilities, invisiblebut able to visualize through tunnels withoutbeginning or end, to catch the salty essenceinside a planet’s breeze and these other-world palms that brush the clouds with aqua-tinted fronds... - [Passively watching you leave](https://literaryyard.com/2021/12/01/passively-watching-you-leave/): By: Matthew Birch IDrippingfrom my lipsthey form a pool LeavingI’m not ready in timeYou’re shoutingnot that loud it’s funnynow I can open the door Dried eyes and silenceI want to dive in again III put on my coatwhen the cold... - [A Safe Place](https://literaryyard.com/2021/12/01/a-safe-place/): By: Dawn DeBraal Deep in thought, I was walking through the field when I came up to the log cabin my great grandfather built in the high meadow. 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Sipping her morning cup of steaming coffee, a necessity in most south Indian households, she quickly ran through... - [Woman’s Best Friend](https://literaryyard.com/2021/11/24/womans-best-friend/): By: Glenn John Arnowitz She was the smallest one in the room. Her siblings pushed her over as they ran to us, begging for affection. But she just stood motionless, and we were both drawn to her calm and quiet... - [The Lingering](https://literaryyard.com/2021/11/23/the-lingering/): By: Anthony Ward The moon sanctioned itself upon him as he stood defiantly against the wind, watching a moth drawn to the light of the bedroom window where she slept. He wondered whether the seemingly insignificant impulse of its fluttering... - [Life](https://literaryyard.com/2021/11/23/life/): By: Alan Berger I have no answersI have no questionsI have not, nor I will find the road to blissNo matter the inspections But I have remedied this Do you notice things about you?Without being toldOr like meDo you have... - ['They Impose a Duty' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/11/23/they-impose-a-duty-and-other-poems/): By: KJ Hannah Greenberg Memories not Cancellations Cancel Culture did away with Mr. Potato’s head,Censored an epic picture show of the fallen South,From here to there, deleted tweetle beetle noodlePoodles, capsized monuments, likewise memorials,Similarly, smited abolitionist Hans Christian Heg’sLikeness. We... - [Here are the winners of Tata Literature Live Literary Awards for 2021](https://literaryyard.com/2021/11/23/here-are-the-winners-of-tata-literature-live-literary-awards-for-2021/): The prestigious Tata Literature Live! The Mumbai LitFest was announced at the grand finale of the Festival, which was held from 18th to 21st November. As always, the four-day Litfest, presented online for the second consecutive year, was a huge... - [Boots](https://literaryyard.com/2021/11/22/boots/): By: Vitalia Strait A pair of brown boots is all I have from you.Maybe they’re a little bit like the way you were,A tad scuffed and worn in, but beautiful too.I wouldn’t know; you wouldn’t let me remember. I unzip... - ['Deer In The Yard' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/11/22/deer-in-the-yard-and-other-poems/): By: K. A. Williams Deer In The Yard Some deer wereeating grass in my yard.I tried to take a picture,but the motion scared them.They leaped away.So fast.So graceful.So pretty.I hope they come back. ### Cat’s Visit I was going to... - [Nebraska](https://literaryyard.com/2021/11/22/nebraska/): By: Wyatt Tune             Well, last night I noticed there was something wrong with the transmission. The car slurred when it moved, and all sorts of terrible metal noises had started coming out of the hood. There were the thumps... - [Networking Coffee](https://literaryyard.com/2021/11/19/networking-coffee/): By: Robin Doody “Are you Michael?” Michael looks up from his phone just a little bit. He’s tall with brown hair that is longer on the top than it is on the sides—both spiked and combed. He has hazel eyes,... - [Zero Times One](https://literaryyard.com/2021/11/19/zero-times-one/): By: Elise Lerner I wake a life raftlost at sea. I pry my eyes openbut they spring shut.I march throughthe thick fog, of my soul. Fairies and goblinstaunt me, whisking awaylast night’s dreamseven after I beg themto stay. The only... - [Caravaggio](https://literaryyard.com/2021/11/19/caravaggio/): By: Harvey Huddleston Elliot wanted one of those watches with the black round dial so Andrew told him to check out Jacks.  Sure enough, there it was at a decent price.  Andrew was always good for things like that. It... - [Menominee](https://literaryyard.com/2021/11/18/menominee/): By: Christopher Johnson The Menominee Forest is thick with woods.The forest vaults across northern WisconsinNear Peshtigo where hell broke out and claimed the sacred lives of hundreds of Americans the self-same week as the Chicago Fire—1871.We have penetrated this forest... - ['Northbound Journey' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/11/18/northbound-journey-and-other-poems/): By: Lorraine Caputo NORTHBOUND JOURNEY We climb above thesmog of Quito. Nieve dustshigher mountain peaks. ~ ~ The fields of purple-flowered potatoes, green corn.Snow streaks Cayambe. ~ ~ ~ Through towns. Adobehomes one with the earth. Cook firesmoke seeps through... - ['Rubrication' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/11/17/rubrication-and-other-poems/): By: RC deWinter rubrication your skinbronzed by your labors in the sunis no soft envelopewrapping your bone and sinewit’s the parchment of years spentdoing what men doi want to illuminate the pagesof this book of hourslet me be the quill... - [Summing Up](https://literaryyard.com/2021/11/17/summing-up/): By: Anadi Naik The casket was made of Mahogany and brassLooked beautiful like the body it held insideWell-groomed, silken white hairAnd complexion like a kernel of sweet corn.Eyes closed, hands lying on the chest look so real !Not the same... - [The Effort of Two Hands  ](https://literaryyard.com/2021/11/17/the-effort-of-two-hands/): By: Charles Gibson A round physical object,embedded with a numericalpattern is affixed on a wall,within view of a regular influxof observers. The numbers areresting sturdily in their individuallyappointed dwellings, arrangedupright while in a circle whichsurrounds two hands … that havenever... - [Pandemic: A Series](https://literaryyard.com/2021/11/16/pandemic-a-series/): By: Cynthia Pitman Prologue: The Book of Omens Behind the old car,resting on cinderblocksbeside the barn,lies a beaten and broken book.Its weathered hidewon’t tell its name,and the rain-soaked pages,dirty and torn,won’t reveal its secrets.Only a few words peek out:diadem,garland,craven,oracles,. .... - [Blue](https://literaryyard.com/2021/11/16/blue/): By Nancy Kazar Julia increased the volume on her device, but it didn’t drown out the shrill voices of her roommates or stop their relentless banging on the door. Julia removed her headphones and threw them on her desk. “Julia,... - [Mr. Suffragette City](https://literaryyard.com/2021/11/16/mr-suffragette-city/): By: James Bates “Hey, man, leave me alone,” I yelled, pushing Eddie away as he tried to grab the only pay phone on the psych ward out of my hand. He was a big man and it was hard to... - [Poems: 'Liminal' and 'Box Camera'](https://literaryyard.com/2021/10/28/poems-liminal-and-box-camera/): By: Stephen Kingsnorth Liminal What was the moment you arrived,when you, the child, could be shown off,and they seemed proud to name you theirs?That liminal, transition point,when you know more than they, for sure,and they know that, with awe, inside,not... - [Passing the returning patients to the community test](https://literaryyard.com/2021/10/28/passing-the-returning-patients-to-the-community-test/): By: Constance Woodring It was spring, and the street was lined with cherry blossoms and magnolia trees. I stopped to appreciate the glorious fragrance that made me feel as if I were inside a talcum powder can. Ida picked a... - ['The Wind' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/10/28/the-wind-and-other-poems/): By: Jon Carter fear I can hear the drums under my feet,they are waiting at the wrong gatefor me now. sleep, it is only sleepthat I want – but even in deathsleep will not come. it’s the next thing, always... - ['Final Capsule' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/10/28/final-capsule-and-other-poems/): By: Ricky Garni FINAL CAPSULE I like chocolate and I like obituaries.Some people like dromedaries and machine guns.There’s a ride at Disney World called“It’s A Small World After All.” And within it,an even smaller world. The Circumference of the earth... - [Jump](https://literaryyard.com/2021/10/20/jump/): By: Vladimir Motchoulski The urchin told me to jump. “Jump,” he said. “Go on. Jump.” I looked away, down and away, toward the crystalline water shimmering at the bottom of the magnificent limestone gorge. Its seductive blue skin calmed the... - ['Our names' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/10/20/our-names-and-other-poems/): By: Roger G. Singer OUR NAMES a prairie start,shadows overyour eyes,jealous cloudssilently passbrushing outwinds andunansweredprayersdrifting downfrom abovewith reflectionsof paths missedand wordsof fire thatno rain couldquenchuntil the yearsof tidesfloated tothe surfaceour names ### RESTART it was the endof thingsand the beginningof... - [The Renaissance of Criticism: A Post-Postmodern Manifesto](https://literaryyard.com/2021/10/20/the-renaissance-of-criticism-a-post-postmodern-manifesto/): By: Trevor Anthony                      The dignity of the artist lies in keeping alive the sense of wonder in the world.                                                                                            –  G.K. Chesterton      The world loves nothing better than to blacken the radiant and drag the awe-inspiring through the... - [Death and a Parking Lot](https://literaryyard.com/2021/10/19/death-and-a-parking-lot/): By Divya Chandrasekaran The vast hospital parking lot lurks among the shadows. Its asphalt blends seamlessly with the dark horizon beyond. The sun continues her peaceful slumber, tucked just beneath the skyline. A dim flicker escapes a street lamp hundreds... - [Like mother, like daughter](https://literaryyard.com/2021/10/19/like-mother-like-daughter/): By: Kavita Sarin Lying awake in bedAt the ripe old age of sixteenI realisedFor the very first timeThat only a brick wallSeparated meFrom the tumultuous madnessThat ensued in the room next door. It really was the very first timeI realized... - ['Earthquake Weather' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/10/18/earthquake-weather-and-other-poems/): By: Don Thompson Earthquake Weather The air’s gone undergroundinto legendary deep cavernslocals believe in. And a river down therebroods in the dark—inexhaustibleaquifer of silence. Hot and dry and still.We look at each otherwithout saying what we know.** Dance Wind in... - [Cinders](https://literaryyard.com/2021/10/18/cinders/): By: K.McAllister Day 36: I’ve come to the conclusion that she is not coming back. The halls have been void of sound for a while now,  once the skittering of mice as they hunt for any type of sustenance was... - [Lilly Necklace](https://literaryyard.com/2021/10/18/lilly-necklace/): By: Seneca Schwarz A proud voice slithers its way through her otherwise crowded orifice.“Your maze of tubes won’t hinder me from getting out and consuming her.”It said, “I’m almost finished here, but my appetite is insatiable…and you look delightful.” “On... - [Post lunch (between the adverts)](https://literaryyard.com/2021/10/18/post-lunch-between-the-adverts/): By: Ross Maclean-Bryant 2. And I knew I’d do that through telephones.The teletext confessionalsAnd the brashness of bones Amidst the extendable nature of shortcuts,The video games familiar,Charging across the bowling greenWith a famished pair of scissors And though these fingers... - [Fruit Fight](https://literaryyard.com/2021/10/14/fruit-fight/): By Russell Richardson “Did you fuck with my fruit?” my wife called through the open bathroom doorway. We had long ago abandoned the formality of shutting the door when doing our business. But, yes, she had caught me. A new... - [Anti Voice](https://literaryyard.com/2021/10/14/anti-voice/): By: Hardeep Sabharwal If it is male Taunts will be focused on his caste, If he is heretical, questions will be made in the name of religion, If it is a female Her character will be dissected, and Jokes will... - ['As she moved' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/10/13/as-she-moved-and-other-poems/): By: John P. Drudge As She Moved Time stilledWhen she walked acrossThe roomStopping his mindIn its tracksThe inverted maskOf his fearFalling to the groundAs she movedSeeing somethingReflected in her eyesPerhaps doubtA dreamRegretA deep somethingYet unspokenBehind a smileOn the surfaceOf secrets... - ['Howling' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/10/13/howling-and-other-poems/): By Jon Carter peaceful nothing downtown sidewalkpeople walk bytalkingsmilingbrightignorant /happy teethunwilling to acknowledge that no easy thingslive in the chestand nothingmeaningfullivesout of it, beyond thema dying elm tree standsagainst the street,ideas like mulchsurrounding it as it’sstrangled by the sun-no rainno... - [First Full-Length Poetry Collection By Chapel Hill Poet Paul Jones Announced](https://literaryyard.com/2021/10/12/first-full-length-poetry-collection-by-chapel-hill-poet-paul-jones-announced/): “Poetry is a conversation between the present and the past with a hope for the future. A visitation with bards and griots, and a probe, like a wandering rocket, into parts yet unknown. A modernizing of a message in stone,... - [Connections](https://literaryyard.com/2021/10/10/connections/): By: Kevin Criscione Like ghost ships passing in the night or dark-hued mountains in the distance, each call a portal to a different untouchable world into which I was only offered a brief and unsatisfying glimpse.  I was thirty-two. I... - [Parents’ Evening](https://literaryyard.com/2021/10/10/parents-evening/): By Mike Hickman “I’ve never understood why they call it parents’ evening,” Mr Driscoll said to his wife as the parents waited amongst the shards of the children’s achievements. “It’s not about us, after all, is it?” Mrs Driscoll instructed... - [Dear Regular Yogurt](https://literaryyard.com/2021/10/10/dear-regular-yogurt/): By: Todd Mercer Dear Regular Yogurt, The jig is up, the show’s over. You had a steady run that lasted a long generation or so. Now it falls to me to tell you what you should have already realized. The... - [My Baseball Card Collection](https://literaryyard.com/2021/10/10/my-baseball-card-collection/): By Linda S. Gunther 1964. The Bronx. At 11 years old, I had a baseball card collection with over two hundred fifty trading cards I kept in an A&P grocery cardboard box under the bed. My cards were alphabetically organized... - [Secret Hand](https://literaryyard.com/2021/10/10/secret-hand/): By: Edward Wells One.  Names, on the other hand, are precise, unambiguous; one might even say rigid, fixed, unalterable, certainly inelastic. They are not the same thing, however. In the upper right hand corner is cerulean blending into cobalt, maybe... - [Daddy's Girl](https://literaryyard.com/2021/10/10/daddys-girl/): By: Carl Papa Palmer Removing the library card from my wallet,an old photo, her first day of kindergarten,comes to view through the plastic sleeve. She woke me early that morning, wantedto watch cartoons rather than go to school.This picture Mom... - [Tomatoes and tattoos](https://literaryyard.com/2021/10/10/tomatoes-and-tattoos/): By Ruth Z. Deming He is the last of the Porter Family. I hardly know him though I knew hisbrother Tom and his daddy, Luke.Drunks all of them.They live on the next street, a street that reminds us of a... - [The Game](https://literaryyard.com/2021/10/08/the-game/): By: Bruce Levine It was just a game. Tiffany and her twin sister, Brianna, played it often. At eight years old the girls made up many games, partially to alleviate the loneliness of their isolation, but, because they had each... - ['Athena to Arachne' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/10/08/athena-to-arachne-and-other-poems/): By: Chella Courington Athena to Arachne I can’t suppress envywhen your touch teases woolfingers long & agile twirling the spindle I warn youno mortal wins your bulls & birdsdivine debaucheries will succumb to my gods I shred your tapestrythread by... - [Desolate](https://literaryyard.com/2021/10/08/desolate/): By: Victor Azubike Effigies;Turquoise skies;Twin rainbows:FaintAnd prominent.Sunny afternoons;SolitaryTelecom masts;Derelict school Buildings;DesolateAnd barricadedFilling stations;Down and outFolksEking out a living. Crescents;Intersections;Hemmed in;At Wits’ end.City’s squareCrowdedBy lonely seats-Open spacesAndShrillSilencesWaiting for the nextSpectacular event,Solemn oath takingWith the holy booksOr traditional gun salute. Fleeting seconds:Lazy... - [An enchanted moment from bee-like Autumn](https://literaryyard.com/2021/10/07/an-enchanted-moment-from-bee-like-autumn/): By: Paweł Markiewicz the last autumn – beejust before epiphanybeehive fulfilled?bee looking at fallin the beehive – wingsand the timeless dreamed sparksmeek bees as heroesqueen bee in ruminationmarvel of buzzingan autumnal beesleeping or awakening – time?beehive as templefall adorationthe bee... - [Thin or Thick Limerick ](https://literaryyard.com/2021/10/07/thin-or-thick-limerick/): By: Carl Papa Palmer In her quest to become a trimmer chickRose chose this slick trick and got slimmer quickshe ate nothing at all‘cept soup sipped thru a strawwhile humming the lines of this limerick - [She](https://literaryyard.com/2021/10/07/she/): By: A Byrd Called Bird Wheeling in a chaos-scapeShe flutters down the winding streetSlipping between the empty people,Before she turnsLike the hand bursting from the lakeCrowning clouds with glittering diadems of frozen pearlsBedecking them in the manner of dancing girlsThe... - ['Pulora Court' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/10/07/pulora-court-and-other-poems/): By: Jamie Nguyen Pulora Court I walk up and down Pulora Court every turning day,once when the sun rears its laughing head, once when it dips beyond the dusky horizon. Twelve mismatched iclers, six perside, shaded by color pencils stolen... - [Vanishing Acts](https://literaryyard.com/2021/10/07/vanishing-acts/): By: Charles Varani I              Kenneth had invited me along for a picnic, along with Miko, his wife then, at the reservoir outside of town. I’d met Kenneth in college and we had been friends since. At the reservoir, Kenneth... - ['Desert' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/10/07/desert-and-other-poems/): By: J.K. Durick Desert I’ve never been on a desert, you know the kind,But I can picture me out in it. The sand as far asAs I can see, the intense sun, some wind swirlingAbout the sand, and there I... - [Ted Bundy, Serial Killer, in my Class ](https://literaryyard.com/2021/10/03/ted-bundy-serial-killer-in-my-class/): By Russell Eisenman, Ph.D.  Ted Bundy, the famous serial killer, was once in an abnormal psychology class that I taught, years ago at Temple University.  I did not know it was him at the time, but from subsequent photographs and... - [Mr. Macaroon](https://literaryyard.com/2021/09/29/mr-macaroon/): By: Jim Bates “Sorry to have to tell you this,” Doctor Jensen said, not looking all that sorry, “but you’ve got celiac sprue.” Celiac what? It sounded serious. “Am I going to die?” I asked, cutting to the chase along... - [Rosary & Rites](https://literaryyard.com/2021/09/29/rosary-rites/): By: Sterling Warner I:         First Dysfunctional Confession “Bless me Father for I have sinned; this is my first confession,” I began, knowing I’d correctly uttered my lines. During the past few days, I practiced delivering mock confessions to my brother... - [And the Bird Sang Again](https://literaryyard.com/2021/09/29/and-the-bird-sang-again/): By Hayden Sidun For the seventh time that day, the wooden cuckoo bird came out of its birdhouse and sang its typical song. Terrence often thought about what an appropriate title would be for such a beautiful song. Perhaps the... - [Rain](https://literaryyard.com/2021/09/28/rain/): By: Chandra Shekhar Dubey Rain, rain bringcoolness of your showersto scorched plantssilent and sultry.Rain, rain bringyour torrents to earthparched and thirstyin restless summerto sprout the grass,ferns and dry leaves.Rain, rain bringrelief to toiling farmersto put seeds to fieldsto grow cropsthat... - [Visions of Love](https://literaryyard.com/2021/09/28/visions-of-love/): By: Bill Kamen Killin’ time, sippin’ a beerAt a boardwalk bar by the seaThe jukebox playin’ visions of loveMy mind drifts away to a girl on the beachSwayin’ to the sound of the wavesA glow on your face as bright... - ['At Least the Dead Don't Need To be Shushed' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/09/28/at-least-the-dead-dont-need-to-be-shushed-and-other-poems/): By: Richard LeDue At Least the Dead Don’t Need To be Shushed My second job interview was easysince I had found a grantthat paid over half my wages,so I spent a summer in a libraryputting books back where they belonged,but... - ['The Puppet Master' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/09/27/the-puppet-master-and-other-poems/): By: Blessy George THE PUPPET MASTER The puppet master held his fingers tightAnd I fight, a hopeless fightAgainst my dreams, against my burning desireFor freedom, I stayAlas! The way money can control youAlthough it hurts knowing that the ironIs melting... - [' What of Ravi, Sunil?' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/09/23/what-of-ravi-sunil-and-other-poems/): By: Stephen Kingsnorth What of Ravi, Sunil? Pencil moustache, bike perched as frame,common boyhood smiles about,and bright, bright eyes hiding nilsave haunting heads that never willmeet again as growing lads. Here, Ahallabad, green college fields,the only common ground, for meCambridge,... - ['Absence' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/09/23/absence-and-other-poems-2/): By: Wil Michael Wrenn Absence Sometimes I think I hearyour footsteps, but I turn,and you’re not there. Sometimes I think I hearyour voice calling out,but then I wake from my dream. Sometimes I think I hearyour laughter, but it’s onlythe... - [Dark as Last night by Tony Birch](https://literaryyard.com/2021/09/20/dark-as-last-night-by-tony-birch/): By: Joanna Marsh Tony Birch is an Indigenous Australian Author who has won an array of literary awards. He writes short stories, poetry and novels. Dark as Last Night is an anthology of short stories with a telescopic focus on... - ['Effort' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/09/18/effort-and-other-poems/): By: KJ Hannah Greenberg Effort Investing in skill building is advantageous to Andean condors whileOperating paths to working past setbacks exist, except for nest building.In such cases, finding answers to remarkable troubles excludes almost allVulture-sought solutions via creatively prepared twigs,... - [Sunflowers](https://literaryyard.com/2021/09/18/sunflowers/): By: Christian Ward The afternoon where I discovered the word dying began with something simple as sunflowers. We had been touring the French countryside in the morning, visiting old vineyards and cellars and decided to eat lunch opposite a field... - [Worlds Apart ](https://literaryyard.com/2021/09/18/worlds-apart/): By: Sheila Henry I believe I may have found the man, who can change my life in many ways. I look forward to experiencing him, Apple thought as she sat on the vanity gazing longingly at her image in the... - [Until Now](https://literaryyard.com/2021/09/18/until-now/): By: Bob Kalkreuter He’d finished his third drink before she told him she was leaving. “What?” he said, startled. They were sitting at an outdoor café, the late afternoon sunlight scrabbling over the cement in pursuit of retreating shade. She... - [Passing the torch](https://literaryyard.com/2021/09/18/passing-the-torch/): By William T. Hathaway The baby-boom generation is ending its lap in the human race, and the Fridays-for-future generation is beginning its run. Generational shifts of power are symbolized by the image of passing the torch, but now what the... - ['Deliverance' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/09/06/deliverance-and-other-poems/): By: John Muro Deliverance Wind gusts, strong enough to lift small boats fromThe surface of water, are pelting piers and hasteningThe undoing of long-leaning trees; shredding thickHedgerows in such a way the lower leaves tangleAnd spin like minnows in shallow... - [Virtual Reality (VR) for You – Dianne and Will](https://literaryyard.com/2021/09/06/virtual-reality-vr-for-you-dianne-and-will/): By: Reynaldo W Duar Jr Our story begins with our characters, Diane and Will.  Diane and Will are relaxing from a busy week. The year is 2027.   Diane and Will’s son has just gifted them the latest VR device. They... - [Pillow like a Parachute](https://literaryyard.com/2021/09/06/pillow-like-a-parachute/): By: Harrison Abbott      My elder brother Pete asked me to look after his four-year-old kid and I really didn’t want to but I had to accept because he had no other option. I reckon Pete must’ve asked a whole... - [Last Night](https://literaryyard.com/2021/09/06/last-night/): By: Anthony Ward A hoot from his phone woke him up. It was a tawny owl notifying him that a message had materialised. He picked up his phone while trying to wrench his eyes open. He was so tired that... - [Kafir](https://literaryyard.com/2021/09/06/kafir/): By Balu Swami The day after the bombing, I got a call from Rahman whom I hadn’t seen or heard from in years. He had been a good source for me for a number of years. He was one of... - [Sowers in the Dust](https://literaryyard.com/2021/09/01/sowers-in-the-dust/): By Elsa Wilson-Cruz Outside the conference room windows, another dust storm was rising on the dead brown horizon. But a ping on Zac’s glasses told him that it was heading east. Storm alarms wouldn’t get them out of this meeting.... - ['We'll show you' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/08/31/well-show-you-and-other-poems/): By: Linda M. Crate we’ll show you i don’t belongto this world,i am a part of theone you are too afraidto take a chance on;i am part of a worldmuch better than this one— there’s love enoughfor everyone,and the planet... - [The First Mistake](https://literaryyard.com/2021/08/31/the-first-mistake/): By: William T. Hathaway Establishment journalists and politicians are despairingly asking: Why did we fail in our well-meaning efforts to help the Afghan people? What were our mistakes? But they ignore their first mistake: creating the Taliban. The USA’s attempts... - [The Undertaker Shop](https://literaryyard.com/2021/08/23/the-undertaker-shop/): By: donnarkevic After closing, a young black manknocks. You see, my businessincludes haven. You see,in the deep South, white farm ownerspurchase the prison time of jailed blackswho then work the plantations.Well, even after years, you see,most never get released. When... - [Hotel Enigma!](https://literaryyard.com/2021/08/19/hotel-enigma/): By: #madmusings The young couple on honeymoonSmooching, petting walked into the lobbyThe receptionist flashed a smile soonHanded them the keys of the room,She was beautiful, fair, and chubby! As they proceeded to the hallwayThe newlywed couple laughed awayThe receptionist’s eyes... - [Five Indian fantasy novels that are my favorite](https://literaryyard.com/2021/08/19/five-indian-fantasy-novels-that-are-my-favorite/): India embarked upon the fantasy fiction bandwagon a bit too late – at least when it comes to English fantasy fiction – yet it doesn’t deter it from competing with the best of the world. In recent years, a host... - [Conviction](https://literaryyard.com/2021/08/18/conviction/): By: Bhoj Kumar Dhamala High morale, boosted status, and superbStyle of living makes one feel your better ¬–Off guise and you are in seventh heavenJust a delusion, you are out of it unless You realize who you are the surroundingGoes... - [15 bagels and a brioche bun](https://literaryyard.com/2021/08/18/15-bagels-and-a-brioche-bun/): By: Ivy Geren I’m sitting in a swirl of dreamsHalf-formed, half-dreamtStacked on top of each other like the crusts of a million barely-eaten sandwichesBut I’ve learned that the idea of a dream is always better than its realitySo I add... - [Erotophobia](https://literaryyard.com/2021/08/18/erotophobia/): By: Rachel Chitofu Sometimes we learnfrom ameliorating televisionbroadcasts—maybe the sunsnarls morefatally in contrasted shadesof itselfand you look better today,now that your clothesare finally off.I am still a child and maybe that’s why I can’t goto college this fall.If he kisses... - [Villanelle For The Beggar’s Sign: “I am Blind Please Give Amended By A Passer By](https://literaryyard.com/2021/08/17/villanelle-for-the-beggars-sign-i-am-blind-please-give-amended-by-a-passer-by/): By: Dorie LaRue It is spring and the blind beggar is separatefrom the deluge of blossoms and those dazedby soundless eloquent branches that celebrate all those things which do not hesitateto call forth the humanly amazed;The bees fondle and assault... - [Unconditional Love](https://literaryyard.com/2021/08/17/unconditional-love/): By: Bill Kamen Killin’ time sippin’ whiskeyAt a bar on the boardwalk by the seathe jukebox keeps on playin’ visions of loveand it takes me back to when I first saw youswayin’ to the rhythm of the waveseyes as blue... - ['Gray Hair' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/24/gray-hair-unlikely-friend/): By Karen Lee Stradford Gray Hair They stick out.Silver streamers growall over my crown.Pepper my temples,peeking throughin the light. People notice my locks,and comment on the look,suggest hair dyeto cover them up. I embrace my gray.A sign of maturity,distinction.Comb themdown,but... - ['Another Closed Door Midnight' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/24/another-closed-door-midnight-and-other-poems/): By: Richard LeDue Another Closed Door Midnight The darkness always returns,even if we bury ourselves under blanketswith a thread count we bragged aboutwhile no one listened, as memoriesof naked 1 AM (when time didn’t matter)flutter like moths looking for a... - ['After Four Girls Committed Suicide By Taking Poison' n other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/23/after-four-girls-committed-suicide-by-taking-poison-n-other-poems/): By: Bhabani Bhuyan Translated from the Odia by Pitambar Naik After Four Girls Committed Suicide By Taking Poison Not to collapse, learn how to live, woman whateveryou do, whether you sell pan or vegetables, sweat orsweet, body or womb, learn... - [Say Something Funny](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/23/say-something-funny/): By: Alan Berger Been a bad dayLike the day beforeAnd the day before thatLet me sit in your living roomWith your cat on my lapSay something funnyYou know I love you like that Play your pianoIf you hit a wrong... - [From Silicon Valley Professional to Suspense Novelist: Interview with Linda Gunther](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/23/from-silicon-valley-to-suspense-novelist-interview-with-linda-gunther/): Linda S Gunther, a suspense novelist and children’s books author, tells Literary Yard in an interview about her transition from the HR role in Silicon Valley to being a fiction writer and how her first novel passed through different stages.... - ['In Theory' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/23/in-theory-and-other-poems/): By: Livio Farallo in theory on the flooris the smell of hardwoodwhich paints furnace air heavy as a swamp.the small countries of cold misti lay withhave set up snow fencesto contain flame,to twist shadowsinto ash of fallen degrees.where antlers rub... - [The Existence of One Who Writes is Evidence of....](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/22/the-existence-of-one-who-writes-is-evidence-of/): By: Duane L Herrmann When ‘Abdu’l-Bahá (Head of the Bahá’í Faith, 1892-1921) was speaking in the United States, He used the comparison of a writer’s ability to write as proof of the existence of God – an intelligent creator.  For... - [Our Only Heaven](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/22/our-only-heaven/): By: Mayumi Yamamoto Dear Mahmud, I have no idea where you have goneafter you passed away. You are a Muslim, andyou had never been religious before. Then, as you aged,you visited the mosque regularly again. Still,you insisted thatit was not... - [My favorite hymn originated in the Philippines](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/22/my-favorite-hymn-originated-in-the-philippines/): By: Mayumi Yamamoto “My favorite hymn.”This is the title I was given to write something aboutfor a quarterly magazineof our small Anglican church.But it felt very difficult to choose just one. I spent my high school dayssinging Christian hymnsevery morning... - [Legacy preserved](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/22/legacy-preserved/): By: K Vanaja Malathy My grandson with his self assembled and engineered drone,one noon, led me into the openness of a field.The drone is his self-built toy,Rubbing his sagacious nose, my little fellow explained the navigationalflight control techniques of his... - [Poetry shots on the war in Ukraine](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/20/poetry-shots-on-the-war-in-ukraine/): By: Anna Cates *Odesan outskirtsfalling on disturbed soildry locust leaf*cold Aprilheavy on his shoulderair bomb*partisans fordthe swollen river—songbirds*red horizongiving sway to bluenight’s swathing peace*war orphanswhat their eyes absorbeach snowflake*the forest’s depththose who know the waygrow only more lost*one comrade winksanother... - ['The Kite' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/20/the-kite-and-other-poems/): By: Michael C. Seeger  The Kite I carry you running across a field of grass nestledon a spectacular Sierra Nevada Mountain ridgeline in August below Heavenly ski resort high abovethe vast and noble hue of Lake Tahoe’s blueness, you are... - [The Insurance Overheated](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/20/the-insurance-overheated/): By: Todd Mercer Either nobody had information on what caused the restaurant blaze, or they’re all in on it. Each local station put out footage of smoldering char-wood that was previously the thriving Maguire’s Surf-n-Turf. Now it’s an issue of... - [Bharati Mukherjee's Desirable Daughters: "An American Adventure"](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/19/bharati-mukherjees-desirable-daughters-an-american-adventure/): By: Ramlal Agarwal Desirable Daughters is a powerful expression of the collective Indian psyche and Indian ethos. It shows how Indians are fascinated by the technological excellence, money power, and narcissistic individualism of the West and how they long to be a... - ['Sand Deep Sans Loss' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/19/sand-deep-sans-loss-and-other-poems/): By: Amrita Valan Sand Deep Sans Loss She pullsA stoical faceUpper lip pursedLower lip curled.Her grace is wooden. Hair bondingMedusa moments.Coffee cup PausesRelaxed reveries. The morning beachesshored up…Wet sand excessesCastle building halted. Sun lit waves recedeInto eavesCornices cobwebbedCreepy eerie crevices.... - ['Virtual Weather' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/19/virtual-weather-and-other-poems/): By: Thomas O’Connell Virtual Weather All my dataHas been storedIn a thunder cloudSomeday soon, it will start to rain As a downpourReleasingLapsed friend suggestionsRecently deleted emails All my bygonePhotographsEventuallyGathering in curbside puddlesSplashed onto the shoes of someone waiting for a... - [The Little Things](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/19/the-little-things/): By: Alan Berger You don’t have to look upI have the proofIt may be a thought, a bit too abruptBut we all are sleeping under the same roof And yet I am getting so used to making the same mistakesI... - [Apple Cider Vinegar](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/18/apple-cider-vinegar/): By: Anna Louise Steig The overhead fan is buzzing like a mindless insect, and I am waiting for my boyfriend to twist on the water before I let my piss spray into the toilet bowl, hoping he won’t hear the... - ['Shell Collecting' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/17/shell-collecting-and-other-poems/): By: John Grey SHELL COLLECTING Shells roll out of the ocean,former homes, having parted ways with their dead,tumble a little, then dig in as the wave recedes, for even the inanimate have instinctswhen there are strollers about, beachcombersready to stoop... - ['Mr. Mouse and Mr. Clarkes' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/17/mr-mouse-and-mr-clarkes-and-other-poems/): By: Leigh-Anne Burley Mr. Mouse and Mr. Clarkes A chunk of cheese fliesout of the mouthof a mousewhen his cornerof the universe tilts. In the opposite cornerof the universeMr. Clarkes, while eating cheeseis knocked off his stoolsending the cheeseacross the... - [Rushdie and Magic Realism](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/17/rushdie-and-magic-realism/): By: Ramlal Agarwal Magic realism is a widely used term in literary discussions, especially of novels written in the 80s and 90s of the 20th century. Gabriel Garcia Marquez and Salman Rushdie are some of its prominent practitioners. It is... - [WAR and THE PROPHET](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/16/war-and-the-prophet/): By: Linda Springhorn Gunther As a senior in high school, at just sixteen years old, I wasn’t really excited about traditional learning anymore. Even after skipping grades, I was bored. The subject content seemed too repetitive for me which led... - ['I Miss My Demon' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/16/i-miss-my-demon-and-other-poems/): By: Addehadid I Miss My Demon Always sitting among the angelsI miss my demonFighting in one’s own court, alone in the dungeonI always fought without knowing anything,Of arrogance, he has no wingsHe never counted anyone’s blessingsHe likes the lonely dress... - ['Shifting Through Photos' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/16/shifting-through-photos-and-other-poems/): By: Jim Brosnan Shifting Through Photos They never returnedto the gravel paththey hiked last Octoberor the woodland landscapewhere they spent hoursunder naked silhouettesof hickory, maple, and birch. In this photographshe wears a longblue peasant skirt,he’s in dress slacks.They carry sweatersand... - [The Fictional World of Henry James](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/15/the-fictional-world-of-henry-james/): By: Ramlal Agarwal In the second half of the 19th and the first quarter of the 20th centuries, there was a surge in creative writing and most of the masterpieces in American and European literature came out during this period,... - ['The Deer' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/15/the-deer-and-other-poems/): By J. L. Lewis The Deer I can’t say who was startled morethe white-tailed deer or myself,she in the midst of her forageand I lost to my thoughts.It was rare to see a doe alonefor they are more communalthan the... - [Indian Interpretation of " The Waste Land"](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/14/indian-interpretation-of-the-waste-land/): By: Ramlal Agarwal It is a hundred years of “The Waste Land”, and though the poem is inundated with critical commentary, research, and explanation, it still remains a puzzle for most of its readers. In this paper, an attempt has been... - ['Applause' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/14/applause-and-other-poems/): By Karen Lee Stradford Applause It’s an intimate setting.The tables are small and tallin the cafe.People clapas I walk to the podium. I wasn’t prepared to sharebut got the nerve.My notes are crumpled,cell phone in hand.The microphone is lowered. I... - [The Moon and Her Love](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/14/the-moon-and-her-love/): By: Manasi Maharana Amidst the gloominess of night,The moon instills tendernessand aroma of love. It radiates..The love that’s serene,The love that’s virtuous,The love that’s delightful.As the night deepensThe love inside intensifies.It seeketh for warmth.It urges comfort.It strives for heavenly bliss.... - [Caring for Each Other](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/14/caring-for-each-other/): By: K Vanaja Malathy A Constant two way battle between my mind and heart: the mind, the thought processor of reason and the heart the emotional tick-tock analyzed pandemic brought countless deaths and sufferance, said the mind, a powerful thinker.But... - [The Peacefulness of Fall](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/14/the-peacefulness-of-fall/): By: Bruce Levine Falling leaves in various shades and huesA metamorphosis of colorsBountiful and bold to subtle and refinedThe plumage of a peacockTransformed by Mother NatureInto a tapestry of autumn The revitalizing energy of cooling airAwakening the spirit of the... - [No harm in self-publishing: Poet Kiriti Sengupta](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/13/no-harm-in-self-publishing-poet-kiriti-sengupta/): This episode of AuthorTalks features Kiriti Sengupta, an award-winning poet who won the Rabindranath Tagore Literary Prize in 2018 for his contributions to literature. As an extraordinary poet, editor, translator, and publisher, Kiriti is a true multitasker. Through this conversation,... - [My Son’s Dream](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/12/my-sons-dream/): By: Khemendra Kamal Sarwan was cremated three days ago. Tonight, a well-known singer came to sing kirtans. The makeshift shed was full of people. A group of women encircled Sarwan’s widow, who sat lifelessly. Men formed small circles around yagona... - [Pioneer Jews of the West](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/11/pioneer-jews-of-the-west/): By William T. Hathaway Amazing but true: The first European settlers in what is now the USA weren’t English Puritans or French fur trappers but Sephardic Jews. Before the Mayflower sailed to America, Jews had fled the Spanish Inquisition and... - [Autumn](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/11/autumn/): By: Turoob Rustling leaves, swishing wind, and the chilly sightHeart bumming and bursting with echoes of delight Of goes the little boyscreaming and exulting full of joy Stunned by the alluring scene with the beautiful treesthe leaves dancing and flapping... - [Your Picture](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/11/your-picture/): By: Bruce Levine I look at your pictureYour eyes glowYour smile brightensYour beautiful countenanceFrozen in the time of a photographThe apples of your cheeksLighting your eyesWhich search deep into my soulAnd still revealThe wonder of yoursFilled to the brimAnd waiting... - [Jhumpa Lahiri’s ‘Interpreter of Maladies’: Stories of Expatriate Experience](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/10/jhumpa-lahiris-interpreter-of-maladies-stories-of-expatriate-experience/): By Ramlal Agarwal Jhumpa Lahiri, born of Bengali parents in England and brought up in America, was awarded the Pulitzer Prize in 2000 for her debut collection of short stories Interpreter of Maladies, has also won the New Yorker Prize for Best... - [Rushdie's Midnight's Children:  A Dissenting Note](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/10/rushdies-midnights-children-a-dissenting-note/): By: Ramlal Agarwal Rushdie’s Midnight’s Children won the Booker Prize and has generally been highly acclaimed. Rushdie is a representative of the post- modernism. Which David Lodge called ‘crossover fiction’ and ‘aesthetics of compromise’.  The critics and readers were impressed... - [Shashi Tharoor’s The Great Indian Novel: An epic Blunder](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/10/shashi-tharoors-the-great-indian-novel-an-epic-blunder/): By: Ramlal Agarwal Shashi Tharoor’s The Great Indian Novel has come in for high praise in India and abroad and is already in its fifth edition. Khushwant Singh called it one of the most significant books of recent times. Washington... - [Cocoa Butter Kiss](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/10/cocoa-butter-kiss/): By Domonique Cocoa Butter Kiss: A Play 1. SCENE: A caucasian wife (MARY) and husband, fully clothed, hop into bed, telling one another unaffectionately “sweet dreams”. The alarm clock reads 9:30 PM. MARY falls asleep instantly. BLACKOUT. 2. SCENE: MARY,... - ['Midnight Hour' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/09/midnight-hour/): By: Renee Williams Midnight HourAfter midnight the dogs roam the yard,our well-traveled road gone quiet.Barking,maybe other dogs, perhaps coyotes,their cries carry over miles.Stars glisten from onyx heavens.Meteors cascade,burning, burning, burning to the ground.Why are they in such a hurry to... - ['Picture This' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/09/picture-this-and-other-poems/): By Karen Lee Stradford Picture This A simple “Hello” can be spokenas we pass each other.I promise you.I want nothing more. A glance.A nod.A grin can make a differencein our day. Life is too shortto pretend we’re invisible.Never know if... - ['Tears on the tumbleweeds' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/09/tears-on-the-tumbleweeds-and-other-poems/): By: Emalisa Rose Tears on the tumbleweeds Under the cluster of cloudstears on the tumbleweedscradle your casket, withthe heart of the rain playingredemption for both of us –two stubborn sistersforsaken of chance to exchange“I forgive you’s.” ### With winter wings... - [Martin Drops Out of Fourth Grade](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/09/martin-drops-out-of-fourth-grade/): By: Michael Gigandet Martin used his elbows and hips to work his way to the end of the line of 4th graders spread across the front of the classroom. At least he could delay the humiliation coming to him which... - [Four Winter Haiku    ](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/09/four-winter-haiku/): By: Jim Bates After the snowstormWinter’s soft gentle beautySnow on evergreens. At the skating rinkHappy folks spin and swirlA winter ballet. Big cold moon risingMoonlight streaming brilliantlyIcy land sparkling. Bright morning sunBirds flit through snow covered treesSinging merrily. - [The Composer](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/09/the-composer/): By: Bruce Levine A blank sheet of music paperGroups of five lines and four spacesBlack dots and circles floating in the airFloating in space and yet to be foundTaking place in time rather than spaceElusive fragments of soundWaiting to be... - [Benhur](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/09/benhur/): By: Dhruba Jyoti Gogoi (Morning)Let the lines of palm be kept asideDon’t have wings to flyEven if a new set is madeIt is not Saturn’s Titan!!! (Destruction)Is the time without you like Achilles’ heel…?And being convicted by your complaints,I dream... - [Alexa](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/08/alexa/): By: Harvey Huddleston When people drink too much they sometimes think they see things clearly when they don’t.  Then when they stop drinking they might be able to see those things they were previously blind to.  By “blind to” I... - ['Symbolism' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/08/symbolism-and-other-poems/): By: JD DeHart Symbolism No, it does not matter which colorof undershirt I put on today. It’s nota grand symbol of what is to come. A shirt is a shirt, just like a stepon a crackis just a step –... - [I believe in moving forward: Author Bruce Levine](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/08/i-believe-in-moving-forward-author-bruce/): In a frank interview with Onkar Sharma of Literary Yard, Bruce Levine discusses his background as an author, poet and composer. He speaks openly about his personal life and how it impacts his writing. Watch the full interview at the... - [The Paint That is the World](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/07/the-paint-that-is-the-world/): By: Kindaka Jamal Sanders TIME PASSES THE TUMBLEWEED Time passes the tumbleweedAnd lightning strikes the Noble FirThat once loomed large in goat marshThe noble part of what we were. But entombed it is in the way that we wereThe prototype... - [The Beehive](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/07/the-beehive/): By: Ruth Deming O, Beatricee! The day has finally arrived. We knew it was coming, your battle with multiple myeloma.   At first, at our weekly meetings of “The Beehive,” named for you and your nearly inexhaustible knowledge of pollinators... - ['I live again' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/07/i-live-again-and-other-poems/): By: Mahathi I LIVE AGAINAt sixty plus, I start living again.I fall in love, explore new love, attuneonce more my rusted old romantic veinand pull out of the clouds, the silken moon. Mistake me not, there’s no running behindthe belles... - [Almost true](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/07/almost-true/): By: Aya Naser Qadoumi Deep conversationsLong gone sensationHopeless longingTo something fading Deep confessionHuge concessionMet by disapprovalAnd denial of feelings Love oppressed,Denied till deadBut almost trueThat love to you Deep confessionReplaced by oppressionCountless effortsTo show the opposite You say you’re doneOf... - ["Mr. Spontaneity"](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/05/mr-spontaneity/): By: Alan Swyer What hurt Lenny Greene even more than his wife’s announcement that she was moving out less than six months after their twenty-fifth anniversary was the reason Betsy gave: “I finally found someone who makes me laugh.” For... - [Scandal](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/04/scandal/): By: Anjali Paruvu  I cracked my knuckles out of boredom, even though I didn’t really know how you get the “crack” sound. I looked at Prerna on my left, who was either chanting a mantra or reading off formulas. I... - [He Never Cried](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/04/he-never-cried/): By K. A. Williams Her husband never cried. Not when his dog died. Not even when his grandmother died. Not ever. Paul was reading the newspaper and eating breakfast when the mailman shoved their mail through the slot. Liz picked... - [Patriarchy in India is beginning to crumble](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/04/patriarchy-in-india-is-beginning-to-crumble/): By William T. Hathaway Shiva Rudra Balayogi In the Vedic tradition of India the feminine side of creation is given equal importance to the masculine. The Divine Mother, Mahashakti, is revered as the primal creative energy who manifests the deities... - [The Shed](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/03/the-shed-2/): By Eric Burbridge             Harris kicked up mosquitoes and rabbits scattered on his way through the high weeds on the side of the shed. He should be ashamed for such neglect. Marilyn mentioned it, but he ignored her. High winds... - [The Wine Bottle](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/03/the-wine-bottle/): By: Bruce Levine I accept who I am – I’m an empty bottle. Is that a metaphor for my life? I ask myself.             I’d just poured two glasses of wine for dinner and finished the bottle and, as I... - [Launching Literary Yard's Youtube Channel](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/02/launching-literary-yards-youtube-channel/): If you are a published author with your poetry collection, novel, or non-fiction work, among others, you can raise a request for a video interview. We will review your request and contact you to schedule a video call using Zoom.... - [I Am in a Poetry Slump](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/02/i-am-in-a-poetry-slump/): By: Cailey Tarriane which means my words can’t come off odd because I can’t right thewrong with a blank sheet of paper,my mind is in the dark for the first time in a galaxy’s orbit-see, that pun is incorrect-every idea... - [The Old Bard’s Tale](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/01/the-old-bards-tale/): By: Henry Felerski Years ago, at this time of day he would have been found carousing, chasing women, or loudly playing music for all to hear. But now, the bard’s dark hair had faded to white and his pristine skin... - [Everything Lasts Forever](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/01/everything-lasts-forever/): By: Alan Berger Everything lasts foreverNothing goes awayPain and pleasureAre permanent residentsIn your movementsAnd your stay I tried a courseIn memory lossFor the mud in me to tossIt said get use to meThe only thing to decideIs who will be... - [Peace](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/01/peace/): By: James Aitchison Evil is inevitable.So is goodness.I know the course ofCivilizations.The wheel spins,Guiding your pure inner selfTo peace.I speak of inner safety,Release from mental torment.All men have been assignedTheir series of lives.The wheel spins their destinies,And they do not... - ['A matter of priorities' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/31/a-matter-of-priorities-and-other-poems/): By: George Freek A MATTER OF PRIORITIES (After Mei Yao Chen) Things that once matteredNow matter to meless than a bowl of rice.Stars like insectsspin across the sky,but do they even exist?Sparrows hop from branchto branch with a purpose.They don’t... - [Coffee, Please, in a Lovely Cup](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/31/coffee-please-in-a-lovely-cup/): By: Ruth Deming After my final sip of awful generic coffee, I donned my cowboy hat with latch at bottom so it wouldn’t topple off, and set out to walk the hilly block. Assiduously I avoided Bob, “the quiet man,”... - [Pond Food](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/30/pond-food/): By: Raymond Greiner Walking the aisles of the local farm and feed store I read the various labels on the multiple feed bags; sweet stuff for horses, scratch grain for chickens, meat bird, layer crumbles, chick starter and at the... - [Myrna’s Story](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/30/myrnas-story/): By: Raymond Greiner Myrna Davis was born in 1950 into a middle class family and raised in a mid-sized, mid-western town.  Myrna was an exceptionally beautiful child a direct genetic influence of her mother, who was stunningly beautiful.  Myrna’s beauty... - ['This Fall' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/28/this-fall-and-other-poems/): By: J.K. Durick This Fall After reaching its peak the trees unleaf, filllawns and baskets, whole afternoons givenover to clean up. The boys next door makepiles, stacked just right for jumping, the joyof loud voices greets this world of wanwoodleafmeal... - [Lawnmower Man](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/28/lawnmower-man/): By: Cameron Crosby LAWNMOWER MAN He sits on the throne of his lawnmower Like it’s a brand new Cadillac Placing a cigarette between his lips Turning it on, letting it roar Smoke billows from his mouth And the mower, Barbed... - [Dreaming Backward](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/28/dreaming-backward/): By: Mary Grimm I was someone else, a younger woman who was polite and shy. I was on a family vacation except it was not my family I was looking for a dentist but he had moved out and his... - [The Word Unspoken](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/27/the-word-unspoken/): By: David R. Topper I’ve known her for over a year. A whole year. But I never thought about her that way. Well, really, I hardly ever thought about her at all. Except when I saw her in the store.... - ['It Pours' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/27/it-pours-and-other-poems/): By: Meghan Doran   It PoursWhen it rains grandma says hey is for horses and a watched pot never boils and needs must and grandpa says Thomas Jefferson was a deist and Ted Kennedy was a sonofabitch and he summons the... - [Four Fall Haiku 2](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/26/four-fall-haiku-2/): By: Jim Bates Walking peaceful woodsSurrounded by Nature’s giftsProfound sense of joy. Unrelenting WindRoaring through an autumn nightA freight train racing. Calm November dayLast leaves drift softly landingLightly like feathers. Fresh snow transformingBrown ground to a wonderlandSo cheerful and bright. - [No time for heroes](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/26/no-time-for-heroes/): By: Josephine Rudolf She was perfect, no she wasn’t. She was so far beyond that. She was the warm blanket on a rainy day, yet at the same time, if you were a plant, she would be the rain after... - [Draupadi](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/26/draupadi/): By: Amrita Valan “Share equally amongst all five of you!”A praying mother’s dictumBefore even a glimpseOf the prize Arjun brought. When the stately matron turns,To her dismay she realises,She has made Arjun’s brideFair award of five brothers. But.Wait.She never said... - [Falsehood](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/26/falsehood/): By: Chahra BELOUFA Today I knew who is best my shoulderTo tear pity and enfold no heart’s orderSince happiness substance I’m drinking it colder!Who is silly and grew on sensitiveness fonderOnly to feel and be never feltLike the Stonehenge of... - [Beauty and the Bone Dancer](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/26/beauty-and-the-bone-dancer/): By: John Thomas Allen        Onomatopoeia’s clinical thread:         the pulse and click of doctor’s          shoes, oath often a mere wishbone:         And how can this be, but it... - ['Garbled Voices' and other works](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/26/garbled-voices-and-other-works/): By: Howie Good Garbled Voices Is it legal to walk around naked in your backyard? Only when someone has experienced it themselves can they truly judge. As the theory of reversibility states, the ice on ponds is never 100 percent... - [Wishing](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/26/wishing/): By: Laura Stamps Rupert, Myrtle, Glory, Monkey, Puff, Bear, Pretzel, Snickers, and Lockeye. Can you believe it? These names. These dogs. The dogs that belong to the subscribers. Of this dog magazine. But who are these people? I mean, who... - [Some Other Day](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/26/some-other-day/): By: Alan Berger Why not tell meAll about your troublesAnd I’ll tell youAll about mineThenWe could do somethingOr nothing About themSome other time Why not tell meWhat you have been throughAnd I’ll tell you How I got throughBut firstAnswer me... - [Devoted to You](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/26/devoted-to-you/): By: Ruth Deming Doctor Foxhall, my primary care doctor, wrote his patients a generic letter suggesting we investigate a new health care plan called “Devoted Health Care.” I grabbed my “Everything Notebook” and dialed the 800 number. “Brandon” was the... - [A Non-Stressful Party](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/26/a-non-stressful-party/): By: Cailey Tarriane I wrote and it made me happy,I smiled and it may be the truth. They’re my friends and they talked jovially,They’re laughing and I may join them unforced and for real.Everyone looked up at me, everyone felt... - [In 1972, Lest We Forget](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/23/in-1972-lest-we-forget/): By: Mayumi Yamamoto “Our heroes were poets, and poets were our heroes,”—Dr. Jose Dalisay Jr. My dear beloved Filipino poet, 1.Today is September 21, 2022. You told me thattoday, you attended a small eventcommemorating the 50th anniversary of martial law... - [The broken soul in my homeland](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/23/the-broken-soul-in-my-homeland/): By: Paweł Markiewicz When I was in the Osuszek-grove for the first time, I was fully grown. I went there on a bike after finding out about it on the internet, a few years ago. I drove south through my... - ['Cherish The Memory of the Heaven' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/22/cherish-the-memory-of-the-heaven-and-other-poems/): By Chinese Poet Yuan HongriTranslated by Yuanbing Zhang Cherish The Memory of the Heaven Today I would like to thank the world that looks like the hell.It makes the fire that cherish the memory of the Heaven burning inside me;it... - ['The Unending Road' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/21/the-unending-road-and-other-poems/): By: Parama Naik The Unending Road The feet suffer from sunburns, there’s an eruptionof the lava in the belly, it’s stretching out likethe radius of the sea after being swollen by themelting glaciers caused by global warminganytime the flesh, bone... - ['Introduction to the myth' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/21/introduction-to-the-myth-and-other-poems/): By: Pawel Markiewicz Introduction to the myth The myth has happened in darkness of forest,near the old druidic altar with the stone.It was foggy then, shrouded in last summer.Here a fawn was born at dawn and morn – no woe!... - [Chaotic](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/21/chaotic/): By: Hend Hamed Ezzeldin I am bad, yes, I know.Not that bad,Though …Sometimes I’m acceptable.At times, I’m good ..But at others, I’m imperious,Intractable,My actions could spark conflagrations,And suddenlyPut them out.I am faith,But I’m also doubt.Deep inside-out; mayhem,It’s complicated.I’m calm.I’m dyspeptic.The... - ['Calves' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/21/calves-and-other-poems/): By: Stephen Kingsnorth Calves It is as when the children leave,the focus of safe spaces shiftsfrom little ones on mothers’ milkto youths who know escaped abuse,now cannon fodder, range of guns,used weapons in power playing gangs.Momentum swings from playground placewhere... - [PTSD Again](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/21/ptsd-again/): By: William Ellis Could haveWould haveShould haveI was silenced.My vocal chords were slashed.My voice was kept in a jar for them to mock.I never consented to their little childish experiment.Who said it was ok to cage me like an insect... - ['The Many Reasons to Kill a Spider' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/21/the-many-reasons-to-kill-a-spider-and-other-poems/): By: Ethan Goffman The Many Reasons to Kill a Spider After hauling junk out of the shed one sickly sticky sweaty morning, separating it into trash and salvageable goods, scrubbing the filthiest corners, ending up coated in grease and dirt,... - [Should Vaping be Banned? ](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/21/should-vaping-be-banned/): By: Michelle Kim             “More than 16 million Americans live with a smoking-related disease” (cdc.gov). For many years, smoking has become engraved in our culture. However, over the past several decades, cigarette smoking has declined significantly in the U.S among... - ['the true riverdale' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/21/the-true-riverdale-and-other-poems/): By: Mike Zone the true riverdale Archie and Jughead were loversBetty and Veronica?He could never decide“because you really want toand resist the natureof needing to get theminto a three-way.”Mr. Weatherbee salivatedPimping bothArchie and Jugheadoutin draglookingjust likeBetty and Veronaalready pimped outon... - [The unlimited being ](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/21/the-unlimited-being/): By: James Aitchison No man has the rightto limit the beingsaround him.In the same way,the man who seeks toframe the passage of historyfor his own advantagewill fail.Only the wheel is the arbiter,not man.All lives are lived withmeasures of good and... - ['Commodity' and other drabbles](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/20/commodity-and-other-drabbles/): By: Ken Poyner COMMODITY Fog is so thick at one end of the bridge, it looks like cars are escaping both into and from it. Fog is apolitical, amoral. Fog itself does not matter, only the purposes it is put... - ['Glow' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/20/glow-and-other-poems/): By: Michael C. Seeger GLOW Today I felt gladthe sun rose onour quiet neighborhood.Hummingbirds camevisiting the feedersall filled with nectar,like the wordsyour lips heldand continue to holdfor me. Whatever painI was feelingwas not felt. Bending downin the yardto pull a... - [Thank You For Asking](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/20/thank-you-for-asking/): By: Sheila Henry I am well, thank youYou asked meHow am I doingIn times when I could not find my wayYou rose beyond the cloudsAnd made yourself into the moonTo give light to my darkened pathYou opened your eyesAnd revealed... - [Brightest in the Dark](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/20/brightest-in-the-dark/): By: Cailey Tarriane I had two choices.Hide from the light, transform into the light of my life.Or glow in the darkEmbrace the flaws, pay off my debts to the world. The bone-rattling burden of choosing what is rightwas when one... - ['Upon a dying star' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/02/10/upon-a-dying-star-and-other-poems/): By: JLF Maikaho Upon a dying star You stare into the night skyHoping to find your place among the starsYou can’t see themBut you know they’re there Your eyes, fixed into the darknessbeg for light A spark of joy flickers... - [Wherever the Storm](https://literaryyard.com/2022/02/07/wherever-the-storm/): By: Dominic Tramontana. The heat of the desert was a harsh reality for the squad. Cuts and abrasions covered the men’s faces while the sand scraped against them in the sandstorm. Private Gilliard struggled through the loose sand behind his... - ['Preoccupation' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/02/07/preoccupation-and-other-poems/): By: Sukrita Paul Kumar Preoccupation The passageto my mindisdark and long. Lost,I often remainat the world’s endstitching the holes in my memoryliving in the past tenseand cooking thenext meal ### A Borrowed Existence The still-born worldtrembles out of its stillnesswhen... - [Hamlet: An Indian Interpretation](https://literaryyard.com/2022/02/05/hamlet-an-indian-interpretation/): By: Ramlal Agarwal  Why does Hamlet dilly-dally in avenging the murder of his father? His father’s ghost clearly exhorts him to do it. He knows it is his duty and he must do it though he does not like it... - [A Passage to India: Naivety and Reality](https://literaryyard.com/2022/02/05/a-passage-to-india-naivety-and-reality/): By: Ramlal Agarwal In the 1940s and the 1950s there was one novel the students and scholars of English literature in India were taken up with and that was E.M.Forster’s A Passage to India. It was essentially prescribed in all... - [Retired](https://literaryyard.com/2022/02/04/retired/): By: Carl Papa Palmer At the restaurant a cell phone rings. Those around the table jumpas if receiving an electric shock,reach for their pocketslike some saloon gun slingerhollered, Draw! I continue to eat, untethered.I’m retired. - [A Party Line](https://literaryyard.com/2022/02/04/a-party-line/): By: Carl Papa Palmer Not a party line like the wild winding party line of congas dancing one-two-three-kick across-the-floor and out- the-doornor a party line like the Democrat or Republican political party line voting along their party line,but a type... - [The Walk](https://literaryyard.com/2022/02/04/the-walk/): By- Medha Godbole Singh I walk and walkTill my muscles screamMy tendons tear apartI walk and walkTill my thoughtsCompletely consume meMy mind running amuckI walk and walk tillMy breath gives wayAnd everything around me goes numbI walk and walkTill the... - [The Liar](https://literaryyard.com/2022/02/04/the-liar/): By: Ed Nichols My neighbor, Smitty, came over to my house the otherafternoon. We were sitting in the living room talking. Aboutthe world situation and so on. The talk finally got around tothe problems everyone in town were having with... - [Soft Skills: Improve Your Attitude, Behavior, and Personality](https://literaryyard.com/2022/02/03/soft-skills-improve-your-attitude-behavior-and-personality/): By: Professor M.S. Rao “If you have anything really valuable to contribute to the world it will come through the expression of your own personality, that single spark of divinity that sets you off and makes you different from every... - ['The Ballad of Sharon and Mark' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/02/03/the-ballad-of-sharon-and-mark-and-other-poems/): By: Thomas Meagher The Ballad of Sharon and Mark Sharon Murphy hoards pencils and writes invented wordsThen hides them under desks attached to gum and oozing secretionsLike sap from the beech tree outside the school grounds And Mark Flanagan with... - ['First Breath' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/02/03/first-breath-and-other-poems/): By: Roger G. Singer FIRST BREATH it was a placelong past the roadof shredded ribbonsand baskets of tears it was an openingwith a first breathunder a night skywith a suddensliver of moonexposing recklesswingswhere no onejudged saintsor sinners since todaystarts againtomorrow... - [It Came From the Sea of Cortez](https://literaryyard.com/2022/02/03/it-came-from-the-sea-of-cortez/): By: Elaine Lennon He drove until he ran out of road. It had taken almost twenty-four hours. He only stopped for gas. Twice.  Now he was here. The tip of the peninsula was fringed with dried out palms and jacarandas.... - [Haiku](https://literaryyard.com/2022/02/02/haiku-2/): By: Jim Bates Immense starry skySense of celestial onenessCosmic harmony. - [On Calton Hill](https://literaryyard.com/2022/02/02/on-calton-hill/): By: Dennis Vannatta When Rotary International held its annual meeting in Edinburgh, several members of the Rockaway Park chapter attended, all but Jeffrey Ward and Devin O’Day staying in one of the three big hotels virtually taken over for the... - [Not the Asshole](https://literaryyard.com/2022/02/01/not-the-asshole/): By: Linda McMullen             In the final three years of our marriage, John argued exhaustively with the anonymous denizens of AITA Reddit.  “Goodnight, Tommy!” he’d call upstairs to our son, his keyboard clacking without pause.  So, last night – Thursday... - [Turmoil](https://literaryyard.com/2022/02/01/turmoil/): By: James Aitchison You, with all your turmoil, will find peace.No longer will you wander through earthly stages,Suffering, bearing grief,Unaware of the presence of the wheel.Find the balance between strength and weakness,Retain self-honesty, clarity, and love.Walk the path and see... - [Desert Mother](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/31/desert-mother/): By: Sheila Henry I see the destructionFlashing flames on the TV screenIt’s 2003 a time marked in historyA fiery storm rains on a city—BagdadBuildings aflamed that make a fiery graveNo discretion implementingA war based on liesHuman lives sacrificed andYoung men... - ['Who will love the wasp?' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/31/who-will-love-the-wasp-and-other-poems/): By: Shane Dickie Who will love the wasp? Who will love the wasp?Who will love the wasp, I ask?Is it her aggressive nature,The nasty bite she gives?We feel justified, even vindicated inKilling her ; we as humans have license to... - ['Back to the Future' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/30/back-to-the-future-and-other-poems/): By: Stephen Kingsnorth Back to the Future Return to churned, stick in the mud,does it suggests drag, shamed retreat,drawn by a magnet to what’s passed? But is there loss as we’ve been rushed,the compass needle out of true,styled into shape... - [Open House](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/30/open-house/): By: Ranjit Kulkarni At the open house of Vidya Niketan School, all students sat in uncomfortable silence. Most of them were with their mothers. Some of them were with their fathers. They waited for the class teacher to call them.... - [Another Age](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/30/another-age/): By: Anthony Ward The aged man sat aloft in his chair looking towards the fireplace. Flames danced ritually, stretching into the air, before being swiped by the wind that whirred down the chimney. The words his daughter uttered were not... - [Like Gods](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/28/like-gods/): By: Deryn Cressey-Rodgers When we were young, we danced like GodsAnd burned like angels.Original sinners, sinning strongBut frailToo poor to pay the costOf crossing.Feinting, falling, freedom-fightersLiving off scraps from the grail-fires,As the brightest candleMust gutter before the rise of dayWe... - ['The Madhouse of Ogden' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/27/the-madhouse-of-ogden-and-other-poems/): By: Sarvenaz Ghasemi The Madhouse of Ogden A cold and dark December nightLight of moon that is mourning whiteYou won’t feel the sun warmth when it riseWhat’s good of a heart when it just dies?Far deep beneath the waves of... - [For DJDJ](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/26/for-djdj/): By: April Mae M. Berza Love is political. And so is lovemaking.Voting for democracy of desiresseemed illogical but we foughtfor this freedom as you expressedthe purest intentions to me.When we visited the parliamentof passion, you deflowered my soul.You governed my... - [A visit to the doctor](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/26/a-visit-to-the-doctor/): By: Ikera Olandesca hello doc. how are u? i dont want to sound paranoidor attention seeking hehe but my body is feeling superuseless lately. is that normal? is it normal to miss people so hard all your muscles cramp and... - [The Snow Family](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/25/the-snow-family/): By: Bruce Levine The snow had fallen steadily for an hour, already completely coating the lawn behind their house.             The three little girls, Jane (age nine), Ellen (age seven) and Barbara (age five-and-a-half) stood at the long adjacent living... - [Privatizing Nature](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/25/privatizing-nature/): By William T. Hathaway The financial wizards of Wall Street have devised a new way to profit from Mother Nature. They’ve created a class of stocks called Natural Asset Companies that will control the earth’s resources such as water, wildlife,... - [Jesus, son of Mary](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/24/jesus-son-of-mary/): By: Mini Babu He remained with themfor thirty uninterrupted yearswith habitual grandeurof bouts of revelations,at what times,He carpentered an extraordinarilyflawless table,for His mother to unwrap,her wishes for the familyas food,and at other times,He proceeded with thoroughlyhurried stepsto the limitsof peaks,... - [Ashes by Enrico Barigazzi](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/24/ashes-by-enrico-barigazzi/): By: Enrico Barigazzi Stubs The ashtray is filled of smolderingtracesthey’re representing the unrepentantscraps of a vanishing short timelapse images over images are bundled upby the slow hands of the futureminds are emptythe last midnight dreams have flowed outof the illusion... - [Table Fable ](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/24/table-fable/): By: S. A. Gerber Edgar Allan Poe carves the roast—Dorothy Parker stands to toast—Hemmingway begins to boast—Shakespeare sits with ‘Hamlet’s’ ghost. Blake, alas, not using rhyme—Emily Dickinson looks sublime—Virginia and Gertrude in their prime—Dylan Thomas pours more wine. Nathaniel West... - [Childhood Reminiscences of a Wild Child](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/23/childhood-reminiscences-of-a-wild-child/): By: Amrita Valan I was a rather shy reserved kid, a little contrary, little droll, piping up to voice rather eccentric observations. Quiet, but opinionated. And demonstrations of this facet of me were available on various occasions. Like the time... - ['Grief as My Uncle' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/23/grief-as-my-uncle-and-other-poems/): By: Salim Yakubu Akko Grief as My Uncle I’ve learnt how to speak in my motherlandas how a toddler learns how to walkthe language of grief I was taught how to countas how young poets reckon poetry linesthe colours of... - ['Taking wings' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/23/taking-wings-and-other-poems/): By Patricia Saunders Taking wings I am falling in emptiness with no handrail to clutch,I am drawing in breath and plunging down passagewayswith invisible steps that vanish when trod.I am dim with night, and full of light,transparent in darkness and... - [Bed of Nails](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/23/bed-of-nails/): By T. G. Bianco Laying on a bed of nails,I mustn’t move or budge.Every breath I take draws blood.Why am I on a bed of nails?It’s quite simple,I . . .was . . .born.Born with a mind that couldn’t give... - [Without the daughter’s name](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/21/without-the-daughters-name/): By: Rebecca Dempsey The Astrologer’s DaughterThe Traitor’s DaughterThe Baker’s DaughterThe Quilter’s DaughterThe Bonesetter’s DaughterThe Witch’s DaughterThe Botanist’s DaughterThe Poacher’s DaughterThe Calligrapher’s DaughterThe Preacher’s DaughterThe Captain’s DaughterThe Ringmaster’s DaughterThe Clockmaker’s DaughterThe Sin Eater’s DaughterThe Demon Trapper’s DaughterThe Warlord’s DaughterThe Fortune Teller’s... - [Pallid](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/21/pallid/): By: Mayesha Islam Abanti The rays of sun, never so pallid before.I gaze, I gaze at the world outside. Timeless and tormenting.My mother is drying her tears of glum as she boils water in the kitchen.“Dear God, fix my weary... - [Fate Cries Out](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/21/fate-cries-out/): By: Jim Bates Thought disposing thought.Good memories forgotten.Greenhouse gases proliferating.Grey mood developing.Days seemingly numbered.Meaning is lost until tomorrow,When it begins again.Belly button starring into the abyss.Wake up now!Wake up, Fate cries out,Before you’ve lost yourself,This one chance you’ll ever haveTo... - ['Skies Of Westerhope' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/19/skies-of-westerhope-and-other-poems/): By: David Pike Skies Of Westerhope The dream was that the hay bales would take you,To go building skiesBeyond their fields in a black and white photographOf yourself with the lure of that distanceOver thereWhere you were told you could... - ['Teacher' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/19/teacher-and-other-poems/): By: Michael Pollentine Teacher I didn’t steal the fucking cow.Is what I wish I had said.But,I was four years old.I was gentle.I was in shock.Shock, that I was not allowed to state my case,That my friend went and toldIgnoring my... - ['Penny wise, pound foolish' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/19/penny-wise-pound-foolish-and-other-poems/): By: Madhalasa Iyer penny wise, pound foolish A penny somersaults,crash-dives over its head,and lands flat on my palm. Heads: remember.Tails: forget. Lincoln stares at me.Four days and Four years ago.remember.the penny decides my fate,and my palm secures it. ### penny... - ['Last Day' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/18/last-day-and-other-poems/): By: Robert Lesher Last Day1You would talkAnd breathe out.I would breathe in,Let my wordsFall intoMy stomachAs both of usListenedTo the rain outside. On such daysThe cats cuddledOn the crochet rugIn front of the stove,And the recordsOn the turntablePlayedUp the hallFrom... - [Lesley Hazleton’s The First Muslim: The Story of Muhammad](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/18/lesley-hazletons-the-first-muslim-the-story-of-muhammad/): By: Mohammad Jashim Uddin Most Westerners judge the Prophet Muhammad through the prism of Islamic extremism. After all, someone who inspires such rabid fundamentalism must have himself been a wild-eyed zealot. But the truth is, at least as told by... - ['Goldfinch' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/17/goldfinch-and-other-poems/): By: Ray Cicetti Goldfinch On the Audubon trailI saw the goldfinch, dead,his black winged body broken neara thicket of thistle and sparse grass.The olive brown female abovecalled out, to distract me.And I remembered another Julywhen I got the call about... - [Riddles](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/16/riddles/): By: Harvey Huddleston English came easily to Roman, as had the language of every country he’d lived in.  Moving in his youth from one country of the Russian Steppes to the next, he’d picked up the Tajik, Uzbeki and Kazak,... - [Hero](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/16/hero/): By: Roliena Slingerland  “Can you come home for a bit?” Mother’s voice crackles on the other end of the phone. “I can’t.” The quickness of her lie startles even Gretta. Coming home is not the first choice these days. She... - [Finders Keepers](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/16/finders-keepers/): By: Eric Burbridge             Is that an ATM envelope on the curb? Lamar pushed his empty shopping cart quickly towards the Citibank ATM center outside Kroger. The closer he got, the harder his heart pounded. Could he be so lucky?... - [Have you seen my little girl?](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/16/have-you-seen-my-little-girl/): By: Gulshan Ara Honoring all the refugees around the world who are trying to escape man made terror, devastation, and starvation as the families divided & lost; In America, parents of children separated at border in Mexico under Donald Trump... - [Behind the hill](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/16/behind-the-hill/): By: S.A. Red There was a house behind the hillThey say it was hauntedBy human beingsThey were alive unlike the childThe mother of two killedShe didn’t need to hideBecause no one knewWhat happened that nightI didn’t need a body to... - ['Blunt Trauma' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/16/blunt-trauma-and-other-poems/): By: Richard LeDue Blunt Trauma The poems have gonequiet,like breathless swearingthat only exists in your headafter dropping a couch on your toe,but you still clear space in your living roombecause what are Saturday afternoons for?Finding crumbs everyone forgot about,only to... - [D&G’s Rêves of Ancient Hellas at Agrigento](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/16/dgs-reves-of-ancient-hellas-at-agrigento/): By: Sultana Raza Part 1 Was that woman one of the Muses, or a goddess? Would an Amazon who’d indulged in the trivial pursuit of walking the ramp be punished when she got back home? Could one spot the Three... - ['Leave’s End' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/15/leaves-end-and-other-poems/): By: Ian C. Smith Leave’s End Her, crushed to his brass buttons, khaki,a tableau I longed to see again.I stared at him, a stranger to me.Her crushed to his brass buttons, khaki,at our opened door where I could seethrough a... - [Moses Is So Over It](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/15/moses-is-so-over-it/): By: Todd Mercer Listen up, ass-hats. I mean, friends. We’ve been wandering in circles like morons for forty years on what should’ve been a two-week hike, maximum. Life is short and this has been a giant waste of our prime... - ['My heart trapped' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/15/my-heart-trapped-and-other-poems/): By: Annapurna Sharma MY HEART TRAPPED… I mused –my story was no differentfrom the one my grandma croonedin my baby years,about the Mantrik and his hearttrapped in a wee bird,in a cage. When I first saw her –she made me... - [The Real Vaccine](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/15/the-real-vaccine/): By William T. Hathaway Our world now writhes like a wounded worm, helplessto escape its torment, blindto the cause but blaminga bug: “Stop it, stomp it, strangle it!Too late – inside us, breeding into billions of bugs!Kill them, poison them!But... - ['Ten Winter Haiflu' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/12/ten-winter-haiflu-and-other-poems/): By: Jake Cosmos Aller Good-Bye 2021 Good Riddance Reflecting on the last six yearsOne cannot but senseThat momentous thingWere happening everywhere 2021 was worst than 2020And the year before as wellNonstop terrifying events The world seemsTo be spending outOf control... - [The one that got away](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/12/the-one-that-got-away/): By: James Aitchison The poem came in the night,out of the stilly darkness,each word crystalline,each line exact,the whole effect polished,perfect, perfect!,I dare say edible,hovering a millimeterbeyond my consciousness;but with the dawncame the blankness,the poem’s absence palpablein the streaky light. - [Bridge Appleton Buys A Boat](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/11/bridge-appleton-buys-a-boat/): By: James W. White On a sparkling day when the morning fog hung back along the horizon, a conversation interrupted Bridge Appleton’s concentration while he watched a sailboat make its way upwind. The boat danced from one direction to another... - ['Smoke signals' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/11/smoke-signals-and-other-poems/): By: Jack Henry the ‘i’m still here’ days i hear people talking about them good ole days,back in high school,back at the quad or in the gym,at a pep rally before the big game.how those might have been the best... - [The Loom](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/11/the-loom/): By: James Aitchison The world is my loom,The wheel spins,The Voice speaks.You do not have to waituntil death.Only man makes complexities toconfuse the real and the eternal.Heed not the Self,come forward and I,with foreknowledge,will guide you.Know then your allotted tasks,and... - ['Trance' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/10/trance-and-other-poems/): By Prathap Kamath Trance the dog came aroundthe pileat the same hoursniffed it and fell in a trance the pile had been therefrom the beginning the dog wasa later happening i was watching fromthe balconyand to my bourgeoning senseof finding... - ['Inside' and one more poem](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/10/inside-and-one-more-poem/): By: Irena Kovačević INSIDE Sprinkle on me the ashes of the old daysand rub it into the collarbonesof my new insides. Press into the touch moldsthe words of this one that floweda torrent of tidesof your waves. Soak up the... - [Coming Soon](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/10/coming-soon/): By: Robert Walicki         Acre didn’t have much going for it as towns go, but it was as good a place as any for starting over. At least it’s how Dave reasoned being there on the third floor in a... - [A Conversation about God](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/08/a-conversation-about-god/): By: Ian Fletcher There’s something within himThat cannot bear an open mindFor he will always try to fill itWith dogma and talk of GodThe almighty power he saysWe must believe in and obey.When I ask what kind of beingThis God... - ['You Get Me' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/08/you-get-me-and-other-poems/): By: Emily Breen  You Get Me You get meAnd all that I amAnd while that may not seem like much to some or to even youIt’s all I’ve ever asked forYou understand meYou understand me to my coreWhen I’m hysteric... - ['Between the Darkness and the Light' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/07/between-the-darkness-and-the-light-and-other-poems/): by Nancy Machlis Rechtman Between the Darkness and the Light There is a demarcationBetween the light and the darkWhich you might think would be greyBut you’d be wrong. Instead it has neither color nor substanceBut separates the perfidious normalcy of... - [The Reunion](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/07/the-reunion/): By: Bruce Levine The road turned abruptly, taking Sydney in what seemed like the opposite direction from her intended route. She didn’t remember seeing that turn when she’d plotted the trip on the map. And she hadn’t bothered to take... - [Uriel Fox and the Painless Curse](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/07/uriel-fox-and-the-painless-curse/): By: John F Zurn Uriel Fox entered the town of Providence in the late afternoon.  The small community was surrounded by forests with a small river running past the town on its way to the sea.  A worn-out trail led... - [Poems by Sewell](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/07/poems-by-sewell/): By Sewell Hong 1.We’ve tried the bed,the sofa and chairs,and every other corner around the flat,including the wooden floor and the woollen carpet,even the kitchen table and the bathtub,but still fail to find a placewhere the wifi connection is good.... - ['Mussels' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/06/mussels-and-other-poems/): By: David Angelo Mussels Obsidian spear tips.Quenelles of dusk.The inside of every shellcarries a perfect skyfrom a spring day.A parcel of mustard-coloured meatwaits for you to trythe sea’s music. Chewslowly, taste every note.Let your tongueabsorb the lullsand peaks hittinglike the... - [A Night in the Woods](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/06/a-night-in-the-woods/): By: Ann Christine Tabaka Sally was bored, she thumbed her fingers as she sat at her computer desk staring out of the window, watching the newly emerged green leaves dance in the wind. She could not think of anything to... - [Winter’s Soul](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/05/winters-soul/): By: Jim Bates Sunlight glistening on frosted snowIce crystals glimmering and sparkling brightStars floating above in a wintery skyTwinkling with abandon in celestial nightJanuary frozen in winter’s graspWinter’s soulful light burning fierce and fast.Jim Bates 1-13-15 - [The Saddest Pleasure: A Journey of Two Writers](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/05/the-saddest-pleasure-a-journey-of-two-writers/): By Mark D. Walker Moritz Thomsen was an iconic author and figure to his devoted fan base, and before his death in 1991 he had written five extraordinary books. Although we were of different generations and never met, we both... - [Margaret](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/05/margaret/): By: Kabaw I heard the beeping of the B03 and K10 Public Utility Vehicle (PUJ) in the busy street of Noloc.   Brakes were squealing. I missed the chirping of the Siloy and Tukmo in the countryside. Our house before was... - [Poems: 'A fiddle and a bow' n 'New beginnings'](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/04/poems-a-fiddle-and-a-bow-n-new-beginnings/): By: Pramod Rastogi A fiddle and a bow If I were a fiddle held with a buckleYou could hang me on your shoulderAnd bestride with pride your realmWhere none would dare contest you. If I were a fiddle and you... - [Labor To Be Beautiful: Work and Craft in Two Turn-of-the-Millennium Poetry Collections](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/04/labor-to-be-beautiful-work-and-craft-in-two-turn-of-the-millennium-poetry-collections/): By: Robert Levine             In its Ideas section, the May 31, 2009 issue of the Boston Globe published an essay by novelist Alain de Botton entitled “Portrait of the Artist as a Young Data-Entry Supervisor.”  Botton laments that many contemporary... - [Meenu](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/04/meenu/): By: Priya Anand Meenu peers at the unmade bed and the clothes on the floor. The clothes lie in heaps on the bed and the floor. It had taken her over 45 minutes to fold the clothes the ‘Kondo‘ way.... - ['A Dearth of Compos Mentis' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/03/a-dearth-of-compos-mentis-and-other-poems/): By: KJ Hannah Greenberg A Dearth of Compos Mentis Sanity’s too rare among apical players.Such persons prefer smoking lives toAiding their fellows through brambles. What’s more, too many ingles freezeWhen love’s parure get trafficked forTemporary passions, else importance. Today, short... - [Elementary Abecedarian](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/03/elementary-abecedarian/): By: Carl Papa Palmer Abee seedyif gee age eye jakehay elm minnow peacue arrest tea hue feedub all you hexwise sea - ['Unpurpling the sycamore' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/01/03/unpurpling-the-sycamore-and-other-poems/): By: Emalisa Rose Unpurpling the sycamore There’s two on the higher branch.Perhaps they’re conversing, in waitof the blonde one, to toss out someseeds again. One tips his wing; ready to sail thrucumulus. He lands, he takes off,in repetitive pattern, next... - [Trabor's Transition](https://literaryyard.com/2021/12/31/trabors-transition/): By: Duane L Herrmann Trabor slowly began to wake up. The throbbing in his head was noticed first, then the aches in the rest of his body. Everything hurt! Liquid trickled across his face. He wanted to wipe it off,... - ['Deliverance' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/12/29/deliverance-and-other-poems-2/): By: John Muro Deliverance Wind gusts, strong enough to lift small boats fromThe surface of water, are pelting piers and hasteningThe undoing of long-leaning trees; shredding thickHedgerows in such a way the lower leaves tangleAnd spin like minnows in shallow... - [The Tears of Revolution](https://literaryyard.com/2021/12/26/the-tears-of-revolution/): By: Akshita Chaudhuri Firdaus,tell maa her daughter ran awayfrom home in search of a home.tell my mother I am alright;tell her I have my meals on timeand my heart breaks into morepieces as her sobs reverberatethrough the dungeons of my... - ['Late Autumn Afternoon' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/12/26/late-autumn-afternoon-and-other-poems/): By: George Freek LATE AUTUMN AFTERNOON (After Tu Fu) Those distant cloudswill soon be overhead,bringing rain or snow.The flowers will be dead.Squirrels play mindless games.It’s what suits their brains.Flowers and squirrelsare soon past their prime.But as I drink my wine,I... - [The Drummer](https://literaryyard.com/2021/12/22/the-drummer/): By Stephen Myer             I slammed my fist four times against the door before I heard his body swish around. The Drummer weighed a thousand pounds and had a face like a trout. I pressed my eye against the peep-hole.... - ['Wasp Stings' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/12/21/wasp-stings-and-other-poems/): By: Galen Cunningham Wasp Stings Wasp sting litanies across hairs strongenough to twine earth and hell;wings with wind strong enough to takeroofs off the stone baked houses.Their needling alarm will wakeone’s senses to the burning sun,leaving a thick and red... - [Luck Residue](https://literaryyard.com/2021/12/17/luck-residue/): By: Patrick Sweeney     My excalibur pen, won at Excalibur Casino where everybody wins, is a spade and heart-sprinkled shaft topped with a bell jar containing two bright orange die.  The jar’s discolored with the same gunk (luck residue?) that... - [Last Visit](https://literaryyard.com/2021/12/17/last-visit/): By Patty Somlo             The afternoon following his mother’s arrival, Hamid dragged the faded green chair out and set it in front of the window. Hamid had pulled the same chair over to the window two years before, after returning... - [The Most Unfinished Thing](https://literaryyard.com/2021/12/17/the-most-unfinished-thing/): By: Jade Quinn Luna stood there, dumbstruck by the strangest mirror she had ever seen, a thing that once had belonged to her twin sister Lupa, now dead. She couldn’t sort out how come the mirror, or whatever it was,... - [An Icicle Nonet](https://literaryyard.com/2021/12/17/an-icicle-nonet/): By: Carl “Papa” Palmer Icicles always fat at their topstapering down toward the ground,time frozen in melted dropsfrom eaves around the town.They drip in the day,refreeze at night,melt away,out ofsight - [Flashes](https://literaryyard.com/2021/12/16/flashes/): By: Enrico Barigazzi. The last time i’ve seen you The fall has come bearing down on my shouldersthe forgotten regrets concealed into a casket full of summer sandand your eyes have been twinkling inside my memoriesas stars in a dark... - ['Your true worth' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/12/15/your-true-worth-and-other-poems/): By: Angela Moore Your True Worth When you can’t see your worth.You crave fames decadent reprieve.To melt the emptiness within.Bask in the spotlights warm glow.Though it only illuminates the damage they’ve done.To such a beautiful soul.Who was and will always... - [Memories](https://literaryyard.com/2021/12/14/memories/): By: Chandra Shekhar Dubey Memories sprout like cactusthat I planted in my potsoft,spiky shoots tender as nightremind me of coarse fabrics of your cloththat I dared to touch unmindful of pricksand oozing droplets of blood on my tips.Yellow bulbs of... - [Lost in their Own Heads](https://literaryyard.com/2021/12/14/lost-in-their-own-heads/): By: Harrison Abbott      I woke up and wondered whether I’d ever be a great man. After nearly three decades I was still a boy and it wasn’t looking likely; didn’t look like the world would last another fifty years... - [A Question of Money](https://literaryyard.com/2021/12/14/a-question-of-money/): By Eric Burbridge             “Larry, let me solve your financial difficulties…for five million dollars let me murder you?” Rocmon asked.             Larry Herman laughed, but the seriousness in those dark eyes made his heart sink. How did he know his... - ['A Faith Community gathers, Conwy Hill, Wales' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/12/13/a-faith-community-gathers-conwy-hill-wales-and-other-poems/): By: Stephen Kingsnorth A Faith Community gathers, Conwy Hill, Wales A ruby line, massed silver birch,the purple-plumed ice stalagmites,the russet bracken canvas backed,warm signs, green-bottle conifers,the cold winds ever interrupt. Atop near hill, in silhouette,some branches, high-sky summit stand,an upturned... - [To: Lisa, Re: The Firing](https://literaryyard.com/2021/12/13/to-lisa-re-the-firing/): By: WB Riggs I ski the steeps all day long and arrive at your storeroom in the afternoon for the evening delivery. You step out of your office with a roll of the eyes and a further instruction for our... - ['Mummifying' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2021/12/11/mummifying-and-other-poems/): By: Stephen Mead Mummifying Orchids will preserve the nectar,lilacs, the ointments of sachets layering wrappingsas I ripen more sweetly that I ever did in life.That was my charade then, a bouquet in the voice,a stamen in each eye, & my... - [Taking](https://literaryyard.com/2021/12/11/taking/):  By William Higgs III A man and woman wait impatiently for the check in a busy cafe. Downtown Chicago, a sunny afternoon, the man taps his shoes on the faux hardwood floors. The woman with him is embarrassed by his... - [A poem can change winter](https://literaryyard.com/2021/12/11/a-poem-can-change-winter/): By: James Aitchison Sleet-bleak days,Nights like black lakes,Storms stoop low,Scraping hilltops.All the world is brittle now,And all the peopleStick figures in the snow.Such is winter:The colourless chillAwaiting the warmth ofWords and love. - ['It’s always darkest before the dawn' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/01/29/its-always-darkest-before-the-dawn-and-other-poems/): By John RC Potter It’s always darkest before the dawn    1968:“You’re in big trouble now!” I shouted.Absent sister, worried motherFalling window, bleeding fingerShe came home late, up to no good.Troubled sister, curious brotherRunning feet, falling snowShe ran away into... - [The Deepest Bruise](https://literaryyard.com/2023/01/28/the-deepest-bruise/): By: Daniel Millard There is a woundingA psychic bruiseNot an actual memoryBut my body knowsI feel it deeplyInside of sickened bones When I was 27, you told meWhat you used to do to meAs a baby boyYou said it right... - [Sovereignty ](https://literaryyard.com/2023/01/28/sovereignty/): By: James Maloney Ask the lines of late Januaryin which marrow either is or is not.Declared four gases from the tongue,against our stride on Heritage trail. What is the shape of our character? Declared oak-rooted shoots as lignin tissue.Cross measures... - [Should LGBTQ be a separate genre?](https://literaryyard.com/2023/01/28/should-lgbtq-be-a-separate-genre/): By: Smrithi Senthilnathan Here are my opinions on this. I’m not saying a complete ‘yes’ or ‘no’, because there are arguments in favor and against both sides so I hope you read this and then let me know what you... - [Living property ~ females then, animals now ~](https://literaryyard.com/2023/01/26/living-property-females-then-animals-now/): By: Mayumi Yamamoto Domestic animals are counted as a property of their owners.Property!(I need another word; my beloved cat is my family.) Ann Samolyk rescued her neighbor’s dog from drowning in a canal.The dog was saved unharmed, butAnn has been... - ['Captured' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/01/26/captured-and-other-poems/): By: Roger G. Singer CAPTURED moonlighton the driftof your face pauses to gazethe beauty as your handshields thefountains ablazewithin your eyesfrom a moonjealous ofyour youthfulheart ### BELOW strong gravestone name, date, a story moss and lichencompete for space withered flowers... - [HAKUNA MATATA](https://literaryyard.com/2023/01/25/hakuna-matata/): By: Andrea Myinga There are no worries,If all you want is your selfEarth peopled with strangersThey first care for themselves. Look around at least to find oneThe sun might fall downLeaving your eyes on streetsCatching none who put anyone first... - [Reset](https://literaryyard.com/2023/01/25/reset/): By: Leigh-Anne Burley Birth and deathreset clocksbells toll on both. Heady winds thwartsailors and politicians. Paying attention is anessential navigational instrument. Fog and stumblingproduce clarity. There is a broader range of truthin ramblings and doodles. To get perspective,tip over a... - [A Comparison of Ray Bradbury's Two Short Stories in the Illustrated Man](https://literaryyard.com/2023/01/25/a-comparison-of-ray-bradburys-two-short-stories-in-the-illustrated-man/): By Nickolas Yoon Bradbury frequently presents a situation in his short stories and follows it to a conclusion that seems inevitable to the reader. The beginning may be fantastic in some way, but it will always be consistent with human... - [Strange Bewildering Time: Istanbul to Kathmandu in the Last Year of the Hippie Trail](https://literaryyard.com/2023/01/25/strange-bewildering-time-istanbul-to-kathmandu-in-the-last-year-of-the-hippie-trail/): Intriguing, eye-opening and relevant, House of Anansi Press announces the upcoming book launch for Strange Bewildering Time: Istanbul to Kathmandu in the Last Year of the Hippie Trail by Mark Abley. In the spring of 1978, at age twenty-two, Mark... - [Name and Shame](https://literaryyard.com/2023/01/24/name-and-shame/): Words that calculatingly drip with murderous intent and threaten, like an FBI Profiler's accuracy, to knock you right between the teeth. - [Will AI tool ChatGPT replace writers?](https://literaryyard.com/2023/01/23/will-ai-tool-chatgpt-replace-writers/): OpenAI developed ChatGPT, a cutting-edge natural language processing (NLP) tool, that has sparked a tsunami of concerns amongst professionals from all walks of industries and backgrounds including writers. A variant of the popular GPT-3 language model, the tool is capable... - [The new Celtic Ode to the dreamed mother Nature](https://literaryyard.com/2023/01/23/the-new-celtic-ode-to-the-dreamed-mother-nature/): By: Paweł Markiewicz ABABACACA You are an enjoyable juniper!You are a pleasurable bush!You are an agreeable poplar!You are a delightful spruce!You are a gratifying cedar!You are an amusing birch!You are a diverting corn!You are a bonny pine!You are a lovely... - [Revenge](https://literaryyard.com/2023/01/23/revenge/): By: Suzanne Zipperer Church picnics used to be a big thing when churches were. When we were teens we went every weekend, probably because there wasn’t much else to do and also because they didn’t ask for IDs so we... - ['Anti-Medusa' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/01/21/anti-medusa-and-other-poems/): By: Radomir Luza Anti-Medusa(For Sylvia Plath) Your words like butterfliesHair like magenta skiesCelebrating mended lies Knowing what I do notNight ending in night beginningLike a schizophrenic ringing Victims winning as they are done sinningThemselves with a bell entering hell With... - [Pilgrims Of Tranquility](https://literaryyard.com/2023/01/21/pilgrims-of-tranquility/): By: Raymond Greiner Science reveals humanity has occupied Earth in excess of two million years confronting incremental challenges in a quest for survival and longevity.  My name is Caleb. I am sixteen years old and documenting my life thus far.... - ['The South Again' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/01/21/the-south-again-and-other-poems/): By: Anthony David Vernon The South Again FloridaTake me as I amI want youIn my arms againAnd then to let you goFor GeorgiaOr VirginiaOr anywhere else againLet me pull you in like I didThen leave like I use toAnd still... - [Perfection in smithereens](https://literaryyard.com/2023/01/21/perfection-in-smithereens/): By: Annapurani Vaidyanathan POEM #1: There’s nothing perfect about beauty, about you, me and this world that’s doused with entropy. Yet perfect is always what we long for, don’t we? We lose sleep over greying hair and balding foreheads and... - [Sucking In: A Fable](https://literaryyard.com/2023/01/21/sucking-in-a-fable/): By: William Kitcher John was just a baby when his parents realized that there was something strange about him. John’s mother tried to breastfeed him, but quickly gave it up when she found she couldn’t produce enough milk to keep... - [Hardening of the Arteries](https://literaryyard.com/2023/01/21/hardening-of-the-arteries/): By John RC PotterWhen her husband passed away after a brief battle with cancer my grandmother tried to lift him up from the casket. Five years passed. She was found wandering around town during the winter, without a coat. Her... - [Echo](https://literaryyard.com/2023/01/21/echo/): By: Anthony Ward You thought this house was haunted. Those years we lived here. Until you were too afraid to stay any longer, and you fled, leaving me alone to look back on us, with the house like an empty... - ['Words of an African Child' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/01/21/words-of-an-african-child-and-other-poems/): By: The Muse Words of an African Child ma,I’ve wanted tohold your hands whilethe sun is closing its eyes&when that flowerin our backyardis saying ‘hello’ for the first time. (I wanted for youto open your eyesto see my soul) da,do... - [Ash Wednesday](https://literaryyard.com/2023/01/19/ash-wednesday/): By: A.J. Ortega It was my fault, and I knew this only when I was kicking through charred furniture, books, and two-by-fours.I hoped that I’d find the red lunchbox, only half-melted, and, with my now useless house key, I’d pry... - ['January Again' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/01/19/january-again-and-other-poems/): By: Richard LeDue January Again Lonely as a cornerwhere there used to be a Christmas tree,and the musicless silencea reminder of every goodbyethat passedbefore there was evena hello. ### Empty Rooms Seducing Them With Silence Everyone’s still existingthrough the loneliest... - ['Romain Blue Domain' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/01/19/romain-blue-domain-and-other-poems/): By: Darren Stephen Lynch Romain Blue Domain Unlatch the cities fragrant eyesMind trailing abreast in the abode of beating nightOpen along the passageA kin of raptured taleLevelled by this promiseElaborating too the sight of forwarded poseA touching divinityWarmth rushing freedEntered... - [Shattered Face](https://literaryyard.com/2023/01/19/shattered-face/): By: Erik Priedkalns Where’s Happy now?Why’s it so hard to get that fix?Lows stay forever,Highs go like an LA snow.What about you, Smiley Face?Softly speaking, Calm.Never heard a single word.Never saw the red sky warning.Never.Where’d you stow the frenzied Beast?Snarling,... - [Hmmm! Who will tell?](https://literaryyard.com/2023/01/18/hmmm-who-will-tell/): By: Sheila Henry I question myselfat this stage of life,a lot of living behind me,more than three scores and tenand not as much ahead—I surmise. A junction reached for pauseto take inventory,no more forks in the road to worry about,no... - ['Pallas's cat' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/01/13/pallass-cat-and-other-poems/): By: Christian Ward Pallas’s catOtocolobus manul The OG grumpy cat. It memesitself every time it steps outside,every pika and squirrela flashbulb never cooling down.A chubby pile of grey furreshaped by cold-pressed code.Perhaps, instead, it dreamsof a domestic life – the... - ['Coming Clean' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/01/13/coming-clean-and-other-poems/): By: J.K. Durick Coming Clean Cleaning up is easy to doWe know the basicsAlmost by instinct.Things are put backWhere they belong orWhere we think they belong.Then trying to strike a balanceWe arrange objectsStraighten the picturesRearrange the statuesPluck out the dead... - [Writing poetry to reduce stress: Vanaja Malathy](https://literaryyard.com/2023/01/11/writing-poetry-to-reduce-stress-vanaja-malathy/): In the latest edition of AuthorTalks, Vanaja Malathy discusses her creative writing journey at length with us. She talks about her transition from the shoes of a teacher, a lecturer, a professor, and a principal to being a poet. Her... - [Anwar Hossain’s Management Education and Environment: A Cream of Research](https://literaryyard.com/2023/01/11/anwar-hossains-management-education-and-environment-a-cream-of-research/): By: Mohammad Jashim Uddin Anwar Hossain is a prolific university teacher in business education. He has engaged in teaching more than fifty years in University of Dhaka and some other private universities. In his teaching period and administrative tenure, he... - ['Dancing Machine' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/01/11/dancing-machine-and-other-poems/): By Karen Lee Stradford Dancing Machine We arrived at 11:00waitingto enter the club.The line is formingalong the brick wall.Everyone dressed in sparkles. Baron is wearing a plain white shirtwith blue jeans,carrying a duffel bag,lookingout of place. The doors open.We push... - ['Winter's frigid song' and other haiku](https://literaryyard.com/2023/01/11/winters-frigid-song-and-other-haiku/): By: Jim Bates Winter’s frigid songCold wind howling through bare treesWindswept melody. Clear cold winter nightDome of stars bright and immenseStarlight streaming bliss. Out comet huntingSaw instead a soft sunsetMagic in the sky. Winter afternoonSunlight hanging suspendedAlmost whispering. - ['Tilth' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/01/09/tilth-and-other-poems/): By: Stephen Kingsnorth Tilth Where I am rooted, said the parched,is not well suited to my thirst.My bed is grit and not the tilththat lets me search and stretch in earth,drawing on moist and nurture’s wealth.I sunbathe in the light... - [Internal conflicts](https://literaryyard.com/2023/01/09/internal-conflicts/): By: Josephine Rudolf When the little girl who barely had enough to surviveTurns into a grown woman with plenty of resourceBut still, she cannot thriveAnother trauma is here to unpack of course There was never much, yet enough to crowd... - [Journal](https://literaryyard.com/2023/01/08/journal/): By Joseph Hoft He backed into the driveway. The radio rambled on about vaccine holdbacks. He sighed, got out of the car, and walked to the front door. It was unlocked. That’s unusual. The lights are off, too. He walked... - [Dreams of a Magic Pig](https://literaryyard.com/2023/01/08/dreams-of-a-magic-pig/): By: Tom Ball      There were many disruptions to normal life from the wars. I ended up cast out from my village and found myself in a primordial setting; it was just me and the girl in an orange grove.... - [Unleash the inner-me](https://literaryyard.com/2023/01/07/unleash-the-inner-me/): By: Vanaja Malathy One step out…an expanse of snowas if some naughty kids tilted barrels of white paint from aboveall vegetation came under its coatblank silence everywherechirpy birds, light-footed squirrels, voracious caterpillars…gone busy celebrating elsewhere?life seemed dull and blank Yet... - [The Queen's Magic](https://literaryyard.com/2023/01/06/the-queens-magic/): By: James Dickman Call me the Pirate Queen. Call me a rebel. And rightly so. It’s my clan’s trust that I carry, dear. Is it not my duty to protect our ancestral lands, enforce fishing tariffs, and to seek prosperous... - ['A Novel So Great It Cannot Be Named' and other stories](https://literaryyard.com/2023/01/06/a-novel-so-great-it-cannot-be-named-and-other-stories/): By: Ethan Goffman A Novel So Great It Cannot Be Named Well over a century ago, a great novel was born.  It had a powerful title, too powerful, at this point in history, to name.  The title had been ordinary... - ['Afar' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/01/06/afar-and-other-poems/): By: Shontay Luna Afar Did you glance upon me,my most sweet love?Adoring you from afar,heart laden withtorturous longing.The distance apartno matchfor the desire myheart holds;how a mere glanceupon you brings mesuch joy. And yet I knowyou’ve never seen me.But that’s... - [Seasons](https://literaryyard.com/2023/01/04/seasons/): By: Mahathi SEASONSI stepped on crackling Autumn leaves wriggling on ground.I sighed and slowly walked towards a naked treeAnd whispered low. “Not long these days. You’ll see aroundFresh leaves on twigs. You’ll see a dancing honey beeRotating round your buds... - [Casual Numbers on the News](https://literaryyard.com/2023/01/04/casual-numbers-on-the-news/): By: Amal El-Sayed 243 stuffed toysRide the yellow school buses in Rynok Square.An excursion of ghosts. 109 empty strollersLine up the cobbled streets of Lviv.A graveyard of children. 2 stuffed teddy bearsSleep in a baby carrier.A remnant of joy. 1... - [We were Born to Clap](https://literaryyard.com/2023/01/03/we-were-born-to-clap/): By: Muhammad Nasrullah Khan Dear First World, Salute to youAccept humble bow, from the Third World.Thank you for the great lectures for fucking idiots.Heads hung low, wide-eyed,we clapped. You sold us your notion of humanity,we lived in a barbaric world.You... - ['What else can I say?' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/01/03/what-else-can-i-say-and-other-poems/): By: Esha Sury WHAT ELSE CAN I SAY? This bone-tiredness to speak ended aspure reprieve. I dispose of my last penand a surrendered dove, as remittance, gaveits’ awareness to me in a dawn of non-talk.I wish plainly to cradle wordless... - ['In Quest of You Since Long' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/01/03/in-quest-of-you-since-long-and-other-poems/): By: Pramod Rastogi In Quest of You Since Long Time has lost its rhythm for me.Alternating in cycles the days and nightsAnnounce neither the whispering dawnsNor denounce the hush of twilight woes. Leaving time and space to sleep and yawn,I... - [Dear Poets of the World](https://literaryyard.com/2023/01/03/poets-of-the-world/): By: Sheila Henry I see you beyondyour humanness,your one of a kind-ness.When you recite your work, itpricks the ears of nightingales,they stand still and listen,their heads tilt to one side,they are captivated by the rich tone of your voice.Same—when you... - [Riot: A Love Story by Shashi Tharoor](https://literaryyard.com/2023/01/03/riot-a-love-story-by-shashi-tharoor/): By Ramlal Agarwal Shashi Tharoor’s third novel, Riot, confirms that he strives for novelty in his fiction. The novelty was a prominent feature of his first novel, “The Great Indian Novel,” about Indira Gandhi’s usurpation of civil rights during the... - ['Our Rock Salt Lives and the Lady Spring' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/01/03/our-rock-salt-lives-and-the-lady-spring-and-other-poems/): By: Travis Weis Our Rock Salt Lives and the Lady Spring It’s arduous breathing in such coldness.The thin serrated air slicing at your throat.Our only defense is shallow breaths to parry the slashes.Yet here you are, defenseless.Hellishly sobbing in the... - ['On Becoming Preys to Terrorists' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/01/03/on-becoming-preys-to-terrorists-and-other-poems/): By: Blessing Omeiza Ojo On Becoming Preys to Terrorists, I Remember Childhood Exploits.Perhaps, the burning of Borno by herdersis the wind of karma banging on our doors.Most of us raised in the village were bad children.On our way home, after... - ['Carmen contra molestiae' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/12/27/carmen-contra-molestiae-and-other-poems/): By: Douglas Colston Carmen contrā molestiae(A poem against troubles, annoyances, molestation and the vexatious) A rhyming poemcan seem like a tome –a section of a larger work,it’s likely a dubious perk. Constraining the creative processmay lead to a bit of... - [Perspective](https://literaryyard.com/2022/12/27/perspective-2/): By: James Aitchison See the truth within whichour lives are lived and linked.Hear the answerswhich all men have soughtin their allotted lives.You will not be burdened.You will not be mocked.Hear the Voicethat speaks in the silence,the Wheel that spinsthe lives... - ['Star Bright' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/12/22/star-bright-and-other-poems/): By: Frances Leitch Star Bright Sprouting starsof flowers bloomingin fields and meadowsThe birth of springsunshine huesand velvet petalsClothe the earthin faces of lightwashing offthe tinge of nightStar Bright Little Bird In the chilly mornWhen the sun rises uppast the songbirds... - [The Eiffel](https://literaryyard.com/2022/12/22/the-eiffel/): By: Andrea Myinga An appetite won at noonLost on facing a tableThe one entrusted to blessMake it bitter and long It absorbed aromaKilled stories going onStories of pallbearer and IAbout the best casketHas to match colours of heaven Hey heaven!... - [Spiritual Awakening, a Cure for Depression](https://literaryyard.com/2022/12/21/spiritual-awakening-a-cure-for-depression/): By: Malathy Sreenivasan The Mind acts like an enemy for those who do not control it.                                    Lord Krishna, Shrimad Bhagavad Gita The world is changing; the technological advances in nuclear science, space exploration, medical field, education, health, food habits,... - [Four Winter Haiku - 3](https://literaryyard.com/2022/12/21/four-winter-haiku-3/): By: Jim Bates Snowy lakeside treesHazy soft dreamy shorelineFrosted Fairyland. After the snowfallLandscape resting peacefullyOverwhelming calm. Northwest wind blowingCold gray winter day chills deepFireplace burns warmly. Deep north woods cabinDecember snowfall thigh deepSnowshoes beckoning.. - [Thou Shalt Not](https://literaryyard.com/2022/12/21/thou-shalt-not/): By: Rich Elliott The boys in the wagon whooped and hollered, delirious with adventure. “Glory bound!” “Graybacks, look out!” “Here come the heroes of Osky!” Thirteen-year-old Joseph John did a drum roll on a barrel-top. Brrrrt, tap. Tap, tap, tap.... - [Exploring the ‘well-earned’ Freedom](https://literaryyard.com/2022/12/20/exploring-the-well-earned-freedom/): By Payal Nagpal the well-earned brings together 65 poets from different parts of India, including Tripura, Odisha, Assam, West Bengal, Arunachal Pradesh, Delhi, Jalandhar, Mumbai, Tiruchirappalli, Hyderabad, and Pune. The editor, Kiriti Sengupta, has authored several volumes of poetry, and... - ['Isolation Alley' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/12/20/isolation-alley-and-other-poems/): By: Radomir Vojtech Luza Isolation Alley Alone in room 22A metaphysical zooLoaded choo choo Here in Grand Valley Healthcare CenterIn Van Nuys, CA The walls speaking a language of their ownClosing in like Allied troops after Normandy Blinds taped to... - [The Nervous Dark](https://literaryyard.com/2022/12/19/the-nervous-dark/): By Harrison Abbott Miles came in. Loudly. He bashed the front door shut and woke me up. As he’d done before so many times. I loved the man, but, fuck, he was a noisy bastard, and I’d already spoken to... - [Touch of Fire](https://literaryyard.com/2022/12/19/touch-of-fire/): By: Nikki Williams Joan took one last look at the sunlit ocean from her window seat. Blue, like the sprawling sky that filtered through foliage as she’d trekked into the dense woods.  When she’d finally found the hut under the... - [Reconstruction](https://literaryyard.com/2022/12/19/reconstruction/): By: Don Tassone Five months after the end of a war that pitted brother against brother, still dressed in his blue uniform, Thomas Fenwick approached a brick house surrounded by oaks and maples with leaves of red and brown.  White... - [Void inside of us](https://literaryyard.com/2022/12/19/void-inside-of-us/): By: Mykyta Ryzhykh There’s a void inside of us that can’t be filled with porn moviesThere is an emptiness inside of us that needs to be filledA jug from the human body broken into fragments of timeThe clay from which... - [#JusticeForPercyLapid](https://literaryyard.com/2022/12/19/justiceforpercylapid/): By: April Mae M. Berza We march in the streetsof the historic Mendiola,mobilizing the massesto cry for justicefor the great Percy Lapid. His early deathrekindled the flameof a Filipino movementagainst tyrantsand oligarchs. I’m imprisonedinside the livid rageof a dying evening,trying... - ['Trews Weir' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/12/15/trews-weir-and-other-poems/): By: Stephen Kingsnorth Trews Weir What true, which spun embroidered myth?I knew the weir, its timber trap. Long float log boat from Exmoor down,that salmon leap, where few flew by,and pool beneath by Ducks Marsh green,neither bog nor drake insight.... - [The agony in writing](https://literaryyard.com/2022/12/15/the-agony-in-writing/): By: Josephine Rudolf She shut down her computer for the fifth time that day, the feeling of rejection drowned out whatever bit of hope she had left. The aspiring author avoided looking into the mirror, on her way to the... - ['Dyeing Blue Rain Rust' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/12/15/dyeing-blue-rain-rust-and-other-poems/): By: Amber Pineda Dyeing Blue Rain Rust In the loud stillness of this barrenCover of cascading stars and mellow rainAre these red strings of restraint thatEmbrace learned destinyAs though it were beneath your skin. There is a sprinkle of porcelain... - [Review: Water Has Many Colors](https://literaryyard.com/2022/12/12/review-water-has-many-colors/): In the acknowledgement note of his latest poetry collection ‘Water has Many Colors’, Kiriti Sengupta rues the absence of schools that can teach poetry in India. In my opinion, there is a reason behind this. And that is, you can... - [Zoom In and Weave In the Details](https://literaryyard.com/2022/12/09/zoom-in-and-weave-in-the-details/): By: Linda S Gunther I think about the fabric of my story. What does it feel like in terms of texture? How does it sound when I read it aloud? I know that what makes a story sing, whether memoir or fiction... - [Voices](https://literaryyard.com/2022/12/09/voices-2/): By: Ruth Deming When I awoke and removed the noisy CPAP machine from my nostrils, I remembered. Writing day! I peeked out my upstairs window. An enormously bright light grinned at me from the darkness across the street.             The... - ['15 minutes of Fame' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/12/09/15-minutes-of-fame-and-other-poems/): By Karen Lee Stradford 15 minutes of Fame My dream came true.I finally got your attentionafter being unnoticedfor so long.I feel like a celebrity. I’m happy to bethe center of your attraction.But, I hope that my 15 minuteswill last. ###... - [Janice and James](https://literaryyard.com/2022/12/09/janice-and-james/): By: Bruce Levine Plan “C” Janice and James were spontaneous. They had many things they regularly enjoyed, but could easily take a detour and discover an adventure. When one plan failed, for whatever reason, a quick turn, physical or otherwise,... - [Writing poetry and making a career out of it: Poet Catfish McDaris](https://literaryyard.com/2022/12/09/writing-poetry-and-making-a-career-out-of-it-poet-catfish-mcdaris/): With the world becoming one due to the increasing use of technology, there is fusion taking place in cultures, fashions, styles and languages. A range of new words which no one could imagine a decade ago is becoming part of... - [Saudade](https://literaryyard.com/2022/12/06/saudade/): By: Arikewusola Abdul Awal What do you think the flowercarries in the dawn? Mist? No.It’s the tears it sheds at the fare-well of the moon. The gerbilnever strays the noon; she mournsin the burrow longing for the moon.My heart is... - ['Seize it' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/12/06/seize-it-and-other-poems/): By: Anaya Seize it I can feel itIt’s hereI’m hereFinally Cut the ribbonOpen upSo I didEventually Is this how it feelsSomething newI’m newHopefully Like a dreamThis realI’m realFantastically ### The chair I’m a chair.Just wood and wicker.I don’t even have... - [Good Morning](https://literaryyard.com/2022/12/06/good-morning/): By: Alan Berger After a night of attempted slumberIn restless soul townI awoke staring at the same fucking numberThe one that might stop at anytime but will never go down I know I knowThe musings of a clown When I... - [Three books about India have won the Booker Prize](https://literaryyard.com/2022/12/05/three-books-about-india-have-won-the-booker-prize/): By Ramlal Agarwal Some readers interpreted this as British nostalgia for the Raj. In fact, the novels have no trace of nostalgia for the Raj but rather disenchantment with it. They depict the tragedy of the British caught up in... - ['Argued into Existence' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/12/04/argued-into-existence-and-other-poems/): By: KJ Hannah Greenberg Argued into Existence Reality yardsticks, measurements acknowledging, cognizing,Integrating others’ attitudes & actions across personal views,Let citizens wrestle meaning. “Getting the gist” does matter.Flinging pixie dust can’t compete with shared values’ power. Hume, Kant, Voltaire, as well... - [My Grandpa Betrayed Me Twice](https://literaryyard.com/2022/12/04/my-grandpa-betrayed-me-twice/): By: Ismail Yusuf Olumoh when i was young, everything was cloudy; all i learnedbecame watery like melting shea butter. i thought itwill cascade, but it’s unclassified. it vaporised as usual.on friday, grandpa took me to the central mosque to takea... - [Four Winter Haiku](https://literaryyard.com/2022/12/04/four-winter-haiku-2/): By: Jim Bates Sunlit snow fallingTiny flakes frosting the groundSparkling and gleaming. InterconnectedFrigid cold and bright sunshineWinter’s Yin and Yang. Cold affecting brainSnowy visions of penguinsHappily dancing. Lonely owl callingEchoes a winter’s silenceDeeper than the night. - [Sleep it on](https://literaryyard.com/2022/12/02/sleep-it-on/): By: Alan Berger The drinks kept flowingThere was no sign of slowingShould leave now and sleep it off before workBefore I pop yet another cork After an undertow of oblivionI decided to watch the dawnI’ll just stay up all nightAnd... - [Boulevard](https://literaryyard.com/2022/12/02/boulevard/): By: Victor Azubike Sunsets;Clouds spread like sheets;Evening rush hour;Green light;Speeding cars. Cover of fadingGreen vegetations:Intimations of the dry seasonOn the sidewalkOf a boulevard. Murals,Golden dewdropsAndBushyGerminationOf ideasInFlowerpots byA shadowy horticulturist. Carbon emissions:Pollution by the left;Pollination by the right-An antidoteTo the poisonOf... - [Alien Gods](https://literaryyard.com/2022/12/01/alien-gods/): By: Tom Ball I      Boris Q was a big unknown when the people elected him to lead America. But he seemed full of promise. He said he would introduce new Aliens that he had discovered were living amongst us... - [About This Morning](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/30/about-this-morning/): By: Radomir Luza In October of 1986, New York City was something completely different. Crime was rampant. Homelessness was a new problem especially in the subway system in the Winter. Times Square was not a tourist attraction, but a violent underground... - [These Girls Were All One](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/29/these-girls-were-all-one/): By: Cailey Tarriane She yearned to be desireless, but insteadThe Girl with Wisdom wanted no riches, soThe Girl with Desires desired to destroy gold in her mind-no more would she crave for its feeling on her bony fingersand richness was... - [Indian Novel in English: Last three decades](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/28/indian-novel-in-english-last-three-decades/): By Ramlal Agarwal Writing about Indian writing in English. Salman Rushdie in his preface to Vintage Indian writing in English 1947-1997 says, “The prose writing – both fiction and non-fiction created in this period by Indian writing working in English,... - ['Streams' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/28/streams-and-other-poems/): By: J.K. Durick Streams Stepping across, carefully, there’s a stumblebuilt into this, a foot on the closest stonethen onto the next and next, till you havecrossed with your feet, shoes almost dry.I did this in a dream last night, like... - [Four Winter Holiday Haiku](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/28/four-winter-holiday-haiku/): By: Jim Bates Choirs singing songsOf peace and joy so soothingLike snowflakes falling. Kids falling asleepSafe and warm with Christmas dreamsOf sleigh bells ringing. Soft lustrous moonlightFills the night with visions ofSugar plums dancing. Children’s laugher ringsWhile old folks share... - [Arundhati Roy's The God of Small Things: Broken lives, Illicit love and Incest](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/27/arundhati-roys-the-god-of-small-things-broken-lives-illicit-love-and-incest/): By: Ramlal Agarwal Like Salman Rushdie, Arundhati Roy is not deterred by the constraints of using English as Indo-English writers did before Rushdie. Rushdie and Roy adapt English to suit the expression of the chaotic emotional turmoil of the Indian... - [I am Ungrown](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/27/i-am-ungrown/): By: Cailey Tarriane A creature with qualities of a bird who can soar high and low,face ups and downs, zigs and zags I am unready for, I, a birdwith the comforts of its nest, well provided by its twigs, self-builtbut... - [The Revolutionary New Method](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/27/the-revolutionary-new-method/): By: Stephen Faulkner             Since it has gained its small share of notoriety over the past few months it has been labeled a “profession” in a sneering sort of manner.  One does not go into such a discipline lightly, seeking... - [Building for others](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/27/building-for-others/): By: Elizabeth V.Koshy An excavator pounds the rock,earth moving machines claw outboulders to make boulder-hills,from the first light to evening twilight. Working to the dictates of the concrete mixeryellow-helmeted automatons, apparitions in grey,collect the spewed out concrete in wheelbarrowsand empty... - [Remember](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/27/remember/): By: Alan Berger Do you rememberWhat day we met?What time it was?That my shirt was redYou laughedAt everythingThat I said What we drankAnd how manyThe waiter’s name too? I know you don’tBut I do I don’t rememberThe promises to you... - ['American Original' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/27/american-original-and-other-poems/): By: Radomir Vojtech Luza American Original I was born out of Hitler’s bloody diseaseStalin’s scarred and shredded knees Raised in the Deep SouthWhere African AmericansHang from treesLike gray moss Schooled in the finest Catholic institutionsOf higher learning where hypocrisyWas the... - ['Percy Lapid is the Phoenix Rising from the Ashes' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/26/percy-lapid-is-the-phoenix-rising-from-the-ashes-and-other-poems/): By: April Mae M. Berza Percy Lapid is the Phoenix Rising from the Ashes We can because we believeWe believe because we canStill, we rise above the challenges. We dream it until we make it a realityWe make it a... - ['Dale As I Dream of the Stars at Night' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/25/dale-as-i-dream-of-the-stars-at-night-and-other-poems/): By: April Mae M. Berza Dale As I Dream of the Stars at Night I’ve seen you before in one of my dreams,gratitude embraced you and the universe of versesconspired to make you a reality, you smiledat me, and I... - ['The Feeling Returned' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/25/the-feeling-returned-and-other-poems/): By: Christopher Collingwood The Feeling Returned The feeling returnedwith the season –the strand of yoursweater, caught beneaththe wing of a bird, unravellinga forgotten desire, a momentreturned by the flock,instinct carried beyondour misgivings. Knowing nature –I saw the uneasinessin their wild... - [The Swaying Tree](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/24/the-swaying-tree/): By: Chase Reed A tree on a hillSits tall and strong.But the tree doesn’t feelThis is where it belongs. One gust of windBends the tree east and west.North and south once again,It sways more than the rest. “My roots cannot... - ['The Toxic Wha' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/24/the-toxic-wha-and-other-poems/): By: E. Martin Pedersen The Toxic Wha That guy, that guy, that slapped mein high school, I’ll neverforgive him, that guy’s toxicI won’t sit with him at the50th class reunion, we werein P.E. playing soccer for thefirst time — it... - [The Incident at Mule Deer Run](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/24/the-incident-at-mule-deer-run/): By: Charlie Dickinson Clamping cellphone to his fleshy ear, he glowered at the backyard, waiting on the rings.             “911, do you need police, fire or ambulance?”             “What can you send? Hurry, I gotta dead body here.”             “Okay,... - [The strand](https://literaryyard.com/2022/06/29/the-strand/): By: James Aitchison There is a patternto which all life adheres.Earthly binds define us, incorrectly,for destiny wills otherwise.Your life is a strand on my loom.Embedded in your pure and sinner selfare qualities and meritsinherited from past existences.Set free the beauty... - ['Tattered Diary' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/06/29/tattered-diary-and-other-poems/): By: Mahathi TATTERED DIARYA knot after a knot, one more and more!Before he felt the ease of looseningumbilical cord, he saw through opened doora waiting world of tangled mortal strings. He simpered at the lady suckling milkand beamed a knowing... - [The River-ness](https://literaryyard.com/2022/06/21/the-river-ness/): By: Kelvin J. Shachile I To proceed towards the west, the escarpments looking like the end where the sky meets the earth. The silence of a world you’d guess Jesus visits everyday but sinners still roam around free like prisons... - [Thinking to Return](https://literaryyard.com/2022/06/21/thinking-to-return/): By: Rakibul HassanTranslated by: Mohammad Jashim Uddin Thinking to return—My Western windIntoxicated kissWildly uncontrollable youthWill return with everythingMy sunshine hasn’t become mineSeeing frightened of my hellish fireAngel of paradise returns to ParadiseMy extreme formidable reddish extended hood of surgesUrban-lady is... - [Dreamer of Utopias](https://literaryyard.com/2022/06/17/dreamer-of-utopias/): By: Tom Ball No one thought much about Tom in his youth. He was an ordinary boy. But when he grew up, he changed into a man who had ideas for the future. For example, he said, “Women should rule... - [The Cherry Now](https://literaryyard.com/2022/06/17/the-cherry-now/): By Anna Cates Ignatius Yeats had just settled down for afternoon tea when a knock sounded at the door.  He jumped as if a ghost had spooked him.  That someone would occasion upon him was frightening.  Nobody ever visited him. ... - ['Don’t Think' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/06/17/dont-think-and-other-poems/): By: Jon Carter don’t think how long mustthe soul remainunfed- the leafless treesare pale yellow miragesof themselvesof the springstoic atop frosted hills… …but on the bus when I close myeyes I make themgo away-power? no, only perception. opening my eyes... - [Unstable Skies](https://literaryyard.com/2022/06/17/unstable-skies/): By: Michelle Faulkner This is not a quaint case of the bluesNo handkerchief for a dainty cheekI want to howl, I want to shriekI want to tear the world in two As you safely standIn your well-dressed landHanding out ornate... - ['Beautiful Trees' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/06/17/beautiful-trees-and-other-poems/): By: Louis Efron Beautiful Trees Petrified roots cemented deepIn the rigid jaws of Earth Arms struggling against another stormFruit and leaves dead yet unfallen Thrust to crackCrack to break Limb to limb, serpentine rainFills the spaces between Two imposing figures... - [The marvel of the freedom: In patches](https://literaryyard.com/2022/06/17/the-marvel-of-the-freedom-in-patches/): By: Pawel Markiewicz The vault opens itself at dawn.The calyx of an Arctic alpine forget-me-not reopensfor an enchanting glory of the sunshiny dreams,because of the eternally august poem,that reads lenient and benignant. Throughout the day:there is up there a paradisiacal... - [Report from Germany: Refugees Welcome – Sometimes](https://literaryyard.com/2022/06/14/report-from-germany-refugees-welcome-sometimes/): By William T. Hathaway Posted on streetlamps all over Germany are stickers showing fleeing silhouettes with the caption, “Refugees welcome – bring your families”. Some have been blacked out with felt markers or ripped partially away. The Germans have mixed... - ['On hold' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/06/14/on-hold-and-other-poems/): By: J.K. Durick On Hold It’s another worldYou dial intoIt rings twice andYou’re thereA voice greets you andTells you thatYour call is importantTo themAnd to stay on the lineAndYour call will be answeredIn the order it was receivedThen the music... - [The Vacation](https://literaryyard.com/2022/06/14/the-vacation/): By: Bruce Levine Friday seemed like it would never come. If the time was distance and it was measured in lightyears it would still be incalculable. For Wendi Blake time had definitely stood still. The reality was that it was... - [Is lasting peace possible?](https://literaryyard.com/2022/06/14/is-lasting-peace-possible/): By William T. Hathaway The wise men of the establishment are again telling us that hopes for lasting peace are a delusion. They declare that human nature makes it impossible, that war is built into our genes. They point to... - [The relevance of non-alignment re-emerges for India?](https://literaryyard.com/2022/06/07/the-relevance-of-non-alignment-re-emerges-for-india/): While the international system today may look vastly different from what it used to be back in the Cold War era, it is no different in India’s case except for one thing. Back then India was a third world developing... - ['Along Muddy Banks' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/05/12/along-muddy-banks-and-other-poems/): By: Jim Brosnan Along Muddy Banks On a gray morningin the early hoursafter first light, I follow a mile longwooden boardwalk,binoculars in hand, sight a pair of whiteegrets and an ibisamidst thick reeds. In an estuary sixhundred yards awaya teal-headed... - [Dressed for Tea](https://literaryyard.com/2022/05/11/dressed-for-tea/): By: Carl Papa Palmer He wears the blue blazer every dayfor breakfast, lunch and dinnersince the lovely lady in room 18invited him to her table during teasaying how dapper he would lookin a sport jacket matching his eyes. Her eyes... - [The Major](https://literaryyard.com/2022/05/11/the-major/): By Stephen Tillman        Major Brett Stempin needed his cane as he painfully ascended the steps to his front porch. He’d been wounded near the end of his twelve-month deployment and spent several weeks in a hospital. The army doctors... - ['Wordless' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/05/11/wordless-and-other-poems/): By: Richard LeDue Wordless A grey sky says it allwithout a single word,even if it leaves mesearching for a wayto express sadness that isn’t heavyas lead, while his cancer diagnosissinks in- my mind listening to the silencethat sounds a lot... - ['Why Fear the Future?' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/05/11/why-fear-the-future-and-other-poems/): By: Pramod Rastogi Why Fear the Future? Not even a nanosecond to lose has Time,It has been on its trot since the Big Bang.The future continually recedes into the pastAs Time moves into the mists of infinity. The threads of... - [The UPS Man](https://literaryyard.com/2022/04/28/the-ups-man/): By Ruth Z. Deming He was late, very very late. I was frantic, but I had gotten a messagehe would soon be here. I was diverting myself by talking to a former boyfriend, RussellEisenman, now living in McAllen, Texas. The... - [E. M. Forster's A Passage to India: Double Vision](https://literaryyard.com/2022/04/28/e-m-forsters-a-passage-to-india-double-vision/): By Ramlal Agarwal Forster, as is well-known, was a humanist, soft-spoken, cultivated, cultured man. He believed in personal relations and universal brotherhood. He was also a man of rare intelligence and insight and dreamed of a society that was tolerant and... - [Glowing Ghostly](https://literaryyard.com/2022/04/28/glowing-ghostly/): By Harrison Abbott You walk home at night, maybe two miles. A pumping sadness all day; these wrathful stories have worn you out. You step off the curb, clumsily, and a car nearly hits you, turning into the junction: it’s... - [Seven Mountains and Seven Seas](https://literaryyard.com/2022/04/28/seven-mountains-and-seven-seas/): By Ramprasath Rengasamy      “My name is Rash. I am a pharmacologist. I have been broadcasting from all the AM channels on the Rima continent from Maxas. Seven hundred billion people worldwide have fallen victim to the virus. Countries and... - ['Witnessed Tales' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/04/26/witnessed-tales-and-other-poems/): By Robert Isaacs Chiwala Witnessed Tales Beautiful dyes spreadIn twilight of sunsetStories I have experiencedColourful like a rainbow I had done this beforeI was naïveNo remedy in regretOnly pain but life goes on I had witnessed thisI was there that... - [Failed Promises Poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/04/26/failed-promises-poems/): By: Frank H. Coons Failed Promises at the Reading They have come to hearwhat my companion and I have written.Twenty-five pairs of eyes who knowwe can’t tell them why they were born. And yet, there is a glimmer of expectation,that... - ['Destined Prisoner' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/04/25/destined-prisoner-and-other-poems/): By: Jim Jas Destined Prisoner I’m an addict.I’m an addict to anxiety and stress.I’m an addict to laughter and dancing.I’m an addict. To you.To me.To everything in between. I’m just like everyone else.Just another human being stuck in uncertainty.Unaware of... - [Girardet -1987](https://literaryyard.com/2022/04/25/girardet-1987/): By: Dan O’Neill              “How would you like to have lunch at the best  restaurant in the world ?”               That was the question I put to my old friend, Colleen Moran. We had been friends in high school and... - ['Bookends' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/04/23/bookends-and-other-poems/): By: Ute Carson Bookends My book of life is wedged between bookends.I search for mories I want to keep.There is a chapter on my beginnings,several about my middle years,and one, in progress, anticipating the end.A few are marked “special,”many are... - [The Tuesday Quandary](https://literaryyard.com/2022/04/23/the-tuesday-quandary/): By: Bruce Levine Tuesdays were always good days. It was an anniversary. Not a formal anniversary, but one just the same – a Tuesday was the day of their first meeting and the beginning of them being together. Now Tuesdays... - [Time spent by the Ganga river in Rishikesh](https://literaryyard.com/2022/04/22/time-spent-by-the-the-ganga-river-in-rishikesh/): It’s common for Delhiites and people living in the NCR to escape to the mountains on extended weekends and during holidays. I hail from Himachal so I understand the anxiety to go to the cool mountains and the charm of... - ['Six Nouns in Search of a Verb' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/04/21/six-nouns-in-search-of-a-verb-and-other-poems/): By: Sheila E. Murphy abecedarian anthropology is not my majorbut has evolved to draw meclose by quiz prep to thedownside of experience aselevation, shaping shorthandfractals at first flea-sized then scaledgargantuan before summerheat expands to lay low towardimmediate centering that precludesjaywalking... - [Goddess power to the rescue](https://literaryyard.com/2022/04/21/goddess-power-to-the-rescue/): By William T. Hathaway Humanity is now in disaster mode, trapped in three double binds: a choice between war or national decline if we don’t fight, between climate catastrophe or economic collapse if we make changes, between COVID 19 or... - [Crisis](https://literaryyard.com/2022/04/21/crisis/): By Karen Lee Stradford The worldin a terrible state,peace, love and happiness is-lost. Like a bumpy, gravel road,life is difficult to maneuver,negative vibes are ahead. At war with ourselves,weapons are everywhereas hate speech surrounds. The pain is killing us,people don’t... - ['Lives, Lived and Unlived' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/04/20/lives-lived-and-unlived-and-other-poems/): By: Jim Murdoch Lives, Lived and Unlived Poems don’t have meanings.They have vague possibilities and much the same can be said of life.We desperately seek the meaning of lifeall the while failing to fathom its potential. Answers, which many mistake... - ['Rinse' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/04/20/rinse-and-other-poems/): By: Michael Gerard Rinse Steady handsFists pre-bloodied,Ready for the skirmishPromised by tomorrow. Trepidation calls outEagerly, contemptuously,Nibbling at the frontal lobe,Soon to be gnawing. The day comes,The room heats.Smog muddies the airas brutality steals our gazes. ### Not Just Nine to... - [The Duplex and Picasso’s Nudes](https://literaryyard.com/2022/04/20/the-duplex-and-picassos-nudes/): By C. Wrenn Ball James’s beard had always been spry and full, but with age came sophistication, and gray hairs. They were made especially clear upon the Wharry Bridge, a rickety thoroughfare that connected mainland Carolina to the dunes of... - [An Afternoon](https://literaryyard.com/2022/04/20/an-afternoon/): By: Tony Walt I am doing nothingat the pool todayclouds drowsing above someone is bombing citiessomeone is screaming in trafficsomeone is stuck in a broken elevator I scratch my belly andfeel the butter warmth ofthe sun on my shoulders I... - ['Daily Scrip' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/04/20/daily-scrip-and-other-poems/): By: Stephen Kingsnorth Daily Scrip It’s pit against mind behind screen.And is it evens, you can win?Addictive, just one dose a day.Why is it, Wordle, reaches parts?If logic leads your disciplines,your bell rung lexicography,your mind is scrabbled, words approved,or you’re... - ['The troubadours' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/04/20/the-troubadours-and-other-poems/): By: Enrico Barigazzi. The troubadours They were skirmishing with ink and letterscomposing stanzas putting together lineswhile crowned heads and princesses were dancingin their courts full of lights and shines they’ve passed through the pages of historychanting struggles and deeds of... - ['Sitting in the blue snow' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/04/10/sitting-in-the-blue-snow-and-other-poems/): By: Thomas Doerksen Sitting in the blue snow Hoods of geese lurk in the river’s wardrobe.The winter branches comb the night wind, its low moaning sifts away the grit of my distraughtthat clogged in the day’s flow. In the twilight... - [Earthworms](https://literaryyard.com/2022/04/10/earthworms/): By: Ankita Roy Choudhury Memory clouds watchus counting sand onbeaches. They toosearching for you, silverlinings. I believe, a bodyfor two. Nani , didn’t knowyou were blind to sound,deaf to light. You knewthe dark in me blanketsyour soul like the mothers,mothers... - ['Dale As the Moon’s Embrace' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/04/10/dale-as-the-moons-embrace-and-other-poems/): By: April Mae M. Berza Dale As the Moon’s Embrace Dale is the sweetest metaphora poet like me could never fathomsince metaphors could no longer encapsulate the nuances of the moonas well as the stars kissing Dale’s chest.I wonder why... - [The 6-Foot Dreamcatcher](https://literaryyard.com/2022/04/10/the-6-foot-dreamcatcher/): By: Jon Carter “Get up! GET THE FUCK UP!” she yelled. There was pain shooting through my head. There was the sharp sting of her little palms slapping at my face, her jagged nails dragging into my skin.      I... - [Michelle, Ma Belle](https://literaryyard.com/2022/04/10/michelle-ma-belle/): By Jeff Ingber At the turn of the twentieth century, pneumatic systems that used air pressure to propel metal cylinders through pipe networks were all the rage in Gotham. The city built a marathon-length system to deliver letters and packages,... - ['Fading Into' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/04/10/fading-into-and-other-poems/): By: J. K. Durick Fading Into Sitting here like this, it’s the snap of timethe slap of time – minutes, hours, whole days,weeks fading into – into… Perhaps it’s time’s wing’d chariot, or just that’57 Plymouth my brother took me... - [Where our lexicons fall short](https://literaryyard.com/2022/04/08/where-our-lexicons-fall-short/): By: Annapurani Vaidyanathan The Oxford English dictionary defines a woman as an adult female human being, and stops right there,But the templates wired into our heads go ahead and decide what adjectives she can wear –She’s good if she’s a... - [Kittens](https://literaryyard.com/2022/03/31/kittens/): by William Kitcher I wake up. Oh I feel awful. Don’t know where I am. But I sorta remember her, and she’s not here. I hope she’s gone out for juice or bread or something, and I can just leave.... - [A Clean Meeting](https://literaryyard.com/2022/03/31/a-clean-meeting/): By: Charles Gibson Gazing upon the arearesiding inside the washingmachine, a vast empty spaceis immediately noticed settingthe stage for a collision betweenthree stakeholders. The soapwill shake hands with waterin agreeance to provide a cleansafe cylinder-shaped room forthe laundry to congregate... - [Requiem](https://literaryyard.com/2022/03/30/requiem/): By: Harvey Huddleston “Breathe.”  That’s what the voice said in his ear but Elliot wasn’t sure that he’d actually heard it.  It was a low voice, soft and caring, one to be heeded.  He glanced to his right and in... - [Those Who Come…](https://literaryyard.com/2022/03/30/those-who-come/): By Mason Yates             …never want to leave.  Penelope Valeria- also known by her nickname of Penny to lucky individuals who were fortunate enough to call her a friend- whipped her head around in an effort, or last-minute attempt, to... - [Spencer In Love](https://literaryyard.com/2022/03/30/spencer-in-love/): By Dorothy Seehausen “She looks so, uh, different,” his sixty-nine year old Auntie said, peering into the bronze casket framed on one side by a fragrant bouquet of roses and on the other a poster depicting colorful highlights of Maude... - [Mr. Jordan Parks His Car](https://literaryyard.com/2022/03/30/mr-jordan-parks-his-car/): By: Michael Gigandet             “There are two drivers to watch for,” my mother told me when she was teaching me to drive. “…little men in hats and women wearing glasses and scarves. They’ll run you over every time.” I was... - [Serendipity Gardening                                     ](https://literaryyard.com/2022/03/24/serendipity-gardening/): By: Carl Papa Palmer We raised rosesrelished by usand by the loads of lovely ladybugs,tended thymetrimmed by usand by our overabundance of bunnies,weaved wisteria for usand for the haven of one hundred bird nests. We transplanted tulipstreasured by usand by... - ['Field Notes from a Far Place in the Mind' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/03/24/field-notes-from-a-far-place-in-the-mind-and-other-poems/): By: Michael C. Seeger Field Notes from a Far Place in the Mind Between vision’s palette and the processof its understanding and potential —an irrefutable question rattlesthe cold mind’s eye contravening everysteepled ritual from childhood forward —What replaces the irreplaceable?... - [Haiku](https://literaryyard.com/2022/03/24/haiku-3/): By: Jim Bates Frosty snowy moonThin clouds serenely driftingNight so softly veiled. - [Ed Nichols' fiction book “We’ll Talk Some More” released](https://literaryyard.com/2022/03/24/ed-nichols-fiction-book-well-talk-some-more-released/): Ed Nichols of Clarkesville, Georgia has published another fiction book titled We’ll Talk Some More, which is a collection of southern short stories. The stories are set in the rural south, primarily Georgia. Each story captures the lives of ordinary... - ['Harvesting Happiness' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/03/22/harvesting-happiness-and-other-poems/): By: Pramod Rastogi Harvesting Happiness Clouds brim with ambitions insaneAnd top up their tank with nostalgiaReady to besiege the barren farmlands.Here tears spatter in smoky plumesAnd in dance pose is the paddy farm. The sun is large in the sparkling... - ['Storm' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/03/22/storm-and-other-poems/): By: Ursula O’Reilly STORM Rain is pounding tearsOnto my windowpane.Oozing tears intoThe abandoned forest. Wind wails in the treetops.The forest sways and creaks,Anticipating the worst.Water soaks leaves and grass. The waterlogged earth groans.Stout storm clouds gather,Soon to burst.The storm will... - [The Concept called Loss](https://literaryyard.com/2022/03/22/the-concept-called-loss/): By: Ruvindra Sathsarani The darkness, singsInOccasional chimesof how you cannotcoincidewith the saving ofhis soul, and it isn’tsimpleto wave your hand inair and tellthe world howan explosionsomewhere elsewas staged, stampedand launched, in seconds,and reason outwhythere were few dropsof bloodon your palms.... - [Otherwise](https://literaryyard.com/2022/03/21/otherwise/): By: Leon Kortenkamp “What was that?  Wake up, Robby.  I heard something.” “What?  What did you hear?” “Something.  Did you hear it?” “No.” “I was dreaming about my mother.  I saw her so clearly.  I looked into her eyes; she... - [Looking To Bet On Sports? Here Are The Most Exciting Options](https://literaryyard.com/2022/03/21/looking-to-bet-on-sports-here-are-the-most-exciting-options/): Sports betting is an incredibly popular industry, and more and more people are looking to get involved every day. However, one issue most newcomers face when first venturing into the wonderful world of sports betting is that they are unsure... - [Biased Pretenses Part 2: The Ukrainian Crisis](https://literaryyard.com/2022/03/21/biased-pretenses-part-2-the-ukrainian-crisis/): By: Nadia Benjelloun “Welcome to our world….” is the thought that took priority in my head the day war was declared on Ukraine. I couldn’t even feel bad for not feeling bad. By our world, I had of course meant... - [The Ukraine Dream](https://literaryyard.com/2022/03/21/the-ukraine-dream/): By: Bobby Zielinski The Ukraine Dream, with streets, once paved with gold,now filled with bombed-out buildings and military detours.the Dream has now been put on hold. Once dreaming of greatness, and awaiting just rewards,which Putin has attempted to vanquish, will... - [Once You Nearly Die](https://literaryyard.com/2022/03/09/once-you-nearly-die/): By: Mini Babu Once you nearly dieyou turn unafraid,you request for two days,to assort life. Trust me,you do not focus onwhat people think you would. . . Rather,you recall your first love,you retrieve the dayyou drew nearyour best friendbrushing sides,you... - [The Endless Offerings at the Public Library](https://literaryyard.com/2022/03/09/the-endless-offerings-at-the-public-library/): By Ruth Z. Deming In the driving rain, I stood at the book deposit of my local library. Thwack, kerplunk, down the chute they journeyed, ending with a plop. Did they deserve this? Of course not, but libraries always have... - ['Gratuitous Living' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/03/09/gratuitous-living-and-other-poems/): By: Ken W. Simpson Gratuitous Living The well of loneliness is dry and emptya sad, inhospitable placewithout love or the affection of a canaryfertilised by human’s follyand the febrile and fractious friendshipsfermenting as happinesssocially addictive but good for businessin an... - [The unshadowed soul](https://literaryyard.com/2022/03/09/the-unshadowed-soul/): By: James Aitchison I have been asked:Can one of you change the world?See into your pure and inner self first,The most supreme of all human experiences.The eternal wheel spins all fates and destinies,Some lives are more advanced toward me,And I... - [Demon Slayers to the Rescue](https://literaryyard.com/2022/03/09/demon-slayers-to-the-rescue/): By William T. Hathaway We live in a time of multi-level ghastliness. People are dropping dead from COVID and dropping dead from the vaccine that’s supposed to prevent it. The weather is rampaging, the earth spewing fire. Mental illness has... - [Going Home](https://literaryyard.com/2022/03/02/going-home/): By: Aviva Derenowski The need for a child penetrated every atom of Mama Boa’s soul. She and Papa Boa got together in love and devotion. She prayed and cried and promised anything God might desire. Still, she remained barren. There... - [Consciousness is all there is](https://literaryyard.com/2022/03/02/consciousness-is-all-there-is/): By William T. Hathaway As Mark Twain once said, “It’s not what you don’t know that gets you in trouble, it’s what you know for sure but which just isn’t true.” Humanity is now in trouble because its fundamental assumption... - ['Since you asked' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/02/25/since-you-asked-and-other-poems/): By: John Grey SINCE YOU ASKED A small unicorncupped in my handor the dead .and missingslowly strolling up my sidewalklike it’s Halloween in January — the rain playing somethingby Duke Ellingtonor a finger wrapped in cellophanesent to me parcel post... - ['Never Really Liked Hotels' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/02/25/never-really-liked-hotels-and-other-poems/): By: Richard LeDue Never Really Liked Hotels The front desk worker wears an undertaker’s smileand the ones who don’t smilemake me feel like someone askingwhere the bathroom is at a funeral,while the muffled conversations I try not to hearin the... - [The Manufactured Racial Wedge](https://literaryyard.com/2022/02/23/the-manufactured-racial-wedge/): By: Tyler Rafael Marable Recently a culture war over Critical Race Theory was launched at the command of Christopher Rufo. I first heard about Critical Race Theory when searching the term “literary theory.” This was years ago, probably 2017. I... - [Missing Episode](https://literaryyard.com/2022/02/23/missing-episode/): By Mike Hickman “Vinegar,” Dennis Pringle replied, when I asked him what he hoped had become of the film print. If there had ever been a film print. “Hopefully,” he added, foul teeth chewing on another cigar as he leaned... - [Beautiful Word](https://literaryyard.com/2022/02/22/beautiful-word/): By: Alison Auch (Trigger warning: sexual assault) I’m trying to think of a beautiful word,one that goes in front of train but in backof hot night, fourteen in white shirt, was ita white shirt? And a word that does morethan... - [Daddy](https://literaryyard.com/2022/02/22/daddy/): By: Karen Lee Stradford The light shines on your faceas you lie in the colbalt casketyour spirit simmers,eternal. Our pleasant morning conversationsover Chock Full O’ Nuts, bagels and scrambled eggsas Channel 2 news rouses the activities of the day. My... - [The Transformation of Fredericka Carlton](https://literaryyard.com/2022/02/22/the-transformation-of-fredericka-carlton/): By: Bruce Levine Freddie hadn’t made it through fourth grade unscathed. Actually she hadn’t made it through anything unscathed. To begin with, she hated her name – Fredericka, thus Freddie. Her parents had thought that Fredericka Carlton sounded like a... - ['In The Heart's Suite' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/02/22/in-the-hearts-suite-and-other-poems/): By: Gopikrishnan Kottoor In The Heart’s Suite The curtains are stillIn the heart’s suite.A little lightFrom the lamp shade,Is all orange upon the floor. What do I still search forIn the heart’s rooms?Rooms, whereThe walls fillWith calendars,Portraits,Something live suddenlyRunning fast... - [A Sisyphusan Triptych](https://literaryyard.com/2022/02/21/a-sisyphusan-triptych/): By: Todd Mercer Sisyphus Drops a Dime Eternity was how long the job was supposed to go on, but someone called OSHA with reports of glaring safety violations. An individual who may or may not be Sisyphus himself dropped a... - [U. R. Ananthamurthy’s Samskara: And experience of India](https://literaryyard.com/2022/02/21/u-r-ananthamurthys-samskara-and-experience-of-india/): By: Ramlal Agarwal A.K. Ramanujan’s translation of the Kannada novel Sanskara 1965 by U. R. Anantha Murthy is a novel that deals with the rigidly codified traditional structure and beliefs of Hindu society and the consequences of their infringement. It... - [Indo-English literature in Indian context](https://literaryyard.com/2022/02/21/indo-english-literature-in-indian-context/): By: Ramlal Agarwal During my undergraduate and postgraduate days in the early 60 s, Indian writing in English was not a subject of academic discussions and seminars as it was in the 1970s and 1980s. Individual writers like R.K. Narayan,... - ['Bulwark: To Jane Eyre' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/02/19/bulwark-to-jane-eyre-and-other-poems/): By: Veronica Ashenhurst Bulwark: To Jane Eyre My walls, brick and plaster, stand pitiless.So, I covet the far horizon, as didRochester’s wife, groaning in her windowlessThird-story room. But my infirm hipsAnd legs can’t take me anywhere, onlyMuddling across the still... - [Love: Finding the Good and Avoiding the Bad](https://literaryyard.com/2022/02/19/love-finding-the-good-and-avoiding-the-bad/): By: Jack Kamm “Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals”—Anais Nin                  We’ve all experienced change, which can be exciting as well... - ['A Night of Poetry' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/02/16/a-night-of-poetry-and-other-poems/): By: Dan Fitzgerald A Night of Poetry I can’t write the poetry that you readto your friends at dinner parties.I use too many coarse wordsand phrases for polite company.So I sit in silencewaiting for you to endwith the heavy emphasison... - [I Can’t Hear the Crickets](https://literaryyard.com/2022/02/16/i-cant-hear-the-crickets/): By: Glenn John Arnowitz “I can’t hear the crickets” I whispered to my wife as I lay in bed trying to fall asleep. It was a sweltering and sticky July evening, and she was already half asleep. “Hmmm?” she mumbled... - [fiftysomething: Looking back at a guilty pleasure](https://literaryyard.com/2022/02/16/fiftysomething-looking-back-at-a-guilty-pleasure/): By Glenn John Arnowitz Okay, so I have a few guilty pleasures. Well, more than a few. A big one was that I was a fan of the show, thirtysomething, the late 1980s hour-long drama that depicted the lives of... - [Did Anyone Ever Tell You, You Look Like…](https://literaryyard.com/2022/02/16/did-anyone-ever-tell-you-you-look-like/): By: Glenn John Arnowitz In 2005 I met actor Ricky Aiello, son of actor Danny Aiello, at my friend’s annual Christmas Eve party. Ricky and I immediately hit it off. The fact that he grew up with an Italian father... - [The Moods You Feed Me](https://literaryyard.com/2022/02/15/the-moods-you-feed-me/): By: Alison Auch It’s a liquid dinner that I can’t escapethe bones cross sideways as I walkthis path of marigolds, dogs, dust. It’s dinnertime at my house, and thechildren are in bed, stories ofmy camera, my lens, my not seeing... - [Our Prisons](https://literaryyard.com/2022/02/15/our-prisons/): By: Mike Turner We each live in prisonsOf our own designServing a sentenceFor crimes we have committedAgainst ourselves There are walls, bars, fencesAll to confine usInsuring personal pain is maintainedAffliction is ongoingHappiness and peace are excluded Days stretch to months... - ['Disguise' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/02/14/disguise-and-other-poems/): By: Sushant Thapa Disguise Trace the mind in disguise,Lies and truths both need utterance.Only what is devised has layers of meanings.It’ll be a camouflage if a psychiatrist uses a stethoscopeBecause it is a physician and specialist who actually needs one.The... - [Heterosexual love essay](https://literaryyard.com/2022/02/14/heterosexual-love-essay/): By: Raj Ratan Mala “It’s just a phase”Sure,Like ignorance could get reality erasedThe way coming outAdded motives to count me outJudging if its my “taste”.Sin?Absolutely,When they crawled under my skinSomeone whisperedLoving is a blessingLoving genderfree,A curse within;A prince kissing a... - [The Grandmother](https://literaryyard.com/2022/02/14/the-grandmother/): By: Christopher Johnson             Grandmother Newman and I were walking in the dense, mysterious, almost impenetrable woods that brooded across the street from our house, and my tiny hand was embedded in hers, and her skin felt like dry, smooth... - [Fine Margins](https://literaryyard.com/2022/02/14/fine-margins/): By: David Patten           It didn’t really matter to Lamar.  It was good to get the A express, but usually he just rode the first B or C local that pulled into the 125th Street station.  The platform was less... - [Fruit of sin](https://literaryyard.com/2022/02/11/fruit-of-sin/): By: Suveeksha Viswanathan A towering ceiling fan,an untrustable axle,making my slumbermy last. A rope cast round their neck,felicitous ants floatingon a jar full of honey. A placid, vile snake you were,warm, loving scales coiling,I the hen unaware. A frolicking raven... - [Footprints on Water](https://literaryyard.com/2022/02/10/footprints-on-water/): By: Jessabele Gorozon Bentazal Creation Covering is darkness,Then here comes the greatest artist.Well done, the ambience has transformed,From chaos comes peace.Then, from among the ashes,A masterpiece was born. ### A Sacrifice Punished but innocent,Nailed without a sin,Alone, he welcomes deathTo... - [Easter Sunday Morning](https://literaryyard.com/2022/02/10/easter-sunday-morning/): By: Arthur Russell A pigeon pursued by a shadowshot the gap between buildingslike a fighter plane from the early suntoward my balcony.Its skull rang the double panewith a metal clang, and it fellto the concrete floor, its grey chest heaving.... - [Who Done It? 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My mind was blank, the computer screen was blank, everything was frozen, frozen and I wondered... - ['Goddess of Eloquence' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/02/10/goddess-of-eloquence-and-other-poems/): By: Enda Boyle Mermaids Before the sightings came the radar pingsand the lovely songs on the whale sonarThen came the first fleeting glimpses.Rumours were passed among fishermenof flickering figures on the wave’s crest Eventually a mermaid was discoveredon a busy... - ['a lover's loneliness' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/02/10/a-lovers-loneliness-and-other-poems/): By: Aneri Upadhyay “a lover’s loneliness” Your soul lives in all that is life.Every raindrop, every snowflakeis a personification of you.I look outside,only to see the cul-de-sac wherewe learned how to ride our bikes.I turn on the radio,only to hear... - [Martian Dream City](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/06/martian-dream-city/): By: Tom Ball I      Other than the fact that Martina, was so sexy, I, Edgar, saw a sparkling intelligence. And she said, “I am regarded as one of the top 10 intelligences in the World. I want to clone... - [Her Right Thigh](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/05/her-right-thigh/): By Linda S. Gunther It was 4:00 p.m. on Thursday afternoon when Gavin Harbison applied the shaving cream to his face and neck. He picked up his razor, preparing himself mentally for his job as waiter on the night shift... - [Spring Haiku](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/04/spring-haiku/): By: Debabrata Mohanty  Spring bids us adieuwishing all under warm care—sunshowers sans clouds - [Guitar Lover](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/04/guitar-lover/): By Karen Lee Stradford You’re all plugged in,amplified.Long neck,flat, pear-shapedwonder. I awaitthe piercing soundof your strings. I am happy.You move meto a thunderousapplausewhenever you playThe Blues. - [Prince on a Trumpet](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/04/prince-on-a-trumpet/): By: Christopher Johnson He mounts the bandstand like straddling a stallion, his hair in a magnificent pulsating swirl, his suit narrow and twisty, his shoes sharp and pointed, a gold chain caressing his neck, his eyes covered with Eighties wire-rim... - [Out of the Woods](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/01/out-of-the-woods/): By Mike Hickman They were called woods. And you were supposed to roll them. Not bowl them. The name of the game was somewhat of a misnomer. And the white ball at the end, that was the target.             If... - ['A Living Poem' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/01/a-living-poem-and-other-poems/): By: Richard LeDue A Living Poem I’m still aliveas long as you read this,even after silence tells methe truth about godsand worms wonder whymy eyes taste nothinglike apples. ### A coffee stained collected love poems of Pablo Nerudawhispers midnight regretsas... - [Top fictional narrative techniques](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/01/top-fictional-narrative-techniques/): Narrative techniques are the tools and methods that writers use to convey their stories effectively to the readers. Every writer has their own unique style, and they employ various narrative techniques to create compelling narratives that engage readers and keep... - ['April' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/03/28/april-and-other-poems/): By: J. L. Lewis April The Sun climbs higher each day,like a soldier taking a hillone costly step at a time.Almost shyly it tiptoes across the skyas if somehow it lost its footingin the nebulous clouds of December,and needs to... - ['Stay' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/03/28/stay-and-other-poems/): By: Jasna Gugić STAYCover me with your beautyFill the cracks in my heartWithout youI’m dried up sourceA standing riverI’m the road whichLeads to nowhereSilent in helplessnessAll alone without a splendourImpersonal viewsStaring at yesterdayBlind for tomorrowSo, don’t leave withoutTurning your eyes... - [How Italy Tried to Break Us Up](https://literaryyard.com/2023/03/28/how-italy-tried-to-break-us-up/): By: Glenn John Arnowitz “Do you want to meet me in Rome?” That question came in August from Colleen, mi amore of five months. and without hesitation, I said, “Yes!” Our meetup wasn’t until the beginning of October. After eight... - [Local Boy](https://literaryyard.com/2023/03/28/local-boy/): By: Brian Michael Barbeito (Hiding out from the Police and Taking Nature Photography in the Hills) Overcast. Saturnine. The forest worlds are then a damp grey if grey could be named damp. There is a place wonderful, whimsical, where the... - [Top Female Protagonists That Redefine the Literary Narratives](https://literaryyard.com/2023/03/23/top-female-protagonists-that-redefine-the-literary-narratives/): As the world is evolving, the way we look at women in literature is also changing. Women are now not just restricted to the roles of being a damsel in distress or a supporting character, but they are now redefining... - ['The winks, the nods, the passing clouds' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/03/23/the-winks-the-nods-the-passing-clouds-and-other-poems/): By: Emalisa Rose The winks, the nods, the passing clouds And off we go, as all begins againWound by walls this stucco station.We stand along its snow stained platform. The 5:11 passing Brooklyn.We nod, we wink..sometimes half smile. I take... - [Down Chuska Mountain](https://literaryyard.com/2023/03/23/down-chuska-mountain/): By: Jeffrey Delano Davis The wind screams through the pickup. It tosses rusted bolts, fence wire, wrenches, and Sike’s feed bowl about the cargo bed with alarming ferocity. Nina rubs flints of plywood and sheep hair from her watering eyes.... - [All The Young Dudes](https://literaryyard.com/2023/03/23/all-the-young-dudes/): By: Elaine Lennon It is a truth universally acknowledged that the intimate exchanges between young men are principally of the gaming variety.  It was with a deal of struggle that Ned and Dobbin Smith kept their friendship at the level... - [Top 10 self-help books you can't miss](https://literaryyard.com/2023/03/23/top-10-self-help-books-you-cant-miss/): If you’re looking for some inspiration and guidance on how to improve your life, self-help books are a great place to start. In this article, we’ll be looking at the top 10 self-help books written in recent times that are... - [How to Make Your Book a Bestseller](https://literaryyard.com/2023/03/22/how-to-make-your-book-a-bestseller/): Writing a book is a challenging task, but making it a bestseller is even more difficult. The publishing industry is highly competitive, and thousands of books are published every year, making it challenging for any author to stand out. However,... - [How to Earn Money Writing Songs and Poetry?](https://literaryyard.com/2023/03/22/how-to-earn-money-writing-songs-and-poetry/): If you have a passion for writing and an interest in the music industry, you might be wondering how to turn your talents into a source of income. Writing songs and poetry can be a fulfilling and lucrative career, but... - ['Requiescat' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/03/22/requiescat-and-other-poems/): By: Sheila Murphy Requiescat There will be no warmer momentthan that autumn evening when neighbors musickedtheir way across the upstairs patioglasses lifted and sweet shoots of syllableslovelied their way into our room acrosswhere only we were living laughing dancing There... - [Time of Turbulent Change](https://literaryyard.com/2023/03/21/time-of-turbulent-change/): By: Seonbeom Kim I gazed outside of the car window at the highway ahead of me, gleaming in the sunlight. The sky was blue. I could not wait to finally arrive home after 6-weeks of Engineering camp. Arduous projects, challenging... - ['Lake, Frozen' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/03/21/lake-frozen-and-other-poems/): By: Christian Ward Lake, Frozen Freezing weatherturned the lakeinto an icy tear.The snow coveredhillside, swept asidelike a brushstrokegone wrong, indifferent.The blue sky, framedin its Post-it note,offers no consolationto the frozen-over lake —like the name of someoneyou once loved trappedin a... - ['grandma’s perfect gift' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/03/20/grandmas-perfect-gift-and-other-poems/): By: Vanaja Malathy my adorable granddaughter turned eighti rummaged all the toy shopsto explore…to find something hilarious,and desperately looked for a perfect toyon her birthday a smart watch, magnetic fidget pen,3D Printing Pen, Instant print cameramico personal AI robot, a... - ['Spring fireworks' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/03/20/spring-fireworks-and-other-poems/): By: Chen Ruizhe Spring fireworksAt that time, the weather was no longer divided between inside and outsideStop at the windowLook into the glassFeeling the self that is hidden and reflectedThe sound of spring shadows light. Pull a piece of spider... - [Lovely deceit](https://literaryyard.com/2023/03/20/lovely-deceit/): By Kenya Jimenez A love story,I thought it would be.The ending unveilingmy reality.From beginning to endIt was all deceit. Felt the butterfliesin my stomach and sparkswhen we first kissed,the cliché,you know how it is. Powerful and wonderfullover you were,yet a... - [I find words beautiful: KJ Hannah Greenberg](https://literaryyard.com/2023/03/18/i-find-words-beautiful-kj-hannah-greenberg/): KJ Hannah Greenberg is an Israeli author and poet known for her unique and engaging style of writing. Over the course of her career, Greenberg has produced more than 40 books, including poetry, short stories, essays, and novels. Greenberg’s early... - [Temple Run: Mata Ashapuri Temple visit in Kangra](https://literaryyard.com/2023/03/17/temple-run-mata-ashapuri-temple-visit-in-kangra/): Walking up the winding path towards the Ashapuri temple in the Kangra district, I felt a sense of peace and tranquillity settling over me. The surrounding trees and lush greenery provided a serene atmosphere, and the distant sound of ringing... - ['The Songbird' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/03/16/the-songbird-and-other-poems/): By: Kinsey Carlson The Songbird These tears that I cry cannot be explainedLike birds singing sweetly, the music doth lieMy gilded cage tarnished by more than strainMy heart lies bleeding and time does not signifyThat which is remembered is not... - [Four Winter Haiku – 6](https://literaryyard.com/2023/03/16/four-winter-haiku-6/): By: Jim Bates Cold weather walkingWinter birds flitting alongSinging merrily. Sleet switching to snowIcy land turns softly whitePleasantly peaceful. Hard sub-zero coldSettling in like frozen steelBone deep and chilling. Bright full moon settingShining through snow covered pinesLighting thoughts of joy. - ['Seascape I' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/03/16/seascape-i-and-other-poems/): By: J.K. Durick Seascape I In the face of this I should feelintimidated, feel isolated, orat least out of place watchingthese waves toss and tumble,pull and pitch. Now I find thatI don’t know the language ofwaves. There must be propernames... - [Hennessy & Me](https://literaryyard.com/2023/03/15/hennessy-me/): By: Charlie Dickinson It was a memorable summer. I was all of nineteen and had a job where palm trees stood by the Gulf of Mexico waters. Corpus Christi, Texas. Away from work, I would read Ian Fleming and spend... - [Detective Charles Winston: A Philosophical and Biographical Tour](https://literaryyard.com/2023/03/15/detective-charles-winston-a-philosophical-and-biographical-tour/): By: Bruce Levine It’s said that many people, as they get older, tend to look back on their life, almost in review. I’m not one of them. I don’t look back – I look forward. I believe in moving forward.... - [Where the Devil Treads Fearlessly](https://literaryyard.com/2023/03/13/where-the-devil-treads-fearlessly/): By John Paul Lama             It began during a solemn holiday in 1992 – November 1 and November 2 – known respectively as All Saint’s Day and All Soul’s Day, and locally as Undas. It was a holiday in the... - [Past, present, and future of humankind in Harari’s 'Sapiens' and 'Homo Deus'](https://literaryyard.com/2023/03/13/past-present-and-future-of-humankind-in-hararis-sapiens-and-homo-deus/): Harari’s Sapiens and Homo Deus are two thought-provoking books that explore the past, present, and future of human beings. The first book, Sapiens, delves into the history of humankind from the emergence of Homo sapiens in Africa to the present... - [auras](https://literaryyard.com/2023/03/13/auras/): By: Amanda Weir-Gertzog awake againcirca 4amsweat rivuletsglisten my skin slick to the touchbreathing rusheda postmenopausalpainted blush aura cherry redflashbang my headknocking sleep’s dooronto nightmares bed rest often remainsa memory, estrangedsomnambulancemy brain unchained - [Model Airplanes](https://literaryyard.com/2023/03/13/model-airplanes/): By: Jim Bates High on glueNo, waitNot glue but being togetherThe young boy and his dadWith that model plane they were building. Side by side“Here, son. Let me help.”He guides the boy’s handA slight adjustmentThe wing fits perfectly. Later that... - [Brief Respite](https://literaryyard.com/2023/03/11/brief-respite/): By: David Patten A landscape of mud.  Thick, invasive.  Like a disease it spreads and clings, fueled by the autumn rains that have pummeled the endless fields of Flanders.  Now, with the onset of winter, comes a hardening as the... - [If looks could kill](https://literaryyard.com/2023/03/11/if-looks-could-kill/): By: David Patten Perseus had been spending time in Sicily and the Italian mainland.  Pasta, wine, caprese.  When your father is Zeus it’s a filial duty to oversee operations in the Mediterranean.  Not one to usually procrastinate, Perseus was wrestling... - [The new thoughtful generation](https://literaryyard.com/2023/03/08/the-new-thoughtful-generation/): By William T. Hathaway Philosophy hasn’t been a popular topic in recent years, but that seems to be changing. Many young people now are interested in exploring the fundamental questions of life. The majority were born between 1995 and 2008,... - [A Place for Isabelle](https://literaryyard.com/2023/03/08/a-place-for-isabelle/): By: Linda Barrett One                Tears ran down Isabelle’s face as she left the homeless shelter. They created shining rivulets on her dark chocolate-colored cheeks. The old woman walked out into the freezing rain, holding all her worldly possessions in... - [Killjoy](https://literaryyard.com/2023/03/07/killjoy/): By Karen Lee Stradford I’m looking forward toa good time,seat at the stage.My friends are waitingfor me. They can see the excitementon my face.People dance and singinthe aisles. The woman next to meis rude andsnaps at otherswith a scowl. I... - [How to build a literary brand](https://literaryyard.com/2023/03/07/how-to-build-a-literary-brand/): By James Aitchison An author is not an author.  An author is a brand.         Just like cars, computers, and packaged goods, an author is a brand with unique brand values.         Lee Child is a brand.  Every Jack Reacher... - [Journey Through Starved Rock](https://literaryyard.com/2023/03/05/journey-through-starved-rock/): By: Christopher Johnson They drove toward Starved Rock State Park, in central Illinois, in a 1956 Chevrolet Bel-Air, which Solly’s father had inherited from his recently deceased mother. On either side of the car, mile upon mile of corn and... - ['Brother' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/03/05/brother-and-other-poems/): By: Kyle Singh Brother You weren’t yourself or really yet slouched over,just a little lost for words, your unwashed face caughtwithin a small amount of doubt, which turned youback into a man, someone– I guess– with wisdom. I never quite... - [Empathy for the Man on the Street](https://literaryyard.com/2023/03/05/empathy-for-the-man-on-the-street/): By Shyamala A. Narayan Chakraborty, Bitan. Redundant. Translated from Bengali by Malati Mukherjee. New Delhi: Readomania, 2022. 93pp. Paperback. Rs295. $12.99 Bitan Chakraborty takes us into the life of characters generally ignored by the middle class. Redundant vividly presents the... - [Aquamarine Gulf Coast Water](https://literaryyard.com/2023/03/04/aquamarine-gulf-coast-water/): By: Leigh-Anne Burley Rainbow lady’scyan eyes rimmedby quartz sand washeddown from the mountainsby the Apalachicola Riverwhite foam hair curling downyour rolling, emerald gown. Wash me with your jubilationimmerse me in your exuberance. Ruby sun’s toes dip intothe greeny bathtubyellow moon... - [Ode to Trees](https://literaryyard.com/2023/03/04/ode-to-trees/): By: Leigh-Anne Burley We climb trees methodicallyimmerse ourselves in greenpick fruit and nutsuse the trunk’s shady backrestto think and dream. Trees are planners andforward thinkersinvest in roots and stalksguardians of vistas and visions Trees are settlers andsky watchersscatter seedsharvest cropsweather... - [Review: William Wordsworth Fragments, edited by Rainer J. Hanshe](https://literaryyard.com/2023/03/04/review-william-wordsworth-fragments-edited-by-rainer-j-hanshe/): By: Thomas Sanfilip It is hard to say when the golden age of literary criticism ended and a void crept into the serious study of the humanities. We are now fully immersed in the dark side of post-modernist thinking whereby... - ['Desire' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/03/04/desire-and-other-poems/): By: Elizabeth Galewski Desire Am I afflicted, or is this bliss?With just the thought of him,my stomach dips like riding a swing,or the first drop of a roller coaster.My pelvis blazes, a molten star.Arching my back, I grind my hips... - ['Valley of Forgotten Days' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/03/04/valley-of-forgotten-days-and-other-poems/): By: Sha Weï Valley of Forgotten Days I safekeep my childhood dewon the split endof your saltysailor hair I relive my forgotten daysin the fog-laden valleyof your unavailablelush dimple I hear my naked songbirdin your holistic thundersings the piercing wayhow... - [A Purposeful Wastebasket](https://literaryyard.com/2023/03/03/a-purposeful-wastebasket/): By: Charles Gibson An empty, circular-shaped metal object,made to be a depository of waste,resides alone in a vacant space absentof inhabitants.Ready for service, the rubbish bin isalertly situated, lined with a thinplastic sealant in hopes of oneday fulfilling its true... - ['First Night at the Beach Cottage' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/02/28/first-night-at-the-beach-cottage-and-other-poems/): By: John Grey FIRST NIGHT AT THE BEACH COTTAGE How can you expect me to fall asleepwhen there’s an island just off the coast here,and I can see its shadow through the window,a great hulk of something, be it rock... - [Tanya and The Son of Sam](https://literaryyard.com/2023/02/28/tanya-and-the-son-of-sam/): By: Harvey Huddleston From the stone steps leading up to the Forest Hills train station in Queens there is an unobstructed view of where one of the Son of Sam murders took place.  On an icy frozen night in 1976... - ['One Big Recipe Book' and other books](https://literaryyard.com/2023/02/28/one-big-recipe-book-and-other-books/): By: Puneet Kumar One Big Recipe Book Life is a one bigRecipe bookThat keeps manyDelicious dipping sauces It has the best condimentsTo add delicious tastesAnd tangy aromasFor each meal It can be chilliMustard, tomatoFinely chopped picklesOr a mayonnaise-based recipe Everything... - [Why Freedom of Speech Requires Limitations](https://literaryyard.com/2023/02/28/why-freedom-of-speech-requires-limitations/): By Julia Jeon Freedom of speech is a first amendment right of the Constitution that states, “Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of... - [Winter-like, but spring haiku](https://literaryyard.com/2023/02/27/winter-like-but-spring-haiku/): By: Markiewicz Paweł first gorgeous spring thawsthe second black crow on cablethird – mysterious mist***just before the thawsI think about the last frostmemory of snow***picturesque crowscable – lonely habitusflights – rumination***the ethics fulfilledcrows – starlit philosophersof spring wizardry***starlit starry nightthe... - [My Healing Companion](https://literaryyard.com/2023/02/27/my-healing-companion/): By Sushant Thapa I have left my wordsWhere my shadows do not reach.The moment of blissIs a kissing freedom of virtue.I have my viceYet I forget notTo roll my life’s dice.I have a measureTo count the blessings in life.There is... - [A Morning Walk With My Dog](https://literaryyard.com/2023/02/24/a-morning-walk-with-my-dog/): By: Bruce Levine Winter chill at the river edgeWater racing over embedded rocksSnow white curls on the flowing tideA morning walk with my dog Sunlight glaring off the water’s surfaceRefracted light making pools of colorGhosts of shadows line the rock... - [Childhood rechristened — a review of Tagore’s 'My Growing Years', translated by Somudranil Sarkar](https://literaryyard.com/2023/02/24/childhood-rechristened-a-review-of-tagores-my-growing-years-translated-by-somudranil-sarkar/): By Soham Deb On a moonlit night, the shadows of the rows of trees on the roof fell on the floor, creating patterns like a dreamscape alpona.” — My Growing Years, Rabindranath Tagore (tr. Somudranil Sarkar) Tagore is one of... - [The Future of Higher Education Exams](https://literaryyard.com/2023/02/23/the-future-of-higher-education-exams/): Examinations have been a staple of higher education for centuries, evaluating student learning and assessing academic progress. However, there’s a growing understanding that traditional examinations may not be the best path to measure student knowledge and skills. As technology advances,... - [The World Inside](https://literaryyard.com/2023/02/23/the-world-inside/): By: Lyra Goga I don’t remember how I ended up here. I’m in front of a big house in the middle of a deserted street. I knock on the door but no one answers. Not being able to contain my... - [The light is long gone now](https://literaryyard.com/2023/02/23/the-light-is-long-gone-now/): By: Lyra Goga The light is long gone now The light is long gone nowI doubt it ever existeda harmful deception, a mere illusionif only someone ended this deadly confusion. Yet no help comesNo knight in shining armor.In loneliness you... - [My Pokemon Collection Journey](https://literaryyard.com/2023/02/23/my-pokemon-collection-journey/): By Jonathan Park It was January 18th, 2015. I was at Target, looking at all of the Beyblades and figurines in the toy section with my two brothers. Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted something reflective with... - [Writing an inbound marketing email](https://literaryyard.com/2023/02/22/writing-an-inbound-marketing-email/): Writing effective inbound marketing emails is still one of the most harnessed media and an essential part of any business that wants to utilize email as part of their marketing strategy. It’s important to think outside the box and use... - ['Ignition' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/02/22/ignition-and-other-poems/): By: Dakota Phillips Ignition You were dark in the doorwayand I held a contrite, eleven-year-oldin my arms.Don’t you everraise your voice at me again.I knew that you mightbut with serpent tongue,I was certainly no victim either.There was still remedy and... - ["Selcouth Meadows" and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/02/22/selcouth-meadows-and-other-poems/): By: K.G. Munro Selcouth Meadows Rarity is untouched pieces of the earth,With unnamed grasses and perennials, As autumn holds the scenery in it’s embrace,This meadow resembles the spring, With tulips and ladybugs,The air is singing with birds, Animals that were... - [Tomorrow](https://literaryyard.com/2023/02/21/tomorrow/): By: Josephine Rudolf I know I must face youBut I can’t today, maybe tomorrowIf there is oneI was always pretty sure of the tomorrow partYet you took that from me So if I can’t be sure of a tomorrowAll I... - [Sage](https://literaryyard.com/2023/02/21/sage/): By: Jim Bates The granite ground sparklesSun beating down releasing scentsGreen lichen, brown grass, and sageDried horse manure, too. Through the polished white poplarsThe river glistens crashing over rocksThunderingMisty droplets drifting. High above a hawk is callingWings spread soaring on... - ['Sapid' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/02/20/sapid-and-other-poems/): By: KJ Hannah Greenberg Sapid Not all strong, pleasant tastes are free of sycophantic heritage(Consider how obsequious behaviors often precede elections.)Assess, too, the number of “people’s candidates” engaged inMisanthropic, “private” deeds (until their rivals count ballots). Especially in conurbations, denizens... - ['The Pelvis' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/02/19/the-pelvis-and-other-poems/): By: Wayne F. Burke The Pelvis It was almost always Elvisevery Saturday afternoonat the theater:Elvis as race car driverElvis as cowboyElvis as convictand at least one sceneElvis as tough guythough he did not look toughkind of prissy lookingand like maybe... - [I’ve Got My Back](https://literaryyard.com/2023/02/19/ive-got-my-back/): By: Dennis Vannatta 1.             A dozen years ago I underwent a CAT scan.  My doctor called me in to discuss the results.  He looked at the image from the scan, and then, rather than addressing the very serious medical... - [The silence of the stones](https://literaryyard.com/2023/02/19/the-silence-of-the-stones/): By: Barbara Anna Gaiardoni the silence of the stonesfinal coldness* monkfish stewfar-out connections* water heats uppop lights* the casement windowhappy as a lark* chirps in the netmilitary drone* the sea in springchit chat* first ray of sunshinethe last problem - [Jie Chunchang](https://literaryyard.com/2023/02/19/jie-chunchang/): By: Chen Ruizhe Moving house green plants by spring awake, waiting for the rain fine dust clothes.In exchange for the hair Yun Yan Mang, all ready to receive spring clothes. Lift up all thingsWake up by snow waterBroken by vernal... - [Blink](https://literaryyard.com/2023/02/17/blink/): After purchasing a piece of property on a remote island, Daniel finds the place is more than he bargained for. When the rumors of the homes dark history begin popping up, he must ask himself if his investment is worth as much as he paid...not to mention, his life. - [Existence](https://literaryyard.com/2023/02/15/existence/): By: Ethan Goffman In a ramshackle hut high on a lonely mountain peak dwelt the physicist Bernardx Gandalf, who understood the complexities of the universe. “The sun is the result of a rift into another dimension,” they explained (Bernardx is... - ['Frankie Says Don’t Go There' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/02/15/frankie-says-dont-go-there-and-other-poems/): By: Jim Murdoch Frankie Says Don’t Go There Most days I’m nearer to tears than…No one ever says they’re near to smiles, do they?I expect there must be times when I am,when I feel a grin coming on, perchance a... - [ChatGPT and Technophobia](https://literaryyard.com/2023/02/15/chatgpt-and-technophobia/): By Vanaja Malathy The release of ChatGPT by California company Open AI will be remembered as a turning point in introducing a new wave of artificial intelligence to the world. ChatGPT’s ability to ape human speech and automate previously time-consuming... - [Age and Thorn](https://literaryyard.com/2023/02/13/age-and-thorn/): By: Sushant Thapa Trapped and welcomedForsaken and giftedTwo boats in one riverWhen one sails?When one sinks?Decisions and chances,Houses that shelterThe blowing blizzard.Is it pain,Is it endurance?Larger-than-life idealWay too expensiveFor a cheap intuition.The rose of youthThe fragrance of gloryThat keeps repeatedly... - [Compassion](https://literaryyard.com/2023/02/12/compassion/): By Eric Burbridge             The cool morning breeze attacked the exposed nerves of his rotten wisdom tooth. Twig Pike rubbed his jaw as tears ran down his cheek. He focused and continued to back the heavily armored rig into the... - [The Wheel of Fortune and Power in King Lear by William Shakespeare](https://literaryyard.com/2023/02/12/the-wheel-of-fortune-and-power-in-king-lear-by-william-shakespeare/): By: Daniel Troy King Lear by William Shakespeare is a classic that dramatizes the ascent and descent of power in many characters. In doing so, Shakespeare explores power and what it means. How does power work? Can a person at... - ['Pickle' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/02/12/pickle-and-other-poems/): By: Annie Albright Pickle I pickled cucumbers that daybut as I was slicing the cucumbers I cut my thumband a drop of blood fell in the pickling liquida drop of salt in saltand I was remindedof the specimens in my... - [The Bond](https://literaryyard.com/2023/02/12/the-bond/): By: Vanaja Malathy          April and May always bring a lot of thrill, excitement, and anticipation of some magic to unfold. A month of summer holidays, a relief from the drudgery of completing the syllabus, examinations, paper corrections, and declaration... - [Death Waits at the Gate](https://literaryyard.com/2023/02/11/death-waits-at-the-gate/): By: Leigh-Anne Burley Death waits at the gate, admission is free, and he is not picky. It’s tedious work, downright dull. After endless centuries, faces blur, but disasters and famines speed up the process. Longing to take a break, Death... - [3 Ways Hindenburg-Adani Crisis Underlines Power of Content](https://literaryyard.com/2023/02/10/3-ways-hindenburg-adani-crisis-underlines-power-of-content/): Content can make and break brands, businesses, careers, personal images, governments and much more. The power of content gets underlined every day in different shapes and forms around us. This is especially seen when mighty businesses and people try to... - [Review: 'Allegria' by Giuseppe Ungaretti, translated from the Italian by Geoffrey Brock](https://literaryyard.com/2023/02/09/review-allegria-by-giuseppe-ungaretti-translated-from-the-italian-by-geoffrey-brock/): By Thomas Sanfilip Literary form collapses under the pressure of social upheaval. In the process, a natural progression from one state of consciousness to another makes cultural continuity impossible. In the intervening period, when all has collapsed under the weight... - ['A Tale of Two Plantations' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/02/09/a-tale-of-two-plantations-and-other-poems/): By: CLS Sandoval A Tale of Two Plantations Myth of Black ConfederatesLies of those who tell themselves thatConfederate statues are important to remind us of our white heritage Imagine a Bronzed homage to the Third Reich in MunichYou will have... - [Must-Have Habits of the Most Successful Content Marketers](https://literaryyard.com/2023/02/08/must-have-habits-of-the-most-successful-content-marketers/): Content marketers have to be a little bit of everything; a strategist, an editor, a storyteller, and more. While the job description may sound daunting, there are some habits that successful content marketers share which help them produce high-quality work... - [Four Winter Haiku](https://literaryyard.com/2023/02/07/four-winter-haiku-4/): By: Jim Bates Sub-zero wind blowsIce crystals form on eyebrowsThoughts of spring prevail. Warm winter daydreamsBlue sky and bluebirds singingChase away the grey Sunshine through bare treesShadows on snowy crystalsStretching toward spring. Subtle shift in moodSorting flower seed packetsDreaming of... - [Rainy Days](https://literaryyard.com/2023/02/06/rainy-days/): By Heather Park Rainy days can be sad and boring for many people. Your mom makes you stay inside because it is freezing, wet, and you might develop a cold. But activities like playing games, finding old household items in... - [Oh, to be a Narcissist](https://literaryyard.com/2023/02/06/oh-to-be-a-narcissist/): By: David R. Topper Oh, to be a narcissistis to beoblivious to being wrongoblivious to making a mistakeoblivious to making slip upsoblivious to inadvertently offending someone Oh, to be a narcissistis even to beoblivious to apologizing for being apologetic Oh,... - [Dark Night](https://literaryyard.com/2023/02/06/dark-night/): By: Laura Stamps What does she feel like today? Which postcard? Something light. Bright. A sunflower. Yes. That’s it. That’s the one. “Dear Elaine,” she writes. “This morning. On Tucker Road. Driving home from work. I saw a man. Walking.... - [Purpose](https://literaryyard.com/2023/02/04/purpose/): By: James Aitchison What purpose is therein a world that wants todestroy itself? It is not for the world to say. There is a sequence in the tapestryof life, dictated by the Wheel,as each being progresses througha series of lives.... - [4 Common Email Marketing Blunders You Should Get Rid Off](https://literaryyard.com/2023/02/04/4-common-email-marketing-blunders-you-should-get-rid-off/): When done correctly, email marketing can be one of the most effective strategies to generate leads and engage customers. But unfortunately, many marketers do resort to common blunders that can significantly reduce their chances of success and expected outcomes. In... - [Don't Make These Content Marketing Mistakes in 2023](https://literaryyard.com/2023/02/03/dont-make-these-content-marketing-mistakes-in-2023/): Content marketing is an ever-evolving function, and as digital media continues to grow and change, so too do the pitfalls that marketers should avoid. As we enter into 2023, there are a few key content marketing mistakes that marketing professionals... - ['Love Notes' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/02/03/love-notes-and-other-poems/): By Emily Breen Love Notes I wrote heartfelt love notes before I knew what love wasBefore I knew what like wasAnd while I was writing them I knew I felt every emotion that came close to love And looking back... - ['Thin Tally' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/02/03/thin-tally-and-other-poems/): By: Viator Thin Tally My fingers are scored with the incisionsof these dry days, my skin shrinking,unable to meet the square-inchrequirements of the underneathuncaring bones, so separatingin pain and small slices, invisible even thoughshouting in their sharp zinguntil well after... - [Review: 'Flame at Door and Raisin: The First Three Short Stories' by Alex M. Frankel](https://literaryyard.com/2023/01/30/review-flame-at-door-and-raisin-the-first-three-short-stories-by-alex-m-frankel/): By Radomir Vojtech Luza Alex M. Frankel may be the best writer in Los Angeles who has not hit The New York Times Bestseller list.  “FLAME AT DOOR AND RAISIN,” his latest short story collection, aims to raise the bar... - [Negotiating with Terrorists](https://literaryyard.com/2023/01/30/negotiating-with-terrorists/): By: Terry Trowbridge Brussels sprout sorbetsaid the terrorist in the kitchentaking the birthday boy’ssocial life hostagethose chocolate cake eyesfocused on tomorrow’s eight flamesconsidering the limits pick up his clothes then whatclean the cat boxvacuum the stairswash the carbut then he... - ['Wind, Tree' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/01/30/wind-tree-and-other-poems/): By: Brandon McQuade WIND, TREE The sun is a yellow axechopping at our backs. A single, barren treeits branches splayed in the open air. Veiny,naked limbs longing for a companion,settling for the wind. ### FIVE BEATING HEARTS Witness the worms... - ['Where have they all gone?' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/01/29/where-have-they-all-gone-and-other-poems/): By: Vanaja Malathy Where have they all gone? Where have all my dear and near ones gone?their memories heal and reinvigorate my mindand at times stifle and sting my heart.i feel I am standing in the midst of a barren... - [In Pursuit of Agape](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/05/in-pursuit-of-agape/): By: Thabi Moeketsi The dancing mango leaves have suddenly changed into Goliaths. Minutes before Pontso had laughed and played, peace all around. She looks up and screams, “HELP ME LORD.”  It’s breakfast time but Pontso  Modike is miles away from... - [The Child](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/05/the-child/): By: James Aitchison Fear not for the children.The wheel spinsand gives new soulsnew paths to walk.Every life is taken from this earthat an appointed timeas part of its eternal series.The younger life is often taken first,because it has ascended faster... - [The Harvest](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/05/the-harvest/): By: Dennis Vannatta Gus Penders had been born and raised and at the age of fifty-nine still lived in the Belle Harbor section of Queens, New York, but he felt set apart from other natives of the area due to... - ['The Little Thief' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/05/the-little-thief-and-other-poems/): By: Mahathi THE LITTLE THIEFDon’t stop but pamper Him, that prowler slyToddling with grace towards your kitchen door.Be sly like Him and His exploits espy!That thief, the worlds don’t hate but sure adore,Now there inside scooping butter and cheese.But lo... - [Remembering Jawaharlal Nehru](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/04/remembering-jawaharlal-nehru/): By: Ramlal  Agarwal Jawaharlal Nehru was an aristocrat: a connoisseur, a lover of luxury and beauty. And yet, he was a democrat to his fingertips and rarely mixed parliamentary sessions. Mahatma Gandhi chose him as Prime Minister of India because... - [Growing Our Sails](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/03/growing-our-sails/): By: Frances Leitch Sea Gift Sea – giver of lifeSea that delights as waters splashSea that fills children’s heartswith merrimentSea that carries shellsfor them to shoreSea that sings a songwith the windRoars like a lionessand cries not butAlways gives the... - [The Green Streetlight](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/03/the-green-streetlight/): By: Dmitry Blizniuk The ineffable…I’ve walked into your trap.I went to a spring late at nightand froze like a armless statue in the middle of an autumn garden.What should I do? Should I grab with my teeth the knotty pencils... - ['The Night, Full of Impossibilities' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/03/the-night-full-of-impossibilities-and-other-poems/): By: Steven Bruce The Night, Full of Impossibilities That the cold lips of nightwould emit some insight. That the coffee could stay hotand poems would write themselves. That our eyes could be awake forever. That our burdens and regretswould be... - ['Sailing' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/03/sailing-and-other-poems/): By: Ken W. Simpson Sailing A lonely boat in an angry oceanrolling with the wavesheaving and shedding the seasdiving deep and risingsurging towards a calmer haven. ### The Detritus of Evolution Distant echoes of familiar placesblurred and aged by timeof... - [Loving Mom](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/03/loving-mom/): By, Karen Lee Stradford Lillian Maria-You’re the first personto show metrue love,teach meto respect myself,othersand worship God. My best friend-It’s difficult to express exactlyhow much you mean to me.Somehow, no adjective seems suitable.You’re a proud lady who knowsshe’s blessedand leads... - ['A Midnight Walk Around My Neighborhood' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/03/a-midnight-walk-around-my-neighborhood-and-other-poems/): By: Bruno Rescigna A Midnight Walk Around My Neighborhood The peace and safety of daylightgive way to the suspicions of darkness. Sounds imperceptible in daylightgrow ominous in the night’s quiet.A leaf scraping across a sidewalkcould be a footstep.Parked cars become... - [To Catch a Star](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/03/to-catch-a-star/): By: Rina Olsen The laptop shut with a curt clack. He leaned back and ran a hand through his hair, pushing a sigh out from puckered lips. His hand curled around the tiny chocolate box, which screamed can you find... - [The Bully](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/03/the-bully/): By: J. Ross Archer Tommy Stone, a fourth grader with a deformed leg, watches his colleagues playing softball. The resident bully, Clyde Bedingfield, walks by Tommy, bumping him with a knee and sending him sprawling. Tommye is slow getting up,... - [Secret Death](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/03/secret-death/): By: Karen Lee Stradford We grew up together,next door neighbors.Our siblings close in ages, like steps. We were always full of life, playinghide and seek in the backyard,running around the basesand riding our bikesto the corner store for snacks. We... - [Three Summer Haiku](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/03/three-summer-haiku/): By: Jim Bates Early morning sun.Casting golden glowing light.Dewy grass sparkles. Summertime gardenFlowers blooming cheerfullyRefreshing the soul. Fresh corn-on-the-cob.Sweet golden and white kernelsTasting of summer. - [Jhabvala’s Heat and Dust: A Double-decker](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/02/jhabvalas-heat-and-dust-a-double-decker/): By: Ramlal Agarwal  Ruth Prawer Jhabvala came to India in 1951 after her marriage to an Indian Parsi architect and settled in a posh locality of Delhi. She had earned her M.A. from London University by writing a thesis about... - [Michael Ondaatje’s The English Patient: War and Love](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/02/michael-ondaatjes-the-english-patient-war-and-love/): By: Ramlal Agarwal The English Patient by Michael Ondaatje was declared the Golden Man Booker winner, a special one-off award to celebrate the 50th anniversary of the Booker Foundation in 2018. It was chosen as the best work of fiction... - [The Marietta Hole](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/02/the-marietta-hole/): By: Raymond Greiner The year was 1947, my seventh. On Saturday mornings my Dad accompanied me to the YMCA for swimming lessons. We took the streetcar from Vienna, WV to Parkersburg, a six-mile trip. The streetcar clattered, as the operator... - [Meditation: a lifeline to sanity in a world gone crazy](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/02/meditation-a-lifeline-to-sanity-in-a-world-gone-crazy/): By William T. Hathaway Humanity is in crisis. Our social structures are crumbling. Institutions that had seemed secure are now breaking apart. Politicians are figures of contempt. Once-respected news sources are distrusted. Schools have devolved into internment camps. A dozen... - ['Special Enough' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/02/special-enough-and-other-poems/): By: Richard LeDue Special Enough To those who are always the victor,remember defeats can be smallas cobwebs we can’t reach with broomsor large like an arachnophobiawe don’t talk about,and that losing is what makes winningpossible, especially when everyone’sgiven a gold... - [Just with the mind](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/02/just-with-the-mind/): By Patty Somlo Sarah Miles leaned against the white metal railing, as the ship made its way along the coast. White houses topped with red-tiled roofs spilled down the lush green hillside, not letting go of an early-morning pastel pink... - [A Brilliant Original Air Car Interior Designer](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/02/a-brilliant-original-air-car-interior-designer/): By: Tom Ball      Michael C. was a brilliant interior decorator who was in demand. He preferred to do the modern style which involved sexual paintings and plush interiors in black and white. But he also liked the elite style... - [Thoughts While Playing Tennis](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/02/thoughts-while-playing-tennis/): By: Ethan Goffman If I drive the ball hard into the backhand corner that’s his weakness. It’s working—he’s not that athletic. Can’t hit while on the move. Also not that bright—not able to figure out how to defend the corner.... - [The Violin](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/02/the-violin/): By: Bruce Levine Avery laughed. It was a bitter laugh. He’d been through it before, many times in fact. And each time it had gotten harder.             Losing a bid at an auction happened, but this one hurt more than... - [The A to Z of A.L.T.: The Fabulous World of André Leon Talley](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/02/the-a-to-z-of-a-l-t-the-fabulous-world-of-andre-leon-talley/): By: Elaine Lennon Abyssinian Baptist Church, Harlem, NYC.   The oldest congregation of African Americans there is in New York State. My sanctuary! My saviour! I live in faith, hope and light. And love! Love! Anvil, The. New York’s prime gay... - [Superficial Detachment](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/02/superficial-detachment/): By: Deogratias Kagali I was chasing the clouds all alongMy gaze fixed to the heavensMy feet treading blindly on earth I invested my all to this questUnnoticing the world around meGrowing insensitive to the reality. People to me seemed to... - ['Ancestors' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/02/ancestors-and-other-poems/): By: J. K. Durick Ancestors I can picture them, can’t youOur ancestorsThere in their huts and hovelsImagining a new life elsewhereThinking of moving onWanting something betterFor their children, grandchildrenEven their old ageI picture mine finally gettingTired of the acceptedThe things... - [I Left Pieces of My Skin in China](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/02/i-left-pieces-of-my-skin-in-china/): By: Anya Barlett there along The Bundas my reflection fadedinto the hazebefore I crossed the Huangpu Riverto Nanjing Road,the world’s busiest shopping area.The sun a forgotten friendto my face as my nervessweated off my skin, sinkinginto the ground under my... - ['A False Epistemology' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/02/a-false-epistemology-and-other-poems/): By: KJ Hannah Greenberg A False Epistemology A false epistemology, affected steadfastly, makes life unlivable.Even had we most desired effects, services, we’d need miracles.Truth persists as consequential to originators, to people aspiringTo gatekeeper roles for questionable plus indisputable purposes. Altruism... - [Dirt Bike](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/02/dirt-bike/): By Karen Lee Stradford I’m 16 today.I got a dirt bike.After years of asking, I knew that my parents would finally give in.I can’t wait tocruise.The envy of my friends. First thing I need is to learn to drive.At the... - [Story with the Sad Girl](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/02/story-with-the-sad-girl/): By Harrison Abbott I’d just finished work for the evening and I walked to the bus stop in an elated mood. I got to the stop and checked the screen for the bus times and my one was due in... - ['Don’t Go There' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/02/dont-go-there-and-other-poems/): By: Leigh-Anne Burley Don’t Go There A child in the wombhears whispers ofgrievances trapped inclouds of vapor We walk apart withblood splattered facesuse our tonguesas battering rams Behind crooked smileswe shake hands in suretyto pledges disrespected Yellow police tape snakesaround... - [In Her Country](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/02/in-her-country/): By David Conte He arrived at Berlin’s Tegel airport at eleven in the morning on a Saturday. The American Tourist suitcase by his side, the previous year’s Christmas gift from his mother, was bursting at the seams. Standing there, slumped,... - ['Brother Sores' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/02/brother-sores-and-other-poems/): By: Bryce Johle Brother Sores Forget how we ulcered. You used to trail pearled ropepast classroom windows, stitch into microfoam,veined maple mecca. I was a squirrel hopping fenceposts,along a Van’s-trotting hipster, cracking the pearls,harvesting cardigan fruits as if I found... - [The Ceremony](https://literaryyard.com/2022/08/24/the-ceremony/): By: Peter Wakefield Kitcher 22 November 2003 Sir, As my wife and I had been assigned as “Spectators” to the last National Ceremony, I have been asked to give an account of the proceedings. I have interviewed many of those... - [Which Nothingness Shall We Choose for Us?](https://literaryyard.com/2022/08/17/which-nothingness-shall-we-choose-for-us/): By: Jeffrey Delano Davis The raw chickenin the frying panpulpy, thick, sinuoussheared apart with scissorsolive oilhaphazardlydrizzled, burner unlit, your thin tremulous handsracked with sunspotsand varicose veinslightly touched your lip. “How long has this been sitting here, Ma?” This horrorstarted so... - ['Trudge or Fly?' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/08/16/trudge-or-fly-and-other-poems/): By: Stephen Kingsnorth Trudge or Fly?As soles pace paving, up aloftthe pupils pointing brick above,learn walls a street scene gallery,frames overlook, day’s oeuvre show,evolving exhibitions, years.Who owns the wall, the sweeps supplied –a brush with property and law –but bills... - [I’ve Been to the Desert with Dewey Bunnell](https://literaryyard.com/2022/08/16/ive-been-to-the-desert-with-dewey-bunnell/): By: Todd Mercer It’s infuriating and impossible to understand: my person refused to name me. Who does that? Every other horse in this stable? Normal names. At first I thought it was an oversight, but then it struck me how... - [Unusual Diners](https://literaryyard.com/2022/08/16/unusual-diners/): By: Clive Aaron Gill When I interviewed for a server job two years ago, the restaurant owner, Mr. Emiril Fieri, said, “Dean, Casa Tua has the ambiance of a classy private club on the Italian Riviera. My patrons expect excellent... - [A Christmas Tale in the Time of Corona and a Visit to Alethea](https://literaryyard.com/2022/08/16/a-christmas-tale-in-the-time-of-corona-and-a-visit-to-alethea/): By: Amrita Valan Christmas came. But wearing a mask this year. The mask came on too late for Patrick Lee. He succumbed at fall, on All Hallows Eve actually. Pigheadedly insisting masks  don’t stop the virus till the virus stopped... - ['Revelations' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/08/12/revelations-and-other-poems/): By: Ken W. Simpson Revelations Ghosts are memoriesthat refuse to die live with demonsor drown in their tears. ### Sorrow The mountains of mourninggrieve for the deadin the white snows of winter. ### Surreal Reality hides from the subconscious mindin... - [For the First Time](https://literaryyard.com/2022/08/12/for-the-first-time/): By Taylor Dibbert Neither,Resurrection,Nor,Revival,What,They’reBuilding,Together,Is,Something,Completely,Different. ### Taylor Dibbert is a widely published writer and journalist. He’s the author of the Peace Corps memoir “Fiesta of Sunset.” - [We measure afternoons in smoke](https://literaryyard.com/2022/08/12/we-measure-afternoons-in-smoke/): By: R.T. Castleberry WE MEASURE AFTERNOONSIN SMOKE. Early May sinks us,that sends vines creeping toblooms ascent on terrazzo walls;chases battering windsalong canopy sidewalks,through beggars on bikesbartering in desert camo. As I stand at a Belleville cornerwatching my prospects fade,church bells... - [Intentional Geometry](https://literaryyard.com/2022/08/12/intentional-geometry/): By: Raymond Greiner       Today I have been thinking about geometric patterns and shapes, their intention and purpose, the obvious, the less obvious, and those, which are more ambiguous.  I’m thinking about geometry’s vast and profusely influential melding with Earth’s... - ['Scattered' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/08/04/scattered-and-other-poems/): By: Roger G. Singer SCATTERED here at thisearth place dust liftsfrom thesmooth walkway carried withoutchoice releasedunequally ontodistant places as the partsscatter anddivide ### REFLECTION the moonin the mirror it’s strengthpulls the gazeand tidesto itsbright crooked smileor its dark sideof mystery... - [My Third Life](https://literaryyard.com/2022/08/04/my-third-life/): By: Pragya Dhiman I come from a world where lizards bathein toilet tanksand turn into salamanders slippery,like salivating tongues hungryfor their next meal in the dry drought of a sticky heat. I come from a placewhere if you clean the... - ['Rescue' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/08/03/rescue-and-other-poems/): By: Karen Lee Stradford Rescue Somehow, you knew I needed you.You found me when I was lost. My weakness was so obvious.You refused to leave my side. I depended on you to come around.After all, cats are curious.I know that... - [Beads](https://literaryyard.com/2022/08/03/beads/): By: Valentin Emelin at first the sound of tearing stringand sunlight candy dropsgot scatteredon the tile floortheir touch of polished amberwas smooth like silkalas I don’t rememberthe namerhymes with a beardno that’s the facedon’t see it clearly behind the wheelin... - [The Almirah](https://literaryyard.com/2022/08/03/the-almirah/): By: Chilaikalaan This morning bought with itself an idea.An idea that I should clean my room.I started by making my bed.I picked up the novels and kept them in a rack.I picked up the clothes and kept them for washing.I... - ['Arty Facts' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/08/03/arty-facts-and-other-poems/): By: Stephen Kingsnorth Arty Facts These artefacts of pilfered swag –fact – much museum art is theft;as folk stare through the looking glass,what of reflecting, facing past? Unless it’s evidence in court –proceeds of crime not norm display,an oeuvre brochure,... - ['Without Fanfare' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/08/02/without-fanfare-and-other-poems/): By: Jacquelyn Shah Without Fanfare Without fanfare hoopla handshakeswithout publication or proclamationbenefit of billboardswithout the expectation of applause or awewithout a murmurthe mind starsin its quiet littlebreakdown Dull drum of come on come on nowcontrapuntal noand utter disregardfor the head’s... - [Tales of the Sea](https://literaryyard.com/2022/07/29/tales-of-the-sea/): By: Edith Gallagher Boyd Ricky marked his calendar when the visits drew near. Sometimes Momma stayed for  cousins’ week, and sometimes she left us in Nana’s care. We brought our sleeping bags as we never knew how many young people... - ['Time’s Celerity' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/07/28/times-celerity-and-other-poems/): By: Michael C. Seeger Time’s Celerity Time’s celerity astonishes me;Hastening death with its insatiate clock —Remorselessly tick-tocking a decreeNumbering my days and hours in its lock. Ignored in youth, the days went unnumbered.Misplaced time seemed to go on for hours.In... - ['Side effect' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/07/28/side-effect-and-other-poems/): By: John Grey SIDE EFFECT I get down on my kneesand smell wildflowers.What started asas a childhood curiosityis now habit.Colorful or plain,my nose isn’t particular.In its time,it’s breathed ineverything frombreathtaking purplesto plain whites,from the lushest,the showiest,to the most demure.Some offer... - [Her Face](https://literaryyard.com/2022/07/27/her-face/): By: Emmanuel G G Yamba The charm that holds meA spell cast upon my beingA beautiful face unleashEntices me to staringI’m bewitched and clench Like the rainbow in the skyThe face drape my lifeThe only tree in EdenThat feed me... - ['I Wish I Was More Prepared' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/07/27/i-wish-i-was-more-prepared-and-other-poems/): By: Cailey Tarriane I Wish I Was More Prepared. Left to be governed by moonlightUnequipped, flightless and never was Been loved like a daughterNever learned how to spread out wingsBecause I am daughtered Glints of the moon or I’m left... - [Women’s Poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/07/27/womens-poems/): By: Kathleen Bryson So weary of poemsabout oysters and eggsand bone, and pearls,with delicate allusions tomemento mori and organzawith Victorian references and forced rhymeswith frail loose endingsto stanzasSo tired of wordsused in poemslike coiled and sweetand violet and dryso bored... - [Uriel Fox and the Terminus-Calculator](https://literaryyard.com/2022/07/18/uriel-fox-and-the-terminus-calculator/): By: John F Zurn     Long before Uriel Fox had traveled the world searching for some purpose for his life, he lived in a number of boarding houses.  He resided in these residences because they usually proved to be inexpensive,... - [Tagore’s Legacy of Kabir:  Did the medieval mystic help shape Rabindranath’s Gitanjoli?](https://literaryyard.com/2022/07/18/tagores-legacy-of-kabir-did-the-medieval-mystic-help-shape-rabindranaths-gitanjoli/): By: Mozid Mahmud Kabir’s life still holds importance in a society in pursuit of the one true Lord, steeped in religiosity and caste. He was born at a time when the Hindu-Muslim strife was raging across the subcontinent. Divided into... - [Proserpina, 8 A.M.](https://literaryyard.com/2022/07/18/proserpina-8-a-m/): By: Leda Glass I hold my toothpaste in my mouthAnd let it burn new holes. A pathetic attemptAt cleanliness,Maybe far too close to godlinessFor somebody like me— My inner cheek flesh,That suede bitten blanket,May have been twice rebornAnd a half,... - [The Snow Globe](https://literaryyard.com/2022/07/18/the-snow-globe/): By: Aanika Gajendragad “Nisha, come down for dinner!” “You ask me to clean and then call me to eat when I’m cleaning…” I mumbled to myself. “Nisha!” “Coming, mother. I’ll be there in 15.” Mom kept asking me to clean... - [Un-Cry Me](https://literaryyard.com/2022/07/18/un-cry-me/): By: Joe Barca your poemgently broke meall the tearspent up inside stalagmitesand stalactitesin the caveof my unconscious your wordsa shock of sparrowsrelentlessecho through me the ghosts of lossthat haunt usa fatherand a daughter the riverand the water - ['Lost Drunk Desires' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/07/18/lost-drunk-desires-and-other-poems/): By: George Gad Economou Lost Drunk Desires visiting whorehouses without caring to get action, toobroke to afford special services, yet wishing to breathe in the rough atmosphere,yearning to taste again the essence of joints Ionce frequented more than home—I felt... - [Live Music Feeds The Soul](https://literaryyard.com/2022/07/18/live-music-feeds-the-soul/): By, Karen Lee Stradford It’s been a long day.I can use a distraction.My sister Lynn invited me to anoutdoor concert,guaranteed to make me forget my troublesand lose myself in the music. With no questions asked, I prepare for the greatest... - [An Echo From The Stars](https://literaryyard.com/2022/07/18/an-echo-from-the-stars/): By: Raymond Greiner     Preparing for winter.  It is mid-October and the trees are spectacular.  I anticipated autumn to be less colorful.  We had such a dry summer; driest of the ten summers I have lived at this place.  The... - ['History of a night' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/07/15/history-of-a-night-and-other-poems/): By: Emmanuel G G Yamba History of a night maybe this is why the scripture saysweeping may endure at nightbecause the sun smileis engulf within the cloud& the moon looses it’s tasteon the lip of the sky all through the... - [Exchange of letters between the pundit and the painter](https://literaryyard.com/2022/07/15/exchange-of-letters-between-the-pundit-and-the-painter/): By: Pawel Markiewicz Bijou among pearlets of an epistolary art Exchange of letters between the pundit and the painter The epistle No. 1 as long SMS dispatched The 5th May 2022. At the most picturesque dawn Dear painter! I woke... - [Inez](https://literaryyard.com/2022/07/15/inez/): By James W. White Inez is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead,... - [Write to the Wire](https://literaryyard.com/2022/07/15/write-to-the-wire/): By: Callie Walker The visiting poet, Nikky Finney, told our class that we must sit in the saddle, keep hold of the reins, and finish the race. We’d heard the advice to “just keep writing” from professors, peers, and other... - [Homeless](https://literaryyard.com/2022/07/15/homeless/): By, Karen Lee Stradford Open your heart.Show kindness and let someone in-that person who has nothing to eatand nowhere to sleep.Shelter is their necessity. It’s hard to imagine a world wherepeople struggle to survivein a prosperous land.There must be a... - [The Great Train Robbery](https://literaryyard.com/2022/07/15/the-great-train-robbery/): By: James Dickman Close to the one-horse town of Wilcox, Wyoming, about six miles west of the old Rock Creek train station, Butch Cassidy a chiseled-jawed bank and train robber, bit the end off of his long thin panatela cigar... - [My baby's new womb](https://literaryyard.com/2022/07/15/my-babys-new-womb/): By: Dwit David Philip I conceived and carried you for nine months,I delivered you the day you are born,I had sleepless night when you are in womb,It was always good, when kicking and beating my pregnant womb Today you are... - [Where else could God be?](https://literaryyard.com/2022/07/15/where-else-could-god-be/): By: Alexander Perezz WHERE ELSE COULD GOD BE? Veil draped lovinglyFine-knitted embroideryOver your death mask Now there is nothing for herNot then here there being to beWhere else could she be? UnfamiliarMammals eat their young aliveThey don’t moralize Funny how... - [Shahtoosh](https://literaryyard.com/2022/07/15/shahtoosh/): By Reena Kapoor This is the third time in three months that she’s called. I hesitate. I want to help. Gosh, I’d love to help. What an example, a woman like her could set! Especially in our community, our well... - [Toenails and Zombies](https://literaryyard.com/2022/07/15/toenails-and-zombies/): By Eric Burbridge             “Get up hurry! Put your hands in the slots, convict.” Dillard Wamchukie shouted those words through the barred opening in my cell. “They coming, hurry!”             “How’s the zombie war going? Those shells whistling over mean... - ['Speed Of The Falcon' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/07/15/speed-of-the-falcon-and-other-poems/): By: K. A. Williams Speed Of The Falcon The falcon perchedon the speed limit sign.It was Sunday,and there was no trafficin the neighborhoodat that time of day,so I stopped the car.But as soon as I hadthe camera on my phoneready... - [Gravitational Waves](https://literaryyard.com/2022/07/15/gravitational-waves/): By: Nate Tulay “Are the ripples in spacetime created by merging black holes aspiring differently if you are much closer, say within a couple of light years verses the few billions that we been detecting.” – StarTalk In simple English,... - ['Conscience v. Science' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/07/15/conscience-v-science-and-other-poems/): By: Nate Poko Tulay Conscience v. Science This experience that we call life,is a little too complex to end with death;A cycle of forgotten rebirths,we flow purposefully with time. Toiling through our gifts and interests,we endlessly strive from one life... - ['Hydnora' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/07/15/hydnora-and-other-poems/): By: Christian Ward HydnoraHydnora africana Emergence brings a land based starfish.Mottled lava-hard skin on this flower.Strawberry margarita flesh. Openingreveals Hydra heads: extrasfrom Little Shop of Horrors. Stitchesfor teeth. Of course, we can’t forgetthe faeces smell. Dung beetle groupieswilling to sacrifice... - [Childless](https://literaryyard.com/2022/07/12/childless/): By, Karen Lee Stradford Some things in life are puzzling to me.I spent many days wondering why I wasn’t blessed with a childto love and nourish,call my own,guide through lifeand provide for. Somehow, it was never the right seasonfor me... - ['Measure of Belief' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/07/12/measure-of-belief-and-other-poems/): By: Sushant Thapa Measure of Belief Take a stroll of faithAgain, the day is yours.Meet me on a fine mornI will greet you with my offerings.I do not forsake the emblems of loveLikewise, religion speaks to meOf an essence of... - [Captains The Word](https://literaryyard.com/2022/07/11/captains-the-word/): By Dominic Tramontana Forks and knives clinked against the metallic trays in the mess hall. The observation window stretched along the outer wall revealing the empty void of space to all the crew mates. Every mealtime cycle was loud. After... - [Three Haiku](https://literaryyard.com/2022/07/11/three-haiku/): By: Jim Bates ***Morning dew sparklesTiny droplets glisteningRays of sunlight dance. *** Immense starry nightPassionate lovers embraceCorpuscles racing. *** Rocky shoreline agatesWaves lapping over caramel swirlsFrozen magna moment. - [Can a poem… ](https://literaryyard.com/2022/07/11/can-a-poem/): By: James Aitchison On the eve of destruction,can a poem stop a bomb?On the eve of destruction,can a rhyme save the world? Words won’t win wars,but they will survive,and like graveyard crosses,define the edges of civilization. - [An Immigrant’s Story in three parts](https://literaryyard.com/2022/07/11/an-immigrants-story-in-three-parts/): By: Del Lobo Part I: My parent’s home is all I know. It’s a familiar world but there is a paucity of space. Never mind our home, the whole city is over-populated. And the noise! The proximity of people, animals,... - [Past Due](https://literaryyard.com/2022/07/11/past-due/): By: Michael Summerleigh Somebody came through the door of the Rose & Crown and a slash of sunset snuck in with, knocked him blind for almost a minute, so he didn’t actually see her walking up to his table. The... - [The Carousel of Happiness](https://literaryyard.com/2022/07/11/the-carousel-of-happiness/): By: Debra N. Diener I have ridden on the Carousel of Happiness. I remember everything about it so clearly — —bright red/blue/green/gold/purple lights multiplying in number as they flashed off mirrors overhead and on every surface of the carousel, –... - [Insomnia’s Heaven](https://literaryyard.com/2022/07/11/insomnias-heaven/): By: Vandana Sharma As the night blankets the world,and stars sing a lullaby,insomnia’s heaven rises just right. The world is quiet,its silence- an elixir,for the hungry spirits,lost in the day – light. Night’s stillness,a refuge,for the countless thoughts,scattered away like... - ['How I Will Visit My Ancestors' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/07/01/how-i-will-visit-my-ancestors-and-other-poems/): By: Mubarak Said How I Will Visit My Ancestors a day will come,i may be seenon the mountain tops,like a hungry lionathirst for food.i will be there, not to hunt a game,but to see the thatched houses,down the hill.remember, if... - [The Male Helper](https://literaryyard.com/2022/07/01/the-male-helper/): By: Padmini Krishnan “Sammy, our new housemaid is a guy.” I put my piano practice book down and looked at my 9-year old brother, Rex, trying to absorb what he said. “Are you kidding me? There are no male housemaids.”... - [Of Their World](https://literaryyard.com/2022/07/01/of-their-world/): By: Evelyn Jin When I think of Terra, I think of how Mama used to tell me tales of the stars. I was just a child, maybe seven or eight, when she’d clutch me tight to her chest with one... - [Losers](https://literaryyard.com/2022/07/01/losers/): By: Dan Yonah Johnson July 1969, West Side of Columbus, Ohio In the field behind the school, Julian DeCroix was fixing to fly his model rocket. Other kids huddled around. The rocket was an alternative type. It didn’t have a... - ['Distant is the morning' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/06/30/distant-is-the-morning-and-other-poems/): By: R.T. Castleberry DISTANT IS THE MORNING Rain dries on a windy street.Heron skulks the horizon.Never trust a Capricorn’s worduntil you know how it falls to his favor.Leaves pile before me in skittering sweeps.Desert dust scrapescirrus crystals from the sky,drains... - [Torn pages](https://literaryyard.com/2022/06/29/torn-pages/): By: Stephen Faulkner             When for some odd reason the subject of alleys come up in conversation the people I talk to immediately presuppose an urban setting. They never think in terms of a town or a village, only a... - [The Tale of Four](https://literaryyard.com/2022/06/29/the-tale-of-four/): By: Medha Godbole Singh Shruti scuttled about in the kitchen, giving finishing touches to the pasta salad and Matar Paneer. She garnished the Paneer with Coriander and added a dash of oregano to the salad. Cleaning the sides of the... - [All about the Owl Métier  ](https://literaryyard.com/2022/06/29/all-about-the-owl-metier/): By: Rehanul Hoque At the stroke of midnightWhen under the sway of darkness and dead silenceAll the animals and beings giving way to slumberStand still, as if time hasn’t changed over years-Then some party animals remain obsessed withWomen and wine;... - [Portraits of Failed Leadership: Rhee Syngman and Mohammad Ashraf Ghani](https://literaryyard.com/2022/06/29/portraits-of-failed-leadership-rhee-syngman-and-mohammad-ashraf-ghani/): By Tei Kim A few years before the Korean war, World War II ended in 1945, releasing Korea from the 35 year reign of Japanese control. The Soviet Union had control over North Korea while the United States had control... - ['The Limits of Metaphor' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/06/29/the-limits-of-metaphor-and-other-poems/): By: David Francis The Limits of Metaphor People get off the busthat’s lit up like an ocean linerin front of the neon burglar-barredfood store-tattoo-modeling studioand they disperse in all directionsthey might be going to apartmentsor places of businessopen on a... - [Cornerstone](https://literaryyard.com/2022/06/29/cornerstone/): By: JW Burns Alan sat in a puddle.             “…doesn’t pay enough. Twice in three months I’ve had to call my father just to get by—you know how I hate that—so I’m seriously looking.” Sharon’s voice jumped from a thick... - [Rakibul Hassan’s Joler Gopon Golpo: Exploration of Human Pain](https://literaryyard.com/2022/06/29/rakibul-hassans-joler-gopon-golpo-exploration-of-human-pain/): By Mohammad JashimUddin Rakibul Hassan is a promising poet of 1990s. He has published more than twenty books of poetry and has written eight novels including Agnika Andhar, a novel that boldly exposed the dark side of universities, and a... - [Hold My Hand MaNcube](https://literaryyard.com/2023/05/28/hold-my-hand-mancube/): By Val Chatindo “I’m pregnant Godfrey.” I look at her. A few months ago I would’ve praised my ancestors. Been thankful for the dilution of my strong genetic pool that bred the type of blacks, white people were afraid of.... - [Dialogistic](https://literaryyard.com/2023/05/28/dialogistic/): By: Rebecca Dempsey I stutter and eventually say hello. Because I have to start somewhere. In a dialogue, a greeting is as good as any place to begin. Yes. I’ve been waiting. There’s no hello in return. I understand. I’d... - [Botanizing](https://literaryyard.com/2023/05/28/botanizing/): By: Jim Bates Two brothersWandering hills and fieldsBreathing the rarefied airWalking through deep woodsCool and greenTromping across warm meadowsFragrant with wildflowersThey’d stop along the wayField books handyIdentifying what they observedMeadow rue and sweet cicelyWhite daisy and prairie blue stemThey were... - [A Sense of Time](https://literaryyard.com/2023/05/25/a-sense-of-time/): By: Bruce Levine Time standing stillThe range of motionSuspendedBy a diversity of catalystsEach longing for fulfillmentAnd yet envelopedIn their own evolutionPersonal and professionalUnificationWatching a ticking clockWaiting for minutes and hoursTo passAs the clock ticksYet the hands remainMotionlessAnd time stands stillLingering... - [Reggie](https://literaryyard.com/2023/05/25/reggie/): By: Bruce Levine It took Reggie an extended period to get all of his books organized just the way he wanted them. While his system was based very loosely on the Dewey Decimal System used in libraries, his subdivisions were... - [How much?](https://literaryyard.com/2023/05/25/how-much/): By: James Aitchison Being human you are finite;do not give of yourselfto the extent youbecome vulnerable.The Wheel spins:some hear emptiness,some hear the whole melody.When you listen, accept.When you do not hear,listen more deeply.Isolate yourself and gainthe blade of self-knowledge.How much... - [Emotional Curiosity  ](https://literaryyard.com/2023/05/24/emotional-curiosity/): By: Yuan Changming Now I’ve finally found the answer to our question! “What question?” Why am I so crazy about you? “Aha, that’s your question, not mine!” You know, I’ve been haunted by this question. In fact, I can never... - [A Classroom Jumanji](https://literaryyard.com/2023/05/24/a-classroom-jumanji/): By: Anusha.u The teacher emerged.The whole classroomstood in silence.Some in reverence,Others in mere imitation. The teacher started:running betweenblackboard and text,For portions were to discuss.She explained,told,elaborated-All ways she could use.She had to teach it. She knew,her students werereal gems.She overspedthe die,to... - [Edel and the beggar-who-was-once-a-wizard](https://literaryyard.com/2023/05/24/edel-and-the-beggar-who-was-once-a-wizard/): By: David Berger The ragged beggar, squatting at the edge of the busy street, had once been a wizard. Some knew his past; other folks could just tell. And they had two ways with him. Most avoided him, avoiding his... - [Perfect Teeth](https://literaryyard.com/2023/05/24/perfect-teeth/): By: David Patten Daybreak, mist rising from the surface, the chatter of tropical birds and primates from the dense rainforest flanking their small boat.  It’s long and narrow like a canoe, Elliot perched at the bow clothed in angler’s khaki. ... - [Art Gallery](https://literaryyard.com/2023/05/24/art-gallery/): By: David Patten Amaya can’t suppress a wry smile.  An item of gossip has reached her.  It seems there are those intent on labeling her a witch.  Such an archaic term, unused for centuries, its connotation pejorative.  Amaya ponders that... - ['Storm' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/05/24/storm-and-other-poems-2/): By: KJ Hannah Greenberg Storm A cyclone surged from deep in my soulMoving low, goallessly over mountainsAthward valleys, odd terrain, it yieldedNot squall, degree, measure of damage. Later, aspiration’s flowers, akin to prior,Hardened stones, sprouted flames uponSand carpets, boasted red-orange... - [Recoil](https://literaryyard.com/2023/05/24/recoil/): By: Karen E. Osborne Lucy’s breathing slowed. Mack’s Smith and Wesson lay on her lap. She slid moist fingertips along the barrel, sending tingles and ripples up her right arm. Dawn broke. Fog hugged the hills. Streaks of pinks and... - [of Birds and Cats](https://literaryyard.com/2023/05/23/of-birds-and-cats/): By: Allan Lake Before dawn, birds utter crazy praisesto their sun god. They wake me,make me recall that circle of downyfeathers left in courtyard yesterday.Silenced. A soft scene to give pause. Abandoning down-filled pillow I pivot,could never fly, into slippers,... - ['Fly, soar and walk' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/05/20/fly-soar-and-walk-and-other-poems/): By: Grant Guy poem flysoarwalkfly sit fly fly nekrasov *** poem words words under attack get yours while they last words wordswords *** poem it hurt my motherit made me laugh make the bed father broke wind *** poem himselfhimself... - [A Crazy Old Man](https://literaryyard.com/2023/05/20/a-crazy-old-man/): By: Alan Berger The next thing you knowCould be the last thing you needSoCall an ambulanceOr let it bleed As dead leaf’s scatterI tryToSeparate the fear in my headFrom the heart of the matter Will the last thing I heardBe... - ['Kiss Me Like a Secret Fire' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/05/20/kiss-me-like-a-secret-fire-and-other-poems/): By: Puneet Kumar Kiss Me Like a Secret Fire Tonight just don’t leave meLet me go wildLet me go uncontrolledAnd breathe me into your ear I know it is not easy for youTo control and hold me tightBut tonight I... - [The Shadows of Penumbra](https://literaryyard.com/2023/05/20/the-shadows-of-penumbra/): By: Md. Saber -E- Montaha In the shadows of penumbra,Lies a world so dark and cold,Where nothingness reigns triumphant,And alienation takes its hold. The bleakness of this existence,Is felt by all who dwell within,A sense of emptiness and nothingness,As though... - [On the Trail of a Great Travel Writer and the Meaning of Bread](https://literaryyard.com/2023/05/15/on-the-trail-of-a-great-travel-writer-and-the-meaning-of-bread/): By: Simon Heathcote We didn’t know what to do with the bread. Small fluted loaves, granite hard and seemingly made to fit inside a fist. ‘We could always throw them from our balcony,’ I surmised, at once imagining missiles — perhaps inspired... - [Raiment ](https://literaryyard.com/2023/05/15/raiment/): By: Brian Michael Barbeito  I lost my sweater. It was because I was helping people, some old folks who couldn’t carry their luggage. I couldn’t ‘not,’ help, seeing them struggling like that. I think I had put the sweater down... - [Sojourner](https://literaryyard.com/2023/05/15/sojourner/): By: Ebisike Chinedum Tender shrubs thicken as the rain contends with the earth for space. The shimmers of the stars remain like twinkles until dawn, paving way for the stubborn sun before the wind announces the advent of a storm... - [Dark Diary](https://literaryyard.com/2023/05/12/dark-diary/): By: Domonique I – gazing into the moonwaiting for speech the floorboards creakwithin & beneath Love & Lust( & pixie dust ) fogs the lone window asthe hounds run wild. from the shadowsmasked men observe unseen hidden from the lightsmiles... - [Red Dirt](https://literaryyard.com/2023/05/12/red-dirt/): By: Domonique I awakened in the Bush after riding back with Romey after the footy.      With some English holiday giving us the day off school, Romey and his cousin, Credence, took me with them turtle hunting. I had only... - [Resonance of Nature and Humanity in Kamei's ‘Songs of Raengdailu’](https://literaryyard.com/2023/05/11/resonance-of-nature-and-humanity-in-kameis-songs-of-raengdailu/): By Onkar Sharma Songs of Raengdailu by Achingliu Kamei is a collection of poems that celebrates the natural beauty of North East India. Kamei abundantly uses vivid imagery and lyrical language to capture the essence of the region’s landscapes, flora,... - [My Demonic Roommate And The Darkness Within](https://literaryyard.com/2023/05/10/my-demonic-roommate-and-the-darkness-within/): By: Josephine Rudolf I was still a little girl when we first met, but now I’m 20 and he’s still there. He found me when I was running through an endless maze, desperately trying to escape from hell. For the... - [Four Spring Haiku – 2](https://literaryyard.com/2023/05/10/four-spring-haiku-2/): By: Jim Bates Dark rain clouds liftingBright sunshine cascadingTranscendental day. Deep woods forest pathLeafy green canopy aboveSleepy shade below. Springtime misting rainTender garden shoots reachingThirstily drinking. Fresh lilacs bloomingLily-of-the-valley tooSpringtime scent so sweet. - [The Wingnut Whisperer](https://literaryyard.com/2023/05/09/the-wingnut-whisperer/): By John RC Potter “You did so, I saw you,” I exclaimed to my friend, “I told you not to look that wingnut in the eye but you did anyway!” “I barely looked at her,” she retorted, “but she had... - [Mending Yard](https://literaryyard.com/2023/05/07/mending-yard/): By: Abu Siddik The orange sun is peeping throughThe twisted branches,Trucks, buses, and cars are speedingOn the highway The old man by the road is mending the yard—Carrying a bag of white sand, a pail of water,A piece of wood... - [Journey to the Last Day](https://literaryyard.com/2023/05/07/journey-to-the-last-day/): By: Thomas Sanfilip Sitting on a white terrace in the hills above Lerici, meditating on the idyllic blue waters of the Ligurian coast, I remember the words that began my first book of poetry—and the poetry I began writing several... - [Colours](https://literaryyard.com/2023/05/07/colours/): By: Mayumi Yamamoto 1.When I was smallat an age unknown,someone told me thatin South Africa,angels were black,not white. In South Africa,they had apartheid as the racial segregation system based on colourwhere black people were not allowed to share facilities with... - ['Field Trip' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/05/05/field-trip-and-other-poems/): By: KJ Hannah Greenberg Field Trip Before masks and hand gel were commonplace,At a time when Internet was a science fiction trope,School districts chartered buses, bid kids to pack lunches,Sought “wild” adventures at free, public gathering places. One such quest... - ['Deranged diagram of domestic violence' and other poems ](https://literaryyard.com/2023/05/05/deranged-diagram-of-domestic-violence-and-other-poems/): By: Sanchari Dasgupta Deranged diagram of domestic violence Body pains and disagreements,shattered glass, pieces lying on the floor,you listen to rock songsand sleep on the bed while I,lie on the sofa curled up in a ballwishing that I lay on... - [New Lens](https://literaryyard.com/2023/05/04/new-lens/): By: Sushant Thapa What do you cherishAfter tired steps?There is a retiring soulThat speaks oftenBefore it diminishes.Life is a ticking clock,I hear the strikeFrom the clock tower.I find myself a wayTo look out of theCalm window,But I see speedAnd the... - ['Bookshelves' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/05/04/bookshelves-and-other-poems/): By: J.K. Durick Bookshelves It’s something the way they line upon the shelf, a bookcase filled withthem. Their titles and colors sittingthere quietly as if they are waitingfor someone to come over, pick oneof them up and open it and... - [My paranoia](https://literaryyard.com/2023/05/04/my-paranoia/): By: Bill Kamen Another day draws nearAgain, I fall back into the shadowsWith heart-filled tearsAlone in my shelter With curtains gapingThe outside emanatesAs I build absenceFrom the outside fates Years of building routinesSuddenly come undoneMeanwhile, my mind demeansFilling my head... - [On the river](https://literaryyard.com/2023/05/03/on-the-river/): By: Neven Dužević On the river againMe and all the saintsOld ancestors and ancestorsOars and boatsFish and hooksOars and bowsMissing memoriesLove and fogTwo hundred to ace and cooksWhy did they drag the game out of the kitty?Belot and tarotChess on... - ['Gnarl Quotes' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/05/02/gnarl-quotes-and-other-poems/): By: Pulkita Gnarl QuotesThings do not change; we change.―Henry David Thoreau We are like a blank slate filled with observationAnd squeezing of lime. I don’t think I am, a Knight.What is a life, a tale of an idiot and a... - [Trigger warning, violence](https://literaryyard.com/2023/05/02/trigger-warning-violence/): By: Brian Michael Barbeito God Devil God Devil Bun and the Red House I have lost my bun. I am on a far path, more of game trail as they call it, than a people path, and I reach for... - [Pathways](https://literaryyard.com/2023/05/01/pathways/): By: John P. Drudge Pathways Keeping the secretsOf our ancestorsTapping the talesOf crumbling wallsTo the foundationOf our storiesThe pinnacleOf it allWhere we returnTo plants and soilWithout fanfareOr tributeIn particularlyOrdinary waysRising and fallingDown the windingPathwaysThrough the trees ### Ashore SomethingBroke me... - [Depression](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/28/depression/): By: Bill Kamen Another day draws near.Again, I befall into the shadowswith heart-filled tearsalone in my shelter. With curtains gaping,the outside emanates,as I build absencefrom the outside fates. Years of building routinessuddenly come undone.Meanwhile, my mind demeans,filling my head with... - ['Fear's Playground' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/28/fears-playground-and-other-poems/): By: Peter J. Dellolio Fear’s Playground Creaking musty wood cart loud rolling crack! black doors bang after red power lever pulled as the journey      begins the zigzag                    angles             sharp stops and                             turns each vision... - ['Mouse safe by laptop' and other haikus](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/27/mouse-safe-by-laptop-and-other-haikus/): By: Vanaja Malathy Mouse safe by laptopTill touchscreen trashed it downRobots too extinct. No doctrines, prophetsway of life, belief in soulThat is Hinduism. Enter world in painLive attached in illusionExit detached, calm. Enter world egofulExit world anonymousLife, an empty dream.... - [Drawing](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/27/drawing/): By: Jim Bates “It’s all in the wrist,” he said“Really?”“Well,” he grinned lovingly mussing his son’s hair“Maybe some magic’s involved, too.”“Wow!” The boy looked closelyThe pencil-drawn portrait of a horse’s head was too good to be true. Inspired he tried... - [My Experiences Living Abroad](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/27/my-experiences-living-abroad/): By: Juha Kim Ever since I was young, I have lived in many foreign countries. When I was 10 months old, I moved from Korea to the Netherlands and lived there for 5 years. After that, I moved to England... - [Watching the World Go By, Adventures in NonDuality ](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/26/watching-the-world-go-by-adventures-in-nonduality/): By: Brian Michael Barbeito I find my high school Coles Notes for Lord of the Flies, and read it. They make fun of me but I don’t care, and would rather re-visit something old than explore the new. But between... - [Tabby Cat](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/25/tabby-cat/): By: Andrew C. Miller I’m in a maple tree, claws dug in, staring down at Mrs. Cavendish’s fluffy little Shih-Tzu. If I hadn’t been worrying about Mr. Krumholtz, this wouldn’t have happened. It started yesterday morning when he snagged his... - [A peek into India's comics past](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/25/a-peek-into-indias-comics-past/): Indian comics have a long and fascinating history, dating back to the early 20th century. While the medium has evolved and changed over the years, Indian comics continue to captivate readers with their unique blend of humor, adventure, and social... - [Haunting Legacy: The Enduring Impact of Horror Comics on Popular Culture](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/25/haunting-legacy-the-enduring-impact-of-horror-comics-on-popular-culture/): Horror comics have a long and storied history, dating back to the early 20th century. While the genre has often been criticized for its graphic violence and explicit content, horror comics have also been celebrated for their imaginative storytelling and... - [Transform Your Life with Atomic Habits: A Practical Guide to Creating Positive Change](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/25/transform-your-life-with-atomic-habits-a-practical-guide-to-creating-positive-change/): James Clear’s “Atomic Habits” is a transformative book that offers readers practical and achievable strategies to create positive habits and break down bad ones. Clear’s writing is clear, concise and supported by scientific research, which makes it easy and enjoyable... - [Glory Hound](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/24/glory-hound/): By: KJ Hannah Greenberg Glory Hound Seeking praise, acclaim, renown oft results in purulent rhetoric.Such bosh, itself, forms quods from words, elsewise vituperatesInnocents. Violent language is its own ague, is societal poison, is the shinyApple gifted the princess. It creates... - [Spring City Flower Green](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/24/spring-city-flower-green/): By: Chen Ruizhe TsukaThe withered black climbed all the way up the trunkOnly the outstretched branches compete with the windPull out the green leavesThe wind shakes and shakes outward thoughtsNot in harmony with desiccation Maybe that’s the caseThat land is... - [Girls](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/24/girls/): By: Mariah H. N. Hawkins What they don’t tell you about being a girl is the unwritten expectation that you are somehow more pleasant to be around, or that you act better at least in public. When I tell people... - [Cynthia](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/23/cynthia/): By: Earl Smith He stood on the upper deck, watching the distance to Key West widen. Could not escape the feeling he was leaving part of her behind. Yet he could feel her standing next to him. An echo of... - [There Once](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/23/there-once/): By: Alan Berger There onceWas a boy we createdWe fed bathed and serenaded There onceWas a loveThat grew like a flowerLike a gift fromA higher powerSustained with tearsLike a warm lovely summer shower Then the boy growsGo out with friendsNever... - [Who is Donald Duck's Girlfriend?](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/23/who-is-donald-ducks-girlfriend/): By Robert Feinstein                                                    It was December 17th, 1944, the second day of Germany’s Argonne Offensive … Battle of the Bulge.  A huge force, consisting of some four-hundred and ten thousand Wehrmacht and Waffen SS troops, aided by thousands of... - [Top Indian Universities to Study Literature](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/22/top-indian-universities-to-study-literature/): English literature has always been one of the favourite subjects in India for students. While earlier Indian universities focused majorly on teaching Western authors in their courses, today a good lot from India has also got a respectable place in... - [Harmony](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/22/harmony/): By: James Aitchison The Voice was speaking:The substance of life is ever-changing,while you construct unchanging attributesthat live within yourself.Man, you can be in harmonywith the world despite adversity.What of the bodily,what of the physical,what of the emotional?They matter not.Seeking wisdom... - ['Dreamgirl' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/22/dreamgirl-and-other-poems/): By: RC deWinter dreamgirl even nowespecially nowwe do the safe thing,the smart thing,the done thing…most do, anyway well, i’m here to tell youi didn’t i followed my heartchased my dream(do what you love!)jumping fencesswimming oceansrunning down dark alleysthat twisted inunexpected... - ['After her Son' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/22/after-her-son-and-other-poems/): By: Sahana Ray After her Son Mayawalks the Palm Springs, holding nothing in her hands. She once owned a pen, drew castles within hercramped old walls;but a stretched detour in her high school days-backstreet dusky like her skin-“Poor girl, so... - ['Only me' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/22/only-me-and-other-poems/): By: Borna Kekić Milas Only me Sometimes I unknowingly fly through the skyI leave pains and worries behind,and I shouldn’t… Pen in hand,A blank paper in front of me.I’m going down an unknown road,I step into my thoughts,I run away... - [Alice](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/22/alice/): By: Karl Miller      The anhinga, its knifelike beak prepared to strike, perched on a low branch, and stared down at the dark water around the mangrove roots beneath it. As dusk enveloped the Everglades, the long greenish-black bird studied... - ['The Ice! Is Gonna Break!' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/20/the-ice-is-gonna-break-and-other-poems/): By: Zach Arnett The Ice! Is Gonna Break! You should bank all that want in a sno-conecup, pitch it in the old dessert fridge downstairsor I’ll never get to sleep. Lately allmy dreams are of blanched men with furry Mar-fan... - ['Whispers' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/20/whispers-and-other-poems/): By: Roger G. Singer WHISPERS I see youat the edge moonlightbrushes your hairas a mild breezedrifts overthe lipswhispering mynameas we standunder tall pineslining the pathnext to theoceanwhere astarry night skyis reflectedonto itssmooth surface ### LINEN SONG fair windscircledpast openwindowsteasingcheckedand stripedcurtainssnappingtheir... - ['Prayers' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/19/prayers-and-other-poems/): By John RC Potter Prayers Prayer 1:“Your love will keep me safe.”I say these words on those daysas the airplane leaves the groundand yet again when it sets down;they are my refrain and my beliefthus, no fear is to be... - ['Long Journey' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/19/long-journey-and-other-poems/): By: Mahathi LONG JOURNEY You have to make a journey long one dayO friend. No kith, no kin, will follow you.They shed few tears for you and tread their way.Your friends and others just pretend to rue. The money you... - [A Perfect Year](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/18/a-perfect-year/): By: Bruce Levine A two-season yearSpring and fallYin and yangFrom budsTo bountiful flowersAnd paleTo dark green leavesThen the changeJust at the peakOf perfectionAs the days recedeAnd the glorious colorsOf fall appearReds and yellowsOrange and goldAnd the leaves fallA full cycleTo... - [From Bashō to Pound: The Global Appeal of Haiku Poetry](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/18/from-basho-to-pound-the-global-appeal-of-haiku-poetry/): Haiku is a form of poetry that originated in Japan and has become popular all over the world. It is a short poem that consists of three lines, with the first and third lines having five syllables and the second... - [Four Spring Haiku](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/18/four-spring-haiku/): By: Jim Bates Purple ConeflowerMonarch butterfly alightsDouble delightful. After somber rainPretty morning glories bloomUnexpected gift. Belief they will growCarrot seeds planted with careFaith in Nature’s hands. Woodland stream flowingWhispering sweet trickling songsNature’s lullaby. - ['Franken Cross' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/18/franken-cross-and-other-poems/): By: Duane L Herrmann FRANKEN CROSS Cross by road sidecarved in stonefor the ages inBayern and specifically,Franken, that eastern edgeof the Frankish empire.Remember, they say,He suffered and then diedfor you a pain filled death,for YOUR sins!Life is hard, but Hissuffering... - [A Meteor in Space](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/17/a-meteor-in-space/): By: Bruce Levine Floating through timeLike a meteor floating in spacePropelled by gravityPulled without free willOr choice of directionLost in circumstances of fateHeld in the hand of the unknownBetween light and darkAmidst shades of grayThat no longer offer resolutionRoadblocks sprinkled... - [Perplexity](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/17/perplexity/): By: Bruce Levine Jeffrey sat at his computer and wondered what he should do next. He’d caught up on everything that needed catching up on and now it seemed that the only thing to do was take a nap. The... - [Rainbow](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/16/rainbow/): By: Debabrata Mohanty The drifting clouds oppositeThe shining sun promiseA shower and rainbows..The awaiting eyes keep looking up for a fervent desireTaking shape of an arc… A beacon of hope is missingIn the foggy sky..The trust that’s only made of... - ['Life is So Stupid' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/16/life-is-so-stupid-and-other-poems/): By: Puneet Kumar Life is So Stupid Life is so stupidIt can walk on a roadThat doesn’t goTowards the real goal It doesn’t knowHow roads intersectHow one leads to anotherAnd how life goes haywire It moves in a new directionUnknown... - [How Robert W. Norris Shaped His Writing Through Life's Twists and Turns](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/16/how-robert-w-norris-shaped-his-writing-through-lifes-twists-and-turns/): Few lives can truly be described as a roller coaster ride, with all its unpredictable drama and thrilling pace. Robert W. Norris, a Northern California-born author who settled in Japan, is one such person. He takes us through the twists... - [Tongues in the Mountains](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/15/tongues-in-the-mountains/): By: Ammanda Selethia Moore The rain and clouds couldn’t dampen our spirits as we gathered to take the short truck ride up to the barrio above Matagalpa. I stood between an elderly white lady with gray hair combed and pinned... - ['The Husk' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/15/the-husk-and-other-poems/): By: Ammanda Selethia Moore THE HUSK The Marines killed my brother: my twin, my double,who whispered his fears to me at night,the other half of my heart,whose laugh and bright eyesI loved. He diedsometimeafter bootcampbefore deployment. In his placethey sent... - ['This is My Last Serenade' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/15/this-is-my-last-serenade-and-other-poems/): By: Alex Guffey This is My Last Serenade          Floating in the span of space, hearing the hymn of my swan song. This is the infinite sadness of song, sung on a moment’s notice, sealed on a permanent staccato. I... - ['April Hike' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/15/april-hike-and-other-poems/): By: Jim Brosnan April Hike Beyond the lastcrusted snow mound,an early morningsunrise ignitesyellow forsythiain vibrant huesas I trudge alongwoodland’s edgepast the hushedeastern white pinestoward the bogswhere peepers singin unison. Indianpipes poke throughdecayed compost,their curved whitebodies stark againstthe muted brownof pine... - ['Sobriquets' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/14/sobriquets-and-other-poems/): By: KJ Hannah Greenberg Sobriquets After the mumblecrust’s diddums set down alongside the woman’s bouquet,She blushed, held her breath, exhaled. Then she wailed; not seeking respect,But common courtesy, the youthful bride, a biddable female, never forecastHerself attacked by a less... - ['Happiness Has Come' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/14/happiness-has-come-and-other-poems/): By: Eralieva Umutkan Polotovna HAPPINESS HAS COME Late, but the happiness has arrived: I will tell you my secret, my way.It says the happiness, taking my wrists, I want to scare the “sluggish” dreams away.It all seemed to be handed... - [Yamuna - a dying river](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/14/yamuna/): By Onkar Sharma On the banks of Vaitarni, we standOur fate was done, we thoughtOur fate is due, we now hearAcross the silent flow of the gory YamunaThere’s a rough storm brewing across the riverDo we not brace for a... - [Would You?](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/13/would-you/): By Lefcothea Maria Golgaki Suppose you saw the truth,would you still blame the lepersfor the gaping wounds in your body? And if your sky was sullen,would you yet reproach the flickering candlefor the shadow it casts? So boundless is your... - [The Diner](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/12/the-diner/): By Charles Wiegand It was 6:00am and Gabriel was already out on his bike cruising along the road, staring at the white lines passing by. Not particularly fast, at 25 miles per hour, but passing by nonetheless. He cruised along... - [Dressed in White](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/12/dressed-in-white/): By Linda S. Gunther The doorman tapped his cap with a pert “good morning” and opened the high arched door to the gray stone building. Lanie was dressed in white from head to toe. Her knee length white pencil skirt,... - [The Tide has Turned](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/12/the-tide-has-turned/): By William T. Hathaway Humanity has entered a new era, the culmination of a gradual shift of power from negative to positive that has been going on since the 1960s. This intensified into crisis three years ago and is now... - ['Seagulls from the Other Woods' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/12/seagulls-from-the-other-woods-and-other-poems/): By: Hua Ai Seagulls from the Other Woods In the woods,my leaves have tapped on many people’s headsduring their yellowed seasons.The fallen woods and the wind towards the west,two glasses of a historic yesterday, cut through Sava River,and they asking... - ['K' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/12/k-and-other-poems/): By: Steven Deutsch K We knew back thenyou would nevergrow old.Did you? Today nature threwa January thawas if in rehearsal for spring.It is a time to take stock—kick off your shoesput up your feetand let in the daydreams.It is the... - [Father and Further](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/09/father-and-further/): By: Alan Berger My fatherNever wanted childrenThat was plain to seeI couldn’t blame himBut I never blamed me I’ll even take it furtherMy friends had fathersI noticed them after schoolI think I wanted one too They would laugh togetherAnd actually... - [If ChatGPT has no feelings why does it write poetry? Here's what it replied](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/09/if-chatgpt-has-no-feelings-why-does-it-write-poetry-heres-what-it-replied/): I was curious to know why and how ChatGPT or Generative AI could write poetry when it’s void of feelings. ChatGPT answered my question: “If you have no feelings, why do you write poetry?” It said: As an AI language... - ['Alkalizing Spirit' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/09/alkalizing-spirit-and-other-poems/): By: Scott Thomas Outlar Alkalizing Spirit Pineal gazingto quiet the mindand usher consciousnesstoward a single pointof higher awareness beyond the frantic processof thinking in circlespetting the egoand arguing with selfuntil silence eventuallywins center stage Solitary excursioninto the depthsoffers expansionoutside the... - [My Feverish Pen](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/09/my-feverish-pen/): By: Yahuza Usman My Feverish Pen was wallowing in its misery,small enough to subdue its melancholy,bright enough to throw into reliefthe dark plastic that cluttered it. i learned that much rage was crawlingtogether with its flooded inktrying to fetch a... - ['The Age of Innocence' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/08/the-age-of-innocence-and-other-poems/): By: Mary Bone The Age of Innocence It was the age of innocence,In our younger years.You could see it everywhere.We wished we could go back there.Lines were in a swirl, interwoven.The tree still holds memories,between the lines. ### Turning Over... - [Shock](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/08/shock/): By: S. Berenstein Michelle decided on Victoria’s Secret solely because it was in the middle of a crowded shopping area. Clutching a large woven bag and carrying her leather purse over her shoulder she tried to strike a casual air... - [One Last Party](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/08/one-last-party/): By Mason Yates Although he had seen lots of things in Afghanistan (a Boeing CH-47 Chinook shot with a rocket-propelled grenade in midair, his best friend’s head blown off by a sniper, and a comrade’s leg ripped apart by an... - [The highly sensitive spark](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/08/the-highly-sensitive-spark/): By: Paweł Markiewicz I am a mournful-sublime sparkgentle such elysian seraphic wingsa glimmer that flies above the delicate homelandI the twinkling come from balmy Luther’s starsan orb which is enchanting-comfortable the paradise full glitter persists not far from methe lights... - [The Lure of Unreality](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/08/the-lure-of-unreality/): By: Natalie Blake The first time the fox appeared, I’d been twenty-three and hiking with my father. My boots were two sizes too small and pinched at the ankle, so I’d rested against a pine tree to drink. The lid... - [Rich farmer](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/08/rich-farmer/): By: Chen Ruizhe Standing on the yellow earth and looking at the traces of ancestorsThink back to the cultivator who was and is nowIf there’s a big movie by one personAlmost call it a rich farmer Read the books and... - ['Unscathed' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/07/unscathed-and-other-poems/): By: Ramzi Albert Rihani Unscathed When the wind blows in directions, North and SouthAnd the earth vibrates like echoes in a chorus When belief becomes the envy of the skepticAnd doubt takes center stage on the altar of piety When... - [Snowflake](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/07/snowflake/): By: Jim Bates A stuffed animal?No not to the young boyMore than a Christmas giftShe was soft oh so softFluffy and whiteCuddly secureHe called her Snowflake. Sick in the hospitalBright lights glaringMonitors beepingShe kept him companyThankfullyUnrelentingly lonelinessDeepest darkest nightLong hours... - [Neanderthal](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/06/neanderthal/): By: Ron Wetherington His skull rests on my desk with others from his family of fossils.The Old Man of La Chapelle-aux-Saints, ill-fated,misinterpreted among the Neanderthals. Cruelly symbolic, still:a dim-witted approximation of humanness, they say,too primitive for language, they say,unprepared for... - [White Washing History Against a Blackening Afternoon Sky](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/20/white-washing-history-against-a-blackening-afternoon-sky/): By: Keith Hoerner $10,000 downGets you inYour choice ofRanch or two-storyIn prestigious Nooning Tree “Is there one, a Nooning Tree?”“Of course,” the saleslady answersLoose strands of hair catchingThe corner of her mouthLike a lie Tempered by talk of traditionShe motions;... - [Half Dark](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/19/half-dark/): By: Harvey Huddleston A combine harvests the field.  It’s a field where something grows, something green and leafy that is consumed by the masses, alfalfa maybe.  But the leaves aren’t separate.  They cling to one another in a green clump... - ['Airportions' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/19/airportions-and-other-poems/): By: Isabelle Hoida Airportions the distinctness of life: the motorboat noises of a distant memoryi was chugging underneath the propeller,chopped up like the dishes of seaweed,tumbling around and around in a spin cycleof wetness. and it feels lonesometo interact with... - [Flavor of warmth](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/19/flavor-of-warmth/): By: Vanaja Malathy tired of drudgery and monotonyof work- life balancei headed towards my mother’s housefor a change relaxation and diversiona humble looking small housewith patches clear on its roofpaint peeling of its wallsa rickety gate creaked as i set... - [Much ado about nothing: Rushdie's Satanic Verses](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/19/much-ado-about-nothing-rushdies-satanic-verses/): By: Ramlal Agarwal Ever since The Satanic Verses by Rushdie was published in 1988, it has had horrendous ramifications. There have been a number of instances of arsenic and vandalism. A Japanese writer named Horoshi  Igarari, who translated it, was... - [Four Fall Haiku](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/19/four-fall-haiku/): By: Jim Bates Autumn lake so calmA hunting loon dives deeplyInto a golden sky. Pumpkin carving timeScooping out stringy innardsGoopy slimy fun. Maple leaves glowingSwirling down orange in the windLike flaming feathers. Special light of FallGolden ElectricityRe-charging the soul. - [The Crystal People](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/19/the-crystal-people/): By: Tom Ball I      Our people here appeared as crystal see through people. And we lived on pure energy which we got from the sun. We were not humans, but rather a different race altogether. However, most of us... - [Normalcy](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/18/normalcy/): By Andrew Kim Many people desire to be normal. Although society preaches the value of individuality, the reality is that most people still want to be normal. The dictionary defines normal as, “conforming to a standard; usual, typical, or expected.”... - [The Valley](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/18/the-valley/): By: Allison Hall My head is ravenous; it needs to feed.But I have nothing – no clonazepam,No ambien, no dolls, not even weed.I’ve done all that my shrink asked: swam,Walked, ran, and talked. Nothing helps – I still needA dose... - [Autumnal Sonnet](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/18/autumnal-sonnet/): By: Pawel Markiewicz The mist heralds a dreamy, tender Apollonian dawn.I philosophize about wings of hawk or king – sparrow.In amazing grove at the Blue Hours – was born here a fawn.You should adore as well as praise charm such... - ['Candy' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/18/candy-and-other-poems/): By: Domonique P & P A painter the poet acquainted, a lovely woman, her name Leroux.Her paintings were splendid, especially her works by the Sea.The songwriter was a hungry poet; Leroux offered him some food;The scent of the Blue World... - [The Girl on the Cover of Life Magazine](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/18/the-girl-on-the-cover-of-life-magazine/): By Ruth Z. Deming Under the chandelier in my dining room is a cover from Life magazine. It has held up well over the years. The price is ten cents. A yearly subscription costs $4.50, and I am not foolish... - [Deckhand](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/18/deckhand/): By: Christopher Johnson                        “Hey, Smith, yer T-shirt looks pink!” Larry Cuccinelli said, spitting out a laugh that hovered somewhere between playful and malevolent. He poked Paul in the shoulder. Paul was sitting next to him in the galley of... - ['Give me some skin' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/18/give-me-some-skin-and-other-poems/): By: RC deWinter give me some skin there you sitowning yourself magnificentlyso at home with who you are that’s irresistiblethe sight of someonecomfortable in his own skin no tricks no gamesno attempt at disguisecontent to just to be how did... - [Insecurities](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/17/insecurities/): By: Bharti Bansal I have always fiddled with the idea of happiness;Of being like my mother; sacrificial and toying with this act of compromisesSo everytime someone showed me that I could be loved too, I ranI ran towards them until... - [Weather Vane Rooster](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/17/weather-vane-rooster/): By: Leigh-Anne Burley April keeps her grandmother’scrystal and chinain a glass front cabinet.She cooks in battered pots and pans,washes chipped dishes and cups,hangs faded clothes on a line out back. Wonders if the red roosterperched on top of the peeling... - ['I stare down at the umber river' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/15/i-stare-down-at-the-umber-river-and-other-poems/): By: Aadi Desai I stare down at the umber river I stare down at the umber river embraced and blackened by the night the reflections of illuminated billboards lie on its surface. Here next to me, the prostitutes near a... - ['A Black Webbed Wasp' and other stories](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/14/a-black-webbed-wasp-and-other-stories/): By: George Munyasia A Black Webbed Wasp There is a blackwebbed wasp fidgetingin the thick wintrylight, determined to freeitself.The predatordraws closer. The poor preyflaps the half-brokenwing one more time.One more time. ### In Memory of Victor Paled star of my... - ['Dream Vault' and other stories](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/13/dream-vault-and-other-stories/): By: John Sheirer Dream Vault Delia hadn’t pole vaulted since high school, forty-six years ago. But now and random then, she climbed the air in dreams, toes grasping upward, sun highlighting her gooseflesh legs. Her dream slowed each time just... - [A Guide to Mindful Snacking](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/12/a-guide-to-mindful-snacking/): By: Sasheera Mehrani  Eating is a habitual process, a requirement needed to thrive. Snacking, however, is a pastime, something we enjoy doing; some of us, a little too much. But, what is the difference between healthy, mindful eating and mindless... - ['Wedding Ring' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/12/wedding-ring-and-other-poems/): By: Priya Chouhan WEDDING RING Curtains drawn, choking back the tears,loved him more than the love, my lips whitened. Curled myself into his arms, the scent of a beautiful bond fading,lying on the floor, with a heavy ring resting on... - ['A General of Butter Knives' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/12/a-general-of-butter-knives-and-other-poems/): By: Richard LeDue Old Poems Sometimes, reading my old poemsfeels like the closestI’ll ever get to time travel,as the person I used to besends a message through my present dayvoice, hoping to prove the pastmore than those moments one thinks... - [Portal Of Love](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/10/portal-of-love/): By: Raymond Greiner The Macintyre’s descended from Scottish wealth and immigrated to the United States. They acquired eight hundred acres of prime agricultural land in Alabama in the early nineteenth century and built a luxurious plantation house. Laborers were purchased... - ['Mudlarker’s Jewel' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/10/mudlarkers-jewel-and-other-poems/): By: Mary Bone Mudlarker’s Jewel I was the mudlarker’s jewel,washed in from the sea.You put me on a pedestalfor all the world to see.Of all the trinkets you found,I didn’t have the glam and glitter,until you washed off the mud.... - [Sonnet about Apollonian beauty of the world](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/10/sonnet-about-apollonian-beauty-of-the-world/): By: Paweł Markiewicz We think of the fascinating charm.We fantasize about wizardry.We ponder on the amazing bard.We reflect on poetic beauty. We muse about astonishing moon.We dream of the surprising vessel.We philosophize about fair throne.We describe awesome Indian summer. We... - [Stuck in September](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/10/stuck-in-september/): By: Alexey Tarasov The dawn is stuck in baked milk.The patch of window is trembling slightly.A mosquito is motionless on the ceilingWith a seed of pomegranate in its belly. This is the way the new yesterday comesAnd crawls coldly under... - [The Walk](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/09/the-walk-2/): By: Bruce Levine It had been a long morning. Dillon rubbed his eyes which felt strained from working at his computer for so many hours. He hadn’t realized that it was going to take so long, but then he wasn’t... - ['Love in Tranches' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/08/love-in-tranches-and-other-poems/): By: KJ Hannah Greenberg Poems Poems are emotional doodles,Word friends whose presenceComforts, harangues, equallyEvokes tucked away feelings.Bits and bobs of sentiment,Those assemblages of motesArouse the best memories,Over and above the foulest. If only mere language couldReturn sunny moments, elseProvide time... - ['Rally Brothers' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/08/rally-brothers-and-other-poems/): By: J. B. Fite RALLY BROTHERS Rally, brothers, rally to meWhile there is sufficient time.In the morning’s soft light I seeThe gate and our goal sublime. Do not fear the final struggleNor think but our cause is true.With brave hearts... - [Beatriz: Queen of the Bees](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/08/beatriz-queen-of-the-bees/): By: Linda Barrett Don’t cry for her,Argentina.She will be immortal.Her prose will warn manyOf what is already happeningIn our fragile world.Her body conquered cancerSo many times.While one young womanWas scythed by the Grim ReaperMuch too soon,Beatriz stayed on the earthLong... - [“Why India, and not America?” – my choice in 1970’s Japan](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/07/why-india-and-not-america-my-choice-in-1970s-japan/): By: Mayumi Yamamoto The US hegemony began during the Second World War and peaked some thirty years later. 1.Life is strange.Sometimes, just a short encounter leads us somewhere we never expected. The Japanese surrender of the Second World War in... - [Water, my dear South Indian friend (my letter to Akella Ramani)](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/07/water-my-dear-south-indian-friend-my-letter-to-akella-ramani/): By: Mayumi Yamamoto 1.It was in 1987.I was a student of Jawaharlal Nehru University,under the scholarship of the Indian government. Being a student of anthropology,I was required to learn a local language, andget used to the local way of living.... - [A Place to Live](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/07/a-place-to-live/): By: Raymond Greiner Habitat forms a foundation for living.  Global overview reveals habitats range from Buckingham Palace to cardboard shanties in third world countries.  Some live without a place of permanence sleeping in culverts or under highway overpasses.  The gentry... - [Letters to You](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/07/letters-to-you/): By: Adedoyin Ajayi You had this laughter, the kind that bubbled from deep within your chest, it rumbled forth from somewhere happy in you, like a wave rising from the deep and washing softly over everyone who stood by. It... - [Lake Views](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/06/lake-views/): By: Rita McDermott Peering downward from the sky…A painted picture of lush green trees Sprouting up from the groundLike clumps of broccoli. A green garden surrounding a still body of water Pools of diamonds sparkling on the surface Courtesy of... - [The Plight of the Giraffe](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/06/the-plight-of-the-giraffe/): By: Jayashabari Shankar Spotted with yellow and brownI roam the savannah till sundown,I am a tough and strong creature,But they admire only one feature-My long sturdy neck. They come in flocks to my home,Hoping to see me roam,“Ooh” and “aahs”... - ['Requiem for the Death of Humanity' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/06/requiem-for-the-death-of-humanity-and-other-poems/): By: Anpa Marndi Requiem for the Death of Humanity After asphyxiating all the facts, with chunksof deceptive darkness, you’ve dabbedeveryone’s eyes with black kohl. In the land of the bones—-the numb bodiesthe unrebellious, innocent docile mindsare coffined in the water... - ['Pride' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/04/pride-and-other-poems/): By: Ken W. Simpson Pride The nurses don’t strollthey stride resolutely and proudly. *** Boneyard Welcome to zombielandwhere old crones mingle to die in silence. ### The Treadmill Time is the mediumwe work with a method each day.       - ['From Grain to Fruit' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/04/from-grain-to-fruit-and-other-poems/): By: Kathryn Holeton From Grain to Fruit The sweet, fresh air lingers on open fingertipsGently caressing, gently raisingGiving birth to words from open lipsBringing in dark clouds laden with rainLike a captain to his ship-with the purpose of growing fruit... - [Leave Taking](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/03/leave-taking/): By: Earl Smith She opened the door just enough. He was lying on his back snoring softly. She listened to the rhythm of his breathing. It was shallow but slow and steady. His hands were outside the blanket and folded... - ['Cuttlefish' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/03/cuttlefish-and-other-poems/): By: Christian Ward Cuttlefish We wear the ocean for haute couturebut have upside down McDonald’s archesfor eyes in an unexpected show of humility.Misunderstood? You bet. We feed budgieswith the bones of our dead but few understandour enjoyment of aquatic flight,... - ['The Nap' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/03/the-nap-and-other-poems/): By: Erik Priedkalns The Nap I woke up from a dreamy nap.Not beautiful dreamy,but a slashing scene withshortness of breath, sweat drenched face,heart scooping sadness.I saw the boys when they were young,heard their blind faith chatter,relived the time before the... - [The End of the Town Dog](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/02/the-end-of-the-town-dog/): By: Michael Gigandet No one agreed if the dog apprehended his destruction or if he “never seen it comin’” like old man Forrest said. The old man had the best view from his bench outside the courthouse where he spent... - ['Grandma and the Memories of Octobers' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/02/grandma-and-the-memories-of-octobers-and-other-poems/): By: Paarmita Vedi Grandma and the Memories of Octobers A dense foliage of five auburn OctobersSpecked with dirty honey-brown nuts.On and Within.Daadi picks them up in her straw basket.Her soft dimpled feet kiss the lush crimson leaves.Leaves in sinful scarlet... - [Against The Currents](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/02/against-the-currents/): By: Cailey Tarriane His devious little body could be swept away by the ocean like a cat playing with a mouse. My brother’s feet would try to push deep in the sand, Mother and Father grabbing his skinny, numb-with-cold arms.... - [I Want to Marry a Poet](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/02/i-want-to-marry-a-poet/): By: Haleema Dalhat I want to marry a poetTo be seduced by his penTo cuddle in the ocean of his inkA romantic life well imaginedLife forever with a poet I want to marry a poetWho can turn my sadness to... - ['Spirit' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/01/spirit-and-other-poems/): By: Tabassum Tahmina Shagufta Hussein Spirit Oh my loveWith your love free my body and soulFrom Fetters.In your festival lights of loveOf this universe,I am a mere earthen lamp.Oh love,Add to it in the flame.The sparkling eternal flame of you... - ['Chrysanthemums On Her Grave' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/01/chrysanthemums-on-her-grave-and-other-poems/): By: Raj Ratan Mala Chrysanthemums On Her Grave Spine made up of porcelain tucked under a corset dressLipstick overlined for a DIY smile – a womanly drug to cure distress,“Tuck a chrysanthemum behind your ears, that’s the king’s favourite”Her nectar... - ['Nature's Touch' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/01/natures-touch-and-other-poems/): By: Noel Burra Nature’s Touch I am waiting. Longing. Yearning. For the rain to wet the cracks rippled along my dry lips.The breeze to sweep the hair brushing against my olive eyes. The sun to ripen the skin on my... - [The Hills of Don Dilli](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/30/the-hills-of-don-dilli/): By: Tan Bo Yan   When the door first flung open, I was greeted by the most welcoming sight. Glittering pearls floated through the hallways, the smell of fresh poppies filled the air, and just a mile ahead, a dazzling... - ['Genes' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/30/genes-and-other-poems/): By: Stephen Kingsnorth Genes With Pops, my grandmother made this,a pattern, poppies, spreading wild,our family, a tribe of aunts,count cousins, crawling, climbing trees,and siblings, toddlers up to teensa tapestry of what could bewith grief and loss or potency. Needle points... - [Sugar Angels](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/30/sugar-angels/): By: Harvey Huddleston At ten steps – fifteen maybe – Father Ivan turned back but the barrack was already gone.  Snow blasted east and west and north and south and up and down and back and forth, erasing everything beyond... - [Three Fall Haiku](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/30/three-fall-haiku/): By: James Bates Autumn EquinoxEarth aligning with the sunSunlight so precious. Burnished orange sumacFiery in day’s last lightWarming to the soul Bright harvest moonlightLunar magic raining downHelping dreams to grow. - ['Monsoon Markets Metaphors' and other poems ](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/29/monsoon-markets-metaphors-and-other-poems/): By: Kushal Poddar Monsoon Markets Metaphors On the monsoon mossy market wallsun lays down its merchandiseone by one. Already tired are its flesh.Clouds gossip about the imminent reclining.The shine stares me blind. I am here with mywife, a better bargainer... - [Love Play, Mars, 2100 A.D.](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/29/love-play-mars-2100-a-d/): By: Tom Ball Characters: Friedrich Nietzsche’s clone, who is a well-known philosopher, in his own right. The actor has a very large mustache like the original. A middle-aged man. Marilyn Monroe’s clone, a famous actress. She is a beautiful woman... - ['Beauty Sings in Silence' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/29/beauty-sings-in-silence/): By: P.C. Scheponik Beauty Sings in Silence Today, when my wife and I were driving home from the grocery store,the traffic stopped. The cars lined up quickly, bumper all but kissing bumper.Summer sun danced off windshields, and the heat from... - [Lack of Morality in The Great Gatsby](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/29/lack-of-morality-in-the-great-gatsby/): By: Leah Kim Back in 1920’s, many people’s lives revolved around money and status. Despite the glory of achieving goals, a lot is also lost in response to the blindness while pursuing them. In The Great Gatsby by F. Fitzgerald,... - [The Danube and dreameries](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/28/the-danube-and-dreameries/): By: Paweł Markiewicz      One day, in the dreamy Middle Ages, three young friends lived in Moravia: a thinker, a poet and a dreamer. They loved every dawn. They have decided to visit Vienna, to buy jewelry there. They liked... - [History of Computers](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/28/history-of-computers/): By: Woojin Juhn Prior to the invention of the Electronic Numerical Integrator and Computer (ENIAC), Charles Babbage’s engine could only execute calculations by physically changing the gears. However, in1945, when the US government succeeded in building the ENIAC, it replaced... - [Pandemic](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/28/pandemic/): By: Christopher Johnson In March of 2020, the pandemic came blowing into and through America like an ice wind sodden with misery and mystery and surprises galore in store for us for the next two years that felt like twenty... - [The Falling Window](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/28/the-falling-window/): By: John RC Potter “You’re in big trouble now!” I shouted out the upstairs bedroom window into the inky black night.At that precise moment when I was feeling very big about it all – telling, more than warning, my oldest... - [The Demon and the Desperate](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/28/the-demon-and-the-desperate/): By: Josephine Rudolf “Why did you come?”, the demon asked with a sultry voice. “I, I” she stuttered. Her vision began to blur, as he stepped closer. “Ok, easier question what’s this?” he questioned, pointing to her right hand. “I…... - ['Blue Cotton Candy' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/28/blue-cotton-candy-and-other-poems/): By: Janelle Finamore Blue Cotton Candy The day dissolves in my mouth like cotton candy finding it’s peaceful end Hesitant to believe that this never ending day would actually conclude Trapped in a permanent wet tongue Down slimy throat, intestinal... - ['H-O-R-S' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/24/h-o-r-s-and-other-poems/): By: Jesse Wolfe H-O-R-S Tuesdays—dad’s day—when mom worked lateat the hospital, he collected usfrom school for lazy rounds of HORSE. Sun crept behind the garage,we slipped on sweaters, shots clangedoff the rim. Games dragged onwhen leaders failed to clench their... - ['The Old Lady and the Cat' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/24/the-old-lady-and-the-cat-and-other-poems/): By: Jane Druzhinina The Old Lady and the Cat A hot summer day.She sits on an old peeling chair, talking to the homeless kitty.Today again, just like yesterday, and the day before yesterday she brought her food.The kitty accepts the... - [The Horn Woman](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/24/the-horn-woman/): By: Luís Amorim The car arrives and after parking, there is only one way out, not an alternative one to escape from the woman on the talk task with some unknown man. The desire for a safe escape is because... - [Do You Know . . .](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/24/do-you-know/): By: Cora Tate Jocelyn felt glad to be home, even felt glad to be back at work.  She’d enjoyed her third trip to the United States, enjoyed catching up with old friends and seeing beautiful places she’d known plus several... - [Hostage](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/24/hostage/): By: Robie Darche Wiesner                                                                                                                         It is 3 a.m.  I am nervous, shaky, freaked out as I sit at my computer thinking about h. pylori.  The computer said h. pylori can sometimes cause stomach cancer.  That scared me. ... - [Walking](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/24/walking/): By: Paul O. Anozie  Two girls walked on a long, sandy road as Ambu and I played under a cashew tree by the zoo on the left. The zoo stood on a prominent place on the old road running from... - [The Guru – Live in Your Living Room!](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/24/the-guru-live-in-your-living-room/): By William T. Hathaway You can learn to meditate from one of the great spiritual teachers of India, then meditate with him live online and ask him questions – all for free. The first step is to learn his easy... - [Trust](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/24/trust/): By: James Aitchison When you trust me,there is peacewithin your inner self.When you love me,there is honestyin your mind.When you see the path and walk itwith acceptance,then, and only then,will you hear me always,walking with you.When you turn your thoughts... - [The Discreet Charms of the Literati](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/24/the-discreet-charms-of-the-literati/): By: Ken Wheatcroft-Pardue “Huh?”             I couldn’t quite catch what Carmen had said. The wind had blown her words away. I could almost see the scrambled letters, flitting between an all natural food store and a Big Tex Burger franchise.... - [The Beauty Is In The Watching](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/20/the-beauty-is-in-the-watching/): By: Lily Finch Growing up in my family I spent a lot of my time hanging out with my mom. We baked together, we made doughnuts together, we played dice together and a lot of board games. Each time I... - [Cactus Flower](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/20/cactus-flower/): By: Raymond Greiner The desert appears lifeless, void of color. No cathedrals only isolation, heat and blinding sun. One must hike the desert’s long trail to understand it. Hunker down on a cold desert night while scorpions sleep in your... - [Crying in a Lily Pad](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/20/crying-in-a-lily-pad/): By: Alexandra Călinescu Do you like crying? Do you enjoy that feeling you get after you cry? when your face is all so…wept and wet yet, somehow… pictorial… and your eyes dry up and you get the feeling that although... - [Rock](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/20/rock/): By: James Aitchison (after a visit to the Grampians, Australia) I came to unbreakable rock,Older than any on earth;Rock that could never be quarried,Rock that had gazed upon countryBefore any woman gave birth. Beside this unbreakable rock,My life is not... - ['Fuzzy' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/18/fuzzy-and-other-poems/): By: Cheryl Snell Fuzzy Today you must choose your pronouns. It should be a simple task but you are complex. Full of partial truths, once you were a stickler for grammar. Remember the “Surrender Dorothy” graffiti painted across the Beltway... - ['Yes' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/18/yes-and-other-poems/): By: Sweetest Summer yes a big fat yes to everythinga jolly yes to all of itwide open armsat the ready to embrace you allevery problemevery irritationeverything that should be differentblessing them one by one by oneas they march through the... - [A one-way ticket to misery](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/09/a-one-way-ticket-to-misery/): By Aishwariya Laxmi I thought I’d loved you foreverBut I realize it was never meant to be‘Coz you gave me sleepless nightsAnd acted in a way that hurt meIf you had meant wellYou wouldn’t have acted so selfishlyLeft me hangingAnd... - [The Long Walk into the Oomph of Nature](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/09/the-long-walk-into-the-oomph-of-nature/): By: Akintoye Akinsola The mesmeric colour of nature woke me up in the wee hours of morningSniffing its sweet odourI hold its face in delightThis magical feeling is that of ecstasyAs I lean on nature, its eloquent charm arrests my... - [Rubber Face](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/08/rubber-face/): By: Nicole Lynn           Sometimes I remember your face looking like it was made of rubber. Smooth and supple, a canvas of silicone stretched tight over framework bones. Your smile was a malleable one. You carried... - [6 Ways Books Spark Change: Exploring Literature's Power to Create Wider Impact](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/08/books-that-spark-change-literature/): Books have long been recognized as powerful tools that can shape minds, challenge societal norms, and inspire collective action. Throughout history, certain books have emerged as catalysts for change, igniting conversations, and inciting movements. In this blog post, we delve... - [6 Tools or Weapons We Need To Combat Global Warming](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/08/6-tools-weapons-we-need-to-combat-global-warming/): Global warming poses a significant threat to our planet, impacting ecosystems, weather patterns, and human livelihoods. As we face the urgent need to address climate change, technology can play a vital role in combating this global crisis. In this article,... - [A Quiet Day in Cluny](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/07/a-quiet-day-in-cluny/): By: John Frame An unexpected surprise greeted me that served to soothe my frayed nerves and allowed me to sleep easy for a short time.  I received a letter from Andrew Carnegie.  My letter to him was, he maintained, one... - [Leavenworth Street corridor seeing solid business growth](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/07/ae-shipping-on-a-roll-once-again-with-soaring-bulk-shipping-rates/): Lorem Ipsum is simply dummy text of the printing and typesetting industry. Lorem Ipsum has been the industry’s standard dummy text ever since the 1500s, when an unknown printer took a galley of type and scrambled it to make a type... - [What Is Women’s Equality Day and Why Is It Celebrated?](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/07/what-is-womens-equality-day-and-why-is-it-celebrated/): Lorem Ipsum is simply dummy text of the printing and typesetting industry. 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Lorem Ipsum has been the industry’s standard dummy text ever since the 1500s, when an unknown printer took a galley of type and scrambled it to make a type... - [Google’s Self-Designed Tensor Chips will Power Its Next](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/07/googles-self-designed-tensor-chips-will-power-its-next/): Lorem Ipsum is simply dummy text of the printing and typesetting industry. Lorem Ipsum has been the industry’s standard dummy text ever since the 1500s, when an unknown printer took a galley of type and scrambled it to make a type... - [Cathedral](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/06/cathedral/): By: Anthony Ward Charlie had stowed himself in the Cathedral. Not with any malicious intent you understand. It was just he thrived on experience. He liked to observe things in the unconventional.             He had sneaked up into the triforium... - [Dishing](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/06/dishing/): By: Dan O’Neill         “Can you believe  Mary Lou had the nerve to show up?, Kelly Thorpe says,a piece of Capone Chicago pizza,in one hand a glass of punch in the other one. She is sitting on a folding chair,... - ['Helping by Healing' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/06/helping-by-healing-and-other-poems/): By: Angela Moore Helping by Healing I want to be better…than the person I’ve become.To shed this plastic shelland burn it in the flames of my truth.To saturate my soul with prideand humility.…to help this worldby healing myself.### You Are... - ['Mourning a dead lover' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/06/mourning-a-dead-lover-and-other-poems/): By: Taiwo Oluseye Odesanya Mourning a dead lover To love is to reply to a text- smiling like an idiot,To be a comedian and a painter;Cracking jokes and painting smiles,To watch her from afar andWhisper prayers under your breath,Love is... - [Finite Times](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/05/finite-times/): By: Renee Chen You were the one who told me about the ancient tale from China, about two lovers who died for each other. That night, we were sitting on the cold roof of our school building, looking out into... - ['The Revolt' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/05/the-revolt-and-other-poems/): By: Debendra Lal The Revolt I slashed the tonguethe two eyes started revolting.I scooped the two eyes outthe two hands started revolting.I cut off the two handsthe two legs started revolting.Then I disfigured the two legsthe head with no eyesand... - [Fail Me](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/05/fail-me/): By Cailey Tarriane I pinch myself to stay awake, the flesh that isn’t marked with wounds. My senses on alert, my eyes vaguely making out Petra’s shadowy figure. My eyes have adjusted to the small room for a long while,... - ['Save' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/05/save-and-other-poems/): By: Bill Griffin Save Three yellowjackets have gatheredto worship a dead mouse.They are jealous of their god –if you nudge the mouse with a stickthey will sting you. We all fly to that which we hopewill save us. What if... - ['The Lament of Heloise' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/09/05/the-lament-of-heloise-and-other-poems/): By: Arthur Turfa The Lament of Heloise So deep in the labyrinth of my heartechoes of your voice leave a joyous sound.Not even the pain of when we had to partcompels me to regret the love we found. Within the... - [Green Prince](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/02/green-prince/): By: Sydnie Stern We are serpents on a scepterOne follows the otherLike a cat chasing a minnowalong a long riveryour scales are damp like you came from waterI’m missing an eye, I filled the chasm with Earthonly you know this... - [Percy Lapid: How can justice be best served? ](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/02/percy-lapid-how-can-justice-be-best-served/): By: April Mae M. Berza  Recently, I’ve been haunted by the deaths of journalists, particularly Percy Lapid. As well as the passion and grit of Leni Robredo in the past election. She showed humility and grace while taking pride in... - ['Revenge Theory': A Powerful Tale of Resilience and Justice](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/01/revenge-theory-a-powerful-tale-of-resilience-and-justice/): Immerse yourself in the enchanting and gripping world of “Revenge Theory,” where resilience and unwavering pursuit of justice unfold amidst breathtaking landscapes. Onkar Sharma’s captivating storytelling, thought-provoking themes, and powerful portrayal of human emotions create a timeless masterpiece that will... - [Glimpses from the Launch of 'Revenge Theory' by Onkar Sharma](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/01/glimpses-from-the-launch-of-revenge-theory-by-onkar-sharma/): Onkar Sharma’s new book, a novel – Revenge Theory – gets released on July 29th in Gurugram at the BookAlign bookstore, owned and operated by Hawakal Publishers. The novel, published by Hawakal and unveiled by the eminent poet and academic,... - [Institutionalization to Redemption: The Powerful Message of Hope in The Shawshank Redemption](https://literaryyard.com/2023/07/31/institutionalization-to-redemption-the-powerful-message-of-hope-in-the-shawshank-redemption/): By: Heewoo Jung The “B-stories,” or Brooks and Red’s contrasting post-Shawshank rehabilitations in The Shawshank Redemption directed by Frank Darabont, bolster the movie’s claim of the importance of hope in our lives, which is mainly discussed through Andy escaping Shawshank... - [Boldface Print is Harder to Erase](https://literaryyard.com/2023/07/31/boldface-print-is-harder-to-erase/): By: Leigh-Anne Burley Sometimes figuring out just the right path is a waste of timetake the one ahead of you. Sometimes it is easier to go out into the rain than back into the light. Don’t be fooled by your... - ['A Cardinal's song' and other Summer Haiku](https://literaryyard.com/2023/07/30/a-cardinals-song-and-other-summer-haiku/): By: Jim Bates A Cardinal’s songFills a clear crisp morning dawnJump-starting the day. Brilliant day endingSetting sun and dusty skyWondrous light transformed. Laying on a dockKids swirling hands in the lakePlaying with minnows. Summertime soft rainFalling on thirsty gardensPlants drink... - [“Opaque Tears” and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/07/30/opaque-tears-and-other-poems/): By: : Srihith Jarabana  Opaque Tears Tears so opaque,That when he staresAt the mortal blue skies,Even distant stars reflect off them.But in the upper echelons of his thoughtsAnd in the chambers of your heart,Lies a place where he is lifted,To... - [Silex Scintillans](https://literaryyard.com/2023/07/30/silex-scintillans/): By William T. Hathaway “Seek and ye shall find,”I keep telling myself,seeking along in my sneakers,trying to find the way back to you,my source, course and goal.The path gets steeperas I clamber over scree slopes of past deeds.In this deep... - [A Journey Through 'Love's Cradle': A Review of Sushant Thapa's Poetry Collection](https://literaryyard.com/2023/07/30/a-journey-through-loves-cradle-a-review-of-sushant-thapas-poetry-collection/): By: Onkar Sharma Poetry, being an art form that often communicates through symbolism and figurative expressions, goes a few notches up as I look through the page of Sushant Thapa’s poetry collection ‘Love’s Cradle’. The collection is a journey –... - [The Ransom](https://literaryyard.com/2023/07/30/the-ransom/): By: Bruce Levine It was only a matter of minutes. We had a short break so I laid it across a couple of chairs while I went to the men’s room. When I got back it was gone.             It’s... - [Minty's Scrapyard](https://literaryyard.com/2023/07/27/mintys-scrapyard/): By: Michael Shawyer Why did the post have to arrive so early? The postman whistling about the saints marching in while he bounced up the path like an animated stick insect. There was only one for number 25 and he... - ['Fever Dream' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/07/26/fever-dream-and-other-poems/): By: Kiley Brockway  Fever Dream A night of coughing to long awaited sleep brought this on. I wonder what monster crawls round the TIGHTBoarded up doors of our midNIGHTSTo listen to may to lay to praySHUSH! If you are careful... - [Spring Haiku](https://literaryyard.com/2023/07/26/spring-haiku-2/): By: Bruce Levine Longer days are here Filling skies with shades of blue Clouds go drifting by - ['To Gank' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/07/24/to-gank-and-other-poems/): By: KJ Hannah Greenberg To Gank In international forums, “thievery’s” not defined by lovely scapes or glistening gels.“Honesty’s” separated from “fraudulence” by reticulating deeds and feckless words.Agonal breathing’s never evidenced lagabouts, idlers, shiftless souls as “worthless.”At times, folks may be... - [Evil Neighbors](https://literaryyard.com/2023/07/24/evil-neighbors/): By Nicola Vallera I flatten my potato nose against the cold glass. The old lady across the street stands like a stone figure, her piercing gaze drilling into me like she can see through my soul. A chill runs down... - ['Songs of Suicide' review published by the Hooghly Review](https://literaryyard.com/2023/07/23/songs-of-suicide-review-published-by-the-hooghly-review/): By Onkar Sharma I am deeply humbled and grateful for the heartfelt review of my poetry collection, “Songs of Suicide,” written by John Potter in the esteemed Hooghly Review. Addressing the sensitive and poignant themes of suicide and depression, I... - ['Luther' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/07/22/luther-and-other-poems/): By: John Ziegler Luther Luther was a distant father,away in his own deep music. He spoke of his own fatherfitted in a soft, white shirt, trimmed nails,smooth palms of a baker,though he was not a baker. He owned a small... - [AND THE BEGINNING....](https://literaryyard.com/2023/07/22/and-the-beginning/): By: Duane L Herrmann      Troy Rubin, sat at his desk quietly working in the midst of the hustle and bustle of the office: phones ringing, people carrying papers and files back and forth and computers beeping once in a... - ['My Tongue' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/07/18/my-tongue-and-other-poems/): By: Puneet Kumar My Tongue My tongue hasIts own mindIt knows wellWhere it wants to go I need not to worryIn which cornerOr in the sidesIt wants to explore I just let it doAll that it wantsAnd the way it... - [Ataraxia: wonder drug?](https://literaryyard.com/2023/07/17/ataraxia-wonder-drug/): By: James Aitchison Not a new opioid, not a new antidepressant, not a variant of diazepam or citalopram, ataraxia can certainly be prescribed for today’s world, offering a life free of fear and worry. Ataraxia lies at the heart of... - [My dreamed hedgehog](https://literaryyard.com/2023/07/17/my-dreamed-hedgehog/): By: Paweł Markiewicz The new-Celtic elegy according to Mr. Paweł Markiewicz I lost the cute hedgehog in last summer.I can just only dream overnight – mourn.The amaranthine body lay on grass.Moreover, it was dark time of Blue Hours. My life... - ['Birds Hustling In May' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/07/17/birds-hustling-in-may-and-other-poems/): By: Kindaka Sanders Tried Again I was just thinking about joy.And you were right.Because he gave it to you, I thinkHe is a better man for you than me.That you were scared of losing him,And you never felt that way... - ['A Weary Waiter Pushes Her Body Forward' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/07/17/a-weary-waiter-pushes-her-body-forward-and-other-poems/): By: Leigh-Anne Burley A Weary Waiter Pushes Her Body Forward A weary single-parent waiterpushes her body forwardlike a cart laden withtable linens and wares. She tip-toes on a high wirewithout a safety net tobalance bills and schedules. Impatient diners with... - [Here be camels](https://literaryyard.com/2023/07/16/camels-australia/): By: James Aitchison Think of the one-humped dromedary and images of the vast Sahara, the swirling sands of the Middle East, and the legendary Silk Road spring to mind.  But Australia? In truth, Australia today can lay claim to possessing... - [Poetic Whispers](https://literaryyard.com/2023/07/15/poetic-whispers/): By: Margot Block Untitleda language you use like a candle litwhen it was to deliver emotion night after nightyour defeated china girl and your momentand electrified means nothing to mewhen it is an explosion in the heart of whisperswhere the... - [Distant Shores](https://literaryyard.com/2023/07/15/distant-shores/): By: John P. Drudge We wanderSeeking our placeEach fleeting momentOn the precipice of the unknownDriven by curiosityAnd the collective spiritIn a cosmic danceEchoing footstepsThrough corridors of timeWith dreams of unityAnd discoveryThrough uncharted realmsOf knowledgeForever tetheredTo the beating heartOf a shared... - [The Treatment of the Native Americans](https://literaryyard.com/2023/07/15/the-treatment-of-the-native-americans/): By: Isabella Kim While the rapidly expanding United States pushed into the lower South in the early nineteenth century, white settlers encountered what they saw as an impediment. The Cherokee, Creek, Choctaw, Chickasaw, and Seminole nations called this region home.... - [Uriel Fox and the Magic Jacket](https://literaryyard.com/2023/07/15/uriel-fox-and-the-magic-jacket/): By: John F Zurn           As he approached the small town of Providence, Uriel Fox felt a sense of hope and relief.  He had been camping for several weeks, and he was tired and lonely.  He now felt the need... - [Flora and Fauna Fantastically Fine, a Craft Essay on Nature Writing](https://literaryyard.com/2023/07/15/flora-and-fauna-fantastically-fine-a-craft-essay-on-nature-writing/): By Brian Michael Barbeito  I had been writing things for a long time, and some of the forms were poems, short stories, essays, flash fiction, and even experimental novelettes. And I thought, why don’t I publish some in literary magazines... - [The Dilemma](https://literaryyard.com/2023/07/15/the-dilemma-2/): By: Karen O’Leary She ponders,holding a black crayon—assigned to capture naturewith the given medium. She catches the dean after class,holding up the black crayon.How does one capturenature with just one hue? Ms. Hawthorn,you have the insightof an artist. Don’t beafraid... - [The Storm](https://literaryyard.com/2023/07/14/the-storm/): By: Bruce Levine The Storm Rain spattered on the window paneMaking patterns like geometric drawingsBefore the droplets released their molecular holdForming abstract lines like a Pollack painting Flashes of lightning illuminated the maze of waterHeld against the glass as if... - [Steps](https://literaryyard.com/2023/07/14/steps/): By: James Aitchison Why retraceyour stepsagain and again?Why sufferthe emptinessof spirit?The swift pathawaits thosewho are freed ofearthly bonds.Knowledge of theinner selfpowers your way.I am the Voice,the Wheel that spins,bestowing wondermentand love, and you can beconfident even as you live. - [How I Transition from the Corporate World into Freelance Writing](https://literaryyard.com/2023/07/14/transition-to-freelance-writing/): By: April Mae M. Berza I stopped working in the corporate world since I really wanted to pursue freelance writing, editing and proofreading, and translation. I won’t say it’s a wise decision, but it’s something I take pride in and would... - [What Makes a Good Writer?](https://literaryyard.com/2023/07/12/good-writer/): By Taehoon Noh What makes a good writer? Determining what constitutes a good writer is a multifaceted and subjective inquiry. It is a question that often yields diverse and occasionally conflicting responses. While the definition of a “good writer” may... - ['Evening Walk' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/07/12/evening-walk-and-other-poems/): By: Lucy Sage Evening Walk To the EastThe Moon sinksBelow pink clouds.Purple plumes pirouetteTo the West.Ribs of orangeSlip behindPalm and oak tree horizons. The MockingbirdRocks on a wireFlips through her setlistIncluding a cardinal cover.A bluebird rests on an oak branch.The... - [Shoveling Snow](https://literaryyard.com/2023/07/11/shoveling-snow/): By: Jim Bates Up early still dark outGet bundled up in long quilted underwearHeavy pants two sweaters bootsInsulated jacket wool stocking hat and heavy mittensReady to goHe steps outside and the brutal cold takes his breath awayHe stands for a... - [A Chemise Discovery](https://literaryyard.com/2023/07/10/a-chemise-discovery/): By Glen Donaldson Stella Cromwell was a once in a generation housekeeper. The calmness that came with keeping house – from dusting vintage wine bottles down in a cellar to the soft, rhythmic sound of a brush-broom as it swept... - ['Summer Beginnings' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/07/10/summer-beginnings-and-other-poems/): By: Christian Ward Summer Beginnings Clouds rollercoaster into rain.The block of flats oppositeis lighter than candy floss.Squint and you’ll see furniture,televisions, laptops, and Dysonvacuum cleaners levitating.The alley nearby – ruledby a gang of moss – is no biggerthan my thumb... - [Getting Your Novel or Book Adapted to Screen? Read it, Now!](https://literaryyard.com/2023/07/09/getting-your-novel-or-book-adapted-to-screen-read-it-now/): Novels and movies have a very close relationship. From the very beginning, filmmakers have resorted to novels to make motion pictures. And when you see some famous examples like “To Kill a Mockingbird” by Harper Lee, “The Girl with the... - [Destructive Nature of a Patriarchal Society in Hananah Zaheer’s “Willow Tree Fever”](https://literaryyard.com/2023/07/09/destructive-nature-of-a-patriarchal-society-in-hananah-zaheers-willow-tree-fever/): By Heewoo Jung Lovebirds is a collection that contains multiple short stories by Hananah Zaheer in which she touches on various social problems from an individual level to a societal level. In her short story “Willow Tree Fever,” Zaheer uses... - [The Path to Joy](https://literaryyard.com/2023/07/09/the-path-to-joy/): By: Vaishnavi Kolluru The secret to joyLies in a riverthat flows forward, making you believe its truth, until you reach the end. The secret to joyControls the waves of the oceanYou indulge in a small cold wavegetting your feet wetThe... - [Albert Camus's The Stranger: Meaning of Meaninglessness](https://literaryyard.com/2023/07/08/albert-camuss-the-stranger-meaning-of-meaninglessness/): By: Ramlal Agarwal The German occupation of France and World War II dissolved old certitudes and unshakable assumptions from the former ages. Some of the most sensitive and creative intellectuals and writers of the age found themselves in a void.... - [Ariadne](https://literaryyard.com/2023/07/07/ariadne/): By: Nina Kossman Over and overthe darkness of sands,the stillness of waves.a tangled threadsaved Theseus’ life.Ariadne’s giftbecame Ariadne’s fate:a gift to be abandonedon a leaf-shaped island.Solitude is a gift.Theseus was so generous with gifts.Thank you, Theseus,for sailing away when I... - [I wanted to try on the pain](https://literaryyard.com/2023/07/07/i-wanted-to-try-on-the-pain/): By: Melissa Aaronberg I wanted to try on the painTo see if grief would constrict me like a corsetOr settle upon me like fine dust.I will borrow the tears like wedding pearlsAnd hover around that dark shoreBut not too deep... - ['Sixth Time’s the Charm' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/07/06/sixth-times-the-charm-and-other-poems/): By: Jim Murdoch Sixth Time’s the Charm Simplicity is the ultimate sophistication – Clarence Boothe Luce First loves are forever, true or not— every fool and his frog knows that—but so are seconds and thirds and so-ons. What the book-smart... - [Paul Scott’s 'Staying On': Amid the Alien Corn](https://literaryyard.com/2023/07/05/paul-scotts-staying-on-amid-the-alien-corn/): By: Ramlal Agarwal Staying On is a very poignant novel about a British couple that decides to stay in India after the British have left India and returned home. It was not a joint decision but one taken by the... - ['Fog' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/07/05/fog-and-other-poems/): By Karen Lee Stradford Fog I can’t see.No ideawhat I may run into.I’ll take my chances. I have faith.A better view is-waiting for meonthe other side. ### Grass looks greener It looks so perfect.Nothing seems out of place.Your organization is-impeccable.... - [Gun Games](https://literaryyard.com/2023/07/05/gun-games/): By: Harrison Abbott He would come in for coffee many mornings a week. I liked him the first time I saw him, and then more and more as he kept returning; he had such a sunny face. At the start... - [A Child's imagination in a flight](https://literaryyard.com/2023/07/05/a-childs-imagination-in-a-flight/): By: Chandra Shekhar Dubey We are flying, we are flyingabove the ground, skyscrapersabove the river, green valesand forest deep above the pasturesdeep ocean where demoness meetsher lover above the clouds in the sky.We are flying ,we are flyingacross the colonies... - [Mind Block](https://literaryyard.com/2023/07/03/mind-block/): By: Suveeksha Viswanathan Of my days spent in reclusion or so it seems, the confinement that I subjected myself to was of the crazy kind if not the kind that leaves your artifices bare. Raw talent as you may call... - [Should not an artist](https://literaryyard.com/2023/07/03/should-not-an-artist/): By: Daniel Millard Should not an artistStarve himselfDown to aGood fighting weight? Writing himself outTo be theChampion of his times Echoing back – calling to his matesReaching back to all of those paintedYesterday’sAges that he knew he would never haveSurvivedLight... - ['Not Rigorous Enough' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/07/03/not-rigorous-enough-and-other-poems/): By: KJ Hannah Greenberg Not Rigorous Enough When words are rigorous enough to illuminate the discourse amidst dysfunctional adults,To create meaning from world leader’s remarks, to probe sundry romance novels, peopleContend that the breadth, external validity, & heuristic benefit discounting... - ['Lost in My Thoughts' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/07/03/lost-in-my-thoughts-and-other-poems/): By: Hidden pen Lost in my thoughts (What if?)….What if it all a lie?.What if we get to heavenAnd don’t get inside,What if we get to the gateAnd see God at the other side?. What if we can’t go back?,What... - [Dear Friend - a poem](https://literaryyard.com/2023/06/26/dear-friend-a-poem/): By: Kyle Callam With a leaden chest I must regrettably compileThe very last words that will come to defineYour very cruel and selfish last stanceAnd why you choose no more to danceAs to why you fled from a life of... - [The paramour of the sorcerer's apprentice - a ballad](https://literaryyard.com/2023/06/26/the-paramour-of-the-sorcerers-apprentice-a-ballad/): By: Paweł Markiewicz The moony, dreamy naiad is awakened,like pearl in the deepest marine finery.She-muser of eternity seeks for hoard.Choir: Muse’s treasure amaranthine-gentle. The naiad to dearest prentice: Magicalis a hidden cavity, the wind told me.< Apprentice: >We are awoken... - [Growing older in a modern world](https://literaryyard.com/2023/06/26/growing-older-in-a-modern-world/): By Debra J. White Home was a shabby brick apartment building in a working class, scrappy New York City neighborhood where families, even large ones, were packed into cramped quarters. I always knew I’d get old but it happened so... - [She Got What She Deserved - A Novelette](https://literaryyard.com/2023/06/25/she-got-what-she-deserved-a-novelette/): By John RC Potter Chapter 1 ……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… It was late June and Victoria had just been down at the river’s edge looking at the stones that were scattered along the sloping banks, as well as others that she could see... - [My Two Girls](https://literaryyard.com/2023/06/25/my-two-girls/): By Marieke Steiner After having been admitted to the hospital several days ago for toxic shock syndrome from a menstrual cup, my youngest daughter Brittany is now septic. Brit’s health declined sharply after the antibiotics for the staph infection didn’t... - [The Preservation of Artifacts](https://literaryyard.com/2023/06/24/the-preservation-of-artifacts/): By: Jina Choi What would you think if someone asked you to return an item you’d already paid for? You would have the right to reject it because you have already paid for it. Some countries want heritage items to... - ['In the Boudoir of the Day' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/06/24/boudoir-poems/): By: Vyarka Kozareva IN THE BOUDOIR OF THE DAY The morning keepsBehind its curtainsPieces of human fragility:Micro-nuclei of pain,Droplets of hope, snippets of murkAll waiting to get collected diligently,Arranged carefully,And tied byParty-colored ribbons, cord or wire—According to the rate of... - [Rediscovering Forgotten Voices: Women Writers of the Harlem Renaissance](https://literaryyard.com/2023/06/24/rediscovering-forgotten-voices-women-writers-of-the-harlem-renaissance/): The Harlem Renaissance was a period of cultural and artistic flourishing in the African American community in New York City from the 1920s to the early 1930s. It was a time of great creativity and experimentation, and many talented writers... - [The Sewist, Mary Laura McNicol Mills](https://literaryyard.com/2023/06/22/the-sewist-mary-laura-mcnicol-mills/): By: Brian Michael Barbeito  Prologue Inside the world that lost its way, Mary Laura McNicol Mills did not. she had no choice. not having what others had, she didn’t have the luxury of time, or the upbringing, to know the... - [The Power of Nature: Exploring Ecocriticism in Modern Poetry](https://literaryyard.com/2023/06/21/ecocriticism-in-modern-poetry/): Ecocriticism is a relatively new field of literary criticism that has left a lasting impact – not only in poetry circles but in environmental and sustainability circles. Ecocriticism claims to examine the relationship between literature and the environment. It emerged... - [Pipe Dream](https://literaryyard.com/2023/06/21/pipe-dream/): By: Tamizh Ponni VP The last time Atul listened to  Bill Withers’s “Lovely Day” could have easily been 20 years ago. Mirror balls adorning the well-lit fresh Christmas conifer glistened under the moonlight’s graceful intrusion into the living room. Sweden... - ['Deprivation or Trying on the Other' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/06/21/deprivation-and-other-poems/): By: Judith Ferster Deprivation or Trying on the Other We don’t have it easy being white. The apesthat ape you in cartoons are whitebut grew fur coats to compensate.Our only prize is vitamin D.The price is wrinkles and skin cancer.When... - [The moment, at last](https://literaryyard.com/2023/06/20/the-moment-at-last/): By: Dmitriy Shandra there’s somebody’s voice inside of yourself:it’s saturday, fifth of november,tomorrow is sixth, and the daysthat used to trot briskly aheadnow drag on, exhausted horses,rusted clay of fatigueon the soles of your shoesthe autumnal sun, leadingthe first days... - ['Heavenly Temples and Towers' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/06/20/heavenly-temples-and-towers-and-other-poems/): By Chinese Poet Yuan HongriTranslated by Yuanbing Zhang Heavenly Temples and Towers I rode a heavenly camel towards a desolate desert, .a jade bottle poured the sweet dew of the Kingdom of Heavenand converged a lake of springs that never... - ['In Conjunctio Oppositorum' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/06/19/in-conjunctio-oppositorum-and-other-poems/): By Amrita Valan In Conjunctio Oppositorum The promise, ofArdhnarishwaraPledge of Purush,Evolutionary elegancePerfect synchronicityYin-Yang, Dark-LightFire-Water, Hard-Soft,Eros and ThanatosDestruction and creationGerms of entropy,Seeded in nascence.Fusion of promiseIn true mystical union,Holistic leap of faithOver spiritual oceans.Ananthnaga devouringSheshnaga’s tail.Alpha to omegaWedded congruence.Parsing syncretismRichest essences.Wondrous... - ['Tonight Let Us Play Together' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/06/18/tonight-let-us-play-together-and-other-poems/): By: Puneet Kumar Tonight Let Us Play Together Tonight let us play togetherA game that has no rulesJust two of us will playSee how long we can play We both have to be carefulKeep each other’s interest aliveNot let this... - ['The Cost of Peace' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/06/18/cost-of-living/): By: Richard LeDue The Cost of Peace We’re in a war of attritionwith ourselves,but at least it all ledto department store Christmas commercials,gift wrapped electric can openers,two jobs a weekjust to lose a staring contestwith an artificial X-mas tree,missing a... - [God and Soul Scripts](https://literaryyard.com/2023/06/18/god-and-soul-scripts/): By: Tom Ball      I, Clarissa, said to Stephen, “There’s no turning back now!” We had entered “Paradise,” and were about to meet God. This God was said to be angelic and inspirational. And we had both been hypnotized to... - ['Walk out in the sun' and other spring haiku](https://literaryyard.com/2023/06/17/walk-out-in-the-sun-haiku/): By Jim Bates Walk out in the sunBend down to smell a flowerJoy of being alive. Warm bright sun shiningNew plants turning toward the lightHappily growing. Supermoon risingEastern sky glowing dreamlikeLunar light sublime. Distant thunder rollsKettle-drum pounding preludeSymphony of rain. - [The Druid](https://literaryyard.com/2023/06/17/the-druid/): By Paweł Markiewicz In a Druid´s soul: gold of rainbow. A druid wanted to go into a forest and pick some fungi, to cook later a magic super decoction from them. In the Druid´s soul: the Golden Fleece. He gathered... - ['After Building My House' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/06/17/my-house-poem/): By: Jonathan Chibuike Ukah After Building My House After building my housewith my intestines and bloodsplashed over the walls and roof,the villagers complainthat their gods dwelling in cavesare becoming intimidated. The sudden rise of my windbreaker,sweat-encrusted tower of refugein the... - [Exile in Autumn, Prose Poems for Lost Souls ](https://literaryyard.com/2023/06/15/exile-in-autumn-prose-poems-for-lost-souls/): By: Brian Michael Barbeito You Are the Sun there was the super flower blood moon and the nocturnal rains like bad dreams. but you are the sun. there was the world, oh my god and word, how miserable and low,... - [Just Like It Was Tomorrow](https://literaryyard.com/2023/06/15/tomorrow-2/): By: Alan Berger My memoriesThrew me my hatShowed me the doorThey said I was not needed there anymore They are rightI have to admit itI am only as good as my next minute The bad past along with the goodI... - [Here to Eternity](https://literaryyard.com/2023/06/15/eternity/): By: Bruce Levine For Jane Forever heldA piece of my soulFloats through the universeSitting on your shoulderLasting ‘til the end of timeLike the waters of a springFlowing from here to eternityCounting the daysBy scores of millenniaIn everlasting love - [Alien X-ing](https://literaryyard.com/2023/06/15/alien-x-ing/): By: Daniel Millard Shame – bodyPain – bodyOut – of – bodyNo – bodySome – body Breath of lifeIn – spirit – ationNot of this nationNot of this worldNot a little boyNor a little girl Alien crossing over & overMeat... - [Of Silver Stars and a Siren Singing](https://literaryyard.com/2023/06/15/silver-stars-and-a-siren-singing/): By: Michael Summerleigh for Sterling 1. Thomas Beverley consulted the somewhat mangled remains of the small white business card he held in one gloved hand, checked the address on it and then, with no small amount of disappointment, eyed the... - [Itchy](https://literaryyard.com/2023/06/15/itchy/): By: Delaney D. Ding The itch, a fiendish dance, a battle’s cue,I yearn relief, evading its pursuit.A tormentor relentless, peace it steals,Magnifying pain with a thousand tiny feels. Oh, tranquil reprieve, I plead and yearn,Escaping this eternal itch’s burn.Yet in... - [The Table Turns, a poem](https://literaryyard.com/2023/06/13/the-table-turns-a-poem/): By: Karen O’Leary She stares out the window,trying to compose herselfand not let the tears spill.The waiter says the twowines were preorderedearlier by her husbandto celebrate their firstwedding anniversary.Her surprise is the flowers,designed to capture thosein her wedding bouquet.He invited... - [5 Best Books About Climate Change and Environmental Safety](https://literaryyard.com/2023/06/13/5-best-books-about-climate-change-and-environmental-safety/): In the face of pressing global challenges such as climate change and environmental degradation, books serve as invaluable resources to educate and inspire action. From scientific analyses to personal narratives, the literary world offers a wealth of knowledge and insight... - [The responsive awakening of springtide](https://literaryyard.com/2023/06/12/the-responsive-awakening-of-springtide/): By: Paweł Markiewicz The springtime wakes upin may glory and dreamsin May-tender homeland O! Dreamy moony springimmortalize the enchantmentof the Naiad forever! the pensiveness of a feather from crowsyou are black such a muse-like falchionthinker with many oboliI listen to... - [Important Notice: Temporary Website Upgrade Underway for Literary Yard](https://literaryyard.com/2023/06/04/important-notice-temporary-website-upgrade-underway-for-literary-yard/): Dear Literary Yard Users and Authors, We hope this message finds you well and filled with literary inspiration. We want to inform you about an upcoming upgrade taking place on the Literary Yard website. Our team is working diligently behind... - [Karen E. Osborne: Illuminating Journeys Through Powerful Fiction and Literary Generosity](https://literaryyard.com/2023/06/03/karen-e-osborne-illuminating-journeys-through-powerful-fiction-and-literary-generosity/): Recently, Karen E. Osborne, an award-winning and Amazon Kindle best-selling author, took the opportunity to share her remarkable writing journey and offer insights into the creation of her latest historical fiction novel – True Grace. With a notable repertoire that... - [Cinnamon Fire Angel](https://literaryyard.com/2023/06/02/cinnamon-fire-angel/): By: Brian Michael Barbeito There was an ugly man beside me. I am heavily trained and practiced in anti-oppression frameworks. I was perhaps the star social service worker of my Provence, perhaps beyond. There is that, yes, but there is... - ['Covid card' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/06/02/covid-card-and-other-poems/): By: J.K. Durick Even though most of the restrictionsHave been lifted I still carry their cardIn my wallet, buried in there with allThe rest, my driver’s license, insuranceCards and credit cards. It’s my “RecordCard” for Covid 19 vaccinations. FirstOn the... - ['Fun Hoover' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/06/02/fun-hoover-and-other-poems/): By: KJ Hannah Greenberg Fun Hoover Sucking up all fun ain’t no man’s idea of party brio.Much better to hent joy on occasions than endeavorEntentes with miserable others. Abstruse behaviors aside, grunting, frowning, snarling, mostlyAmounts to otiose conducts. Instead, lend... - [Angel in the Grass](https://literaryyard.com/2023/06/01/angel-in-the-grass/): By John RC Potter Opening Frame “If I don’t get around to it, I hope one day you will write my life’s story.” Years ago my maternal grandmother told me stories about her life, reminiscences and recollections. She told them... - [Growing Pain](https://literaryyard.com/2023/05/31/growing-pain/): By: Karlie Taylor My little brother woke up in the middle of the night screaming, “It hurts! Sissy, help me!” Half-asleep, I listened to his voice claw at his bedroom door, spill out the hallway, and pull the sheets off... - [A Journey Between Worlds](https://literaryyard.com/2023/05/31/a-journey-between-worlds/): By: Chris Kim Sculpted by hands of an Eastern craftsman,A story begins in the land where the sun expands.Cherry blossoms flutter, unfurling the past,Yet dreams dance westward, tethered to the mast.We set our sails, a sea of stars our guide,To... - [10 Best Hotels in Pune for a Luxurious Stay](https://literaryyard.com/2023/05/31/10-best-hotels-in-pune-for-a-luxurious-stay/): Pune is a bustling city that attracts travellers worldwide. So whether visiting Pune for business or pleasure, finding the perfect hotel is essential for a comfortable and luxurious stay. And this blog compiles the ten best hotels in Pune that... - ['Fourth image of fear' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/05/30/fourth-image-of-fear-and-other-poems/): By: Hardeep Sabharwal Fourth image of fear Man fearsWhen his pocket is fullAnd is alone on the unknown path Man also fearsWhen according to the fixed format of the routineA loved one not returns backAnd also the thread of communication... - [Summer of 1974, Indianola, Mississippi](https://literaryyard.com/2023/05/29/summer-of-1974-indianola-mississippi/): By: Kathleen Williams Renk In the late 1960s, one of my best high school girlfriends dated an A+ student who was the star of the cross-country team. He was black. When her parents discovered that her new love interest wasn’t... - ['Shiva Nataraja' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/05/29/shiva-nataraja-and-other-poems/): By William T. Hathaway Shiva Nataraja In my autumn backyard I do puja to you,chanting your names,offering fruit, flower, and flameto the Lord of the Cosmic Dance.Falling leavescast dancing shadowsover your shiny brass body.The wind is blowing the leaves away,bringing... - [the white houses](https://literaryyard.com/2023/05/29/the-white-houses/): By: Brian Michael Barbeito they didn’t record the time of incarnation, of birth, so no natal chart can be cast. I don’t know, maybe it doesn’t matter. I wonder sometimes at what time. Osho said after the awakening to call... - ['Until Then' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/05/29/until-then-and-other-poems/): By: Josef Wachs Until Then BewareThe end is nighThe story is near its endSummer is nearly hereThe school year is almost endedBut until thenThere is workUntil thenWe press onUntil thenWe lookUntil thenWe watchUntil thenWe waitUntil then ### Black and White... - [Missing NYC and down](https://literaryyard.com/2023/05/29/missing-nyc-and-down/): By: Itay Eisinger Above allI miss the MOMANot the museum itselfBut the concept. Kissing byBethesda FountainTo confuse the cops,Finding that tinyFrench restaurantHardly known even to its owner–The forgotten Polish philosopherWho helped Lech WalesaTo form Solidarity. I was poorer than now,Poor... - ['After Covid' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/05/29/after-covid-and-other-poems/): By: John Grey AFTER COVID I’m paying visitsto those I haven’t seenin the past two years. Sure, there’ve been Emails.And phone calls.But a life is more than justthe sounds it makes,the words it taps out on a keyboard. I’m knocking... - ['Gray Hair' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/24/gray-hair-unlikely-friend/): By Karen Lee Stradford Gray Hair They stick out.Silver streamers growall over my crown.Pepper my temples,peeking throughin the light. People notice my locks,and comment on the look,suggest hair dyeto cover them up. I embrace my gray.A sign of maturity,distinction.Comb themdown,but... - ['Another Closed Door Midnight' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/24/another-closed-door-midnight-and-other-poems/): By: Richard LeDue Another Closed Door Midnight The darkness always returns,even if we bury ourselves under blanketswith a thread count we bragged aboutwhile no one listened, as memoriesof naked 1 AM (when time didn’t matter)flutter like moths looking for a... - ['After Four Girls Committed Suicide By Taking Poison' n other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/23/after-four-girls-committed-suicide-by-taking-poison-n-other-poems/): By: Bhabani Bhuyan Translated from the Odia by Pitambar Naik After Four Girls Committed Suicide By Taking Poison Not to collapse, learn how to live, woman whateveryou do, whether you sell pan or vegetables, sweat orsweet, body or womb, learn... - [Say Something Funny](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/23/say-something-funny/): By: Alan Berger Been a bad dayLike the day beforeAnd the day before thatLet me sit in your living roomWith your cat on my lapSay something funnyYou know I love you like that Play your pianoIf you hit a wrong... - [From Silicon Valley Professional to Suspense Novelist: Interview with Linda Gunther](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/23/from-silicon-valley-to-suspense-novelist-interview-with-linda-gunther/): Linda S Gunther, a suspense novelist and children’s books author, tells Literary Yard in an interview about her transition from the HR role in Silicon Valley to being a fiction writer and how her first novel passed through different stages.... - ['In Theory' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/23/in-theory-and-other-poems/): By: Livio Farallo in theory on the flooris the smell of hardwoodwhich paints furnace air heavy as a swamp.the small countries of cold misti lay withhave set up snow fencesto contain flame,to twist shadowsinto ash of fallen degrees.where antlers rub... - [The Existence of One Who Writes is Evidence of....](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/22/the-existence-of-one-who-writes-is-evidence-of/): By: Duane L Herrmann When ‘Abdu’l-Bahá (Head of the Bahá’í Faith, 1892-1921) was speaking in the United States, He used the comparison of a writer’s ability to write as proof of the existence of God – an intelligent creator.  For... - [Our Only Heaven](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/22/our-only-heaven/): By: Mayumi Yamamoto Dear Mahmud, I have no idea where you have goneafter you passed away. You are a Muslim, andyou had never been religious before. Then, as you aged,you visited the mosque regularly again. Still,you insisted thatit was not... - [My favorite hymn originated in the Philippines](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/22/my-favorite-hymn-originated-in-the-philippines/): By: Mayumi Yamamoto “My favorite hymn.”This is the title I was given to write something aboutfor a quarterly magazineof our small Anglican church.But it felt very difficult to choose just one. I spent my high school dayssinging Christian hymnsevery morning... - [Legacy preserved](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/22/legacy-preserved/): By: K Vanaja Malathy My grandson with his self assembled and engineered drone,one noon, led me into the openness of a field.The drone is his self-built toy,Rubbing his sagacious nose, my little fellow explained the navigationalflight control techniques of his... - [Poetry shots on the war in Ukraine](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/20/poetry-shots-on-the-war-in-ukraine/): By: Anna Cates *Odesan outskirtsfalling on disturbed soildry locust leaf*cold Aprilheavy on his shoulderair bomb*partisans fordthe swollen river—songbirds*red horizongiving sway to bluenight’s swathing peace*war orphanswhat their eyes absorbeach snowflake*the forest’s depththose who know the waygrow only more lost*one comrade winksanother... - ['The Kite' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/20/the-kite-and-other-poems/): By: Michael C. Seeger  The Kite I carry you running across a field of grass nestledon a spectacular Sierra Nevada Mountain ridgeline in August below Heavenly ski resort high abovethe vast and noble hue of Lake Tahoe’s blueness, you are... - [The Insurance Overheated](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/20/the-insurance-overheated/): By: Todd Mercer Either nobody had information on what caused the restaurant blaze, or they’re all in on it. Each local station put out footage of smoldering char-wood that was previously the thriving Maguire’s Surf-n-Turf. Now it’s an issue of... - [Bharati Mukherjee's Desirable Daughters: "An American Adventure"](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/19/bharati-mukherjees-desirable-daughters-an-american-adventure/): By: Ramlal Agarwal Desirable Daughters is a powerful expression of the collective Indian psyche and Indian ethos. It shows how Indians are fascinated by the technological excellence, money power, and narcissistic individualism of the West and how they long to be a... - ['Sand Deep Sans Loss' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/19/sand-deep-sans-loss-and-other-poems/): By: Amrita Valan Sand Deep Sans Loss She pullsA stoical faceUpper lip pursedLower lip curled.Her grace is wooden. Hair bondingMedusa moments.Coffee cup PausesRelaxed reveries. The morning beachesshored up…Wet sand excessesCastle building halted. Sun lit waves recedeInto eavesCornices cobwebbedCreepy eerie crevices.... - ['Virtual Weather' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/19/virtual-weather-and-other-poems/): By: Thomas O’Connell Virtual Weather All my dataHas been storedIn a thunder cloudSomeday soon, it will start to rain As a downpourReleasingLapsed friend suggestionsRecently deleted emails All my bygonePhotographsEventuallyGathering in curbside puddlesSplashed onto the shoes of someone waiting for a... - [The Little Things](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/19/the-little-things/): By: Alan Berger You don’t have to look upI have the proofIt may be a thought, a bit too abruptBut we all are sleeping under the same roof And yet I am getting so used to making the same mistakesI... - [Apple Cider Vinegar](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/18/apple-cider-vinegar/): By: Anna Louise Steig The overhead fan is buzzing like a mindless insect, and I am waiting for my boyfriend to twist on the water before I let my piss spray into the toilet bowl, hoping he won’t hear the... - ['Shell Collecting' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/17/shell-collecting-and-other-poems/): By: John Grey SHELL COLLECTING Shells roll out of the ocean,former homes, having parted ways with their dead,tumble a little, then dig in as the wave recedes, for even the inanimate have instinctswhen there are strollers about, beachcombersready to stoop... - ['Mr. Mouse and Mr. Clarkes' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/17/mr-mouse-and-mr-clarkes-and-other-poems/): By: Leigh-Anne Burley Mr. Mouse and Mr. Clarkes A chunk of cheese fliesout of the mouthof a mousewhen his cornerof the universe tilts. In the opposite cornerof the universeMr. Clarkes, while eating cheeseis knocked off his stoolsending the cheeseacross the... - [Rushdie and Magic Realism](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/17/rushdie-and-magic-realism/): By: Ramlal Agarwal Magic realism is a widely used term in literary discussions, especially of novels written in the 80s and 90s of the 20th century. Gabriel Garcia Marquez and Salman Rushdie are some of its prominent practitioners. It is... - [WAR and THE PROPHET](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/16/war-and-the-prophet/): By: Linda Springhorn Gunther As a senior in high school, at just sixteen years old, I wasn’t really excited about traditional learning anymore. Even after skipping grades, I was bored. The subject content seemed too repetitive for me which led... - ['I Miss My Demon' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/16/i-miss-my-demon-and-other-poems/): By: Addehadid I Miss My Demon Always sitting among the angelsI miss my demonFighting in one’s own court, alone in the dungeonI always fought without knowing anything,Of arrogance, he has no wingsHe never counted anyone’s blessingsHe likes the lonely dress... - ['Shifting Through Photos' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/16/shifting-through-photos-and-other-poems/): By: Jim Brosnan Shifting Through Photos They never returnedto the gravel paththey hiked last Octoberor the woodland landscapewhere they spent hoursunder naked silhouettesof hickory, maple, and birch. In this photographshe wears a longblue peasant skirt,he’s in dress slacks.They carry sweatersand... - [The Fictional World of Henry James](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/15/the-fictional-world-of-henry-james/): By: Ramlal Agarwal In the second half of the 19th and the first quarter of the 20th centuries, there was a surge in creative writing and most of the masterpieces in American and European literature came out during this period,... - ['The Deer' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/15/the-deer-and-other-poems/): By J. L. Lewis The Deer I can’t say who was startled morethe white-tailed deer or myself,she in the midst of her forageand I lost to my thoughts.It was rare to see a doe alonefor they are more communalthan the... - [Indian Interpretation of " The Waste Land"](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/14/indian-interpretation-of-the-waste-land/): By: Ramlal Agarwal It is a hundred years of “The Waste Land”, and though the poem is inundated with critical commentary, research, and explanation, it still remains a puzzle for most of its readers. In this paper, an attempt has been... - ['Applause' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/14/applause-and-other-poems/): By Karen Lee Stradford Applause It’s an intimate setting.The tables are small and tallin the cafe.People clapas I walk to the podium. I wasn’t prepared to sharebut got the nerve.My notes are crumpled,cell phone in hand.The microphone is lowered. I... - [The Moon and Her Love](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/14/the-moon-and-her-love/): By: Manasi Maharana Amidst the gloominess of night,The moon instills tendernessand aroma of love. It radiates..The love that’s serene,The love that’s virtuous,The love that’s delightful.As the night deepensThe love inside intensifies.It seeketh for warmth.It urges comfort.It strives for heavenly bliss.... - [Caring for Each Other](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/14/caring-for-each-other/): By: K Vanaja Malathy A Constant two way battle between my mind and heart: the mind, the thought processor of reason and the heart the emotional tick-tock analyzed pandemic brought countless deaths and sufferance, said the mind, a powerful thinker.But... - [The Peacefulness of Fall](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/14/the-peacefulness-of-fall/): By: Bruce Levine Falling leaves in various shades and huesA metamorphosis of colorsBountiful and bold to subtle and refinedThe plumage of a peacockTransformed by Mother NatureInto a tapestry of autumn The revitalizing energy of cooling airAwakening the spirit of the... - [No harm in self-publishing: Poet Kiriti Sengupta](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/13/no-harm-in-self-publishing-poet-kiriti-sengupta/): This episode of AuthorTalks features Kiriti Sengupta, an award-winning poet who won the Rabindranath Tagore Literary Prize in 2018 for his contributions to literature. As an extraordinary poet, editor, translator, and publisher, Kiriti is a true multitasker. Through this conversation,... - [My Son’s Dream](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/12/my-sons-dream/): By: Khemendra Kamal Sarwan was cremated three days ago. Tonight, a well-known singer came to sing kirtans. The makeshift shed was full of people. A group of women encircled Sarwan’s widow, who sat lifelessly. Men formed small circles around yagona... - [Pioneer Jews of the West](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/11/pioneer-jews-of-the-west/): By William T. Hathaway Amazing but true: The first European settlers in what is now the USA weren’t English Puritans or French fur trappers but Sephardic Jews. Before the Mayflower sailed to America, Jews had fled the Spanish Inquisition and... - [Autumn](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/11/autumn/): By: Turoob Rustling leaves, swishing wind, and the chilly sightHeart bumming and bursting with echoes of delight Of goes the little boyscreaming and exulting full of joy Stunned by the alluring scene with the beautiful treesthe leaves dancing and flapping... - [Your Picture](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/11/your-picture/): By: Bruce Levine I look at your pictureYour eyes glowYour smile brightensYour beautiful countenanceFrozen in the time of a photographThe apples of your cheeksLighting your eyesWhich search deep into my soulAnd still revealThe wonder of yoursFilled to the brimAnd waiting... - [Jhumpa Lahiri’s ‘Interpreter of Maladies’: Stories of Expatriate Experience](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/10/jhumpa-lahiris-interpreter-of-maladies-stories-of-expatriate-experience/): By Ramlal Agarwal Jhumpa Lahiri, born of Bengali parents in England and brought up in America, was awarded the Pulitzer Prize in 2000 for her debut collection of short stories Interpreter of Maladies, has also won the New Yorker Prize for Best... - [Rushdie's Midnight's Children:  A Dissenting Note](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/10/rushdies-midnights-children-a-dissenting-note/): By: Ramlal Agarwal Rushdie’s Midnight’s Children won the Booker Prize and has generally been highly acclaimed. Rushdie is a representative of the post- modernism. Which David Lodge called ‘crossover fiction’ and ‘aesthetics of compromise’.  The critics and readers were impressed... - [Shashi Tharoor’s The Great Indian Novel: An epic Blunder](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/10/shashi-tharoors-the-great-indian-novel-an-epic-blunder/): By: Ramlal Agarwal Shashi Tharoor’s The Great Indian Novel has come in for high praise in India and abroad and is already in its fifth edition. Khushwant Singh called it one of the most significant books of recent times. Washington... - [Cocoa Butter Kiss](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/10/cocoa-butter-kiss/): By Domonique Cocoa Butter Kiss: A Play 1. SCENE: A caucasian wife (MARY) and husband, fully clothed, hop into bed, telling one another unaffectionately “sweet dreams”. The alarm clock reads 9:30 PM. MARY falls asleep instantly. BLACKOUT. 2. SCENE: MARY,... - ['Midnight Hour' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/09/midnight-hour/): By: Renee Williams Midnight HourAfter midnight the dogs roam the yard,our well-traveled road gone quiet.Barking,maybe other dogs, perhaps coyotes,their cries carry over miles.Stars glisten from onyx heavens.Meteors cascade,burning, burning, burning to the ground.Why are they in such a hurry to... - ['Picture This' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/09/picture-this-and-other-poems/): By Karen Lee Stradford Picture This A simple “Hello” can be spokenas we pass each other.I promise you.I want nothing more. A glance.A nod.A grin can make a differencein our day. Life is too shortto pretend we’re invisible.Never know if... - ['Tears on the tumbleweeds' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/09/tears-on-the-tumbleweeds-and-other-poems/): By: Emalisa Rose Tears on the tumbleweeds Under the cluster of cloudstears on the tumbleweedscradle your casket, withthe heart of the rain playingredemption for both of us –two stubborn sistersforsaken of chance to exchange“I forgive you’s.” ### With winter wings... - [Martin Drops Out of Fourth Grade](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/09/martin-drops-out-of-fourth-grade/): By: Michael Gigandet Martin used his elbows and hips to work his way to the end of the line of 4th graders spread across the front of the classroom. At least he could delay the humiliation coming to him which... - [Four Winter Haiku    ](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/09/four-winter-haiku/): By: Jim Bates After the snowstormWinter’s soft gentle beautySnow on evergreens. At the skating rinkHappy folks spin and swirlA winter ballet. Big cold moon risingMoonlight streaming brilliantlyIcy land sparkling. Bright morning sunBirds flit through snow covered treesSinging merrily. - [The Composer](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/09/the-composer/): By: Bruce Levine A blank sheet of music paperGroups of five lines and four spacesBlack dots and circles floating in the airFloating in space and yet to be foundTaking place in time rather than spaceElusive fragments of soundWaiting to be... - [Benhur](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/09/benhur/): By: Dhruba Jyoti Gogoi (Morning)Let the lines of palm be kept asideDon’t have wings to flyEven if a new set is madeIt is not Saturn’s Titan!!! (Destruction)Is the time without you like Achilles’ heel…?And being convicted by your complaints,I dream... - [Alexa](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/08/alexa/): By: Harvey Huddleston When people drink too much they sometimes think they see things clearly when they don’t.  Then when they stop drinking they might be able to see those things they were previously blind to.  By “blind to” I... - ['Symbolism' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/08/symbolism-and-other-poems/): By: JD DeHart Symbolism No, it does not matter which colorof undershirt I put on today. It’s nota grand symbol of what is to come. A shirt is a shirt, just like a stepon a crackis just a step –... - [I believe in moving forward: Author Bruce Levine](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/08/i-believe-in-moving-forward-author-bruce/): In a frank interview with Onkar Sharma of Literary Yard, Bruce Levine discusses his background as an author, poet and composer. He speaks openly about his personal life and how it impacts his writing. Watch the full interview at the... - [The Paint That is the World](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/07/the-paint-that-is-the-world/): By: Kindaka Jamal Sanders TIME PASSES THE TUMBLEWEED Time passes the tumbleweedAnd lightning strikes the Noble FirThat once loomed large in goat marshThe noble part of what we were. But entombed it is in the way that we wereThe prototype... - [The Beehive](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/07/the-beehive/): By: Ruth Deming O, Beatricee! The day has finally arrived. We knew it was coming, your battle with multiple myeloma.   At first, at our weekly meetings of “The Beehive,” named for you and your nearly inexhaustible knowledge of pollinators... - ['I live again' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/07/i-live-again-and-other-poems/): By: Mahathi I LIVE AGAINAt sixty plus, I start living again.I fall in love, explore new love, attuneonce more my rusted old romantic veinand pull out of the clouds, the silken moon. Mistake me not, there’s no running behindthe belles... - [Almost true](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/07/almost-true/): By: Aya Naser Qadoumi Deep conversationsLong gone sensationHopeless longingTo something fading Deep confessionHuge concessionMet by disapprovalAnd denial of feelings Love oppressed,Denied till deadBut almost trueThat love to you Deep confessionReplaced by oppressionCountless effortsTo show the opposite You say you’re doneOf... - ["Mr. Spontaneity"](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/05/mr-spontaneity/): By: Alan Swyer What hurt Lenny Greene even more than his wife’s announcement that she was moving out less than six months after their twenty-fifth anniversary was the reason Betsy gave: “I finally found someone who makes me laugh.” For... - [Scandal](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/04/scandal/): By: Anjali Paruvu  I cracked my knuckles out of boredom, even though I didn’t really know how you get the “crack” sound. I looked at Prerna on my left, who was either chanting a mantra or reading off formulas. I... - [He Never Cried](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/04/he-never-cried/): By K. A. Williams Her husband never cried. Not when his dog died. Not even when his grandmother died. Not ever. Paul was reading the newspaper and eating breakfast when the mailman shoved their mail through the slot. Liz picked... - [Patriarchy in India is beginning to crumble](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/04/patriarchy-in-india-is-beginning-to-crumble/): By William T. Hathaway Shiva Rudra Balayogi In the Vedic tradition of India the feminine side of creation is given equal importance to the masculine. The Divine Mother, Mahashakti, is revered as the primal creative energy who manifests the deities... - [The Shed](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/03/the-shed-2/): By Eric Burbridge             Harris kicked up mosquitoes and rabbits scattered on his way through the high weeds on the side of the shed. He should be ashamed for such neglect. Marilyn mentioned it, but he ignored her. High winds... - [The Wine Bottle](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/03/the-wine-bottle/): By: Bruce Levine I accept who I am – I’m an empty bottle. Is that a metaphor for my life? I ask myself.             I’d just poured two glasses of wine for dinner and finished the bottle and, as I... - [Launching Literary Yard's Youtube Channel](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/02/launching-literary-yards-youtube-channel/): If you are a published author with your poetry collection, novel, or non-fiction work, among others, you can raise a request for a video interview. We will review your request and contact you to schedule a video call using Zoom.... - [I Am in a Poetry Slump](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/02/i-am-in-a-poetry-slump/): By: Cailey Tarriane which means my words can’t come off odd because I can’t right thewrong with a blank sheet of paper,my mind is in the dark for the first time in a galaxy’s orbit-see, that pun is incorrect-every idea... - [The Old Bard’s Tale](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/01/the-old-bards-tale/): By: Henry Felerski Years ago, at this time of day he would have been found carousing, chasing women, or loudly playing music for all to hear. But now, the bard’s dark hair had faded to white and his pristine skin... - [Everything Lasts Forever](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/01/everything-lasts-forever/): By: Alan Berger Everything lasts foreverNothing goes awayPain and pleasureAre permanent residentsIn your movementsAnd your stay I tried a courseIn memory lossFor the mud in me to tossIt said get use to meThe only thing to decideIs who will be... - [Peace](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/01/peace/): By: James Aitchison Evil is inevitable.So is goodness.I know the course ofCivilizations.The wheel spins,Guiding your pure inner selfTo peace.I speak of inner safety,Release from mental torment.All men have been assignedTheir series of lives.The wheel spins their destinies,And they do not... - ['A matter of priorities' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/31/a-matter-of-priorities-and-other-poems/): By: George Freek A MATTER OF PRIORITIES (After Mei Yao Chen) Things that once matteredNow matter to meless than a bowl of rice.Stars like insectsspin across the sky,but do they even exist?Sparrows hop from branchto branch with a purpose.They don’t... - [Coffee, Please, in a Lovely Cup](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/31/coffee-please-in-a-lovely-cup/): By: Ruth Deming After my final sip of awful generic coffee, I donned my cowboy hat with latch at bottom so it wouldn’t topple off, and set out to walk the hilly block. Assiduously I avoided Bob, “the quiet man,”... - [Pond Food](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/30/pond-food/): By: Raymond Greiner Walking the aisles of the local farm and feed store I read the various labels on the multiple feed bags; sweet stuff for horses, scratch grain for chickens, meat bird, layer crumbles, chick starter and at the... - [Myrna’s Story](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/30/myrnas-story/): By: Raymond Greiner Myrna Davis was born in 1950 into a middle class family and raised in a mid-sized, mid-western town.  Myrna was an exceptionally beautiful child a direct genetic influence of her mother, who was stunningly beautiful.  Myrna’s beauty... - ['This Fall' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/28/this-fall-and-other-poems/): By: J.K. Durick This Fall After reaching its peak the trees unleaf, filllawns and baskets, whole afternoons givenover to clean up. The boys next door makepiles, stacked just right for jumping, the joyof loud voices greets this world of wanwoodleafmeal... - [Lawnmower Man](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/28/lawnmower-man/): By: Cameron Crosby LAWNMOWER MAN He sits on the throne of his lawnmower Like it’s a brand new Cadillac Placing a cigarette between his lips Turning it on, letting it roar Smoke billows from his mouth And the mower, Barbed... - [Dreaming Backward](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/28/dreaming-backward/): By: Mary Grimm I was someone else, a younger woman who was polite and shy. I was on a family vacation except it was not my family I was looking for a dentist but he had moved out and his... - [The Word Unspoken](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/27/the-word-unspoken/): By: David R. Topper I’ve known her for over a year. A whole year. But I never thought about her that way. Well, really, I hardly ever thought about her at all. Except when I saw her in the store.... - ['It Pours' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/27/it-pours-and-other-poems/): By: Meghan Doran   It PoursWhen it rains grandma says hey is for horses and a watched pot never boils and needs must and grandpa says Thomas Jefferson was a deist and Ted Kennedy was a sonofabitch and he summons the... - [Four Fall Haiku 2](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/26/four-fall-haiku-2/): By: Jim Bates Walking peaceful woodsSurrounded by Nature’s giftsProfound sense of joy. Unrelenting WindRoaring through an autumn nightA freight train racing. Calm November dayLast leaves drift softly landingLightly like feathers. Fresh snow transformingBrown ground to a wonderlandSo cheerful and bright. - [No time for heroes](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/26/no-time-for-heroes/): By: Josephine Rudolf She was perfect, no she wasn’t. She was so far beyond that. She was the warm blanket on a rainy day, yet at the same time, if you were a plant, she would be the rain after... - [Draupadi](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/26/draupadi/): By: Amrita Valan “Share equally amongst all five of you!”A praying mother’s dictumBefore even a glimpseOf the prize Arjun brought. When the stately matron turns,To her dismay she realises,She has made Arjun’s brideFair award of five brothers. But.Wait.She never said... - [Falsehood](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/26/falsehood/): By: Chahra BELOUFA Today I knew who is best my shoulderTo tear pity and enfold no heart’s orderSince happiness substance I’m drinking it colder!Who is silly and grew on sensitiveness fonderOnly to feel and be never feltLike the Stonehenge of... - [Beauty and the Bone Dancer](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/26/beauty-and-the-bone-dancer/): By: John Thomas Allen        Onomatopoeia’s clinical thread:         the pulse and click of doctor’s          shoes, oath often a mere wishbone:         And how can this be, but it... - ['Garbled Voices' and other works](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/26/garbled-voices-and-other-works/): By: Howie Good Garbled Voices Is it legal to walk around naked in your backyard? Only when someone has experienced it themselves can they truly judge. As the theory of reversibility states, the ice on ponds is never 100 percent... - [Wishing](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/26/wishing/): By: Laura Stamps Rupert, Myrtle, Glory, Monkey, Puff, Bear, Pretzel, Snickers, and Lockeye. Can you believe it? These names. These dogs. The dogs that belong to the subscribers. Of this dog magazine. But who are these people? I mean, who... - [Some Other Day](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/26/some-other-day/): By: Alan Berger Why not tell meAll about your troublesAnd I’ll tell youAll about mineThenWe could do somethingOr nothing About themSome other time Why not tell meWhat you have been throughAnd I’ll tell you How I got throughBut firstAnswer me... - [Devoted to You](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/26/devoted-to-you/): By: Ruth Deming Doctor Foxhall, my primary care doctor, wrote his patients a generic letter suggesting we investigate a new health care plan called “Devoted Health Care.” I grabbed my “Everything Notebook” and dialed the 800 number. “Brandon” was the... - [A Non-Stressful Party](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/26/a-non-stressful-party/): By: Cailey Tarriane I wrote and it made me happy,I smiled and it may be the truth. They’re my friends and they talked jovially,They’re laughing and I may join them unforced and for real.Everyone looked up at me, everyone felt... - [In 1972, Lest We Forget](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/23/in-1972-lest-we-forget/): By: Mayumi Yamamoto “Our heroes were poets, and poets were our heroes,”—Dr. Jose Dalisay Jr. My dear beloved Filipino poet, 1.Today is September 21, 2022. You told me thattoday, you attended a small eventcommemorating the 50th anniversary of martial law... - [The broken soul in my homeland](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/23/the-broken-soul-in-my-homeland/): By: Paweł Markiewicz When I was in the Osuszek-grove for the first time, I was fully grown. I went there on a bike after finding out about it on the internet, a few years ago. I drove south through my... - ['Cherish The Memory of the Heaven' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/22/cherish-the-memory-of-the-heaven-and-other-poems/): By Chinese Poet Yuan HongriTranslated by Yuanbing Zhang Cherish The Memory of the Heaven Today I would like to thank the world that looks like the hell.It makes the fire that cherish the memory of the Heaven burning inside me;it... - ['The Unending Road' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/21/the-unending-road-and-other-poems/): By: Parama Naik The Unending Road The feet suffer from sunburns, there’s an eruptionof the lava in the belly, it’s stretching out likethe radius of the sea after being swollen by themelting glaciers caused by global warminganytime the flesh, bone... - ['Introduction to the myth' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/21/introduction-to-the-myth-and-other-poems/): By: Pawel Markiewicz Introduction to the myth The myth has happened in darkness of forest,near the old druidic altar with the stone.It was foggy then, shrouded in last summer.Here a fawn was born at dawn and morn – no woe!... - [Chaotic](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/21/chaotic/): By: Hend Hamed Ezzeldin I am bad, yes, I know.Not that bad,Though …Sometimes I’m acceptable.At times, I’m good ..But at others, I’m imperious,Intractable,My actions could spark conflagrations,And suddenlyPut them out.I am faith,But I’m also doubt.Deep inside-out; mayhem,It’s complicated.I’m calm.I’m dyspeptic.The... - ['Calves' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/21/calves-and-other-poems/): By: Stephen Kingsnorth Calves It is as when the children leave,the focus of safe spaces shiftsfrom little ones on mothers’ milkto youths who know escaped abuse,now cannon fodder, range of guns,used weapons in power playing gangs.Momentum swings from playground placewhere... - [PTSD Again](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/21/ptsd-again/): By: William Ellis Could haveWould haveShould haveI was silenced.My vocal chords were slashed.My voice was kept in a jar for them to mock.I never consented to their little childish experiment.Who said it was ok to cage me like an insect... - ['The Many Reasons to Kill a Spider' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/21/the-many-reasons-to-kill-a-spider-and-other-poems/): By: Ethan Goffman The Many Reasons to Kill a Spider After hauling junk out of the shed one sickly sticky sweaty morning, separating it into trash and salvageable goods, scrubbing the filthiest corners, ending up coated in grease and dirt,... - [Should Vaping be Banned? ](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/21/should-vaping-be-banned/): By: Michelle Kim             “More than 16 million Americans live with a smoking-related disease” (cdc.gov). For many years, smoking has become engraved in our culture. However, over the past several decades, cigarette smoking has declined significantly in the U.S among... - ['the true riverdale' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/21/the-true-riverdale-and-other-poems/): By: Mike Zone the true riverdale Archie and Jughead were loversBetty and Veronica?He could never decide“because you really want toand resist the natureof needing to get theminto a three-way.”Mr. Weatherbee salivatedPimping bothArchie and Jugheadoutin draglookingjust likeBetty and Veronaalready pimped outon... - [The unlimited being ](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/21/the-unlimited-being/): By: James Aitchison No man has the rightto limit the beingsaround him.In the same way,the man who seeks toframe the passage of historyfor his own advantagewill fail.Only the wheel is the arbiter,not man.All lives are lived withmeasures of good and... - ['Commodity' and other drabbles](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/20/commodity-and-other-drabbles/): By: Ken Poyner COMMODITY Fog is so thick at one end of the bridge, it looks like cars are escaping both into and from it. Fog is apolitical, amoral. Fog itself does not matter, only the purposes it is put... - ['Glow' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/20/glow-and-other-poems/): By: Michael C. Seeger GLOW Today I felt gladthe sun rose onour quiet neighborhood.Hummingbirds camevisiting the feedersall filled with nectar,like the wordsyour lips heldand continue to holdfor me. Whatever painI was feelingwas not felt. Bending downin the yardto pull a... - [Thank You For Asking](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/20/thank-you-for-asking/): By: Sheila Henry I am well, thank youYou asked meHow am I doingIn times when I could not find my wayYou rose beyond the cloudsAnd made yourself into the moonTo give light to my darkened pathYou opened your eyesAnd revealed... - [Brightest in the Dark](https://literaryyard.com/2022/10/20/brightest-in-the-dark/): By: Cailey Tarriane I had two choices.Hide from the light, transform into the light of my life.Or glow in the darkEmbrace the flaws, pay off my debts to the world. The bone-rattling burden of choosing what is rightwas when one... - ['Black Madonna' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/10/04/black-madonna-and-other-poems/): By: Kindaka Jamal Sanders To Grieve and to Love To grieveAnd to love.To believeand to fail.As we grieve for the world,Who grievesfor the children in us?As we believe in the world.Who will believe in the realness in us?To be deceived And still... - [Lucky Thirteen and the Death of the American Dream](https://literaryyard.com/2023/10/03/lucky-thirteen-and-the-death-of-the-american-dream/): By: Brian Michael Barbeito Cabbie  He drives through the highways and the inner roads. He is older now, and lived in Michigan. In fact, Michigan must have been his hey day, speaking colloquially, for he mentions it a lot. We... - [A Better Me](https://literaryyard.com/2023/10/03/a-better-me/): By Vanaja Malathy The enchanting Denver city in the US that I have come to stay in, has beautiful parks. In spring and summer, it’s a treat to walk in these parks. My daily routine included a morning walk in... - ['Orange maple leaves glow' and other fall haiku](https://literaryyard.com/2023/10/02/orange-maple-leaves-glow-and-other-fall-haiku/): By: Jim Bates Orange maple leaves glowFloat down beneath a blue skyLike flaming feathers.***Burgandy sumacFiery in day’s last lightWarming to the soul. *** Rolling Bluff CountryBurnished hills of siennaLifts a heart to joy. *** Brilliant fall shorelineReflected in a calm... - [Songs of Love and Mourning](https://literaryyard.com/2023/10/02/songs-of-love-and-mourning/): By: Brian Michael Barbeito  Songs of Love and Mourning, 4:07 on the Clock, Kaleidoscope Travel Observations  Princess America and the Desert Wind The bus goes through the desert beige and I fall quickly and quietly in love with the world... - [Fall Awakening](https://literaryyard.com/2023/10/02/fall-awakening/): By: Bruce Levine The lethargy of summer lessensAs fall breezes begin to arriveSubtle changesMarking off days on the calendarYet roses bloom and trees stay greenA lovely timeFilled with expectationFall festivals highlighting the seasonTransitions of time and placeSymphonies of light and... - ['At Blake's Funeral' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/09/26/at-blakes-funeral-and-other-poems/): By: John Grey AT BLAKE’S FUNERAL We were wrongto think that we werefull of meaningand that the problem wasthat we just couldn’texpress ourselves. No, we were zombiesmarching in stepwith a casket, doingour best to hold ontowhat was already lost to... - ['Rediscovering Lost Worlds' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/09/26/rediscovering-lost-worlds-and-other-poems/): By: Ray Whitaker REDISCOVERING LOST WORLDS A waterfall plunges hundreds of feetdown into a chasmonly flown into by hummingbirdsthey dip into the edges of the cascading waterand slipping thru the rainbows of red, blue, yellow and purpledown there. Green vegetation... - [The Day of Curried Fish](https://literaryyard.com/2023/09/25/the-day-of-curried-fish/): By: KJ Hannah Greenberg Zindzi peeled, washed, and then diced four onions. She added them to a pan. Thereafter, she washed and diced three tomatoes and added those vegetables, too. As they stewed, she checked, washed, and diced generous handfuls... - ['Ignis Fatuus' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/09/22/ignis-fatuus-and-other-poems/): By: Brenton Booth Ignis Fatuus What a special periodit was. Living in aminiscule apartmentin the red-light district.Without family. Withoutfriends. Withoutfemales. Without sex.Just books, books–books! And the beliefI would be as greatas the authors of thoseincredible works.Magical years standingmiles ahead of... - [Chasing Shadow Lines: Shadow Lines by Amitav Ghosh](https://literaryyard.com/2023/09/17/chasing-shadow-lines-shadow-lines-by-amitav-ghosh/): By: Ramlal Agarwal The Shadow Lines by Amitav Ghosh takes its readers back and forth from Dhaka to Calcutta to London, from the past to the present, with a gathering of characters from three countries and three generations who connect... - ['Mask' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/09/17/mask-and-other-poems/): By: Aurora Skye Mask Your broken childhood was litteredby the shadows of monsters, unleashedto a chorus of screams. There liesyour father, below him your shattereddreams, that have slipped throughyour fingers like sand. The monstersemerge through the mist, taunting,the worst one... - [The Pack](https://literaryyard.com/2023/09/16/the-pack/): By Daniel Pratt Part One Alpha’s nose quivered as the acrid scent of disease in his prey rushed to greet him.  He hesitated a moment before signaling to the rest of the pack that the old doe was to be... - ['Eyes of Deception' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/09/16/eyes-of-deception-and-other-poems/): By: Alshaad Kara  “Destiny” I am living those nightsWithout your smileAnd your happiness. If only you wereBy my side,I could lean on yourShoulders. But here I am,Promising toFulfilYour wishOf seeing meSuccessful. Despite theNightly gaze,I am submergedIn living in the pastWith... - [Wright County](https://literaryyard.com/2023/09/16/wright-county/): By: Jim Bates The last week in JanuaryRolling rural farmlandNighttime deep and stillStars floating in a cosmic hazeHe stands in wonderThe old farmhouse a dream come trueEscape from the cityTo thisTo the countryTo the deep stillness and peace and quietCornfields... - [In Search Of Happiness](https://literaryyard.com/2023/09/14/in-search-of-happiness/): By: Rimli Bhattacharya The lyrics wouldn’t leave my head. The case was similar with my daughter as well. Upon returning home we tuned in to the famous YouTube our savior and resigned to our fates. We finally could call it... - [The Competition](https://literaryyard.com/2023/09/14/the-competition/): By: Georgios Karagiannis Steve and his brother Bill walked down the narrow dirt road, towards the river. It was still dark outside and cold, but they didn’t mind. They snuck out right before dawn, while dad was snoring on the... - ['Instant Crush' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/09/14/instant-crush-and-other-poems/): By: Don Kingfisher Campbell Instant Crush stepin your shoeson a sidewalkant take your sandalin your hand and smasha spider perchedon a tiled shower wall walk intoa car crusherand sitdown fly a helicopteror plane atfull speed into a hillsideor tall building... - ['Without the Red' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/09/13/without-the-red-and-other-poems/): By: Dr. Ernest Williamson III Without the RedFor Lady Canada Before she laid with me under the sun,we dreamt awake our dine. Rapt.Together. Penning to die Lady Septemberin Red October. Guess how we eloped without you?two toasts froth with endlessness.... - ['Suburban Neighborhood Pastoral' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/09/13/suburban-neighborhood-pastoral-and-other-poems/): By: Michelle Reale  Suburban Neighborhood Pastoral The gray squirrel under the bald tire. The faded beach towels over the front porch railing. Little girls with dirty hair and flip flops. The buzz and drone of a lawnmower. The small plastic... - [Much to build, much to restore: T.S. Eliot's challenge to our culture](https://literaryyard.com/2023/09/13/much-to-build-much-to-restore-t-s-eliots-challenge-to-our-culture/): By: Ben Cribbin At first reading, T.S Eliot’s Choruses from ‘The Rock’ seem like something of a literary joke. Their form is odd: The Rock was a verse play written to raise money for new churches in London. Eliot supplied... - [Enactus Ramjas: Empowering Communities Through Education and Development](https://literaryyard.com/2023/09/13/enactus-ramjas-empowering-communities-through-education-and-development/): Enactus Ramjas, a society at Delhi University founded in 2011, is known for its dedication to addressing societal and environmental challenges through entrepreneurial action. Their projects focus on gender parity, financial literacy, clean water, and empowering youth, addressing issues like... - [A Different Kind of Bond](https://literaryyard.com/2023/09/12/a-different-kind-of-bond/): By: Priyanshi Agarwal On the face it brought a bright beamThinking about them in a daydreamTaking out time even when you are busyTalking to them sometimes made you sillyStomach had butterfliesEyes shined like fireflies It was not a crushThough it... - ['Sideways Movements' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/09/11/sideways-movements-and-other-poems/): By: KJ Hannah Greenberg Sideways Movements To shy, to surreptitiously slide from moment to momentCould bring about vermiculated communications, elseConflict among rimose relations, also rime, snow, mostForms of chilled existence. Humoral problems typically originate when loved ones’Vagarities leak. Such capriciousness... - ['Imagine' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/09/10/imagine-and-other-poems/): By: Joan McNerney Imagine Imagine to be a birdslicing air with wings. Up up over that horizonsoaring through cloudsaway from solemn earth. Shining, shimmeringfar above this sphereinto clear blue light. Cutting through skygliding over oceanseyes open all seeing. Awake all... - ['J C Penny' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/09/10/j-c-penny-and-other-poems/): By: Wayne F. Burke J C Penny “Keep your hands to yourselves,” Grandmacrabs aswe walk down the carpeted aisle.“Do not touch anything!” My brother has to touch somethingand is slappedand bawlsand is told to sitwhile Grandma picks out clothesfor us... - ['Where Icarus Went' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/09/08/where-icarus-went-and-other-poems/): By: S. Philips Where Icarus Went Weary winter light Come the rye Think I'll leave this bed Can’t trust it anymore After last night When I was Flat on my back bare face to the ceiling Gravity and cool white... - ['I’m in Love with Walt Whitman' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/09/07/im-in-love-with-walt-whitman-and-other-poems/): By: Ellison Henderson I’m in Love with Walt Whitman What an idea! That one can be a ruler of life.It’s possible to exist and dance and bein a field of nothing but grass and windI want—I will be the one... - [A Midsummer Dream](https://literaryyard.com/2023/09/07/a-midsummer-dream/): By: Pramod Rastogi Walking up a mountainous pathI saw you bathingUnder a cascade not too highIn its languid flow.Draped in white linenYou stood, eyes closed,Arms held above the foreheadAs if in a still-dancing pose.Hypnotized, I stood there,Witness to this heavenly... - ['Autumn leaves falling' and fall haiku](https://literaryyard.com/2023/09/07/autumn-leaves-falling-and-fall-haiku/): By: Jim Bates Autumn leaves fallingSo many golden daydreamsYearning to come true. ¬¬ Autumn afternoonAroma of burning leavesMemories so dear.¬¬ Big bright yellow moonFloating like a lemon dropSweetly in the sky. - [The Gap Year](https://literaryyard.com/2023/09/07/the-gap-year/): By: Karlie Taylor On the night before I graduated from college, I could not sleep because I was thinking about Jesus, not in the deep, philosophical kind of way, but the human kind of way. See, I’ve got this picture... - [Crochet Essay](https://literaryyard.com/2023/09/07/crochet-essay/): By: Heidi Wong It was summer last year when I noticed crocheted clothing was trendy among my generation. I was mesmerized by the sight of colorful, soft yarn and the way that it was meticulously stitched together to create a... - [Navigating a Bicultural Identity: Embracing the Best of Both Worlds](https://literaryyard.com/2023/09/07/navigating-a-bicultural-identity-embracing-the-best-of-both-worlds/): By: Christine Yi As someone from a multicultural background, it can be difficult to fully embrace and live in both cultures daily. I know I’m not alone in this struggle, as many people with multicultural backgrounds encounter similar challenges when... - ['Love Trail' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/09/04/love-trail/): By: Dennis Williams           Love Trail As the sun peeps beyond the haze, two lovers set foot for the deep cool woodland, just us, just two lovers, wet from the early morn dew, steadfast in a journey to wherever the... - [Cemetery Police](https://literaryyard.com/2023/09/04/cemetery-police/): By: Carl Papa Palmer Ceremonial cults of self-martyred widowscommemorating grief with daily pilgrimagegladly bearing the burden of grave site visitsas purported auditors assessing each and allburial plots for familial survivor upkeep. Every headstone birthday and death datecelebrated, observed and bear... - ['Envisaging Vacation' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/09/04/envisaging-vacation-and-other-poems/): By: KJ Hannah Greenberg Envisaging Vacation Book closed, newspaper folded, partners nod, envisaging vacation.No fancy doormen, elegant eateries, else extensive tours grow intoElements of their dream. Rather, slumber parties, time for hot breakfasts, electronic devices notConsulted more than six times/day,... - ['I Will Daily Love You' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/09/03/i-will-daily-love-you-and-other-poems/): By Linda Woody Griffin I Will Daily Love You Though years have passed – I still think of you,Emotions run deep and tears fall too.Your leaving took my breath away,My only wish was for you to stay. I know in... - ['A Game of Seasons' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/09/01/a-game-of-seasons-and-other-poems/): By: Ann Christine Tabaka A Game of Seasons The snow fell. Icey winds blew. You wanted summer.I could not give it to you. You walked away holding knife & fork, searching for a feast. Mouths openedon request. Food shoveled out... - [The path to wisdom](https://literaryyard.com/2023/09/01/the-path-to-wisdom/): By: James Aitchison See life,not with earthly eyes,but through the eternal eyes ofa soul seeking its source.See lifethat provides nothing more rewarding thanknowledge of the self.Seek only the truthof being and living and dying.The soul needs timeto fulfil itself.It will... - [The Residential Aliens](https://literaryyard.com/2023/09/01/the-residential-aliens/): By: Tom Ball People told me I was an alien and not from Earth. Until recently humans didn’t use most of their brain. But, us aliens, helped humans to utilize their whole brain and made even ordinary people into geniuses.... - [Burnt Sienna](https://literaryyard.com/2023/09/01/burnt-sienna/): By: Jim Bates Fall was her favorite seasonShe walked woodland trailsCollecting leaves and weeds and grassesSmiling and happy. Sometimes she’d take him alongHolding his tiny handHe’d follow her leadThey carefully gathered leavesMarveling at their beautyRed and orange and burnt siennaSpecial... - [The Debt](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/31/the-debt/): By: Sujon Ganguly Chapter 1 Sunday afternoons were a sanctuary of tranquillity for Anjan. As the sun cast a warm glow through the curtains, he relished the simple pleasure of taking a shower, a brief respite from the demands of... - [What’s in a name?](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/30/whats-in-a-name/): By: Khemendra Kumar The eclipse lasted for an hour before rainstorms, thunder, and lightning struck in unison as never seen before. Many villagers thought that someone had infuriated Indra, the God of Weather. In anger, it seemed he had unleashed... - [Cradle to the grave](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/29/cradle-to-the-grave/): By John Paul Lama             It all began with a careless act.             Francis Reynaldo Santones and Sonya Clarisse Amata were a young couple in the Philippines with a problem. He got her pregnant, and they were clearly unprepared for... - ['Housefly' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/29/housefly-and-other-poems/): By: D A Angelo Housefly A man accidentally swallowed a fly and didn’t turn into one. A fruit machine of quantum mechanics pulled its arm like a Douglas Adams plot device and the man shifted into a ham sandwich, a... - [The Pinball Machine of My Mind](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/29/the-pinball-machine-of-my-mind/): By: Bruce Levine I never thought I was very smart. When it came to gray matter, I always felt that I was rather deficient. In addition to that sense of deficiency I believed that there’s the ratio of diminishing returns.... - [A Life Lesson](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/29/a-life-lesson/): By: Bruce Levine Life often takesTwists and turnsProfusion of desiresOr goals yet definedPassions arousedBy inflated egosPretentious praiseUnwanted and under-fedSuccesses dismantledLike simple equationsThe highways forgottenRoads erased from mapsA simple rejoinderWhen life seems dismemberedA salve to the soulOr simply a laughThe times... - ['Virtue Signaling' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/29/virtue-signaling-and-other-poems/): By: KJ Hannah Greenberg Virtue Signaling Publicly expressing opinions to demonstrate sagacious character is awfully fraudulent,A mockery of essential issues. One’s moral “correctness,” on matters seldom merits reader tillage, the likes of whichAre useless against woke mobs. Riffs rarely compensate... - ['The Call' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/28/the-call-and-other-poems/): By: J. B. Fite  The Call Who calls to me in the morningAnd bids me then rise and followJust as the new day is dawning?Sloth-I would answer “Tomorrow”And sleep through the hours passingWith a hundred dreams all hollow. I do... - [Leaving Chase](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/27/leaving-chase/): By Marieke Steiner It’s dark out with just a fingernail of moon and no real streetlights on over the backcountry roads the night I decide to put Chase, my ex-girlfriend’s dog, out to pasture. As soon as I get her... - ['It is Summer' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/27/it-is-summer-and-other-poems/): By: Puneet Kumar  It is Summer It is summerThe sun is roughI am on the streetFull of sweat I am thirstyI need waterI can’t find it hereI can’t bear it any longer I see an ice-cream parlorIt is not far... - [Immersed in Wildlife](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/27/immersed-in-wildlife/): By: Karen O’Leary I rest in tranquility,Meshed in peace.My heart embracesExternal paradise.Robins and bluebirds’Songs serenade me,Each slow step,Dancing with grace. Images, unspoiledNestle in harmony, Within my heart,Its refreshmentLonging to keepDancing instead…Life keeps meIntrenched inForever demands,Ever noisy cubes. - ['Summertime Garden' and other summer haiku](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/26/summertime-garden-and-other-summer-haiku/): By: Jim Bates Summertime gardenFlowers so bright and cheerfulRefreshing the soul. Early morning dewDelightful Dancing DropletsSparkling in the sun. Dragonflies dartingThrough lush gardens reflectingSunset’s fading light. Deep blue turquoise skyBig white puffy clouds floatingSoothingly serene. Garden in full bloomBright scented... - [A Final Message](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/25/a-final-message/): By: Don Tassone I have a story I’ve never told anyone.  I thought I’d take it to my grave, but dying changes the way you think.      In the time I have left, I’m going to write it down.  Maybe... - ['Incarceration' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/24/incarceration-and-other-poems/): By: Srinaath Perangur Incarceration I have known who they aresince I was littleI’ve seen himlike this. Reading theEconomist. Hidden in his bag:littlebottles of vodka. Willfulit is a different kind of forgetting altogether.I search for himThree quarters of a blueberry muffin... - [Don’t Cancel The Great Gatsby](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/23/dont-cancel-the-great-gatsby/): By: Jodi Nathanson I have read and re-read The Great Gatsby so many times that I can recite its lyrical and descriptive passages from memory. My first encounter with this classic of the Jazz Age was in high school in... - [What the dickens, Miss Havisham!](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/22/what-the-dickens-miss-havisham/): By: James Aitchison One of literature’s great mysteries concerns Miss Havisham in Great Expectations.  Did the real Miss Havisham live in Sydney, Australia?  And if so, how the dickens did Charles Dickens hear about her? Well, the first myth we... - [A Mark On My Face: Bindi](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/21/a-mark-on-my-face-bindi/): By Vanaja Malathy An AI-generated image of a woman with a Bindi on her forehead “There’s a mark on your face.”  I was on my walk in a beautiful park in Denver, when a four-year-old little girl’s attention drew close... - [Norwalk](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/21/norwalk/): By: Rachel Chitofu Because in the past, you fell in love with the wrong woman,when I show you the scar of my heart’s sparked love for you,you mistake its burning intensity for infidelity or insult.Its redness resembles a moon’s incongruous... - [the tarot reader blues](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/21/the-tarot-reader-blues/): By: Brian Michael Barbeito it was a long day. sometimes the rains arrived out of nowhere and other times the impossibly hot sun that also blinded us. I was sitting beside the tarot reader at a fair. heck, i thought,... - ['Debby' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/21/debby-and-other-poems/): By: Michael Craig Debby No diamond in the rough.This woman so exquisitely cut.Set within her, a heart of gold.One that tarnish shall never dull.A beauty so very desired,even artists are inspired.So stunning, an impact,never before seen or heard.When painted on... - ['Eggs' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/20/eggs-and-other-poems/): By: Jacob Keating Eggs Under soft sun you make eggs in the morning.It’s distressing me how little you look at the pan.Wrapped up in amber, and tangents about something or other. Perched on the kitchen counter, spatula as a microphone,You... - [The engraved door](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/20/the-engraved-door/): By: Leena Adhvaryu A doorisaboundary.Itcanbeclosed;itshuts off.Butitcanbeanentrancetoo,athresholdtocross,a pathtobegin,towalk togetheroralone. - [As Summer Begins](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/19/as-summer-begins/): By: Bruce Levine Seasonal rotationSpring through winterThe calendar cyclesBirth to deathTime chasesThrough the universeAs planets trace circlesAround the sunRevolutions and evolutionsCascading raindropsShowering the earthGiving birth to the cycleSetting forth the regenerationAs it progresses to fulfillmentCulminating at the harvestWith time for... - ['Across Time' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/19/across-time-and-other-poems/): By John RC Potter Across Time Across the reflections of time, I see you.I bite my lip, murmur your name, and remember.The memories come back so rapidly,but I do not call your name, no.Instead, I brush the hair from my... - ['Icarus' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/19/icarus-and-other-poems/): By: Jessica Goebel Icarus You were trapped in darkness,And I tried to bring the sun to you.But I became the sun to you,And you to me. Yet I didn’t see.I wish I could forget the things you said to me,Exquisite... - ['Rhetorical' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/19/rhetorical-and-other-poems/): By: Will Hemmer Rhetorical We all know (don’t we?) that a flybuzzing against a windowpanecould be a metaphor (couldn’t it?). At the dull whirr and bumpwe acknowledge the futility,admire, perhaps, the frantic persistence? Restraining our urge to swat itwhile we... - [In the Time of Wild-Eyed Prophets and Grocery Carts](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/19/in-the-time-of-wild-eyed-prophets-and-grocery-carts/): By: Brian Michael Barbeito Do you know when it is the middle of dusk and you are in the centre of a liminal time? People don’t talk about the middle of dusk, or not so much, eh. I was on... - ['A Proper Duke of Devonshire' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/19/a-proper-duke-of-devonshire-and-other-poems/): By: KJ Hannah Greenberg A Proper Duke of Devonshire He bit the apple, a proper Duke of Devonshire.The fruit’s tang, almost piquant, certainly sour,Swirled; he crunched rhythmically to big ideasHe knew tree gifts ought not to be consideredLagniappes. Regarding to... - ['Cause' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/18/cause-and-other-poems/): By: Ken Poyner CAUSE The voice comes from somewhere in the domesticated swamp behind Quibble’s house. Deep and worried with the wind, it stumbles onto the back porch and can be felt low in the bones of anyone posted there.... - [Fascination](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/18/fascination/): By Karen Lee Stradford It’s just an ordinary dayof chores.I can’t say that I’m boredbut would like to dosomething exciting. The supermarket is my first stop,crowded aisles,so I push through self-checkout.Solicitors wait for me as I exit. With less than... - ['Large Lawns' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/17/large-lawns-and-other-poems/): By: Daril Bentley Large Lawns The good chur-chgoerswill, Idling tomorrowand cur-sing the national Newsand Saturdaymowers That haltingly go,stillin plush pews Wor-ship what theymow. Refiners of Games Our jacks and pick-up-sticks become the tanglesof the politically invested—our toss-rings and marblesthe rollings-round... - ['Surf the Apocalypse' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/17/surf-the-apocalypse-and-other-poems/): By: William T. Hathaway Surf the Apocalypse We stand on doomsday’s beachwatching waves rise and crash,breathing the brisk and final breeze.Shiva holds in one of his four armsa surfboard carved from a bodhi tree,His partner Durga and their son Ganeshstand... - [Warriors Like Sheep Thistles](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/17/warriors-like-sheep-thistles/): By: Daniel de Culla SHE WARRIOR This lady has ridden the busThat, for the pints that she wearsShe looks like a warrior.We have heard her sayWhen she has seizedTo the bus bar:-It’s freezing.She has made me rememberTo that warrior woman(I... - [Castaneda Note](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/17/castaneda-note/): By: Brian Michael Barbeito  Castaneda is an interesting figure. I read his books, right up to what I believe was the last one, The Art of Dreaming. I also read the book about him and his work called Carlos Castaneda,... - [After a dinner](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/16/after-a-dinner/): By: Ruth Z. Deming After a dinner of thawed pepperoni pizza, fingerlickin baby carrots and a carton of strawberry milk, he began his pleas. Mom! Dad! Please. Please, lemme ride my scooter round the bend and I never, I promise... - [The Crew of the Jolly Roger](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/15/the-crew-of-the-jolly-roger/): By: Todd Mercer Four nights we dug a tunnel from the basement of the Jolly Roger pub to a spot directly below the vault of a bank. If you read the news much, you know which bank. We dug it... - [Birdwatching](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/15/birdwatching/): By: Jim Bates Meadowlark on a telephone wireYellow breast feathers shining brightlyBackyard summertime sunPausing from a game of catch listeningThe trilling song of wonder filling the airThe boy smiledHe tossed his younger brother the baseball and set his mitt down“What’s... - [Sahana Ahmed's journey of self-discovery and growth](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/14/sahana-ahmeds-journey-of-self-discovery-and-growth/): Imagine a moment when your own child turns to you and says, “Mom, you don’t do anything.” This was exactly what Sahana faced in 2016 when her daughter expressed these words. Determined to set a positive example, Sahana embarked on... - ['Black Cadillac' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/14/black-cadillac-and-other-poems/): By Karen Lee Stradford Black Cadillac Daddy’s gone.The scent of his colognestill lingersas I enter,4-door Deville sitsin the cold garagewaiting to ride again.Tank full of gas,dusty hoodreadyto see the road. Glove compartmentpacked withCDs and tissues,masks in the console.Las Vegas hat... - ['Living Anguish' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/14/living-anguish-and-other-poems/): By: Michael Craig Living Anguish A Loss so unfair worse the life left in total despair Silently in the night or on the busiest of days Unrelenting this fatal pain a true love sustains An emptiness no one can fill,... - ['Refuge' a poem by James Aitchison](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/14/refuge-a-poem-by-james-aitchison/): By: James Aitchison Take refuge in the eternal.It is not complex.Ignore the world around you;it is not your time and place,it is impermanent.I am the eternal voicethat speaks to all men,in every one of their stages.You have been given a... - [Review: 'Death is a Great Disguiser’ …a Santa Cruz Murder Mystery by Linda S. Gunther](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/12/review-death-is-a-great-disguiser-a-santa-cruz-murder-mystery-by-linda-s-gunther/): By Onkar Sharma Linda S. Gunther’s investigative novel, Death is a Great Disguiser, intricately weaves a tapestry of suspense and mystery that keeps readers hooked from the first page to the last. Set against the backdrop of the COVID-19 pandemic,... - [The Crimson Killer](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/12/the-crimson-killer/): By: David William Jurgenson I exhale a ball of inky white cigarette smoke and narrow my eyes. “We know it’s you Hooper. We know you’re the Crimson Killer. CSI ran an analysis on the killer’s hair we found on the... - [A Tiny Red Skirt](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/11/a-tiny-red-skirt/): By Patty Somlo             By the time I got a job at The Boathouse, I had been a waitress for years, first while a sophomore at American University, in Washington, D.C. During my one semester at the on-campus bar, The... - ['Blood Suckers' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/11/blood-suckers-and-other-poems/): By: Mary Bone Blood Suckers I carried them through deep brushand high grass.My paws try to scratch them out of my fur.Ticks and fleas drain my energy.A flea collar was attached to my neck.This was my only relief froman onslaught... - [Preparation](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/11/preparation/): By: Mayumi Yamamoto I call her more often than before – before she’s gone. Louder. Sometimes, I even shout out her name when I stay alone at home. If someone sees me doing so, I would be mistaken as an... - [Abdul Mannan’s Laws, Unlaws, Above-Laws, Outlaws and In-Laws: An Insightful Observation](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/09/abdul-mannans-laws-unlaws-above-laws-outlaws-and-in-laws-an-insightful-observation/): By: Mohammad Jashim Uddin A parliamentarian is an expert in interpreting and applying the “Rules of Order” for meetings of deliberative assemblies. These rules, such as Robert’s Rules of Order Newly Revised, enable groups to efficiently and fairly discuss and determine... - ['The Junction of Wisdom and Words' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/08/the-junction-of-wisdom-and-words-and-other-poems/): By: KJ Hannah Greenberg The Junction of Wisdom and Words Given crucial, cultural states of affairs, moppets acquire inadequate guidance onProviding vocabulary suitable to denote their desires for dolls, trucks, lollies, etc.Big people oft ignore all utilitarian similitude, including kids’... - [Lilacs](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/08/lilacs-stephen-faulkner/): By: Stephen Faulkner                A man and a woman sit on opposite ends of a park bench from one another. Both are solitarily heedless of all that goes on around them, even of each other. Each is lost in his... - [Hot outside as a panting dog with tongue](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/08/hot-outside-as-a-panting-dog-with-tongue/): By: Ruth Deming Hot outside as a panting dog with tongue Hanging out I pour myself 2 glasses of pure water And set out down the street. The neighbors on this fancy street called Cowbell have no idea I almost... - ['Gone Missing' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/08/gone-missing-and-other-poems/): By: Carl Papa Palmer Gone Missing As the new day awaits its morning sun,the blank page for my poem also waits. In stillness I listen for an inner voice,only to hear a deep silence in my ears. Ends end from... - [Property?](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/07/property/): By: Karen O’Leary 3 trips to the ERafter mandatoryvisits with dad.Each ER visitdocuments bruises~~a pawn of divorce.Mom can’t find help.Despite the reports,Social Services ignoresconcerns as “overblown.”“Boys get bruises,”unwilling to protectthis child. He leaves,looking numb. Two weeks later,an ambulance requestsa pediatric... - [Break your shackles, oh woman](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/07/break-your-shackles-oh-woman/): By: Vanaja Malathy Break Your Shackles, Oh Woman! How queer, oh woman, is your conduct! when you have everything in plenty you crave for more and more when you have a person to love you madly you are dizzy about... - [Exploring Depth and Duality in Bhawna Vij Arora’s 'Dreams in My Lap'](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/05/exploring-depth-and-duality-in-bhawna-vij-aroras-dreams-in-my-lap/): By Onkar Sharma Poetry holds varying interpretations for diverse individuals and within different contexts. Nevertheless, a fundamental aspect that distinguished poetry should never overlook is its dual responsibility of both captivating the reader and stimulating contemplation. Bhawna Vij Arora’s poetry... - [Laws of the Serpents](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/05/laws-of-the-serpents/): By: Tom Ball NARRATIVE BEGUN BY Vanderix, an aristocratic scribe. We were all watching the snake fights that evening… as we did every night First up was an old man who had dared to complain.  He was fighting a snake... - ['Late Afternoon' and other summer poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/05/late-afternoon-and-other-summer-poems/): By: Bruce Levine Late Afternoon The late afternoonChanges the mood of the dayA cooling breezeErases the oppressive heat of the morningA crystal blue skyWithout a single cloudA tiny plane slips suddenlyOnto the horizonWhere it’s going – unknownI watch my dogAs... - [When Past Walks By Your Side](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/05/when-past-walks-by-your-side/): Port Sunlight City The cute little town near Wirral of Northwest England incredibly picturesque heritage and the aesthetic wraps around the character of the village i stroll in a trance its winding country lanes Tudor-style cottages that stand in stately... - [the turquoise telegraph, or of watching the water whimsical](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/04/the-turquoise-telegraph-or-of-watching-the-water-whimsical/): By: Brian Michael Barbeito the island was immediately friendly and light, the inhabitants welcoming and joyful. an open aired bus traversed the market framed roads for a while and made for its destination the white sand coastline that married constantly... - ['Moon Watch' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/02/moon-watch-and-other-poems/): By: J.K. Durick Moon Watch An afternoon moon isworth the waitsitting out therein an Adirondack chair.The novel I’m readingis halfway through Kansas.Its hero troubled by the terrainbut I’m really out therein my chairwanting to watch the sky.The moon in the... - ['It’s always darkest before the dawn' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/01/29/its-always-darkest-before-the-dawn-and-other-poems/): By John RC Potter It’s always darkest before the dawn    1968:“You’re in big trouble now!” I shouted.Absent sister, worried motherFalling window, bleeding fingerShe came home late, up to no good.Troubled sister, curious brotherRunning feet, falling snowShe ran away into... - [The Deepest Bruise](https://literaryyard.com/2023/01/28/the-deepest-bruise/): By: Daniel Millard There is a woundingA psychic bruiseNot an actual memoryBut my body knowsI feel it deeplyInside of sickened bones When I was 27, you told meWhat you used to do to meAs a baby boyYou said it right... - [Sovereignty ](https://literaryyard.com/2023/01/28/sovereignty/): By: James Maloney Ask the lines of late Januaryin which marrow either is or is not.Declared four gases from the tongue,against our stride on Heritage trail. What is the shape of our character? Declared oak-rooted shoots as lignin tissue.Cross measures... - [Should LGBTQ be a separate genre?](https://literaryyard.com/2023/01/28/should-lgbtq-be-a-separate-genre/): By: Smrithi Senthilnathan Here are my opinions on this. I’m not saying a complete ‘yes’ or ‘no’, because there are arguments in favor and against both sides so I hope you read this and then let me know what you... - [Living property ~ females then, animals now ~](https://literaryyard.com/2023/01/26/living-property-females-then-animals-now/): By: Mayumi Yamamoto Domestic animals are counted as a property of their owners.Property!(I need another word; my beloved cat is my family.) Ann Samolyk rescued her neighbor’s dog from drowning in a canal.The dog was saved unharmed, butAnn has been... - ['Captured' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/01/26/captured-and-other-poems/): By: Roger G. Singer CAPTURED moonlighton the driftof your face pauses to gazethe beauty as your handshields thefountains ablazewithin your eyesfrom a moonjealous ofyour youthfulheart ### BELOW strong gravestone name, date, a story moss and lichencompete for space withered flowers... - [HAKUNA MATATA](https://literaryyard.com/2023/01/25/hakuna-matata/): By: Andrea Myinga There are no worries,If all you want is your selfEarth peopled with strangersThey first care for themselves. Look around at least to find oneThe sun might fall downLeaving your eyes on streetsCatching none who put anyone first... - [Reset](https://literaryyard.com/2023/01/25/reset/): By: Leigh-Anne Burley Birth and deathreset clocksbells toll on both. Heady winds thwartsailors and politicians. Paying attention is anessential navigational instrument. Fog and stumblingproduce clarity. There is a broader range of truthin ramblings and doodles. To get perspective,tip over a... - [A Comparison of Ray Bradbury's Two Short Stories in the Illustrated Man](https://literaryyard.com/2023/01/25/a-comparison-of-ray-bradburys-two-short-stories-in-the-illustrated-man/): By Nickolas Yoon Bradbury frequently presents a situation in his short stories and follows it to a conclusion that seems inevitable to the reader. The beginning may be fantastic in some way, but it will always be consistent with human... - [Strange Bewildering Time: Istanbul to Kathmandu in the Last Year of the Hippie Trail](https://literaryyard.com/2023/01/25/strange-bewildering-time-istanbul-to-kathmandu-in-the-last-year-of-the-hippie-trail/): Intriguing, eye-opening and relevant, House of Anansi Press announces the upcoming book launch for Strange Bewildering Time: Istanbul to Kathmandu in the Last Year of the Hippie Trail by Mark Abley. In the spring of 1978, at age twenty-two, Mark... - [Name and Shame](https://literaryyard.com/2023/01/24/name-and-shame/): Words that calculatingly drip with murderous intent and threaten, like an FBI Profiler's accuracy, to knock you right between the teeth. - [Will AI tool ChatGPT replace writers?](https://literaryyard.com/2023/01/23/will-ai-tool-chatgpt-replace-writers/): OpenAI developed ChatGPT, a cutting-edge natural language processing (NLP) tool, that has sparked a tsunami of concerns amongst professionals from all walks of industries and backgrounds including writers. A variant of the popular GPT-3 language model, the tool is capable... - [The new Celtic Ode to the dreamed mother Nature](https://literaryyard.com/2023/01/23/the-new-celtic-ode-to-the-dreamed-mother-nature/): By: Paweł Markiewicz ABABACACA You are an enjoyable juniper!You are a pleasurable bush!You are an agreeable poplar!You are a delightful spruce!You are a gratifying cedar!You are an amusing birch!You are a diverting corn!You are a bonny pine!You are a lovely... - [Revenge](https://literaryyard.com/2023/01/23/revenge/): By: Suzanne Zipperer Church picnics used to be a big thing when churches were. When we were teens we went every weekend, probably because there wasn’t much else to do and also because they didn’t ask for IDs so we... - ['Anti-Medusa' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/01/21/anti-medusa-and-other-poems/): By: Radomir Luza Anti-Medusa(For Sylvia Plath) Your words like butterfliesHair like magenta skiesCelebrating mended lies Knowing what I do notNight ending in night beginningLike a schizophrenic ringing Victims winning as they are done sinningThemselves with a bell entering hell With... - [Pilgrims Of Tranquility](https://literaryyard.com/2023/01/21/pilgrims-of-tranquility/): By: Raymond Greiner Science reveals humanity has occupied Earth in excess of two million years confronting incremental challenges in a quest for survival and longevity.  My name is Caleb. I am sixteen years old and documenting my life thus far.... - ['The South Again' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/01/21/the-south-again-and-other-poems/): By: Anthony David Vernon The South Again FloridaTake me as I amI want youIn my arms againAnd then to let you goFor GeorgiaOr VirginiaOr anywhere else againLet me pull you in like I didThen leave like I use toAnd still... - [Perfection in smithereens](https://literaryyard.com/2023/01/21/perfection-in-smithereens/): By: Annapurani Vaidyanathan POEM #1: There’s nothing perfect about beauty, about you, me and this world that’s doused with entropy. Yet perfect is always what we long for, don’t we? We lose sleep over greying hair and balding foreheads and... - [Sucking In: A Fable](https://literaryyard.com/2023/01/21/sucking-in-a-fable/): By: William Kitcher John was just a baby when his parents realized that there was something strange about him. John’s mother tried to breastfeed him, but quickly gave it up when she found she couldn’t produce enough milk to keep... - [Hardening of the Arteries](https://literaryyard.com/2023/01/21/hardening-of-the-arteries/): By John RC PotterWhen her husband passed away after a brief battle with cancer my grandmother tried to lift him up from the casket. Five years passed. She was found wandering around town during the winter, without a coat. Her... - [Echo](https://literaryyard.com/2023/01/21/echo/): By: Anthony Ward You thought this house was haunted. Those years we lived here. Until you were too afraid to stay any longer, and you fled, leaving me alone to look back on us, with the house like an empty... - ['Words of an African Child' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/01/21/words-of-an-african-child-and-other-poems/): By: The Muse Words of an African Child ma,I’ve wanted tohold your hands whilethe sun is closing its eyes&when that flowerin our backyardis saying ‘hello’ for the first time. (I wanted for youto open your eyesto see my soul) da,do... - [Ash Wednesday](https://literaryyard.com/2023/01/19/ash-wednesday/): By: A.J. Ortega It was my fault, and I knew this only when I was kicking through charred furniture, books, and two-by-fours.I hoped that I’d find the red lunchbox, only half-melted, and, with my now useless house key, I’d pry... - ['January Again' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/01/19/january-again-and-other-poems/): By: Richard LeDue January Again Lonely as a cornerwhere there used to be a Christmas tree,and the musicless silencea reminder of every goodbyethat passedbefore there was evena hello. ### Empty Rooms Seducing Them With Silence Everyone’s still existingthrough the loneliest... - ['Romain Blue Domain' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/01/19/romain-blue-domain-and-other-poems/): By: Darren Stephen Lynch Romain Blue Domain Unlatch the cities fragrant eyesMind trailing abreast in the abode of beating nightOpen along the passageA kin of raptured taleLevelled by this promiseElaborating too the sight of forwarded poseA touching divinityWarmth rushing freedEntered... - [Shattered Face](https://literaryyard.com/2023/01/19/shattered-face/): By: Erik Priedkalns Where’s Happy now?Why’s it so hard to get that fix?Lows stay forever,Highs go like an LA snow.What about you, Smiley Face?Softly speaking, Calm.Never heard a single word.Never saw the red sky warning.Never.Where’d you stow the frenzied Beast?Snarling,... - [Hmmm! Who will tell?](https://literaryyard.com/2023/01/18/hmmm-who-will-tell/): By: Sheila Henry I question myselfat this stage of life,a lot of living behind me,more than three scores and tenand not as much ahead—I surmise. A junction reached for pauseto take inventory,no more forks in the road to worry about,no... - ['Pallas's cat' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/01/13/pallass-cat-and-other-poems/): By: Christian Ward Pallas’s catOtocolobus manul The OG grumpy cat. It memesitself every time it steps outside,every pika and squirrela flashbulb never cooling down.A chubby pile of grey furreshaped by cold-pressed code.Perhaps, instead, it dreamsof a domestic life – the... - ['Coming Clean' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/01/13/coming-clean-and-other-poems/): By: J.K. Durick Coming Clean Cleaning up is easy to doWe know the basicsAlmost by instinct.Things are put backWhere they belong orWhere we think they belong.Then trying to strike a balanceWe arrange objectsStraighten the picturesRearrange the statuesPluck out the dead... - [Writing poetry to reduce stress: Vanaja Malathy](https://literaryyard.com/2023/01/11/writing-poetry-to-reduce-stress-vanaja-malathy/): In the latest edition of AuthorTalks, Vanaja Malathy discusses her creative writing journey at length with us. She talks about her transition from the shoes of a teacher, a lecturer, a professor, and a principal to being a poet. Her... - [Anwar Hossain’s Management Education and Environment: A Cream of Research](https://literaryyard.com/2023/01/11/anwar-hossains-management-education-and-environment-a-cream-of-research/): By: Mohammad Jashim Uddin Anwar Hossain is a prolific university teacher in business education. He has engaged in teaching more than fifty years in University of Dhaka and some other private universities. In his teaching period and administrative tenure, he... - ['Dancing Machine' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/01/11/dancing-machine-and-other-poems/): By Karen Lee Stradford Dancing Machine We arrived at 11:00waitingto enter the club.The line is formingalong the brick wall.Everyone dressed in sparkles. Baron is wearing a plain white shirtwith blue jeans,carrying a duffel bag,lookingout of place. The doors open.We push... - ['Winter's frigid song' and other haiku](https://literaryyard.com/2023/01/11/winters-frigid-song-and-other-haiku/): By: Jim Bates Winter’s frigid songCold wind howling through bare treesWindswept melody. Clear cold winter nightDome of stars bright and immenseStarlight streaming bliss. Out comet huntingSaw instead a soft sunsetMagic in the sky. Winter afternoonSunlight hanging suspendedAlmost whispering. - ['Tilth' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/01/09/tilth-and-other-poems/): By: Stephen Kingsnorth Tilth Where I am rooted, said the parched,is not well suited to my thirst.My bed is grit and not the tilththat lets me search and stretch in earth,drawing on moist and nurture’s wealth.I sunbathe in the light... - [Internal conflicts](https://literaryyard.com/2023/01/09/internal-conflicts/): By: Josephine Rudolf When the little girl who barely had enough to surviveTurns into a grown woman with plenty of resourceBut still, she cannot thriveAnother trauma is here to unpack of course There was never much, yet enough to crowd... - [Journal](https://literaryyard.com/2023/01/08/journal/): By Joseph Hoft He backed into the driveway. The radio rambled on about vaccine holdbacks. He sighed, got out of the car, and walked to the front door. It was unlocked. That’s unusual. The lights are off, too. He walked... - [Dreams of a Magic Pig](https://literaryyard.com/2023/01/08/dreams-of-a-magic-pig/): By: Tom Ball      There were many disruptions to normal life from the wars. I ended up cast out from my village and found myself in a primordial setting; it was just me and the girl in an orange grove.... - [Unleash the inner-me](https://literaryyard.com/2023/01/07/unleash-the-inner-me/): By: Vanaja Malathy One step out…an expanse of snowas if some naughty kids tilted barrels of white paint from aboveall vegetation came under its coatblank silence everywherechirpy birds, light-footed squirrels, voracious caterpillars…gone busy celebrating elsewhere?life seemed dull and blank Yet... - [The Queen's Magic](https://literaryyard.com/2023/01/06/the-queens-magic/): By: James Dickman Call me the Pirate Queen. Call me a rebel. And rightly so. It’s my clan’s trust that I carry, dear. Is it not my duty to protect our ancestral lands, enforce fishing tariffs, and to seek prosperous... - ['A Novel So Great It Cannot Be Named' and other stories](https://literaryyard.com/2023/01/06/a-novel-so-great-it-cannot-be-named-and-other-stories/): By: Ethan Goffman A Novel So Great It Cannot Be Named Well over a century ago, a great novel was born.  It had a powerful title, too powerful, at this point in history, to name.  The title had been ordinary... - ['Afar' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/01/06/afar-and-other-poems/): By: Shontay Luna Afar Did you glance upon me,my most sweet love?Adoring you from afar,heart laden withtorturous longing.The distance apartno matchfor the desire myheart holds;how a mere glanceupon you brings mesuch joy. And yet I knowyou’ve never seen me.But that’s... - [Seasons](https://literaryyard.com/2023/01/04/seasons/): By: Mahathi SEASONSI stepped on crackling Autumn leaves wriggling on ground.I sighed and slowly walked towards a naked treeAnd whispered low. “Not long these days. You’ll see aroundFresh leaves on twigs. You’ll see a dancing honey beeRotating round your buds... - [Casual Numbers on the News](https://literaryyard.com/2023/01/04/casual-numbers-on-the-news/): By: Amal El-Sayed 243 stuffed toysRide the yellow school buses in Rynok Square.An excursion of ghosts. 109 empty strollersLine up the cobbled streets of Lviv.A graveyard of children. 2 stuffed teddy bearsSleep in a baby carrier.A remnant of joy. 1... - [We were Born to Clap](https://literaryyard.com/2023/01/03/we-were-born-to-clap/): By: Muhammad Nasrullah Khan Dear First World, Salute to youAccept humble bow, from the Third World.Thank you for the great lectures for fucking idiots.Heads hung low, wide-eyed,we clapped. You sold us your notion of humanity,we lived in a barbaric world.You... - ['What else can I say?' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/01/03/what-else-can-i-say-and-other-poems/): By: Esha Sury WHAT ELSE CAN I SAY? This bone-tiredness to speak ended aspure reprieve. I dispose of my last penand a surrendered dove, as remittance, gaveits’ awareness to me in a dawn of non-talk.I wish plainly to cradle wordless... - ['In Quest of You Since Long' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/01/03/in-quest-of-you-since-long-and-other-poems/): By: Pramod Rastogi In Quest of You Since Long Time has lost its rhythm for me.Alternating in cycles the days and nightsAnnounce neither the whispering dawnsNor denounce the hush of twilight woes. Leaving time and space to sleep and yawn,I... - [Dear Poets of the World](https://literaryyard.com/2023/01/03/poets-of-the-world/): By: Sheila Henry I see you beyondyour humanness,your one of a kind-ness.When you recite your work, itpricks the ears of nightingales,they stand still and listen,their heads tilt to one side,they are captivated by the rich tone of your voice.Same—when you... - [Riot: A Love Story by Shashi Tharoor](https://literaryyard.com/2023/01/03/riot-a-love-story-by-shashi-tharoor/): By Ramlal Agarwal Shashi Tharoor’s third novel, Riot, confirms that he strives for novelty in his fiction. The novelty was a prominent feature of his first novel, “The Great Indian Novel,” about Indira Gandhi’s usurpation of civil rights during the... - ['Our Rock Salt Lives and the Lady Spring' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/01/03/our-rock-salt-lives-and-the-lady-spring-and-other-poems/): By: Travis Weis Our Rock Salt Lives and the Lady Spring It’s arduous breathing in such coldness.The thin serrated air slicing at your throat.Our only defense is shallow breaths to parry the slashes.Yet here you are, defenseless.Hellishly sobbing in the... - ['On Becoming Preys to Terrorists' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/01/03/on-becoming-preys-to-terrorists-and-other-poems/): By: Blessing Omeiza Ojo On Becoming Preys to Terrorists, I Remember Childhood Exploits.Perhaps, the burning of Borno by herdersis the wind of karma banging on our doors.Most of us raised in the village were bad children.On our way home, after... - ['Carmen contra molestiae' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/12/27/carmen-contra-molestiae-and-other-poems/): By: Douglas Colston Carmen contrā molestiae(A poem against troubles, annoyances, molestation and the vexatious) A rhyming poemcan seem like a tome –a section of a larger work,it’s likely a dubious perk. Constraining the creative processmay lead to a bit of... - [Perspective](https://literaryyard.com/2022/12/27/perspective-2/): By: James Aitchison See the truth within whichour lives are lived and linked.Hear the answerswhich all men have soughtin their allotted lives.You will not be burdened.You will not be mocked.Hear the Voicethat speaks in the silence,the Wheel that spinsthe lives... - ['Star Bright' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/12/22/star-bright-and-other-poems/): By: Frances Leitch Star Bright Sprouting starsof flowers bloomingin fields and meadowsThe birth of springsunshine huesand velvet petalsClothe the earthin faces of lightwashing offthe tinge of nightStar Bright Little Bird In the chilly mornWhen the sun rises uppast the songbirds... - [The Eiffel](https://literaryyard.com/2022/12/22/the-eiffel/): By: Andrea Myinga An appetite won at noonLost on facing a tableThe one entrusted to blessMake it bitter and long It absorbed aromaKilled stories going onStories of pallbearer and IAbout the best casketHas to match colours of heaven Hey heaven!... - [Spiritual Awakening, a Cure for Depression](https://literaryyard.com/2022/12/21/spiritual-awakening-a-cure-for-depression/): By: Malathy Sreenivasan The Mind acts like an enemy for those who do not control it.                                    Lord Krishna, Shrimad Bhagavad Gita The world is changing; the technological advances in nuclear science, space exploration, medical field, education, health, food habits,... - [Four Winter Haiku - 3](https://literaryyard.com/2022/12/21/four-winter-haiku-3/): By: Jim Bates Snowy lakeside treesHazy soft dreamy shorelineFrosted Fairyland. After the snowfallLandscape resting peacefullyOverwhelming calm. Northwest wind blowingCold gray winter day chills deepFireplace burns warmly. Deep north woods cabinDecember snowfall thigh deepSnowshoes beckoning.. - [Thou Shalt Not](https://literaryyard.com/2022/12/21/thou-shalt-not/): By: Rich Elliott The boys in the wagon whooped and hollered, delirious with adventure. “Glory bound!” “Graybacks, look out!” “Here come the heroes of Osky!” Thirteen-year-old Joseph John did a drum roll on a barrel-top. Brrrrt, tap. Tap, tap, tap.... - [Exploring the ‘well-earned’ Freedom](https://literaryyard.com/2022/12/20/exploring-the-well-earned-freedom/): By Payal Nagpal the well-earned brings together 65 poets from different parts of India, including Tripura, Odisha, Assam, West Bengal, Arunachal Pradesh, Delhi, Jalandhar, Mumbai, Tiruchirappalli, Hyderabad, and Pune. The editor, Kiriti Sengupta, has authored several volumes of poetry, and... - ['Isolation Alley' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/12/20/isolation-alley-and-other-poems/): By: Radomir Vojtech Luza Isolation Alley Alone in room 22A metaphysical zooLoaded choo choo Here in Grand Valley Healthcare CenterIn Van Nuys, CA The walls speaking a language of their ownClosing in like Allied troops after Normandy Blinds taped to... - [The Nervous Dark](https://literaryyard.com/2022/12/19/the-nervous-dark/): By Harrison Abbott Miles came in. Loudly. He bashed the front door shut and woke me up. As he’d done before so many times. I loved the man, but, fuck, he was a noisy bastard, and I’d already spoken to... - [Touch of Fire](https://literaryyard.com/2022/12/19/touch-of-fire/): By: Nikki Williams Joan took one last look at the sunlit ocean from her window seat. Blue, like the sprawling sky that filtered through foliage as she’d trekked into the dense woods.  When she’d finally found the hut under the... - [Reconstruction](https://literaryyard.com/2022/12/19/reconstruction/): By: Don Tassone Five months after the end of a war that pitted brother against brother, still dressed in his blue uniform, Thomas Fenwick approached a brick house surrounded by oaks and maples with leaves of red and brown.  White... - [Void inside of us](https://literaryyard.com/2022/12/19/void-inside-of-us/): By: Mykyta Ryzhykh There’s a void inside of us that can’t be filled with porn moviesThere is an emptiness inside of us that needs to be filledA jug from the human body broken into fragments of timeThe clay from which... - [#JusticeForPercyLapid](https://literaryyard.com/2022/12/19/justiceforpercylapid/): By: April Mae M. Berza We march in the streetsof the historic Mendiola,mobilizing the massesto cry for justicefor the great Percy Lapid. His early deathrekindled the flameof a Filipino movementagainst tyrantsand oligarchs. I’m imprisonedinside the livid rageof a dying evening,trying... - ['Trews Weir' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/12/15/trews-weir-and-other-poems/): By: Stephen Kingsnorth Trews Weir What true, which spun embroidered myth?I knew the weir, its timber trap. Long float log boat from Exmoor down,that salmon leap, where few flew by,and pool beneath by Ducks Marsh green,neither bog nor drake insight.... - [The agony in writing](https://literaryyard.com/2022/12/15/the-agony-in-writing/): By: Josephine Rudolf She shut down her computer for the fifth time that day, the feeling of rejection drowned out whatever bit of hope she had left. The aspiring author avoided looking into the mirror, on her way to the... - ['Dyeing Blue Rain Rust' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/12/15/dyeing-blue-rain-rust-and-other-poems/): By: Amber Pineda Dyeing Blue Rain Rust In the loud stillness of this barrenCover of cascading stars and mellow rainAre these red strings of restraint thatEmbrace learned destinyAs though it were beneath your skin. There is a sprinkle of porcelain... - [Review: Water Has Many Colors](https://literaryyard.com/2022/12/12/review-water-has-many-colors/): In the acknowledgement note of his latest poetry collection ‘Water has Many Colors’, Kiriti Sengupta rues the absence of schools that can teach poetry in India. In my opinion, there is a reason behind this. And that is, you can... - [Zoom In and Weave In the Details](https://literaryyard.com/2022/12/09/zoom-in-and-weave-in-the-details/): By: Linda S Gunther I think about the fabric of my story. What does it feel like in terms of texture? How does it sound when I read it aloud? I know that what makes a story sing, whether memoir or fiction... - [Voices](https://literaryyard.com/2022/12/09/voices-2/): By: Ruth Deming When I awoke and removed the noisy CPAP machine from my nostrils, I remembered. Writing day! I peeked out my upstairs window. An enormously bright light grinned at me from the darkness across the street.             The... - ['15 minutes of Fame' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/12/09/15-minutes-of-fame-and-other-poems/): By Karen Lee Stradford 15 minutes of Fame My dream came true.I finally got your attentionafter being unnoticedfor so long.I feel like a celebrity. I’m happy to bethe center of your attraction.But, I hope that my 15 minuteswill last. ###... - [Janice and James](https://literaryyard.com/2022/12/09/janice-and-james/): By: Bruce Levine Plan “C” Janice and James were spontaneous. They had many things they regularly enjoyed, but could easily take a detour and discover an adventure. When one plan failed, for whatever reason, a quick turn, physical or otherwise,... - [Writing poetry and making a career out of it: Poet Catfish McDaris](https://literaryyard.com/2022/12/09/writing-poetry-and-making-a-career-out-of-it-poet-catfish-mcdaris/): With the world becoming one due to the increasing use of technology, there is fusion taking place in cultures, fashions, styles and languages. A range of new words which no one could imagine a decade ago is becoming part of... - [Saudade](https://literaryyard.com/2022/12/06/saudade/): By: Arikewusola Abdul Awal What do you think the flowercarries in the dawn? Mist? No.It’s the tears it sheds at the fare-well of the moon. The gerbilnever strays the noon; she mournsin the burrow longing for the moon.My heart is... - ['Seize it' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/12/06/seize-it-and-other-poems/): By: Anaya Seize it I can feel itIt’s hereI’m hereFinally Cut the ribbonOpen upSo I didEventually Is this how it feelsSomething newI’m newHopefully Like a dreamThis realI’m realFantastically ### The chair I’m a chair.Just wood and wicker.I don’t even have... - [Good Morning](https://literaryyard.com/2022/12/06/good-morning/): By: Alan Berger After a night of attempted slumberIn restless soul townI awoke staring at the same fucking numberThe one that might stop at anytime but will never go down I know I knowThe musings of a clown When I... - [Three books about India have won the Booker Prize](https://literaryyard.com/2022/12/05/three-books-about-india-have-won-the-booker-prize/): By Ramlal Agarwal Some readers interpreted this as British nostalgia for the Raj. In fact, the novels have no trace of nostalgia for the Raj but rather disenchantment with it. They depict the tragedy of the British caught up in... - ['Argued into Existence' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/12/04/argued-into-existence-and-other-poems/): By: KJ Hannah Greenberg Argued into Existence Reality yardsticks, measurements acknowledging, cognizing,Integrating others’ attitudes & actions across personal views,Let citizens wrestle meaning. “Getting the gist” does matter.Flinging pixie dust can’t compete with shared values’ power. Hume, Kant, Voltaire, as well... - [My Grandpa Betrayed Me Twice](https://literaryyard.com/2022/12/04/my-grandpa-betrayed-me-twice/): By: Ismail Yusuf Olumoh when i was young, everything was cloudy; all i learnedbecame watery like melting shea butter. i thought itwill cascade, but it’s unclassified. it vaporised as usual.on friday, grandpa took me to the central mosque to takea... - [Four Winter Haiku](https://literaryyard.com/2022/12/04/four-winter-haiku-2/): By: Jim Bates Sunlit snow fallingTiny flakes frosting the groundSparkling and gleaming. InterconnectedFrigid cold and bright sunshineWinter’s Yin and Yang. Cold affecting brainSnowy visions of penguinsHappily dancing. Lonely owl callingEchoes a winter’s silenceDeeper than the night. - [Sleep it on](https://literaryyard.com/2022/12/02/sleep-it-on/): By: Alan Berger The drinks kept flowingThere was no sign of slowingShould leave now and sleep it off before workBefore I pop yet another cork After an undertow of oblivionI decided to watch the dawnI’ll just stay up all nightAnd... - [Boulevard](https://literaryyard.com/2022/12/02/boulevard/): By: Victor Azubike Sunsets;Clouds spread like sheets;Evening rush hour;Green light;Speeding cars. Cover of fadingGreen vegetations:Intimations of the dry seasonOn the sidewalkOf a boulevard. Murals,Golden dewdropsAndBushyGerminationOf ideasInFlowerpots byA shadowy horticulturist. Carbon emissions:Pollution by the left;Pollination by the right-An antidoteTo the poisonOf... - [Alien Gods](https://literaryyard.com/2022/12/01/alien-gods/): By: Tom Ball I      Boris Q was a big unknown when the people elected him to lead America. But he seemed full of promise. He said he would introduce new Aliens that he had discovered were living amongst us... - [About This Morning](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/30/about-this-morning/): By: Radomir Luza In October of 1986, New York City was something completely different. Crime was rampant. Homelessness was a new problem especially in the subway system in the Winter. Times Square was not a tourist attraction, but a violent underground... - [These Girls Were All One](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/29/these-girls-were-all-one/): By: Cailey Tarriane She yearned to be desireless, but insteadThe Girl with Wisdom wanted no riches, soThe Girl with Desires desired to destroy gold in her mind-no more would she crave for its feeling on her bony fingersand richness was... - [Indian Novel in English: Last three decades](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/28/indian-novel-in-english-last-three-decades/): By Ramlal Agarwal Writing about Indian writing in English. Salman Rushdie in his preface to Vintage Indian writing in English 1947-1997 says, “The prose writing – both fiction and non-fiction created in this period by Indian writing working in English,... - ['Streams' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/28/streams-and-other-poems/): By: J.K. Durick Streams Stepping across, carefully, there’s a stumblebuilt into this, a foot on the closest stonethen onto the next and next, till you havecrossed with your feet, shoes almost dry.I did this in a dream last night, like... - [Four Winter Holiday Haiku](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/28/four-winter-holiday-haiku/): By: Jim Bates Choirs singing songsOf peace and joy so soothingLike snowflakes falling. Kids falling asleepSafe and warm with Christmas dreamsOf sleigh bells ringing. Soft lustrous moonlightFills the night with visions ofSugar plums dancing. Children’s laugher ringsWhile old folks share... - [Arundhati Roy's The God of Small Things: Broken lives, Illicit love and Incest](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/27/arundhati-roys-the-god-of-small-things-broken-lives-illicit-love-and-incest/): By: Ramlal Agarwal Like Salman Rushdie, Arundhati Roy is not deterred by the constraints of using English as Indo-English writers did before Rushdie. Rushdie and Roy adapt English to suit the expression of the chaotic emotional turmoil of the Indian... - [I am Ungrown](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/27/i-am-ungrown/): By: Cailey Tarriane A creature with qualities of a bird who can soar high and low,face ups and downs, zigs and zags I am unready for, I, a birdwith the comforts of its nest, well provided by its twigs, self-builtbut... - [The Revolutionary New Method](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/27/the-revolutionary-new-method/): By: Stephen Faulkner             Since it has gained its small share of notoriety over the past few months it has been labeled a “profession” in a sneering sort of manner.  One does not go into such a discipline lightly, seeking... - [Building for others](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/27/building-for-others/): By: Elizabeth V.Koshy An excavator pounds the rock,earth moving machines claw outboulders to make boulder-hills,from the first light to evening twilight. Working to the dictates of the concrete mixeryellow-helmeted automatons, apparitions in grey,collect the spewed out concrete in wheelbarrowsand empty... - [Remember](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/27/remember/): By: Alan Berger Do you rememberWhat day we met?What time it was?That my shirt was redYou laughedAt everythingThat I said What we drankAnd how manyThe waiter’s name too? I know you don’tBut I do I don’t rememberThe promises to you... - ['American Original' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/27/american-original-and-other-poems/): By: Radomir Vojtech Luza American Original I was born out of Hitler’s bloody diseaseStalin’s scarred and shredded knees Raised in the Deep SouthWhere African AmericansHang from treesLike gray moss Schooled in the finest Catholic institutionsOf higher learning where hypocrisyWas the... - ['Percy Lapid is the Phoenix Rising from the Ashes' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/26/percy-lapid-is-the-phoenix-rising-from-the-ashes-and-other-poems/): By: April Mae M. Berza Percy Lapid is the Phoenix Rising from the Ashes We can because we believeWe believe because we canStill, we rise above the challenges. We dream it until we make it a realityWe make it a... - ['Dale As I Dream of the Stars at Night' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/25/dale-as-i-dream-of-the-stars-at-night-and-other-poems/): By: April Mae M. Berza Dale As I Dream of the Stars at Night I’ve seen you before in one of my dreams,gratitude embraced you and the universe of versesconspired to make you a reality, you smiledat me, and I... - ['The Feeling Returned' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/25/the-feeling-returned-and-other-poems/): By: Christopher Collingwood The Feeling Returned The feeling returnedwith the season –the strand of yoursweater, caught beneaththe wing of a bird, unravellinga forgotten desire, a momentreturned by the flock,instinct carried beyondour misgivings. Knowing nature –I saw the uneasinessin their wild... - [The Swaying Tree](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/24/the-swaying-tree/): By: Chase Reed A tree on a hillSits tall and strong.But the tree doesn’t feelThis is where it belongs. One gust of windBends the tree east and west.North and south once again,It sways more than the rest. “My roots cannot... - ['The Toxic Wha' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/24/the-toxic-wha-and-other-poems/): By: E. Martin Pedersen The Toxic Wha That guy, that guy, that slapped mein high school, I’ll neverforgive him, that guy’s toxicI won’t sit with him at the50th class reunion, we werein P.E. playing soccer for thefirst time — it... - [The Incident at Mule Deer Run](https://literaryyard.com/2022/11/24/the-incident-at-mule-deer-run/): By: Charlie Dickinson Clamping cellphone to his fleshy ear, he glowered at the backyard, waiting on the rings.             “911, do you need police, fire or ambulance?”             “What can you send? Hurry, I gotta dead body here.”             “Okay,... - [Lowlifes](https://literaryyard.com/2024/02/11/lowlifes/): By: Audrey Lauryn Clara: Lifeless entities mill around Callum Square. A group of initiates drape crimson fabric from various light posts. Others sweep the pristine cobblestone streets. Finn and I hunker down under the shade of a Sycamore tree and... - [The core](https://literaryyard.com/2024/02/11/the-core/): By: James Aitchison In every soul, there is a quiet core.It is immune to fear, hunger,strife and conflict, and theimpermanence of life cannotpenetrate it unless permitted.The essence of your soullistens to the quiet Voicethat speaks with detachment.Like thousands of seedsscattered... - [Chance. Fate. Intuition](https://literaryyard.com/2024/02/10/chance-fate-intuition/): By Christopher Johnson In 1909, the Swiss psychologist Carl Jung had a dream that was destined to become famous. The dream came upon him while he was traveling with Sigmund Freud to deliver lectures at Clark College in Worcester, Massachusetts.... - [Time to Choose](https://literaryyard.com/2024/02/10/time-to-choose/): By: Don I ran into Chicago Union Station about 10 minutes before my train was set to depart for St. Louis.  I’d overslept.  Two months into retirement, I still hadn’t gotten into a new sleep rhythm. I was one of... - [Did I tell you I’m writing a novel?](https://literaryyard.com/2024/02/10/did-i-tell-you-im-writing-a-novel/): By: Jacob Keating In the emails I’ve sent to publishers, I’ve said it’s about ‘inner-vastness’ and ‘roads left un-walked’ and a twenty-something in search of an always-lost-something. – I never tire of hyphens; they’re like bridges between words. I’d like... - [Locked in the Tower: an Urban Tale](https://literaryyard.com/2024/02/10/locked-in-the-tower-an-urban-tale/): By: Flora Jardine It’s a common fairy-tale theme — imprisonment in a tower — and a common true-life tale of city life today, a dark one and Tom was living it, although he didn’t think of it in literary terms... - [Leonard Higgins](https://literaryyard.com/2024/02/07/leonard-higgins/): By: Elaine Lennon Leonard Higgins was an honest man. Modest, middle-aged, unassuming, non-descript. A quiet kind of a man. A man who operated at a very low velocity. The kind of man you’d never notice.  A family man. His wife... - [Meet the Parents](https://literaryyard.com/2024/02/05/meet-the-parents/): By Dawn DeBraal   Kennedy Hyde sat across the table from her boyfriend, Sam Colbert. They’d been dating for eight months, and things were going well.  “So next week is your birthday.” Sam brought up the subject.  “Don’t remind me. I... - [A Note From Mister C](https://literaryyard.com/2024/02/04/a-note-from-mister-c/): By: Bruce Levine Dear Reader,I believe that all life should be lived between forty and sixty. Of course I don’t mean that the human life span should be between forty and sixty, heaven forbid, but that the accompaniment to a... - [A Myriad of Future Writers](https://literaryyard.com/2024/02/04/a-myriad-of-future-writers/): By: Tom Ball      I say, I have a myriad of difficulties in my life. My true love has affairs with androids. And I was redundant as an architect. An android had replaced me and the stipend I get from the... - ['Merriment' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/02/04/merriment-and-other-poems/): By: D A Angelo Merriment  Sometimes it’s good to walk in the countryside to watch a merry-go-round of clouds while the sky shifts to a warm glow. Sometimes it’s good to watch hares pose like National Geographic models in a... - [The View](https://literaryyard.com/2024/02/04/the-view/): By: Karen O’Leary A doesamples lichendraped bark of an ash tree.She leaps into inner safety.Weeds spilloverthe wooden stairs,not seeing human spoilsin years. A lazy stream with smallicyislandswinds by trees bentto the right. Creativestudents take easels then pull outsketchbooks,tryingto grasp the... - [Arrowroot Cookie](https://literaryyard.com/2024/02/04/arrowroot-cookie/): By: Jim Bates Northwoods lake countryWater glistening waves lappingHot sun scorching sandOn the beach playing. Big brother in charge of younger siblingsMomentarily distracted by building a sandcastleBaby Will toddles out onto the dock stumbles and falls off sinking fastBig brother... - [Sheer Drop](https://literaryyard.com/2024/02/04/sheer-drop/): By: David Patten Daybreak, water the color of slate.  A lone figure stands in contemplation, close enough to the river that its current splashes over her boots.  This stretch of the Niagara resides in the commonplace, revealing nothing of the... - [Art Gallery](https://literaryyard.com/2024/02/04/art-gallery-2/): By: David Patten Amaya can’t suppress a wry smile.  An item of gossip has reached her.  It seems there are those intent on labeling her a witch.  Such an archaic term, unused for centuries, its connotation pejorative.  Amaya ponders that... - [The Shampoo](https://literaryyard.com/2024/02/04/the-shampoo/): By Jacob Austin Danny hadn’t visited his father in almost two years, but not by choice. He had moved several states over to take a job with a residential development company, and his busy work schedule made travel next to... - [Of Gods, Men, and Beasts: Narrative of a Survivor of the Molucca Voyage](https://literaryyard.com/2024/02/01/of-gods-men-and-beasts-narrative-of-a-survivor-of-the-molucca-voyage/): By Rich Elliott I, Brother Nicholas, your most humble servant, submit this narrative on Holy Thursday, in the year of our Lord fifteen hundred and thirty-two, at the request of Abbot Anthony, our most Holy Father, who wishes a record... - ['The State of the World From the First Floor' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/02/01/the-state-of-the-world-from-the-first-floor-and-other-poems/): By: Richard LeDue The State of the World From the First Floor Autumn fog is quiet as thoughts about deathwe silence with streaming services, wine on a Tuesday, memes, candy shaped edibles, workplace worries uprooting our down timelike a bored... - [Ego Or Soul](https://literaryyard.com/2024/02/01/ego-or-soul/): By Nolo Segundo You always have to choose,on or the other–one will deceive you everydamn day, because ego isa trickster,a liar,a cheater,telling you how great you are,how smart, how kind…while the other will alwaysbe honest with you, if–and it’s a... - [My Dear Other](https://literaryyard.com/2024/02/01/my-dear-other/): By William T. Hathaway Loving the other through mutualities of hurt,loving the other without understanding the other,groping in darkness to find the other,blundering towards and beyond the other,fleeing at the sight of the other,escaping from exile to greet the other,yearning... - [The Charm of Thomas Hardy: Jude the Obscure](https://literaryyard.com/2024/02/01/the-charm-of-thomas-hardy-jude-the-obscure/): By: Ramlal Agarwal Published in 1896, Hardy’s Jude the Obscure was attacked for its sexual frankness, its morbidity, and its immorality. It was rejected by the lending libraries, condemned by the church, and burned by a bishop. It hurt Hardy... - [The Man and His Mask   ](https://literaryyard.com/2024/01/31/the-man-and-his-mask/): By John RC Potter The man under the mask… You rode along the dusty western street,as you strode hard across my laptop screen,strutting and preening like a proud peacock;dark, mysterious, maybe even mean,perhaps dangerous, a badass cowboy,but the handsomest dude... - ['In Miami as in Berlin' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/01/31/in-miami-as-in-berlin-and-other-poems/): By: Daniel de Culla IN MIAMI AS IN BERLIN In Miami, as in Berlin, people dress upTo attend charity eventsWhere everyone admires themselvesFor the elegance of their suitsAnd how well these clothes look on themTaken out of the closet to... - ['A way' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/01/31/a-way-and-other-poems/): By: Darren Lynch A Way Sit to the voice ,Silent gaze The hauling land of houndsProwling entranceRepetition , Repetition , Repetition Held in confident frownsThe grips of attracted veteransPolished in rewardOn entranceOf fading prime ways , Celebate oh the union... - [I Wonder About the Squirrel](https://literaryyard.com/2024/01/25/i-wonder-about-the-squirrel/): By: Bruce Levine As Hurricane Irma approached, our dog, Daisy, and I sat on the porch of our apartment waiting and watching as the wind increased. The original forecast had been a direct hit on Delray Beach, Florida, but Irma... - [Hours and Moments](https://literaryyard.com/2024/01/25/hours-and-moments/): By: Bruce Levine Floating hours and picturesque moments Peppering the days with sights and soundsPhotographic mem’ries etched on a canvassOf love laced forever through eyelets of gold Time resting gently on snowflakes floatingThrough forests abounding with lush color greensSquadrons of... - ['Glorification of You' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/01/25/glorification-of-you-and-other-poems/): By Ujjal Mandal Glorification of You When I close my weary eyes,you come putting an anklet on legsbefore me like the tune of cuckoo,a strand of red roses tied to your lockof hair behind swings aroundas if the sailing clouds... - ['Stand' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/01/25/stand-and-other-poems/): By: Dan Fraleigh Stand Seven Sisters Quiet - [The Yellow Shard](https://literaryyard.com/2024/01/25/the-yellow-shard/): By: Dee Artea Waking up with a screeching headache, a fragment of recent memory that’s a mystery, and a blazing sun burning right through me. What’s this large rock beside me, like a sturdy companion? Oh, my left shoulder aches,... - [The Sweatshirt](https://literaryyard.com/2024/01/25/the-sweatshirt/): By: Junhyeok Jang I halfheartedly nodded yet again, pretending I was interested. I began counting the number of diced carrots on my spoon, trying to find something more entertaining than listening to Junhyeok, who was droning on with another one... - [Hole in One](https://literaryyard.com/2024/01/24/hole-in-one/): By: Jinmo Koo It was a typical Monday afternoon and I was at the golf course with 3 of my friends. That day, we were unsure whether or not to play as we thought it would rain. We decided to... - [I Thought I Could Wash You Away](https://literaryyard.com/2024/01/24/i-thought-i-could-wash-you-away/): By: Anna Knowles I thought I could wash you away,when I twisted the sink’s knob,and the faucet began sobbing into a porcelain bowl;so I plunged my hands under the water andscrubbed until my skin was rash-red and sore. My palms... - [Prose Analysis of “From a Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man,” by James Joyce ](https://literaryyard.com/2024/01/22/prose-analysis-of-from-a-portrait-of-the-artist-as-a-young-man-by-james-joyce/): By: Soobin Ryu The prose “From a Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man” by Jame Joyce is about the protagonist Stephen Daedalus imagining a visit to the city, where his state of mind of both hope and fear... - [On Paris  ](https://literaryyard.com/2024/01/22/on-paris/): By Thomas Sanfilip I have no doubt the modernist painter Robert Delaunay understood the problem of Paris, both as a physical and spiritual entity as well as artistic force capable of creating a profound philosophic dilemma. His series of repeated... - [Cryptic Recurrence](https://literaryyard.com/2024/01/22/cryptic-recurrence/): By: Carl Papa Palmer You’d think he’d have learned by now to take a momentbefore blindly grabbing us from his night stand drawer. If he would keep us in another roomwhere he’d have to actually get upit would remedy our... - [Father](https://literaryyard.com/2024/01/22/father-2/): By: Carl Papa Palmer I never saw him cryno tears of joy or regretnor praise for meno hugs, never kisses always that stiff upper lipever emotionless smilealways to make me strongnever ever a momma’s boy handshakes firm, hurtfuluntil I was... - [It Will Rain Today](https://literaryyard.com/2024/01/22/it-will-rain-today/): By: Harrison Abbott They say it will rain today. You wake up before the alarm clock. The GP opens at nine and you wake up shortly after seven. When you open the curtain, a sheen of grey light spreads across... - [Ambition](https://literaryyard.com/2024/01/22/ambition/): By: James Aitchison The placid day belies its chaos:a giant web of conflicted men.Only the eternal realityremains absolute: men dwellon an earthly plane,through a series of lives,one following the other,to seek all that which is beautiful.Only through a soul at... - ['The Irish House Painter' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/01/17/the-irish-house-painter-and-other-poems/): By: Ryan Quinn Flanagan The Irish House Painter (for Brendan Behan) Sky Water Gravy If I should go where names are pluckedfrom golden gongs, the fairy snows there’s briefcase on the stereobriefcase on the stereo don’t stare & lane lanethe... - [Call The Knackermen!](https://literaryyard.com/2024/01/17/call-the-knackermen/): By: John Caulton ‘Driving up the country lanes The knackermen, we’re here again A farmer’s gate, lift the latch Dispatch, collect another batch’ The dead… Oh, the joys of country living; the smell of sewage sludge, silage and manure! Unfortunately,... - [Faith](https://literaryyard.com/2024/01/15/faith-2/): By: James Aitchison I am the peaceful faith,the silence in every step,a silence not of this earth.I have so much to tell you.(Not all men will listen.)Knowledge, once gained,simplifies and shapesyour life and structuresyour inner self.Your purpose and pathwill be... - ['When I am not with You' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/01/15/when-i-am-not-with-you-and-other-poems/): By: Pramod Rastogi When I am not with You My love, when I am not with you,Never too far from me are you.If I were a leaf of yellow hue,A shade of lush green would be youBased on the shade... - [The Bake Off](https://literaryyard.com/2024/01/15/the-bake-off/): By: Charles Wiegand Eliana’s passion is baking. All kinds of baking—bread, candy, cakes, pastries, and pies. She loves baking so much she has three ovens in her kitchen. She is known throughout her neighborhood for her baked goods—everything from simple... - ['A Painting of Sorts' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/01/15/a-painting-of-sorts-and-other-poems/): By: Edward Lees A Painting of Sorts Rippled manganeseLike a path to the horizonParaiba tourmalineDeepening to sapphireSuch slight differenceBetween vacant sea and skyHundreds of raw umber coconutsAt every stage of decompositionSome sproutingDerelict stillness everywhereA solitary figureOn flecked alabaster sandSharp with... - [A Tale of a Wolf](https://literaryyard.com/2023/12/31/a-tale-of-a-wolf/): By Tabussum Sumaiya An intimidated girl once became a WolfLosin’ her soul into oblivious damnationIndiscreetly the ferocious pursuing the moonForgetting the shine might be a deception! Radiance that was irresistible for heartEnchanting was that dazzling lightLittle did the Wolf know... - [Mrs. Hunter and The Duchess](https://literaryyard.com/2023/12/31/mrs-hunter-and-the-duchess/): By Henry Simpson Mike realized he’d skipped lunch, ordered a gin and tonic from the flight attendant, and tried to relax. He deserved a reward for at last escaping Reno. The cocktail was not much to feel guilty about. When... - [Season of Light     ](https://literaryyard.com/2023/12/30/season-of-light/): By: Carl Papa Palmer The old crabapple treeadorned spectacular withwhite blossoms last Mayby the main entranceof Sacred Heart Chapelnow a barren trunkof splayed gray brancheseach twined with stringsof bright points of lightin the cold snowy morningcelebrating this time of year.... - [Security](https://literaryyard.com/2023/12/30/security-2/): By: James Aitchison Man, accept the pattern of life.Embrace the weatheringthat precedes happiness.Your hammering anger isbut a distraction.Know that the paths of men areintertwined, their feet havetramped the long centuries.Each journey brings new tests,as you progress to eachnew level of... - ['February days' and other haiku](https://literaryyard.com/2023/12/30/february-days-and-other-haiku/): By Bruce Levine February daysEnd of winter comes closer Spring equinox nears Making year’s resolveJoyous days tobogganingLife’s journey renewed Harvest days are goneFireplaces filled with logsWarming heart and soul Squirrels gathering nutsBears catch salmon in riversFood stored for winter Deer... - [Author Unidentified](https://literaryyard.com/2023/12/18/author-unidentified/): By John RC Potter The legend goes there was a prophet or perhaps a pilgrim,who wandered the biblical lands many moons ago;he predicted what had happened after the flood.A soothsayer or charlatan we will never know,but he wrote his visions... - [BREATH](https://literaryyard.com/2023/12/18/breath/): By: Brian Michael Barbeito I go through from inside to the outside deck via the automatic doors of an impossibly large ship. Just beyond handsome wooden slats biege that meet white painted wrought iron dividers topped with a teak rail,... - [Silence](https://literaryyard.com/2023/12/18/silence/): By: James Aitchison Having silence in your mindgains you eternal wisdom.See in your soul the lifeyou have constructed.See it with your eternal eye.Sufficiently awakened,you can see all that has gone beforeand all that will come to be.Your inner self is... - ['Seed' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/12/18/seed-and-other-poems/): By: JL Maikaho It is rainingSpring brings lifeTo the whole worldWhy am I dying? Breaking with first lightI sing you back to earthWhate’er dreams you dreamtI’ll sing you to quest i sang gleefullyas i brought afour-leaf cloverbut she screamed“wren, wren go... - ['Little Drops of Serenity' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/12/18/little-drops-of-serenity-and-other-poems/): By: Jeremiah Ogundele  LITTLE DROPS OF SERENITY I hear the raindrops tapping lightly on the roof,A symphony of sound aloof,Slowly, rhythmically breathe it in,My thoughts in turmoil, like the dim. The world outside is bathed in grey,A fog that abides,... - ['Look Underneath The Carpet' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/12/18/look-underneath-the-carpet-and-other-poems/): By: K. A. Williams Look Underneath The Carpet What would I findif I ripped up the carpetand looked underneath?Sometimes I wonder ifit was worth it to ruin abeautiful wooden floorwith all those nailsjust so my feet couldbe warm in the... - [Tea for Two?](https://literaryyard.com/2023/12/18/tea-for-two/): By: Karen O’Leary where is love… when you cut paper dolls into his & hers where is love… when the joker is wild, leaving broken china cups where is love? - ['Riverbeds alive' and other haiku](https://literaryyard.com/2023/12/18/riverbeds-alive-and-other-haiku/): By: Bruce Levine Riverbeds aliveBrook-fed streams to rivers flow Pathways to the sea Parodies begin A sense of humor required Nothing safe for laughs Floating in the air Seagulls and puffins hunting Dinner in the lake Twice the yearly rate... - [the emotional boomerang](https://literaryyard.com/2023/12/18/the-emotional-boomerang/): By: p. horvath “will they return to me?”“yes” spoke the universe “how much longer?”“do they not hurt as i do?” “i am afraid they do not”“and they won’t return until you do not either” - [Crazy Loves](https://literaryyard.com/2023/12/18/crazy-loves/): By: Tom Ball   I still remember my first love well. It ended when she said if I didn’t promise to love her forever, she would jump off the tower. I walked away and when I got down to ground level, her... - [A phoenix rises - a haiku](https://literaryyard.com/2023/12/13/a-phoenix-rises-a-haiku/): By: Bruce Levine A phoenix rises From the ashes of failure Facing a new day - [Fetus](https://literaryyard.com/2023/12/13/fetus/): By: Mariam Shengelia It has been nearly nine months since the fetus has been indulging in its carefree life in its mother’s womb. Being in a symbiotic relationship with its mother, it feels as if it is in paradise. just... - ['If We Meet Again' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/12/13/if-we-meet-again-and-other-poems/): By: Shamik Banerjee If We Meet Again When many Springs and Autumns have gone by,Amid a concourse, should we chance to meet,Will we ignore the moment with a sighOr stop to see each other: smile and greet? The heavy husk... - [Left vs right: an even-handed perspective](https://literaryyard.com/2023/12/13/left-vs-right-an-even-handed-perspective/): By: James Aitchison Is it really a right-handed world?  Are left-handed people forever to be judged as second-class citizens? The Latin word for left is sinister.  The French word for left is gauche.  Small wonder the odds are stacked against left-handed people;... - [A Piece of Chalk](https://literaryyard.com/2023/12/12/a-piece-of-chalk/): By: Harrison Abbott Apparently my uncle had had another of his suicidal drinking bouts and he needed help sobering up. I drove over to his house. And found him walking along the road, raging at the planet like a maniac.... - ['Ollie Ollie' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/12/12/ollie-ollie-and-other-poems/): By: Carl Papa Palmer Ollie Ollie Giggling, she runs from the family room couchwhere I sit and count, both hands over my eyes.“1,2,3,4,5 and 5 is 10. Ready or not, here I come.” First, in the kitchen, opening and slamming... - [In Search of Kindness](https://literaryyard.com/2023/12/12/in-search-of-kindness/): By William T. Hathaway Now is the season when priests proclaim, “Peace on earth, goodwill towards men” and mainstream media soothe us with stories and images of kindness. But why do peace and goodwill remain just dreams? Why is kindness... - [A Life’s Road Less Traveled](https://literaryyard.com/2023/11/29/a-lifes-road-less-traveled/): By: Linda Barrett I. “Dudley’s Stella. I know what you’re talking about,” The e-mail read. Mirabella Reid gazed at it, sitting back in her office chair. Only eight words. Her boss walked past her with a sidelong glance. “Are you... - [Selling Hygge](https://literaryyard.com/2023/11/29/selling-hygge/): By: K.E. Semmel Twenty years ago, during my aborted attempt to get an MFA in creative writing, I submitted a story for a workshop. It was about a middle-aged man who witnesses the neighbor’s teenage babysitter having sex with her boyfriend—an experience... - ['Ghost I Am' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/11/29/ghost-i-am-and-other-poems/): By Michael Lee Johnson Ghost I Am Here is a private hut staring at me, twigs & branches over the top— naked & alone. I respond to an old 60s doo-wopsong:  In the Still of the Night Fred Parris and... - [Zegeunerwisen](https://literaryyard.com/2023/11/23/zegeunerweisen/): By: Suchoon Mo so long agoin that small townso far awaya young man was playing a violinaloneSarasate’s Gypsy AirZegeunerweisenin that small house so long agoa raging civil war cameand a young man diedshot by a firing squadthe young manwho used... - [I’m turning into Dad](https://literaryyard.com/2023/11/23/im-turning-into-dad/): By: Carl Papa Palmer The ringing interrupts watching the football game.Both phone and remote sit on the couch beside me,I grab one blindly, hit a button and my TV turns off. Finding my phone I listen to the recorded message.Some... - [Fall Haiku](https://literaryyard.com/2023/11/23/fall-haiku-2/): By: Jim Bates Across the cosmosJupiter shines and ignitesA flame in my soul. Cold windy gray daySleety rain changing to snowTurning gardens white. Almost like a dreamThe moon rises casting lightSo gloriously. Magic autumn lightGolden electricityRe-charging the soul - ['Empty Nights' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/11/20/empty-nights-and-other-poems/): By: Ann Christine Tabaka  Empty Nights whispers in the darkall that is left of our lovereaching out for youyou are no longer there– empty nights Time the boisterous rumbling of a kittenall too soon becomesthe muted purr of old age... - ['walk with wound' a narrative poem](https://literaryyard.com/2023/11/20/walk-with-wound-a-narrative-poem/): By Domonique Onefirst night in Europe. kind Bordeaux breezea vista of the city . .feet firmly planted feeling like stonesTears fell from my eyes and down my cheeksbut there was no cathartic rescueor release. I felt an acute longing to... - [The amaranthine fairy](https://literaryyard.com/2023/11/17/the-amaranthine-fairy/): By: Pawel Markiewicz Like sparkles of dreamery – fantasy,born from hundreds thoughts and from memories,you compass the world of mythology.Here and there plenty of effusions. Fairy – she-paramour of druids, priests,kiss a fairway of starlets and the moon!In you a... - [Shaping the soul](https://literaryyard.com/2023/11/17/shaping-the-soul/): By: James Aitchison You were bornas a shellcontaining youreternal self.By stripping awaythe debris thus far gatheredin your journey,you will be released fromearthly bondsand be reborn with clarity,strength, and silence.Thereafter,what will shape your soulwill be of your choiceand with yourpermission. - [The Artless Art of Ruth Prawer Jhabvala's Short Stories](https://literaryyard.com/2023/11/06/the-artless-art-of-ruth-prawer-jhabvalas-short-stories/): By: Ramlal Agarwal  Ruth Prawer Jhabvala has been highly regarded by the Western literary world. However, she has been severely criticized and badly neglected by the Indian literati. C. Paul Verghese and Meenakshi Mukherjee did not consider her an Indian... - [My Photography](https://literaryyard.com/2023/11/06/my-photography/): By: Aaron Moon Throughout the many years photography has evolved, with many new techniques and tools used to take photographs, photographers all share one goal. The use of photography is to record and keep track of whatever photo was taken.... - [Sins of the Father](https://literaryyard.com/2023/10/28/sins-of-the-father/): By John Paul Lama A life for a life. Rex Solomon Alacran and Alicia Sylvia Pastoral Alacran were twenty-eight year old newlyweds. But love was not why they were driving to Rex’s hometown in Nagcarlan, Laguna, that fateful night. It... - [Love](https://literaryyard.com/2023/10/24/love/): By: James Aitchison Man, look into yourselffor your answers and thesoft words of your soul.Can you have a morewonderful companion?Eternity has set downthe blows you will face,the weathering thatprecedes happiness.Seek love that is of themental and physical.You cannot love by... - [Oreo Cookies](https://literaryyard.com/2023/10/24/oreo-cookies/): By: Jim Bates His father loved sports cars driving fastIn the end he had a white Porsche spiderLike James Dean was driving when he diedHis dad liked to take his son up into the mountainsDriving the twisting roads of the... - [Exploring the Benefits of Social Media](https://literaryyard.com/2023/10/24/exploring-the-benefits-of-social-media/): By: Soo Yeon (Stephanie) Suh Social media, the forbidden fruit that corrupts people? Social media refers to an open online platform that shares personal thoughts, opinions, experiences, and information allowing people to create and build relationships with others. Social media... - ['Stargazing Love' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/10/23/stargazing-love-and-other-poems/): By: Claudia Wysocky Stargazing Love Love is a fissure in the universe;It eats at the fabric that holds the partsIn any form together. It shatters them in two. It is a Peculiar Sin, what destroys.The love said to be true... - ['The Last Sparrow' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/10/23/the-last-sparrow-and-other-poems/): By: Jeff Lewis The Last Sparrow As days become shorterand shadows grow long,the verdant tone of Summeryields to the palette of Fall.A sparrow appears on the grassdampened by frost the evening before.The little bird should have long departedto more benevolent... - ['Schadenfreude' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/10/23/schadenfreude-and-other-poems/): By John RC Potter Schadenfreude By John RC PotterDefinition: “Finding joy in someone’s misfortune” This is a German word,it holds a rhythmic resonance.It has a pleasing sound,yet points to a type of penance. They meant me no lasting harm,I believe... - ['At The Mention Of Hope' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/10/19/at-the-mention-of-hope-and-other-poems/): By: Alobu Emmanuel At The Mention Of Hope Life,a pot ofmashed beans,needs a steady fireto keep it warm. i am tired.why has a life like this been given us:one moment we have arrived. the other moment,we are far from the... - [tapped out](https://literaryyard.com/2023/10/19/tapped-out/): By: Karen O’Leary a year trappedin a healthcaresystem—a moneygrabbing empire where patientsmake appointmentsfor consults theydon’t qualify for??? hope dashedwearing out the illyet the cost basiscare keeps rolling - ['Mr. Mendenhall’s Question' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/10/18/mr-mendenhalls-question-and-other-poems/): By: Judith Ferster Mr. Mendenhall’s Question On the train from New Haven to Northampton, my high school friend met the president of my college, who promptly invited us to his grand presidential house for a butler-served dinner, my first. When... - [A Proven Path to Peace](https://literaryyard.com/2023/10/18/a-proven-path-to-peace/): By William T. Hathaway The waves of war are rising again around the fragile ship of our civilization, threatening to sink it to the depths of barbarism and radioactive megadeath. The principle to preventing this is stated in the constitution... - ['Colors of the Sky' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/10/17/colors-of-the-sky-and-other-poems/): By: Stephen Grant COLORS OF THE SKY Let’s look at the sky, its corners and depth, upside downand sideways. Then let’s describe its colour. Blue seemstoo obvious and doesn’t tell us much, a tautology if ever were. 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It’s important to think outside the box and use... - ['Ignition' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/02/22/ignition-and-other-poems/): By: Dakota Phillips Ignition You were dark in the doorwayand I held a contrite, eleven-year-oldin my arms.Don’t you everraise your voice at me again.I knew that you mightbut with serpent tongue,I was certainly no victim either.There was still remedy and... - ["Selcouth Meadows" and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/02/22/selcouth-meadows-and-other-poems/): By: K.G. Munro Selcouth Meadows Rarity is untouched pieces of the earth,With unnamed grasses and perennials, As autumn holds the scenery in it’s embrace,This meadow resembles the spring, With tulips and ladybugs,The air is singing with birds, Animals that were... - [Tomorrow](https://literaryyard.com/2023/02/21/tomorrow/): By: Josephine Rudolf I know I must face youBut I can’t today, maybe tomorrowIf there is oneI was always pretty sure of the tomorrow partYet you took that from me So if I can’t be sure of a tomorrowAll I... - [Sage](https://literaryyard.com/2023/02/21/sage/): By: Jim Bates The granite ground sparklesSun beating down releasing scentsGreen lichen, brown grass, and sageDried horse manure, too. Through the polished white poplarsThe river glistens crashing over rocksThunderingMisty droplets drifting. High above a hawk is callingWings spread soaring on... - ['Sapid' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/02/20/sapid-and-other-poems/): By: KJ Hannah Greenberg Sapid Not all strong, pleasant tastes are free of sycophantic heritage(Consider how obsequious behaviors often precede elections.)Assess, too, the number of “people’s candidates” engaged inMisanthropic, “private” deeds (until their rivals count ballots). Especially in conurbations, denizens... - ['The Pelvis' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/02/19/the-pelvis-and-other-poems/): By: Wayne F. Burke The Pelvis It was almost always Elvisevery Saturday afternoonat the theater:Elvis as race car driverElvis as cowboyElvis as convictand at least one sceneElvis as tough guythough he did not look toughkind of prissy lookingand like maybe... - [I’ve Got My Back](https://literaryyard.com/2023/02/19/ive-got-my-back/): By: Dennis Vannatta 1.             A dozen years ago I underwent a CAT scan.  My doctor called me in to discuss the results.  He looked at the image from the scan, and then, rather than addressing the very serious medical... - [The silence of the stones](https://literaryyard.com/2023/02/19/the-silence-of-the-stones/): By: Barbara Anna Gaiardoni the silence of the stonesfinal coldness* monkfish stewfar-out connections* water heats uppop lights* the casement windowhappy as a lark* chirps in the netmilitary drone* the sea in springchit chat* first ray of sunshinethe last problem - [Jie Chunchang](https://literaryyard.com/2023/02/19/jie-chunchang/): By: Chen Ruizhe Moving house green plants by spring awake, waiting for the rain fine dust clothes.In exchange for the hair Yun Yan Mang, all ready to receive spring clothes. Lift up all thingsWake up by snow waterBroken by vernal... - [Blink](https://literaryyard.com/2023/02/17/blink/): After purchasing a piece of property on a remote island, Daniel finds the place is more than he bargained for. When the rumors of the homes dark history begin popping up, he must ask himself if his investment is worth as much as he paid...not to mention, his life. - [Existence](https://literaryyard.com/2023/02/15/existence/): By: Ethan Goffman In a ramshackle hut high on a lonely mountain peak dwelt the physicist Bernardx Gandalf, who understood the complexities of the universe. “The sun is the result of a rift into another dimension,” they explained (Bernardx is... - ['Frankie Says Don’t Go There' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/02/15/frankie-says-dont-go-there-and-other-poems/): By: Jim Murdoch Frankie Says Don’t Go There Most days I’m nearer to tears than…No one ever says they’re near to smiles, do they?I expect there must be times when I am,when I feel a grin coming on, perchance a... - [ChatGPT and Technophobia](https://literaryyard.com/2023/02/15/chatgpt-and-technophobia/): By Vanaja Malathy The release of ChatGPT by California company Open AI will be remembered as a turning point in introducing a new wave of artificial intelligence to the world. ChatGPT’s ability to ape human speech and automate previously time-consuming... - [Age and Thorn](https://literaryyard.com/2023/02/13/age-and-thorn/): By: Sushant Thapa Trapped and welcomedForsaken and giftedTwo boats in one riverWhen one sails?When one sinks?Decisions and chances,Houses that shelterThe blowing blizzard.Is it pain,Is it endurance?Larger-than-life idealWay too expensiveFor a cheap intuition.The rose of youthThe fragrance of gloryThat keeps repeatedly... - [Compassion](https://literaryyard.com/2023/02/12/compassion/): By Eric Burbridge             The cool morning breeze attacked the exposed nerves of his rotten wisdom tooth. Twig Pike rubbed his jaw as tears ran down his cheek. He focused and continued to back the heavily armored rig into the... - [The Wheel of Fortune and Power in King Lear by William Shakespeare](https://literaryyard.com/2023/02/12/the-wheel-of-fortune-and-power-in-king-lear-by-william-shakespeare/): By: Daniel Troy King Lear by William Shakespeare is a classic that dramatizes the ascent and descent of power in many characters. In doing so, Shakespeare explores power and what it means. How does power work? Can a person at... - ['Pickle' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/02/12/pickle-and-other-poems/): By: Annie Albright Pickle I pickled cucumbers that daybut as I was slicing the cucumbers I cut my thumband a drop of blood fell in the pickling liquida drop of salt in saltand I was remindedof the specimens in my... - [The Bond](https://literaryyard.com/2023/02/12/the-bond/): By: Vanaja Malathy          April and May always bring a lot of thrill, excitement, and anticipation of some magic to unfold. A month of summer holidays, a relief from the drudgery of completing the syllabus, examinations, paper corrections, and declaration... - [Death Waits at the Gate](https://literaryyard.com/2023/02/11/death-waits-at-the-gate/): By: Leigh-Anne Burley Death waits at the gate, admission is free, and he is not picky. It’s tedious work, downright dull. After endless centuries, faces blur, but disasters and famines speed up the process. Longing to take a break, Death... - [3 Ways Hindenburg-Adani Crisis Underlines Power of Content](https://literaryyard.com/2023/02/10/3-ways-hindenburg-adani-crisis-underlines-power-of-content/): Content can make and break brands, businesses, careers, personal images, governments and much more. The power of content gets underlined every day in different shapes and forms around us. This is especially seen when mighty businesses and people try to... - [Review: 'Allegria' by Giuseppe Ungaretti, translated from the Italian by Geoffrey Brock](https://literaryyard.com/2023/02/09/review-allegria-by-giuseppe-ungaretti-translated-from-the-italian-by-geoffrey-brock/): By Thomas Sanfilip Literary form collapses under the pressure of social upheaval. In the process, a natural progression from one state of consciousness to another makes cultural continuity impossible. In the intervening period, when all has collapsed under the weight... - ['A Tale of Two Plantations' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/02/09/a-tale-of-two-plantations-and-other-poems/): By: CLS Sandoval A Tale of Two Plantations Myth of Black ConfederatesLies of those who tell themselves thatConfederate statues are important to remind us of our white heritage Imagine a Bronzed homage to the Third Reich in MunichYou will have... - [Must-Have Habits of the Most Successful Content Marketers](https://literaryyard.com/2023/02/08/must-have-habits-of-the-most-successful-content-marketers/): Content marketers have to be a little bit of everything; a strategist, an editor, a storyteller, and more. While the job description may sound daunting, there are some habits that successful content marketers share which help them produce high-quality work... - [Four Winter Haiku](https://literaryyard.com/2023/02/07/four-winter-haiku-4/): By: Jim Bates Sub-zero wind blowsIce crystals form on eyebrowsThoughts of spring prevail. Warm winter daydreamsBlue sky and bluebirds singingChase away the grey Sunshine through bare treesShadows on snowy crystalsStretching toward spring. Subtle shift in moodSorting flower seed packetsDreaming of... - [Rainy Days](https://literaryyard.com/2023/02/06/rainy-days/): By Heather Park Rainy days can be sad and boring for many people. Your mom makes you stay inside because it is freezing, wet, and you might develop a cold. But activities like playing games, finding old household items in... - [Oh, to be a Narcissist](https://literaryyard.com/2023/02/06/oh-to-be-a-narcissist/): By: David R. Topper Oh, to be a narcissistis to beoblivious to being wrongoblivious to making a mistakeoblivious to making slip upsoblivious to inadvertently offending someone Oh, to be a narcissistis even to beoblivious to apologizing for being apologetic Oh,... - [Dark Night](https://literaryyard.com/2023/02/06/dark-night/): By: Laura Stamps What does she feel like today? Which postcard? Something light. Bright. A sunflower. Yes. That’s it. That’s the one. “Dear Elaine,” she writes. “This morning. On Tucker Road. Driving home from work. I saw a man. Walking.... - [Purpose](https://literaryyard.com/2023/02/04/purpose/): By: James Aitchison What purpose is therein a world that wants todestroy itself? It is not for the world to say. There is a sequence in the tapestryof life, dictated by the Wheel,as each being progresses througha series of lives.... - [4 Common Email Marketing Blunders You Should Get Rid Off](https://literaryyard.com/2023/02/04/4-common-email-marketing-blunders-you-should-get-rid-off/): When done correctly, email marketing can be one of the most effective strategies to generate leads and engage customers. But unfortunately, many marketers do resort to common blunders that can significantly reduce their chances of success and expected outcomes. In... - [Don't Make These Content Marketing Mistakes in 2023](https://literaryyard.com/2023/02/03/dont-make-these-content-marketing-mistakes-in-2023/): Content marketing is an ever-evolving function, and as digital media continues to grow and change, so too do the pitfalls that marketers should avoid. As we enter into 2023, there are a few key content marketing mistakes that marketing professionals... - ['Love Notes' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/02/03/love-notes-and-other-poems/): By Emily Breen Love Notes I wrote heartfelt love notes before I knew what love wasBefore I knew what like wasAnd while I was writing them I knew I felt every emotion that came close to love And looking back... - ['Thin Tally' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/02/03/thin-tally-and-other-poems/): By: Viator Thin Tally My fingers are scored with the incisionsof these dry days, my skin shrinking,unable to meet the square-inchrequirements of the underneathuncaring bones, so separatingin pain and small slices, invisible even thoughshouting in their sharp zinguntil well after... - [Review: 'Flame at Door and Raisin: The First Three Short Stories' by Alex M. Frankel](https://literaryyard.com/2023/01/30/review-flame-at-door-and-raisin-the-first-three-short-stories-by-alex-m-frankel/): By Radomir Vojtech Luza Alex M. Frankel may be the best writer in Los Angeles who has not hit The New York Times Bestseller list.  “FLAME AT DOOR AND RAISIN,” his latest short story collection, aims to raise the bar... - [Negotiating with Terrorists](https://literaryyard.com/2023/01/30/negotiating-with-terrorists/): By: Terry Trowbridge Brussels sprout sorbetsaid the terrorist in the kitchentaking the birthday boy’ssocial life hostagethose chocolate cake eyesfocused on tomorrow’s eight flamesconsidering the limits pick up his clothes then whatclean the cat boxvacuum the stairswash the carbut then he... - ['Wind, Tree' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/01/30/wind-tree-and-other-poems/): By: Brandon McQuade WIND, TREE The sun is a yellow axechopping at our backs. A single, barren treeits branches splayed in the open air. Veiny,naked limbs longing for a companion,settling for the wind. ### FIVE BEATING HEARTS Witness the worms... - ['Where have they all gone?' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/01/29/where-have-they-all-gone-and-other-poems/): By: Vanaja Malathy Where have they all gone? Where have all my dear and near ones gone?their memories heal and reinvigorate my mindand at times stifle and sting my heart.i feel I am standing in the midst of a barren... - [Tchaikovsky’s Swan Lake](https://literaryyard.com/2024/05/02/tchaikovskys-swan-lake/): By: Josephine Forch Morose those creatures of dancers’ corpses are,the swans whose ambiguity dissolves in parts of sand.Whose plain pale feathers under the moonlight shine,and ribcages unravel human,puppets on a stage bearing skirts and faces unkind,Whose eyes solidify to melancholic... - [The Fruit](https://literaryyard.com/2024/05/01/the-fruit/): By: Daniel Colbert In the beginning, word went round:“There’s something stirring up from the ground.”The angels made a happy sound.It was good. There’s a tree with fruit that opens your eyes;Suddenly, now, there’s truth and lies.It’s gonna be some kind... - [A Literary Interpretation of the “Fall of Man” Story in Genesis 3](https://literaryyard.com/2024/05/01/a-literary-interpretation-of-the-fall-of-man-story-in-genesis-3/): The essay that follows reflects my understanding of these extraordinary stories through the lens of a literary reading, i.e., setting down the baggage that comes from reading the texts as sacred and instead engaging with them as literature, as suggested by the literary critic Harold Bloom in his “The Book of J.” - ['Thirteen Ways of Looking at an Unwritten Poem' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/04/28/thirteen-ways-of-looking-at-unwritten-poem/): By: Benjamin Thorne Thirteen Ways of Looking at an Unwritten Poem Iblack ants scurryrandomly,ignoring my commands IIa sinking islandof white spacesubmergedin a white sea,a melting icebergof thought IIIthe poem is a pregnant pauseuncomfortably waitingto give birth IVpaper blossoms with salt-water... - ['The Day is Religious' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/04/28/the-day-is-religious-and-other-poems/): By: Tim Suermondt The Day is Religious And an angel on the streetcalls for me to come down. “Don’t you mean come up?”“Just do it,” she says, the irritationin her voice can’t be hidden. I put on my shoes and... - ['I Wonder What I’d Do If I Were Invisible For One Day' and poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/04/26/i-wonder-what-id-do-if-i-were-invisible-for-one-day-and-poems/): By: Andal Srivatsan I Wonder What I’d Do If I Were Invisible For One Day In my head, I’d be a samaritan – take on exigent issues of the day,like poverty. The other day, I spotteda young girl in the... - [The Power of A Big Brother](https://literaryyard.com/2024/04/26/the-power-of-a-big-brother/): By: Yoonwoo Lee I give something many volunteers cannot — the gift of being a big brother to third grader Yoo Sangho. Sangho doesn’t really like school, but he studies a lot. Eternally upbeat, he enjoys his life, as simple... - ['The Old Men' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/04/26/the-old-men-and-other-poems/): By: Steve Grogan “The Old Men” I’ll be one of them someday,the old men who wait on the lonely park bench. The October dust comesas Halloween breathes around them.Autumn glows on their shoulders. The old men sit therewaiting for something to... - [Drive-In Movie Haiku](https://literaryyard.com/2024/04/24/drive-in-movie-haiku/): By: Laura Stamps Guess what? Six months atmy new job, and I got araise. Wow. Love this state. Florida. Glad Imoved. Love my job. And my raise.Time to celebrate! A drive-in movie.We should go. Tonight. Me andHazel. What’s playing? Hazel... - [I long for you](https://literaryyard.com/2024/04/24/i-long-for-you/): By Tabussum Sumaiya I long for youLike the pinnacle of the mountain,That longs to reach the skyThe sun through the dense woodsTo meet the green,I will gently touch your skin. Like the setting sun,Longs to meet the moonThe waterfalls fall... - [Valentine Surprise](https://literaryyard.com/2024/04/23/valentine-surprise/): By Stephen Tillman “Not here!” Julie exclaimed as Mark held open the door of the restaurant. “It’s too fancy and too expensive. I’m not dressed for a place like this. You said it would be casual.” “Don’t you worry your... - [The Gal on a Door   ](https://literaryyard.com/2024/04/23/the-gal-on-a-door/): By John RC Potter Let me tell you a story of a galon a doorin the back of a station wagonon her wayto the hospital,and how she ended up there. Becky had a freefall from grace,barrelling out the kitchen door;in... - [The Blizzard of 1978](https://literaryyard.com/2024/04/18/the-blizzard-of-1978/): By: Fran Schumer             Some time ago, when I was a young mother, a woman in my neighborhood told me that every day at about 2 p.m., before her daughter came home from school, she would masturbate. If her husband,... - ['Hesitation' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/04/17/hesitation-and-other-poems/): Chloe Min's poignant collection reflects on transience and the pain of parting. From hesitating to leave a loved one to the quiet disappearance of spring and joyous moments under a rainbow parachute, her verses capture fleeting beauty. Sand grains in her "Memories" symbolize the fading past, mirroring life's impermanence. Chloe, a student at Oak Hill School, cherishes reading, writing, and chess. - [205](https://literaryyard.com/2024/04/16/205/): By Nicola Vallera It’s the craziest day of my life, and I’m heading into the department stores for Christmas shopping. I wasn’t planning on buying anything for anyone. I’m thirty-one, my folks are gone, and my relatives are memories. Thank... - [The Woman on the Wall](https://literaryyard.com/2024/04/16/the-woman-on-the-wall/): By: Erik Priedkalns There is a Japanese woman carved into the side of a mountain, on the face of a granite wall. The wall is deep in a Niigata Forest, close to the Sea of Japan. She sits high in... - [Business Class](https://literaryyard.com/2024/04/16/business-class/): By Taylor Dibbert He’s settling intoHis business class seatOn a flight headingFrom DCTo DohaAnd thenHe’ll fly toSri Lanka,A long wayTo go andHe’s feelingSo gratefulFor this seat. ### Taylor Dibbert is a writer, journalist, and poet in Washington, DC. “Invictus,” his... - [Steam Train](https://literaryyard.com/2024/04/16/steam-train/): In the quaint Alpine village of Valles, Emily develops a lifelong fascination with a stationary steam train, symbolizing her quest for love. Despite various relationships and the fading allure of the train over decades, she eventually finds contentment with Pieter. Returning to Valles, the ever-present steam is gone, replaced by shared laughter and new beginnings. - [10 Things Heavier People Can Do To Sleep Better](https://literaryyard.com/2024/04/15/10-things-heavier-people-can-do-to-sleep-better/): To improve your sleep quality despite carrying a few extra pounds, there are several practical steps to ponder. You’ve got to understand the link between your weight and sleep quality.  It’s key to establish a consistent sleep schedule, avoid caffeine... - [Honesty](https://literaryyard.com/2024/04/15/honesty/): By: James Aitchison See how a life can wander,unaware of its true path.All beings aspire to be eternal.Eternity is within,discovered in the silent soul.Hear the Voice that speaksuntiringly, words of peaceand purity.Honesty is the key toself and soul.Master the self,unlock... - [Is Our Sum Equal to Zero?](https://literaryyard.com/2024/04/14/is-our-sum-equal-to-zero/): Struggling with existential questions and the complexity of life, the narrator reflects on their journey from childhood outcast to failed entrepreneur alongside their partner. Revisiting past failures and confronting unending challenges, the duo wrestles with the concept of purpose and the angst of unrealized dreams, as they approach the cusp of turning 30. Despite the fear of futility, they yet cling to the hope of finding their path and continue to seek a meaningful existence. - [I’m sorry I lied](https://literaryyard.com/2024/04/14/im-sorry-i-lied/): Reese Scott warns against heeding the disillusioned older generation, who've abandoned their dreams, turning to gin and cigarettes, physically deteriorating. At 55, they're aware of their emptiness and inability to offer protection but vows honesty and a futile attempt to save you, ending with an apology. - ['Uncle Ernest' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/04/14/uncle-ernest-and-other-poems/): By: John Ziegler Uncle Ernest was a thin man, bent crane-like. His Adam’s apple bobbed with his keening harangue. Also when he laughed. A bank clerk, he was invested, AT&T, U.S. Steel. He died alone in the shower, discovered by... - [The Ritterson School for Psychic Powers](https://literaryyard.com/2024/04/14/the-ritterson-school-for-psychic-powers/): David William Jurgenson pens a tale set in Frankenstein, Missouri, where young Vallow, accused of arson, contests her expulsion at Ritterson, a dubious school for the gifted. As she confronts Headmaster McGovern about the institution's true nature, she's unwillingly sacrificed to a dark deity after a chilling incantation, revealing the school's nefarious purpose. - [The Serpent](https://literaryyard.com/2024/04/14/the-serpent/): By: Henry Simpson The previous owners of the house Susie and I recently bought had neglected the front and back yards. Artists, hippies, lazy folks, or whatever they were, they were not neat and tidy. Slobs, actually, though Susie would... - [McSanskrit: The origins of Scottish language   ](https://literaryyard.com/2024/04/14/mcsanskrit-the-origins-of-scottish-language/): By: James Aitchison The debate rages in scholarly circles: what language did the ancient inhabitants of Scotland speak?  Did the Picts possess a lost language, was it an Indo-European dialect, or was it simply Celtic? Our first clues can be... - [Elon Musk’s Bed Stand](https://literaryyard.com/2024/04/10/elon-musks-bed-stand/): By: Walt Shulits Is it a covert confession, his guilt gushing, grabbing him by the ankles and shaking until truth tumbles onto the nightstand or is the photo his personal meme, the renunciation of a carefully cultivated carapace, an assertion of who he really... - [Why I Music](https://literaryyard.com/2024/04/10/why-i-music/): By: Caleb Park Music is a noun. Here’s what Google says about music: “vocal or instrumental sounds (or both) combined in such a way as to produce beauty of form, harmony, and expression of emotion.” So obviously, it doesn’t really... - [Alan’s Bill Complaint](https://literaryyard.com/2024/04/10/alans-bill-complaint/): Alan is shocked by an $815 landline bill, presuming Daria's unauthorized international calls are to blame. She dismisses his concerns, claiming the calls were for organizing 'talcum powder' shipments, a gift plan for friends. Alan's frustration spills over literally and verbally, while Daria defends her extravagant actions, hinting at a lucrative scheme. Despite his anger at her disregard for money and assistance, Alan's deep-seated fascination with Daria's unconventional nature prevails. - [Let's be realistic](https://literaryyard.com/2024/04/10/lets-be-realistic/):  By: Idoko Jennifer Uloma What if we become more realistic? What if we put pretence to stop? What if we dispose of our masks and become our true selves? What if we become carefree and unapologetically ourselves? What if we... - [The Bright Yellow Birdhouse ](https://literaryyard.com/2024/04/08/the-bright-yellow-birdhouse/): Theodore "Ted" Kortenkamp, now a junior partner at a prestigious law firm, lives in the shadow of his successful father and under the weight of family expectations. Experiencing difficulty in his marriage due to reluctance about starting a family, Ted has a realization after observing a wren's domestic bliss in a bright yellow birdhouse his wife, Ellie, had hung in their patio. This moment of introspection leads Ted to confront his fears, culminating in a reconciliatory moment with Ellie, where he finally agrees it's time to start their family. The story is written by Leon Kortenkamp, a San Francisco Bay Area writer and artist with an extensive background including military service and a Master of Fine Arts degree. - [City of Light and Love](https://literaryyard.com/2024/04/08/city-of-light-and-love/): Daniel de Culla paints a critical and humorous picture of Paris, mocking its nicknames 'City of Light' and 'City of Love'. He describes the Ferris Wheel at the amusement park as a highlight, offering views of landmarks like Notre Dame and the Eiffel Tower. Yet, he warns of the expensive café drinks and the undesirable taste of holy water. With sarcasm, he recounts the disillusionment in the quest for love, seeking but not finding satisfaction in Pigalle's notorious Moulin Rouge, mocked by the dancers for their unmet desires, leading to a disappointing turn in a sex shop. De Culla's narrative carries a caution from his father, emphasizing the illusion versus the reality of the city's promises. - [ Spring Haiku](https://literaryyard.com/2024/04/08/spring-haiku-3/): By: Jim Bates Beneath the tree topsA lush carpet of soft fernsBeckons one to rest. Sunlight sparklingOn water droplets fallingBirds frolic beneath. Snow-On-the-MountainSoft green and white groundcoverSoothing to the soul. After hot yard workResting under shady treesCool breeze refreshes. Cascading... - [Winter Haiku](https://literaryyard.com/2024/04/08/winter-haiku/): By: Jim Bates After the snowstormWinter’s soft gentle beautySnow on evergreens. Glorious bright moonShining on snow reflectingBrilliant winter light. At the skating rinkHappy folks spin and swirlA winter ballet. Sunlit snow fallingTiny flakes frosting the groundSparkling and gleaming. Bleak gray... - ['Intake' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/04/08/intake-and-other-poems/): By: James Hippie Intake The intake psychiatrist asked meif I was hearing voices,experiencing hallucinations,or believed I possessedany superpowers. Then he asked meto remember three words: AppleBroadwayPencil Twenty-seven yearslater I canstill recall them,like a mantraor form ofsympathetic magic. As long as... - ['Forest Dwelling Thing' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/04/08/forest-dwelling-thing-and-other-poems/): By: Ryan Quinn Flanagan Forest Dwelling Thing No druid-hung tree for you,no forest dwelling thing,no bloodletters or caregivers –please pass the silent leech tongsof dinner table etiquette. For what ails, there is no cure.No principality of common refuge. That dangling... - [Priest’s Palette](https://literaryyard.com/2024/04/02/priests-palette/): Carl Papa Palmer recounts his family's humorous take on Ash Wednesday, with the priest's ashen cross on his father's bald head growing each year. His mother jokes about his 'big canvas,' and the siblings teasingly join in. The threat of skipping ice cream silences them, revealing a heartwarming family tradition imbued with laughter and sentiment. - [Birthday Memorial with Tenten](https://literaryyard.com/2024/04/02/birthday-memorial-with-tenten/): Mayumi reflects on the absence of a loved one during a past birthday, with her pet Tenten still alive then. Now, as another birthday approaches without Tenten, the loved one has returned. Amidst tragedies in the world, Mayumi's perspective on her small world shifts, desiring the loved one's presence until her life's end. - [Compassion: Healing a Disconnected World](https://literaryyard.com/2024/04/02/compassion-healing-a-disconnected-world/): Harper Lee's "To Kill a Mockingbird" promotes compassion to counteract racism, as illustrated by Atticus Finch's advice to his daughter Scout. Research from Stanford and the University of Texas reinforces the importance of compassion and self-compassion for psychological and social well-being. Kindness and compassion also have contagious effects that benefit society. However, global happiness is declining, a phenomenon that can be remedied by fostering compassion, which is crucial for a content and connected society. - ['The World is Not Renewed' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/04/02/the-world-is-not-renewed-and-other-poems/): By: R.T. Castleberry THE WORLD IS NOT RENEWED Sleeping beneathGoodwill blanket and sheets,the first rattle of winteragainst the windows,I take tension intoevery breathing day.Feral, almost criminal,I drive back threats, toss backtavern shots and beers.No matter where I strike,any lie or... - [Peace Meeting](https://literaryyard.com/2024/04/01/peace-meeting/): By: Dr. Charles Gibson O peace, where art thou? Seek me out as a prize, inthe midst of a plate, observedby one who hungers for fulfillment.Take hold of me, like a memorizedlover, infatuated with my very presence.Grip me, O peace,... - [When does love happen?](https://literaryyard.com/2024/03/31/when-does-love-happen/): By: Vanaja Malathy What is love? Love is love! Does love happen among the equals? not always…remember the Vendetta between two families of Romeo and Juliet Does love happen between two youngsters? not always… recall Vladimir Nabokov’s Lolita Does love... - [The world](https://literaryyard.com/2024/03/31/the-world/): By: James Aitchison The world does not wait.I will.Hear my voice in thestillness. In the calmnessthat defies distractions.Know the passages oflives and fates,know of the death thatfollows each death,know of love beyond love.The world and its opinionsare not important.I will... - [Raj Kamal Jha's The Patient in Bed Number 12](https://literaryyard.com/2024/03/31/raj-kamal-jhas-the-patient-in-bed-number-12/): By: Ramlal Agarwal  Raj Kamal Jha is an IIT student and holds a Master’s from the University of Southern California. He is the chief editor at The Indian Express, the largest newspaper in India. He appeared on the literary scene in 1996 with... - ['Spring Erases Winter' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/03/31/spring-erases-winter-and-other-poems/): By: Bruce Levine Spring Erases Winter The season of snow Comes to an end As all things must Winter melts with The residue of ice Making way for the spring As the budding of trees And crocuses sprouting Forecast the... - [FREDDIE](https://literaryyard.com/2024/03/30/freddie-2/): By: Harrison Abbott My brother Freddie was sentenced to be executed. He’d been on Death Row for years; but he was due to be killed next week. On the Tuesday. So I drove over to see him for one last... - [Three Spring Haiku](https://literaryyard.com/2024/03/30/three-spring-haiku/): By Jim Bates After somber rainPretty morning glories bloomUnexpected gift. Belief they will growCarrot seeds planted with careFaith in Nature’s hands. Woodland stream babblingBubbling along trickling songNature’s lullaby. - ['The Ocean Between Two Souls' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/03/30/the-ocean-between-two-souls-and-other-poems/): By Nolo Segundo The Ocean Between Two Souls When you tryto understand anotherand find a wall put up in haste,orcome upon an old moatwith more mud than wateryet still impassableandyou wonder once againwhy there’s alwaysan abyssbetween you and the other…... - ['Wheels of Reinvention' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/03/30/wheels-of-reinvention-and-other-poems/): By: Wayne Russell Wheels of Reinvention Another rainy night,driving in darknessilluminated only bypale headlights.In the rearview mirror,the past evaporates,right before my eyes.The hurts and traumas,now scatter like leafymemories, dead to theworld.Tonight, I’m leaving itall behind, in ghostlyplumes of exhaust.Tonight, I... - [10 Tips for Better Sleep Hygiene and How Your Mattress Plays a Role](https://literaryyard.com/2024/03/29/10-tips-for-better-sleep-hygiene-and-how-your-mattress-plays-a-role/): You need a good night’s sleep and your mattress is essential to that mission. A clean, comfortable mattress is part of healthy sleep hygiene, as is maintaining a regular sleep schedule.  What you eat can also affect your sleep quality,... - [Dorothy Parker: America’s most treasured wit](https://literaryyard.com/2024/03/20/dorothy-parker-americas-most-treasured-wit/): By: James Aitchison “The first thing I do in the morning is brush my teeth and sharpen my tongue.” And she was not exaggerating.  Dorothy Parker (1893 — 1967) was famed as an American poet, writer, critic, and screenwriter.  Most... - [Capturing Varanasi through the lens of Sarthak Dasgupta: A review](https://literaryyard.com/2024/03/19/varanasi-the-lens-of-sarthak-dasgupta/): Sarthak Dasgupta's "Varanasi: A Filmmaker’s Musings Along The Ghats" is a visual journey into the heart of Varanasi. Encountered at the World Book Fair, this photobook engages with its stunning portrayal of the city's ghats and lanes. Dasgupta's photographs, rich with history and spirituality, act as visual poems, inviting readers to introspect and explore the depths of both Varanasi and themselves. Highly recommended for those seeking understanding and inspiration. - [Calm](https://literaryyard.com/2024/03/15/calm/): By:  James Aitchison Accept, Man, the pattern of all life,for with acceptance comes calm.See with your eternal selfthat this life is a path,and each stone an event,a moment, a crisis.See with detachmentthe whole pathand not the stones.Calm is when the... - ['Frogs’ Love' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/03/15/frogs-love-and-other-poems/): By: Daniel de Culla FROGS’ LOVE In a week without ThursdayMy grandson brings to the pondOn Paseo de la Isla, BurgosTwo beautiful frogs to seeIf they love each otherAnd they raise, as he says, “little frogs”Tadpoles.In my carelessnessA gentleman has... - ['Apology to the Author of the Book I did not Read' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/03/15/apology-to-the-author-of-the-book-i-did-not-read-and-other-poems/): J.R. Solonche offers poignant commentary on the modern experience through three poems: an apology to an author for not reading his book despite positive reviews, musings on the constancy and metaphor of railroad tracks, and a rooftop conversation about cell phones, drinks, and familial responsibilities, underscoring integrity. - ['abandoned by all things' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/03/15/abandoned-by-all-things-and-other-poems/): Karl Koweski recounts rejecting his brother's request to write a eulogy for a scarcely-remembered father—a man whose legacy is as grim as the neglected upbringing both siblings endured. He reflects on his own troubled youth, narrowly escaping containment in an institution that housed abandoned children, a place he equated with prison. Now, besieged by a paralyzing languor and the relentless noise of a haunted past, Karl confronts the daily struggle to persist, armed only with a numbed conscience and dwindling resolve. - [Cabernet or Chardonnay](https://literaryyard.com/2024/03/15/cabernet-or-chardonnay/): By: Judge Santiago Burdon  Does he touch you with deep cabernet dreams, or is it just chardonnay passion, does your heart race from his nearness, is there surrender in his scent, does he tempt you, does he leave you breathless,... - [Writing Tips and Techniques for Budding Authors in the Age of ChatGPT and Gemini](https://literaryyard.com/2024/03/07/writing-tips-and-techniques-for-budding-authors-in-the-age-of-chatgpt-and-gemini/): Wanna know about important writing tips in the age of generative AI? Aspiring authors today find themselves in a fascinating era where artificial intelligence (AI) tools like ChatGPT and Gemini can significantly enhance their writing process. But having writing tools... - ['Kite' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/03/07/kite-and-other-poems/): The poems of Mahathi teem with introspection and vivid imagery, revealing a spectrum of thoughts from a kite's flight symbolizing lost freedom to a yearning heart's call for a distant love. They shed light on the profound act of seeing the divine despite the lack of sensory experience and reflect on the poet's personal authenticity amidst societal expectations. Persistent themes include the clash of ideals within religious contexts and the inner turmoil experienced amidst tranquil nature. Mahathi's body of work, comprising nine books, is characterized by its classical style and engaging verse. - [No More](https://literaryyard.com/2024/03/07/no-more/): Pettra Yahya expresses a final farewell to alcohol, emphasizing the damage it caused, from physical debilitation to emotional boredom. They declare a determined break-up with alcohol, confidently banishing it from their life and celebrating newfound freedom by removing its presence entirely. - ['Rustic' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/03/06/rustic-and-other-poems/): By: Rita McDermott Rustic Cold damp rain pervades the forestWhile flames crackle in the stone fireplaceBeads of moisture slide down the windowpaneAnd the scent of burning logs fills the room.Enveloped by the warmth of the fireTaking in the view of... - ['Dating a Troll' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/03/06/dating-a-troll-and-other-poems/): By: Blair Boleyn Dating a Troll My beauty you extol,But you don’t care about my soul.You just want a doll you can control. Morgana’s Admirer You said, “You, my friend, I admire,You’re not afraid to walk close to the fire.You... - ['Schizo' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/03/06/schizo-and-other-poems/): By: Marc Carver SCHIZO I like walking at nightthe streetlights show two of metwo shadows that fall one behind the otheralthough we still go the same wayI wonder which one I amof course I am bothtwo men but oneBut I... - [The Great Gatsby is a clear representation of the American dream in the 1920s](https://literaryyard.com/2024/03/05/the-great-gatsby-is-a-clear-representation-of-the-american-dream-in-the-1920s/): By: Sashie The American dream is based on a concept that anyone can obtain success, regardless of their upbringing or socio-economic status. Gatsby’s life is the epitome of the American dream. He chooses to live his life dangerously in order... - [The New Kid On The Block](https://literaryyard.com/2024/03/05/the-new-kid-on-the-block/): By Bruce Levine Being the new kid on the block isn’t easy. Pairings have already been made. Groups have been organized as if by some unseen and unknown hand sorting everyone; pointing to each person as if saying ‘you go... - [Where Do Rainbows Go?](https://literaryyard.com/2024/03/05/where-do-rainbows-go/): By: Bruce Levine Where do rainbows go After they fade away? Is there a land of color And parades of chocolate cake? Do leprechauns go bowling Or skate in pools of rain? Do milkshakes last forever In a never empty... - ['The Snow Train' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/03/05/the-snow-train-and-other-poems/): By: Ed Nichols The Slow Train        A train came by the station so fast it was just a blur. So fast we could scarcely read the writing on the side of the train. Everybody was confused. We didn’t understand what... - [For Danica Joy’s 27th Birthday](https://literaryyard.com/2024/03/05/for-danica-joys-27th-birthday/): By: April Mae Berza She is beautiful inside outlike an ethereal flame,rekindling the summers of youth,sweet and innocent.Her passion for dogs and catsshines through,I’m in awe and wonderhow she embracesher days and nightstaking care of her beloved.Since her smiles and... - [Intha Slammer](https://literaryyard.com/2024/03/05/intha-slammer/): By: Andrew C. Miller Periwinkle, a black and white short-haired cat with a dark smudge on his nose squeezed under the couch. He was searching for Blueberry, the Maine Coon cat. “Prrrtt?” he called, “Prrrtt-prrrtt?” No answer. He slipped behind the... - [Best Land Plans](https://literaryyard.com/2024/03/04/best-land-plans/): By Thomas M. McDade I thought I’d regret skipping a goodbye visit to the Windburn Barn so better safe than sorry I drove there. I figured a bunch of college kids would have rented it by now but there were... - ['Checking in' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/03/04/checking-in-and-other-poems/): By: Cat Dixon Checking in Cornered by walls that need to be repainted and words uttered that can never be unsaid,you arrive daring to stay adrift—no compass, no map, no direction.Life’s a hotel hallway with dozens of locked doors. Your... - [Gone](https://literaryyard.com/2024/03/04/gone/): By: Anthony Rosa The clock strikes five and the sun goes down,the seasons have changed, but my love still abounds.I heard your voice in the wind today,I felt your kiss as the petals blew away.Since you left, my heart’s turned... - [A Modern Look at Shakespeare’s The Merchant of Venice](https://literaryyard.com/2024/03/04/a-modern-look-at-shakespeares-the-merchant-of-venice/): By: Jodi Nathanson I am a High School English teacher who has been teaching grade 9 English for more than 20 years. One of my favourite parts of the job is teaching the Shakespeare unit to young students, many of... - [Remembering Walks with You](https://literaryyard.com/2024/03/04/remembering-walks-with-you/): By: Pramod Rastogi Write these words on your slateThat you will never eraseIs the promise you need to make. These words of lore are all I own.They are earnings of my life  That I had dreamt for you to keep And which will help you walk the... - [Essence](https://literaryyard.com/2024/03/04/essence/): By:  James Aitchison Listen to the soft voiceof your inner self,speaking with the wisdomof eternity and knowledgeof all things.You hold the keys toall healing.You do not have towait until death.Your soul hosts the secretsof freedom from the transient.You will be... - [Review: 'Belgium Stripped Bare and My Heart Laid Bare & other texts' by Charles Baudelaire](https://literaryyard.com/2024/03/01/review-belgium-stripped-bare-and-my-heart-laid-bare-other-texts-by-charles-baudelaire/): By: Thomas Sanfilip One of the more extreme challenges these days is to somehow reinvent a writer deceased over 150 years ago and still appeal to modern, literary tastes. The 19th century French poet, Charles Baudelaire, presents such a challenge, though... - [Acceptance](https://literaryyard.com/2024/02/27/acceptance/): By: Miriam Manglani Linda didn’t ask for a step daughter with Down Syndrome when she married Allen six months ago. She exhaled in frustration and paced through her bedroom, her heals digging into the white plush carpet. “You said we’d... - [Taking Hostages for Peace](https://literaryyard.com/2024/02/27/taking-hostages-for-peace/): By: Steven Grogan I think I was just too nervous when I let my tongue go rattling off like the machine gun I was holding. Why did I have to say I was going to kill those people if my... - [Regrets](https://literaryyard.com/2024/02/25/regrets/): By: James Aitchison Take refuge in thequiet voice within your soul.The past is impermanent,incapable of pursuit.When your mind is free ofphysical emotion,no regrets can remain.Hear the Wheel spin,heed the quiet voice ofyour inner self,let eternal truth shield youfrom turbulence.Accept life,... - [Los tigres tienen no miedo](https://literaryyard.com/2024/02/25/los-tigres-tienen-no-miedo/): By L. Burton Brender For Jim and Anthony My older brother, Jose, he is a man. He has 16 years and he has been a chambelan. Two times. The first time he was the escort for this very pretty girl who... - [It was Hot Like Summer and the Demons Ran Deep, or Not in This Life Anyways](https://literaryyard.com/2024/02/25/it-was-hot-like-summer-and-the-demons-ran-deep-or-not-in-this-life-anyways/): By: Brian Michael Barbeito the rains had arrived when there was supposed to be snow, and the fields became beige and flaxen again, and the world was strange and stayed that way. it was as if it had longed to... - ['An Ovillejo' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/02/25/an-ovillejo-and-other-poems/): By: Jake Sheff I Reassure and Measure Time’s Reluctance Down at Silver Falls: an Ovillejo How do you steal moonlit nights?Squatters’ rights.What do you tell whiny trees?Eat the freeze!Where do all your secrets run?On the sun. Now the autumn rains... - [Children of War](https://literaryyard.com/2024/02/22/children-of-war/): By: Gulshan Ara Little nursery underneath a half-burnt bunkerKerosine lamps hanging from the ceilingTiny premature babies wrapped in half torn blanketCurling up in their tiny cribs, struggling to stay warmSucking the last drop of milk from an empty milk bottleStruggling... - [Arrowroot Cookie](https://literaryyard.com/2024/02/21/arrowroot-cookie-2/): By: Jim Bates Northwoods lake countryWater glistening waves lappingHot sun scorching sandOn the beach playing. Big brother in charge of younger siblingsMomentarily distracted by building a sandcastleBaby Will toddles out onto the dock stumbles and falls off sinking fastBig brother... - [Ode to Fancy](https://literaryyard.com/2024/02/21/ode-to-fancy/): By: Rehanul Hoque (Dedicated to Taslima Akter Rima) In the lonely hours of a lovelorn heartA wild beauty beckoned to come closer – She sat leaning upon a coral reefHer hair disheveled by the windHer eyes deep as the Pacific,She... - ['Egrets' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/02/21/egrets-and-other-poems/): By: John Grey EGRETS Leaving water country behind,they headed for the trees,cadenced wingbeats slow, and I watched themgather in high branchesthat gently shook with their arrival. This was the assembly hour,as darkness closed the air up tight,and the hubbub settled... - [BEN BOYD: A cautionary tale of slavery, whaling, and cannibalism](https://literaryyard.com/2024/02/21/ben-boyd-a-cautionary-tale-of-slavery-whaling-and-cannibalism/): By: James Aitchison The British Empire threw up hundreds of bizarre individuals who set out to find fame and fortune in remote corners of the earth.  Scotsman Benjamin Boyd (1801-1851) was an ambitious young London stockbroker whose thirst for adventure... - ['For Koume, my cousin' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/02/20/for-koume-my-cousin-and-other-poems/): By: April Mae Berza For Koume, my cousin My cousin is an anarcho-syndicalistWho loves Dojacat but you told meIt is impossible. Politics is prettyMusic, I said. The world is full of wars.I heard an infant sobbing from GazaEven if I’m... - [Colors of Youth](https://literaryyard.com/2024/02/20/colors-of-youth/): By: Suveeksha Viswanathan When home seems far from home, And the ever-widening recesses Taketh me. Like edifices huge and narrow street, Implores nature to stretch Her aching feet. This overwhelming sense of alienation, Privy thoughts like daggers Deplete the soul.... - ['Slab All' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/02/19/slab-all-and-other-poems/): By: Amanda Niamh Dawson Slab All Free fallDream crawlTo shoreOnce more Fly freeSun seesAll realKeen feel LongboardLost lordsSpin swordsWood godsAll towardWet yardsLay sodTo findThe grindEarth’s flashGet dashedBy waves Surf’s graveBe saved Here We Go Oceans flowDeepest glowLove in dreams Supreme... - ['The Biopsy' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/02/19/the-biopsy-and-other-poems/): By: CLS Sandoval The Biopsy  My husband and my baby were waiting in the waiting room.  I knew it was better that way, but I pretty immediately wanted to hear her gurgles and giggles and for him to hold my... - [Sign](https://literaryyard.com/2024/02/16/sign/): By John RC Potter If I couldI would wear a sign for all to see, words of wisdom and wit: Emotionally Closed for the Season and perhaps thatwould protect mefrom those whodesperately crave lovebut cannot fully give it. ### John... - [Atalanta and the Golden Airpods ](https://literaryyard.com/2024/02/15/atalanta-and-the-golden-airpods/): By: A. J. Carey  Heart thumping, feet pounding, and muscles burning. Atalanta breathes in the cold, fresh air, and all other thoughts leave her mind as she focuses only on one thing; the finish line. To outsiders, she is a... - [Home-Delivery Pizza ](https://literaryyard.com/2024/02/15/home-delivery-pizza/): By: Charlie Dickinson  Alroy left Olivia’s, went home, and didn’t know what to do. With one gesture, her hand on his back, and her words he should visit her in Dallas, she had promised him the keys to the Golden... - [Pompeii](https://literaryyard.com/2024/02/15/pompeii/): By: Rehanul Hoque Dedicated to Taslima Akter Rima Unruly clouds wading through the vast though rendered thrillTo a distant heart, were enough to cut an insane darkness into piecesFalling sharp over a city, followed byVery aggressive flame spurted out on... - [Redefining Goals](https://literaryyard.com/2024/02/15/redefining-goals/): By: Bruce Levine Thinking about tomorrow Focused on prospects Waiting in the stillness of inertia Projects and process Held in the hand of external forces Glimmers on the horizon Reinforcing the momentum of the future Pathways defined with hope As... - [The Department of Stupidity](https://literaryyard.com/2024/02/15/the-department-of-stupidity/): By: Bruce Levine Every government, large or small, foreign, or domestic; every university or school district, urban, suburban, or rural; every business, corporation or mom-&-pop have one thing in common – departments. Defense, transportation, or social services; theatre, science, or... - ['Gaza, Maritime City of Palestine' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/02/12/gaza-maritime-city-of-palestine-and-other-poems/): By: Daniel de Culla GAZA, MARITIME CITY OF PALESTINE There is no more blood in Gaza hospitalsBecause all the blood has reached the sea.There are no more sick peopleNot even health personnelBecause some, health personnelHas tried to escapeOnly managing to... - ['The Pattern of Each Dazzling Pyramid' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/02/12/the-pattern-of-each-dazzling-pyramid-and-other-poems/): By: Paweł Markiewicz The pattern of each dazzling pyramid-poem name 1 word: ………….term 2 words ……… …………term 3 words ……… ………. …………..term 4 words ……….. ………… ………. ………..what he/she does make 5 words ……… …… …….. ………… ………what he/she does... - ['Building a House on the River' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/02/11/building-a-house-on-the-river-and-other-poems/): By: Douglas Cole Building a House on the River It’s amazing he thought of it at all, believing the possibility,the outrageous engineering involved: stanchions downinto the muddy river bottom. How to get them inin the first place and how to... - [Hold My Hand MaNcube](https://literaryyard.com/2023/05/28/hold-my-hand-mancube/): By Val Chatindo “I’m pregnant Godfrey.” I look at her. A few months ago I would’ve praised my ancestors. Been thankful for the dilution of my strong genetic pool that bred the type of blacks, white people were afraid of.... - [Dialogistic](https://literaryyard.com/2023/05/28/dialogistic/): By: Rebecca Dempsey I stutter and eventually say hello. Because I have to start somewhere. In a dialogue, a greeting is as good as any place to begin. Yes. I’ve been waiting. There’s no hello in return. I understand. I’d... - [Botanizing](https://literaryyard.com/2023/05/28/botanizing/): By: Jim Bates Two brothersWandering hills and fieldsBreathing the rarefied airWalking through deep woodsCool and greenTromping across warm meadowsFragrant with wildflowersThey’d stop along the wayField books handyIdentifying what they observedMeadow rue and sweet cicelyWhite daisy and prairie blue stemThey were... - [A Sense of Time](https://literaryyard.com/2023/05/25/a-sense-of-time/): By: Bruce Levine Time standing stillThe range of motionSuspendedBy a diversity of catalystsEach longing for fulfillmentAnd yet envelopedIn their own evolutionPersonal and professionalUnificationWatching a ticking clockWaiting for minutes and hoursTo passAs the clock ticksYet the hands remainMotionlessAnd time stands stillLingering... - [Reggie](https://literaryyard.com/2023/05/25/reggie/): By: Bruce Levine It took Reggie an extended period to get all of his books organized just the way he wanted them. While his system was based very loosely on the Dewey Decimal System used in libraries, his subdivisions were... - [How much?](https://literaryyard.com/2023/05/25/how-much/): By: James Aitchison Being human you are finite;do not give of yourselfto the extent youbecome vulnerable.The Wheel spins:some hear emptiness,some hear the whole melody.When you listen, accept.When you do not hear,listen more deeply.Isolate yourself and gainthe blade of self-knowledge.How much... - [Emotional Curiosity  ](https://literaryyard.com/2023/05/24/emotional-curiosity/): By: Yuan Changming Now I’ve finally found the answer to our question! “What question?” Why am I so crazy about you? “Aha, that’s your question, not mine!” You know, I’ve been haunted by this question. In fact, I can never... - [A Classroom Jumanji](https://literaryyard.com/2023/05/24/a-classroom-jumanji/): By: Anusha.u The teacher emerged.The whole classroomstood in silence.Some in reverence,Others in mere imitation. The teacher started:running betweenblackboard and text,For portions were to discuss.She explained,told,elaborated-All ways she could use.She had to teach it. She knew,her students werereal gems.She overspedthe die,to... - [Edel and the beggar-who-was-once-a-wizard](https://literaryyard.com/2023/05/24/edel-and-the-beggar-who-was-once-a-wizard/): By: David Berger The ragged beggar, squatting at the edge of the busy street, had once been a wizard. Some knew his past; other folks could just tell. And they had two ways with him. Most avoided him, avoiding his... - [Perfect Teeth](https://literaryyard.com/2023/05/24/perfect-teeth/): By: David Patten Daybreak, mist rising from the surface, the chatter of tropical birds and primates from the dense rainforest flanking their small boat.  It’s long and narrow like a canoe, Elliot perched at the bow clothed in angler’s khaki. ... - [Art Gallery](https://literaryyard.com/2023/05/24/art-gallery/): By: David Patten Amaya can’t suppress a wry smile.  An item of gossip has reached her.  It seems there are those intent on labeling her a witch.  Such an archaic term, unused for centuries, its connotation pejorative.  Amaya ponders that... - ['Storm' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/05/24/storm-and-other-poems-2/): By: KJ Hannah Greenberg Storm A cyclone surged from deep in my soulMoving low, goallessly over mountainsAthward valleys, odd terrain, it yieldedNot squall, degree, measure of damage. Later, aspiration’s flowers, akin to prior,Hardened stones, sprouted flames uponSand carpets, boasted red-orange... - [Recoil](https://literaryyard.com/2023/05/24/recoil/): By: Karen E. Osborne Lucy’s breathing slowed. Mack’s Smith and Wesson lay on her lap. She slid moist fingertips along the barrel, sending tingles and ripples up her right arm. Dawn broke. Fog hugged the hills. Streaks of pinks and... - [of Birds and Cats](https://literaryyard.com/2023/05/23/of-birds-and-cats/): By: Allan Lake Before dawn, birds utter crazy praisesto their sun god. They wake me,make me recall that circle of downyfeathers left in courtyard yesterday.Silenced. A soft scene to give pause. Abandoning down-filled pillow I pivot,could never fly, into slippers,... - ['Fly, soar and walk' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/05/20/fly-soar-and-walk-and-other-poems/): By: Grant Guy poem flysoarwalkfly sit fly fly nekrasov *** poem words words under attack get yours while they last words wordswords *** poem it hurt my motherit made me laugh make the bed father broke wind *** poem himselfhimself... - [A Crazy Old Man](https://literaryyard.com/2023/05/20/a-crazy-old-man/): By: Alan Berger The next thing you knowCould be the last thing you needSoCall an ambulanceOr let it bleed As dead leaf’s scatterI tryToSeparate the fear in my headFrom the heart of the matter Will the last thing I heardBe... - ['Kiss Me Like a Secret Fire' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/05/20/kiss-me-like-a-secret-fire-and-other-poems/): By: Puneet Kumar Kiss Me Like a Secret Fire Tonight just don’t leave meLet me go wildLet me go uncontrolledAnd breathe me into your ear I know it is not easy for youTo control and hold me tightBut tonight I... - [The Shadows of Penumbra](https://literaryyard.com/2023/05/20/the-shadows-of-penumbra/): By: Md. Saber -E- Montaha In the shadows of penumbra,Lies a world so dark and cold,Where nothingness reigns triumphant,And alienation takes its hold. The bleakness of this existence,Is felt by all who dwell within,A sense of emptiness and nothingness,As though... - [On the Trail of a Great Travel Writer and the Meaning of Bread](https://literaryyard.com/2023/05/15/on-the-trail-of-a-great-travel-writer-and-the-meaning-of-bread/): By: Simon Heathcote We didn’t know what to do with the bread. Small fluted loaves, granite hard and seemingly made to fit inside a fist. ‘We could always throw them from our balcony,’ I surmised, at once imagining missiles — perhaps inspired... - [Raiment ](https://literaryyard.com/2023/05/15/raiment/): By: Brian Michael Barbeito  I lost my sweater. It was because I was helping people, some old folks who couldn’t carry their luggage. I couldn’t ‘not,’ help, seeing them struggling like that. I think I had put the sweater down... - [Sojourner](https://literaryyard.com/2023/05/15/sojourner/): By: Ebisike Chinedum Tender shrubs thicken as the rain contends with the earth for space. The shimmers of the stars remain like twinkles until dawn, paving way for the stubborn sun before the wind announces the advent of a storm... - [Dark Diary](https://literaryyard.com/2023/05/12/dark-diary/): By: Domonique I – gazing into the moonwaiting for speech the floorboards creakwithin & beneath Love & Lust( & pixie dust ) fogs the lone window asthe hounds run wild. from the shadowsmasked men observe unseen hidden from the lightsmiles... - [Red Dirt](https://literaryyard.com/2023/05/12/red-dirt/): By: Domonique I awakened in the Bush after riding back with Romey after the footy.      With some English holiday giving us the day off school, Romey and his cousin, Credence, took me with them turtle hunting. I had only... - [Resonance of Nature and Humanity in Kamei's ‘Songs of Raengdailu’](https://literaryyard.com/2023/05/11/resonance-of-nature-and-humanity-in-kameis-songs-of-raengdailu/): By Onkar Sharma Songs of Raengdailu by Achingliu Kamei is a collection of poems that celebrates the natural beauty of North East India. Kamei abundantly uses vivid imagery and lyrical language to capture the essence of the region’s landscapes, flora,... - [My Demonic Roommate And The Darkness Within](https://literaryyard.com/2023/05/10/my-demonic-roommate-and-the-darkness-within/): By: Josephine Rudolf I was still a little girl when we first met, but now I’m 20 and he’s still there. He found me when I was running through an endless maze, desperately trying to escape from hell. For the... - [Four Spring Haiku – 2](https://literaryyard.com/2023/05/10/four-spring-haiku-2/): By: Jim Bates Dark rain clouds liftingBright sunshine cascadingTranscendental day. Deep woods forest pathLeafy green canopy aboveSleepy shade below. Springtime misting rainTender garden shoots reachingThirstily drinking. Fresh lilacs bloomingLily-of-the-valley tooSpringtime scent so sweet. - [The Wingnut Whisperer](https://literaryyard.com/2023/05/09/the-wingnut-whisperer/): By John RC Potter “You did so, I saw you,” I exclaimed to my friend, “I told you not to look that wingnut in the eye but you did anyway!” “I barely looked at her,” she retorted, “but she had... - [Mending Yard](https://literaryyard.com/2023/05/07/mending-yard/): By: Abu Siddik The orange sun is peeping throughThe twisted branches,Trucks, buses, and cars are speedingOn the highway The old man by the road is mending the yard—Carrying a bag of white sand, a pail of water,A piece of wood... - [Journey to the Last Day](https://literaryyard.com/2023/05/07/journey-to-the-last-day/): By: Thomas Sanfilip Sitting on a white terrace in the hills above Lerici, meditating on the idyllic blue waters of the Ligurian coast, I remember the words that began my first book of poetry—and the poetry I began writing several... - [Colours](https://literaryyard.com/2023/05/07/colours/): By: Mayumi Yamamoto 1.When I was smallat an age unknown,someone told me thatin South Africa,angels were black,not white. In South Africa,they had apartheid as the racial segregation system based on colourwhere black people were not allowed to share facilities with... - ['Field Trip' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/05/05/field-trip-and-other-poems/): By: KJ Hannah Greenberg Field Trip Before masks and hand gel were commonplace,At a time when Internet was a science fiction trope,School districts chartered buses, bid kids to pack lunches,Sought “wild” adventures at free, public gathering places. One such quest... - ['Deranged diagram of domestic violence' and other poems ](https://literaryyard.com/2023/05/05/deranged-diagram-of-domestic-violence-and-other-poems/): By: Sanchari Dasgupta Deranged diagram of domestic violence Body pains and disagreements,shattered glass, pieces lying on the floor,you listen to rock songsand sleep on the bed while I,lie on the sofa curled up in a ballwishing that I lay on... - [New Lens](https://literaryyard.com/2023/05/04/new-lens/): By: Sushant Thapa What do you cherishAfter tired steps?There is a retiring soulThat speaks oftenBefore it diminishes.Life is a ticking clock,I hear the strikeFrom the clock tower.I find myself a wayTo look out of theCalm window,But I see speedAnd the... - ['Bookshelves' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/05/04/bookshelves-and-other-poems/): By: J.K. Durick Bookshelves It’s something the way they line upon the shelf, a bookcase filled withthem. Their titles and colors sittingthere quietly as if they are waitingfor someone to come over, pick oneof them up and open it and... - [My paranoia](https://literaryyard.com/2023/05/04/my-paranoia/): By: Bill Kamen Another day draws nearAgain, I fall back into the shadowsWith heart-filled tearsAlone in my shelter With curtains gapingThe outside emanatesAs I build absenceFrom the outside fates Years of building routinesSuddenly come undoneMeanwhile, my mind demeansFilling my head... - [On the river](https://literaryyard.com/2023/05/03/on-the-river/): By: Neven Dužević On the river againMe and all the saintsOld ancestors and ancestorsOars and boatsFish and hooksOars and bowsMissing memoriesLove and fogTwo hundred to ace and cooksWhy did they drag the game out of the kitty?Belot and tarotChess on... - ['Gnarl Quotes' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/05/02/gnarl-quotes-and-other-poems/): By: Pulkita Gnarl QuotesThings do not change; we change.―Henry David Thoreau We are like a blank slate filled with observationAnd squeezing of lime. I don’t think I am, a Knight.What is a life, a tale of an idiot and a... - [Trigger warning, violence](https://literaryyard.com/2023/05/02/trigger-warning-violence/): By: Brian Michael Barbeito God Devil God Devil Bun and the Red House I have lost my bun. I am on a far path, more of game trail as they call it, than a people path, and I reach for... - [Pathways](https://literaryyard.com/2023/05/01/pathways/): By: John P. Drudge Pathways Keeping the secretsOf our ancestorsTapping the talesOf crumbling wallsTo the foundationOf our storiesThe pinnacleOf it allWhere we returnTo plants and soilWithout fanfareOr tributeIn particularlyOrdinary waysRising and fallingDown the windingPathwaysThrough the trees ### Ashore SomethingBroke me... - [Depression](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/28/depression/): By: Bill Kamen Another day draws near.Again, I befall into the shadowswith heart-filled tearsalone in my shelter. With curtains gaping,the outside emanates,as I build absencefrom the outside fates. Years of building routinessuddenly come undone.Meanwhile, my mind demeans,filling my head with... - ['Fear's Playground' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/28/fears-playground-and-other-poems/): By: Peter J. Dellolio Fear’s Playground Creaking musty wood cart loud rolling crack! black doors bang after red power lever pulled as the journey      begins the zigzag                    angles             sharp stops and                             turns each vision... - ['Mouse safe by laptop' and other haikus](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/27/mouse-safe-by-laptop-and-other-haikus/): By: Vanaja Malathy Mouse safe by laptopTill touchscreen trashed it downRobots too extinct. No doctrines, prophetsway of life, belief in soulThat is Hinduism. Enter world in painLive attached in illusionExit detached, calm. Enter world egofulExit world anonymousLife, an empty dream.... - [Drawing](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/27/drawing/): By: Jim Bates “It’s all in the wrist,” he said“Really?”“Well,” he grinned lovingly mussing his son’s hair“Maybe some magic’s involved, too.”“Wow!” The boy looked closelyThe pencil-drawn portrait of a horse’s head was too good to be true. Inspired he tried... - [My Experiences Living Abroad](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/27/my-experiences-living-abroad/): By: Juha Kim Ever since I was young, I have lived in many foreign countries. When I was 10 months old, I moved from Korea to the Netherlands and lived there for 5 years. After that, I moved to England... - [Watching the World Go By, Adventures in NonDuality ](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/26/watching-the-world-go-by-adventures-in-nonduality/): By: Brian Michael Barbeito I find my high school Coles Notes for Lord of the Flies, and read it. They make fun of me but I don’t care, and would rather re-visit something old than explore the new. But between... - [Tabby Cat](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/25/tabby-cat/): By: Andrew C. Miller I’m in a maple tree, claws dug in, staring down at Mrs. Cavendish’s fluffy little Shih-Tzu. If I hadn’t been worrying about Mr. Krumholtz, this wouldn’t have happened. It started yesterday morning when he snagged his... - [A peek into India's comics past](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/25/a-peek-into-indias-comics-past/): Indian comics have a long and fascinating history, dating back to the early 20th century. While the medium has evolved and changed over the years, Indian comics continue to captivate readers with their unique blend of humor, adventure, and social... - [Haunting Legacy: The Enduring Impact of Horror Comics on Popular Culture](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/25/haunting-legacy-the-enduring-impact-of-horror-comics-on-popular-culture/): Horror comics have a long and storied history, dating back to the early 20th century. While the genre has often been criticized for its graphic violence and explicit content, horror comics have also been celebrated for their imaginative storytelling and... - [Transform Your Life with Atomic Habits: A Practical Guide to Creating Positive Change](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/25/transform-your-life-with-atomic-habits-a-practical-guide-to-creating-positive-change/): James Clear’s “Atomic Habits” is a transformative book that offers readers practical and achievable strategies to create positive habits and break down bad ones. Clear’s writing is clear, concise and supported by scientific research, which makes it easy and enjoyable... - [Glory Hound](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/24/glory-hound/): By: KJ Hannah Greenberg Glory Hound Seeking praise, acclaim, renown oft results in purulent rhetoric.Such bosh, itself, forms quods from words, elsewise vituperatesInnocents. Violent language is its own ague, is societal poison, is the shinyApple gifted the princess. It creates... - [Spring City Flower Green](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/24/spring-city-flower-green/): By: Chen Ruizhe TsukaThe withered black climbed all the way up the trunkOnly the outstretched branches compete with the windPull out the green leavesThe wind shakes and shakes outward thoughtsNot in harmony with desiccation Maybe that’s the caseThat land is... - [Girls](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/24/girls/): By: Mariah H. N. Hawkins What they don’t tell you about being a girl is the unwritten expectation that you are somehow more pleasant to be around, or that you act better at least in public. When I tell people... - [Cynthia](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/23/cynthia/): By: Earl Smith He stood on the upper deck, watching the distance to Key West widen. Could not escape the feeling he was leaving part of her behind. Yet he could feel her standing next to him. An echo of... - [There Once](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/23/there-once/): By: Alan Berger There onceWas a boy we createdWe fed bathed and serenaded There onceWas a loveThat grew like a flowerLike a gift fromA higher powerSustained with tearsLike a warm lovely summer shower Then the boy growsGo out with friendsNever... - [Who is Donald Duck's Girlfriend?](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/23/who-is-donald-ducks-girlfriend/): By Robert Feinstein                                                    It was December 17th, 1944, the second day of Germany’s Argonne Offensive … Battle of the Bulge.  A huge force, consisting of some four-hundred and ten thousand Wehrmacht and Waffen SS troops, aided by thousands of... - [Top Indian Universities to Study Literature](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/22/top-indian-universities-to-study-literature/): English literature has always been one of the favourite subjects in India for students. While earlier Indian universities focused majorly on teaching Western authors in their courses, today a good lot from India has also got a respectable place in... - [Harmony](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/22/harmony/): By: James Aitchison The Voice was speaking:The substance of life is ever-changing,while you construct unchanging attributesthat live within yourself.Man, you can be in harmonywith the world despite adversity.What of the bodily,what of the physical,what of the emotional?They matter not.Seeking wisdom... - ['Dreamgirl' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/22/dreamgirl-and-other-poems/): By: RC deWinter dreamgirl even nowespecially nowwe do the safe thing,the smart thing,the done thing…most do, anyway well, i’m here to tell youi didn’t i followed my heartchased my dream(do what you love!)jumping fencesswimming oceansrunning down dark alleysthat twisted inunexpected... - ['After her Son' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/22/after-her-son-and-other-poems/): By: Sahana Ray After her Son Mayawalks the Palm Springs, holding nothing in her hands. She once owned a pen, drew castles within hercramped old walls;but a stretched detour in her high school days-backstreet dusky like her skin-“Poor girl, so... - ['Only me' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/22/only-me-and-other-poems/): By: Borna Kekić Milas Only me Sometimes I unknowingly fly through the skyI leave pains and worries behind,and I shouldn’t… Pen in hand,A blank paper in front of me.I’m going down an unknown road,I step into my thoughts,I run away... - [Alice](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/22/alice/): By: Karl Miller      The anhinga, its knifelike beak prepared to strike, perched on a low branch, and stared down at the dark water around the mangrove roots beneath it. As dusk enveloped the Everglades, the long greenish-black bird studied... - ['The Ice! Is Gonna Break!' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/20/the-ice-is-gonna-break-and-other-poems/): By: Zach Arnett The Ice! Is Gonna Break! You should bank all that want in a sno-conecup, pitch it in the old dessert fridge downstairsor I’ll never get to sleep. Lately allmy dreams are of blanched men with furry Mar-fan... - ['Whispers' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/20/whispers-and-other-poems/): By: Roger G. Singer WHISPERS I see youat the edge moonlightbrushes your hairas a mild breezedrifts overthe lipswhispering mynameas we standunder tall pineslining the pathnext to theoceanwhere astarry night skyis reflectedonto itssmooth surface ### LINEN SONG fair windscircledpast openwindowsteasingcheckedand stripedcurtainssnappingtheir... - ['Prayers' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/19/prayers-and-other-poems/): By John RC Potter Prayers Prayer 1:“Your love will keep me safe.”I say these words on those daysas the airplane leaves the groundand yet again when it sets down;they are my refrain and my beliefthus, no fear is to be... - ['Long Journey' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/19/long-journey-and-other-poems/): By: Mahathi LONG JOURNEY You have to make a journey long one dayO friend. No kith, no kin, will follow you.They shed few tears for you and tread their way.Your friends and others just pretend to rue. The money you... - [A Perfect Year](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/18/a-perfect-year/): By: Bruce Levine A two-season yearSpring and fallYin and yangFrom budsTo bountiful flowersAnd paleTo dark green leavesThen the changeJust at the peakOf perfectionAs the days recedeAnd the glorious colorsOf fall appearReds and yellowsOrange and goldAnd the leaves fallA full cycleTo... - [From Bashō to Pound: The Global Appeal of Haiku Poetry](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/18/from-basho-to-pound-the-global-appeal-of-haiku-poetry/): Haiku is a form of poetry that originated in Japan and has become popular all over the world. It is a short poem that consists of three lines, with the first and third lines having five syllables and the second... - [Four Spring Haiku](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/18/four-spring-haiku/): By: Jim Bates Purple ConeflowerMonarch butterfly alightsDouble delightful. After somber rainPretty morning glories bloomUnexpected gift. Belief they will growCarrot seeds planted with careFaith in Nature’s hands. Woodland stream flowingWhispering sweet trickling songsNature’s lullaby. - ['Franken Cross' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/18/franken-cross-and-other-poems/): By: Duane L Herrmann FRANKEN CROSS Cross by road sidecarved in stonefor the ages inBayern and specifically,Franken, that eastern edgeof the Frankish empire.Remember, they say,He suffered and then diedfor you a pain filled death,for YOUR sins!Life is hard, but Hissuffering... - [A Meteor in Space](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/17/a-meteor-in-space/): By: Bruce Levine Floating through timeLike a meteor floating in spacePropelled by gravityPulled without free willOr choice of directionLost in circumstances of fateHeld in the hand of the unknownBetween light and darkAmidst shades of grayThat no longer offer resolutionRoadblocks sprinkled... - [Perplexity](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/17/perplexity/): By: Bruce Levine Jeffrey sat at his computer and wondered what he should do next. He’d caught up on everything that needed catching up on and now it seemed that the only thing to do was take a nap. The... - [Rainbow](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/16/rainbow/): By: Debabrata Mohanty The drifting clouds oppositeThe shining sun promiseA shower and rainbows..The awaiting eyes keep looking up for a fervent desireTaking shape of an arc… A beacon of hope is missingIn the foggy sky..The trust that’s only made of... - ['Life is So Stupid' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/16/life-is-so-stupid-and-other-poems/): By: Puneet Kumar Life is So Stupid Life is so stupidIt can walk on a roadThat doesn’t goTowards the real goal It doesn’t knowHow roads intersectHow one leads to anotherAnd how life goes haywire It moves in a new directionUnknown... - [How Robert W. Norris Shaped His Writing Through Life's Twists and Turns](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/16/how-robert-w-norris-shaped-his-writing-through-lifes-twists-and-turns/): Few lives can truly be described as a roller coaster ride, with all its unpredictable drama and thrilling pace. Robert W. Norris, a Northern California-born author who settled in Japan, is one such person. He takes us through the twists... - [Tongues in the Mountains](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/15/tongues-in-the-mountains/): By: Ammanda Selethia Moore The rain and clouds couldn’t dampen our spirits as we gathered to take the short truck ride up to the barrio above Matagalpa. I stood between an elderly white lady with gray hair combed and pinned... - ['The Husk' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/15/the-husk-and-other-poems/): By: Ammanda Selethia Moore THE HUSK The Marines killed my brother: my twin, my double,who whispered his fears to me at night,the other half of my heart,whose laugh and bright eyesI loved. He diedsometimeafter bootcampbefore deployment. In his placethey sent... - ['This is My Last Serenade' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/15/this-is-my-last-serenade-and-other-poems/): By: Alex Guffey This is My Last Serenade          Floating in the span of space, hearing the hymn of my swan song. This is the infinite sadness of song, sung on a moment’s notice, sealed on a permanent staccato. I... - ['April Hike' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/15/april-hike-and-other-poems/): By: Jim Brosnan April Hike Beyond the lastcrusted snow mound,an early morningsunrise ignitesyellow forsythiain vibrant huesas I trudge alongwoodland’s edgepast the hushedeastern white pinestoward the bogswhere peepers singin unison. Indianpipes poke throughdecayed compost,their curved whitebodies stark againstthe muted brownof pine... - ['Sobriquets' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/14/sobriquets-and-other-poems/): By: KJ Hannah Greenberg Sobriquets After the mumblecrust’s diddums set down alongside the woman’s bouquet,She blushed, held her breath, exhaled. Then she wailed; not seeking respect,But common courtesy, the youthful bride, a biddable female, never forecastHerself attacked by a less... - ['Happiness Has Come' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/14/happiness-has-come-and-other-poems/): By: Eralieva Umutkan Polotovna HAPPINESS HAS COME Late, but the happiness has arrived: I will tell you my secret, my way.It says the happiness, taking my wrists, I want to scare the “sluggish” dreams away.It all seemed to be handed... - [Yamuna - a dying river](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/14/yamuna/): By Onkar Sharma On the banks of Vaitarni, we standOur fate was done, we thoughtOur fate is due, we now hearAcross the silent flow of the gory YamunaThere’s a rough storm brewing across the riverDo we not brace for a... - [Would You?](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/13/would-you/): By Lefcothea Maria Golgaki Suppose you saw the truth,would you still blame the lepersfor the gaping wounds in your body? And if your sky was sullen,would you yet reproach the flickering candlefor the shadow it casts? So boundless is your... - [The Diner](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/12/the-diner/): By Charles Wiegand It was 6:00am and Gabriel was already out on his bike cruising along the road, staring at the white lines passing by. Not particularly fast, at 25 miles per hour, but passing by nonetheless. He cruised along... - [Dressed in White](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/12/dressed-in-white/): By Linda S. Gunther The doorman tapped his cap with a pert “good morning” and opened the high arched door to the gray stone building. Lanie was dressed in white from head to toe. Her knee length white pencil skirt,... - [The Tide has Turned](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/12/the-tide-has-turned/): By William T. Hathaway Humanity has entered a new era, the culmination of a gradual shift of power from negative to positive that has been going on since the 1960s. This intensified into crisis three years ago and is now... - ['Seagulls from the Other Woods' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/12/seagulls-from-the-other-woods-and-other-poems/): By: Hua Ai Seagulls from the Other Woods In the woods,my leaves have tapped on many people’s headsduring their yellowed seasons.The fallen woods and the wind towards the west,two glasses of a historic yesterday, cut through Sava River,and they asking... - ['K' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/12/k-and-other-poems/): By: Steven Deutsch K We knew back thenyou would nevergrow old.Did you? Today nature threwa January thawas if in rehearsal for spring.It is a time to take stock—kick off your shoesput up your feetand let in the daydreams.It is the... - [Father and Further](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/09/father-and-further/): By: Alan Berger My fatherNever wanted childrenThat was plain to seeI couldn’t blame himBut I never blamed me I’ll even take it furtherMy friends had fathersI noticed them after schoolI think I wanted one too They would laugh togetherAnd actually... - [If ChatGPT has no feelings why does it write poetry? Here's what it replied](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/09/if-chatgpt-has-no-feelings-why-does-it-write-poetry-heres-what-it-replied/): I was curious to know why and how ChatGPT or Generative AI could write poetry when it’s void of feelings. ChatGPT answered my question: “If you have no feelings, why do you write poetry?” It said: As an AI language... - ['Alkalizing Spirit' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/09/alkalizing-spirit-and-other-poems/): By: Scott Thomas Outlar Alkalizing Spirit Pineal gazingto quiet the mindand usher consciousnesstoward a single pointof higher awareness beyond the frantic processof thinking in circlespetting the egoand arguing with selfuntil silence eventuallywins center stage Solitary excursioninto the depthsoffers expansionoutside the... - [My Feverish Pen](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/09/my-feverish-pen/): By: Yahuza Usman My Feverish Pen was wallowing in its misery,small enough to subdue its melancholy,bright enough to throw into reliefthe dark plastic that cluttered it. i learned that much rage was crawlingtogether with its flooded inktrying to fetch a... - ['The Age of Innocence' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/08/the-age-of-innocence-and-other-poems/): By: Mary Bone The Age of Innocence It was the age of innocence,In our younger years.You could see it everywhere.We wished we could go back there.Lines were in a swirl, interwoven.The tree still holds memories,between the lines. ### Turning Over... - [Shock](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/08/shock/): By: S. Berenstein Michelle decided on Victoria’s Secret solely because it was in the middle of a crowded shopping area. Clutching a large woven bag and carrying her leather purse over her shoulder she tried to strike a casual air... - [One Last Party](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/08/one-last-party/): By Mason Yates Although he had seen lots of things in Afghanistan (a Boeing CH-47 Chinook shot with a rocket-propelled grenade in midair, his best friend’s head blown off by a sniper, and a comrade’s leg ripped apart by an... - [The highly sensitive spark](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/08/the-highly-sensitive-spark/): By: Paweł Markiewicz I am a mournful-sublime sparkgentle such elysian seraphic wingsa glimmer that flies above the delicate homelandI the twinkling come from balmy Luther’s starsan orb which is enchanting-comfortable the paradise full glitter persists not far from methe lights... - [The Lure of Unreality](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/08/the-lure-of-unreality/): By: Natalie Blake The first time the fox appeared, I’d been twenty-three and hiking with my father. My boots were two sizes too small and pinched at the ankle, so I’d rested against a pine tree to drink. The lid... - [Rich farmer](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/08/rich-farmer/): By: Chen Ruizhe Standing on the yellow earth and looking at the traces of ancestorsThink back to the cultivator who was and is nowIf there’s a big movie by one personAlmost call it a rich farmer Read the books and... - ['Unscathed' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/07/unscathed-and-other-poems/): By: Ramzi Albert Rihani Unscathed When the wind blows in directions, North and SouthAnd the earth vibrates like echoes in a chorus When belief becomes the envy of the skepticAnd doubt takes center stage on the altar of piety When... - [Snowflake](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/07/snowflake/): By: Jim Bates A stuffed animal?No not to the young boyMore than a Christmas giftShe was soft oh so softFluffy and whiteCuddly secureHe called her Snowflake. Sick in the hospitalBright lights glaringMonitors beepingShe kept him companyThankfullyUnrelentingly lonelinessDeepest darkest nightLong hours... - [Neanderthal](https://literaryyard.com/2023/04/06/neanderthal/): By: Ron Wetherington His skull rests on my desk with others from his family of fossils.The Old Man of La Chapelle-aux-Saints, ill-fated,misinterpreted among the Neanderthals. Cruelly symbolic, still:a dim-witted approximation of humanness, they say,too primitive for language, they say,unprepared for... - [Old Friends](https://literaryyard.com/2024/07/15/old-friends/): By: Bruce Levine Every time I hear from an Old friend I think about my life Old Friends Years go byTwenty years – Thirty years – Fifty years And yet we pick up Like it was last week True friends... - ['Another Wrinkle in Time' and other drabbles](https://literaryyard.com/2024/07/15/another-wrinkle-in-time-and-other-drabbles/): By: Cheryl Snell Another Wrinkle in Time She’s prone to losing things. A tooth here. A word there. Her flesh still contains the memory of them, and yet they are lost. Fat tries to smother the memory and redirect attention.... - [Journey](https://literaryyard.com/2024/07/13/journey/): By: James Aitchison They say that there isone more bridge to cross,always.You will never reach theother side,really.Now hear the Voice that speakstruth in your soul.Olive groves and roseswill sing by day.By the moon,orange blossoms.Pick the fruit ofthe soul.It will sustain... - [How F. Scott Fitzgerald Uses Characterization to Describe America in the Early 1900s](https://literaryyard.com/2024/07/13/how-f-scott-fitzgerald-uses-characterization-to-describe-america-in-the-early-1900s/): By: Matthew Yoon Throughout human history, many events that took place in certain periods led to today’s world. In The Great Gatsby, the author F. Scott Fitzgerald depicts the negative effects of those who pursued the American Dream through a... - ['Heartening Image' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/07/13/heartening-image-and-other-poems/): By: George J. Searles HEARTENING IMAGE Feeling bad? Depressed?Here’s a little somethingto cheer you up. Picture your enemies, mottledas med school cadavers,fleeing through the public square, shrieking as they’re chasedaround and aroundthe ornamental fountain by muscular, whip-cracking,indelicate ex-offenders (or current... - ['Falling Apart' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/07/13/falling-apart-and-other-poems/): By: Michelle Murray Falling Apart Things don’t seem to beGoing my wayI feel likeI’m falling apartPiece by pieceA little hereA little thereMuscles are soreGray hairs are showingIt’s hard to get up in the morningGet movingThe bed is warm and invitingBlankets... - ['A Cup Full of Sorrow' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/07/11/a-cup-full-of-sorrow-and-other-poems/): By: Pramod Rastogi A Cup Full of Sorrow There is a call from my love.It has touched a chord in my heart.Never has she called me before,Monsoon seems to be not far off. Wilted flowers are looking revived.Faded scent has... - ['Las Cosas Pequeñas' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/07/07/las-cosas-pequenas-and-other-poems/): By: Shontay Luna Las Cosas Pequeñas No necesito muchopara ser feliz. Mifelicidad reside enlas cosas más pequeñas; el sol, las nubes, losabrazos de mis hijas,la risa de mis nietos.Hay muchoscosas más,pero terminaré estapoema con esos,porque son losmás importantes. I am... - ['God’s Will' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/07/07/gods-will-and-other-poems/): By: Samanyu Kotha God’s Will A divine forceSweeps through the landBy god’s will, I feel his handHis hand that reachesTo lift me from oblivionHe whispers hopeHe breathes lifeIf it be God’s willTo renew my spiritPerhaps I will walkTo see another... - [A Wing-stroked Spectacle    ](https://literaryyard.com/2024/07/07/a-wing-stroked-spectacle/): By: Daniel Moreschi Segmented sets of starlings sharply elevatetowards candescent skies, suspend, then circulatein sync. Their wingspans whisper sunset symphonieswhile manifesting silhouetted symmetries. With poise, finesse and swiftness, they transform the airinto an ever-changing scape; this canvas whereeach turn and... - ['Broken Hearts, Unbroken Spirits: The Man I Loved' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/07/07/broken-hearts-unbroken-spirits-the-man-i-loved-and-other-poems/): By: Harppreet M Caur Broken Hearts, Unbroken Spirits: The Man I Loved “I am abused and bruisedBy the man I loved.An innocent, simple girlGone through hell. Innocent childrenLooking at himWondering what’s wrongThey did. Not even our bodies,Our souls are scratched,The... - [Top 7 Short Story Collections by Indian Writers](https://literaryyard.com/2024/07/06/top-7-short-story-collections-by-indian-writers/): Short stories hold a timeless place in literature, offering a unique blend of brevity and depth. They captivate readers with concise narratives that often deliver powerful messages. Historically, short stories have been a crucial medium for writers to explore complex... - [A Stich with Thyme](https://literaryyard.com/2024/07/06/a-stich-with-thyme/): By: Kenneth M. Kapp Clarisa was overjoyed that her daughter had decided to attend her alma mater in Wisconsin. It was a warm Sunday morning and the rest of the family were already out running errands. She started a fresh... - [Shuffle and Cut](https://literaryyard.com/2024/07/06/shuffle-and-cut/): By: Kenneth M. Kapp ~ ~ ~ The King Is In             The Joker cried, “The King is in, the King is in. I know he’s in,” as he was dragged off to the dungeon.             He was thrown into... - [MAMI’S MATTRESS](https://literaryyard.com/2024/07/06/mamis-mattress/): By: Clive Aaron Gill The day before Mami died in San Juan, Puerto Rico, she whispered, “Gabriela, my beautiful girl, my mattress is for you. Your nana gave it to me.” At ten years old, I missed Mami terribly. I... - [Neorealism and the Future of Humanity](https://literaryyard.com/2024/07/06/neorealism-and-the-future-of-humanity/): (Featured Photo Credits: Roberto Rossellini, Rome Open City (1945)) By John Califano During the early stages of the “pandemic” and the ensuing global lockdowns, I spent serious time in my apartment unsure of exactly what the hell was going on.... - [The Role of Literary Awards in Promoting Diverse Voices](https://literaryyard.com/2024/07/04/the-role-of-literary-awards-in-promoting-diverse-voices/): In the literary world, awards play an important role in highlighting and celebrating exceptional works. Beyond the accolades and prestige, literary awards serve as powerful instruments for promoting diverse voices, fostering inclusivity, and encouraging fresh perspectives. In many of the... - [Review: "The Midnight Library" by Matt Haig](https://literaryyard.com/2024/07/03/review-the-midnight-library-by-matt-haig/): Lately, Literary Yard team has tried to pull through some of the famous titles for review. “The Midnight Library” by Matt Haig is one such that is not only a captivating novel but one that delves into themes of regret,... - [The Evolution of Modern Poetry: Breaking Free](https://literaryyard.com/2024/07/03/the-evolution-of-modern-poetry-breaking-free/): In the early 20th century, modern poetry emerged as a rebellious departure from the structured, often rhyming verses of the past. Pioneering movements like Imagism, led by poets Ezra Pound and T.S. Eliot, championed clarity, precision, and vivid imagery. Think... - [The Mystery of Hope](https://literaryyard.com/2024/07/03/the-mystery-of-hope/): By: Almustapha Umar What is hope when everything is lost and dreams are dead?I ask myself again and again.Is it a memory that refuses to fade—A fleeting thought that vanishes in shadows?Wait, is it a lost wish—a longing that’s lost... - [Fired](https://literaryyard.com/2024/07/02/fired/): By Ranjit Kulkarni Something wasn’t right. His optic cameras were blurred. He checked the respiratory console. Eighteen per minute. Then he checked the wiring in his heart device. A pumping rate of eighty per minute. High but ok. But when... - ['A Spiritual Awakening of Sorts' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/07/02/a-spiritual-awakening-of-sorts-and-other-poems/): By: Richard LeDue A Spiritual Awakening of Sorts Your undershirt is three days old,stinks of sweat and whisky,while the dress shirt is limpon the floor like a castoff skin,leaving you fresh, readyfor another lively nightlistening to dead musiciansand so sure... - ['khlebnikov’s funeral will not be televised' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/07/02/khlebnikovs-funeral-will-not-be-televised-and-other-poems/): By: Grant Guy khlebnikov’s funeral will not be televised hlebnikov’s funeral will not be televised laughlaugher hlebnikov laugh vel eh mir vel eh mir vel eh mir rah rah shim boom bah laugh khlebnikov laugh laughter liveslaughter liveslaughter rah rah... - [5 Years](https://literaryyard.com/2024/06/28/5-years/): By: Nikolaos Rousopulos Time, that thief, creeps with silent steps,Stealing the lightness of our youth.Five years hence, what will be leftBut the stark, unyielding truth? The dread of aging, a constant reminder,Presses down with no reprieve.Our days once endless, now... - [Hospitals](https://literaryyard.com/2024/06/28/hospitals/): By: Gregg Norman Stench of bones and bodiesCourting catastropheCamouflaged by cleaning fluidsDour faces in waiting roomsChildren run screamingDown wide waxed hallwaysWhite coats and pea greenPajama suits and sneakersFloral print gownsTied toilet-friendly in backCompassion fueled by coffeeOn graveyard shiftsWake up for... - [Are video games really valuable?](https://literaryyard.com/2024/06/28/are-video-games-really-valuable/): By: Yena Lee Currently, 3.32 billion people play games. This means that fifty-three percent of people in the world are gamers. Fifty-eight percent of people eighteen to thirty-four are gamers. For young people, gaming is a habit and a big... - [Consonance](https://literaryyard.com/2024/06/28/consonance/): By: Bruce Levine Focused on today Time takes its own direction Moving through the maze Ambiguity resolved Like strokes of a pen Setting a course Drawing pathways in space Flexible lines Sketched in the sand Waiting for the tide Resolutions... - [Shooting Star](https://literaryyard.com/2024/06/27/shooting-star/): By: David Ali Your name means star. Maybe that is why the sound of your voice brightens my dark skies no matter how thick the darkness. The first time we met, I knew that it wasn’t an ordinary coincidence but... - [Kissing Patty McCalla](https://literaryyard.com/2024/06/27/kissing-patty-mccalla/): By: David Sapp Patty, Patty, Patty. When I was seven, all I could think of was Patty. Kissing Patty McCalla. Patty was the tiniest girl in our class, an itty-bitty version of Mary Tyler Moore. Dark hair, impish eyes, the... - [Taxi at the Peace Bridge](https://literaryyard.com/2024/06/27/taxi-at-the-peace-bridge/): By: David Sapp After a four-hour layover in the Buffalo bus terminal, after crossing the Peace Bridge in the middle of the night and disembarking again, an honest and earnest young man, I naively informed the customs officer I would... - ['My Buddy, PTSD' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/06/26/my-buddy-ptsd-and-other-poems/): By: Dan Flore III MY BUDDY, PTSD the good ol’ PTSD flashback camelike a piece of shattered iceI was getting changedgetting everything out of my pocketswhen suddenly I was standingin front of thatstupid hospital security guardwho stood like Herculeswith a... - [Catch Some Zs…](https://literaryyard.com/2024/06/26/catch-some-zs/): By Hema Ravi Chinstrap penguins fulfil sleep in short bursts: ‘nod off’for about four seconds each time, such a trait evolved to remainvigilant as a lone parent left to guard the nest against predators,to care for offspring when the other... - ['One of Many Things' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/06/26/one-of-many-things-and-other-poems/): By: Geoffrey Heptonstall ONE OF MANY THINGS The singers walk out of the futurewhere music flows in crystalline streams.The scene is sketched in vivid outline,later to be painted as it should bein a paradise of charms. And down from the... - [A Thousand Points of Light](https://literaryyard.com/2024/06/26/a-thousand-points-of-light/): By: Mike Nolan I’m standing looking out the window, thoughts far away, when my phone rings. My mother. I know it will frustrate her, but I don’t answer. Whatever her reason for calling, somewhere in the conversation she’ll ask if... - ['Now Online' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/06/26/now-online-and-other-poems/): By: J.K. Durick Now Online Everything, everyone in line is onlinedealt with in a click.PIN numbers, usernames remembered,filled in or forgotten,account numbers, then totals.It’s a matter of the numberswe translate ourselves into.It’s the easy to recall password.A shorthand shortcut that... - ['Adaptably Moral' and other drabbles](https://literaryyard.com/2024/06/26/adaptably-moral-and-other-drabbles/): By: Ken Poyner ADAPTABLY MORAL I work at the playground mine factory. Assembly line work, and I have no idea how many stations there are before or after mine. By the time a mine reaches me, it has already started... - ['Forever Daydreaming' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/06/26/forever-daydreaming-and-other-poems/): By: Jim Brosnan Forever Daydreaming It’s almost eightas I barrel pastwaves of corn rows,the July sunsetsplashing the Kansassky in strawberryswirls, the longshadows of eveningstretched acrossbroken white lineson the interstate.I listen to oldieson the truck radio,harmonize with Elvis,familiar lyrical linesI sing... - ['Goose and Fish' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/06/21/goose-and-fish-and-other-poems/): By: Susan Mayer Brumel Goose and Fish Sometimes, I succumbto suffocating sadnessthat force-feedsmy heartmy soulmy madness The goose. Salmon river-racethrough my veins –the pressure pains And I am that forsaken fish:stuffed withvulnerability and fearsingled out—and eaten by a bear. The... - [May 10](https://literaryyard.com/2024/06/21/may-10/): By Taylor Dibbert He’s justThrown awayLondon’s pinkDoggy bed,His wee LondonPassed awayA little moreThan aYear ago,He’s not ableTo putWhat he’s feelingInto words. ### Taylor Dibbert is a writer, journalist, and poet in Washington, DC. “Rescue Dog,” his fourth full-length poetry collection,... - [Dispersed minds](https://literaryyard.com/2024/06/21/dispersed-minds/): By: Stanka Bajlozova-Barlamova      She often saw the deformed open mouths of her patients in her dreams. The most distorted faces, she remembered of patients whose medical instructions were a diagnosis: extraction. Of all possible dental activities and interventions, tooth... - [Saving the planet means remembering what the ancients understood](https://literaryyard.com/2024/06/21/saving-the-planet-means-remembering-what-the-ancients-understood/): By: Simon Heathcote ‘You have traveled too fast over false ground;Now your soul has come to take you back.’ –John O’Donohue There is a great nest of sorrows in each of us, yet tragically, it’s long abandoned and closed down.... - ['Almost Infidelity' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/06/17/almost-infidelity-and-other-poems/): By: Paul Dickey Almost Infidelity Josie and I want to walk to the lake.Maybe a little fishing in the moonlight.Josie is Don’s new wife. Don says doesn’t want to go.This is in spite of the fact that he and Betty,... - ['Is it even real' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/06/17/is-it-even-real-and-other-poems/): By: Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal Is It Even Real After Sylvia Plath Art dies on the pagelike everything else.I do not know magic.I am not exceptional.It seems we are alldestined for hell orheaven. Is it evenreal, hell, heaven?Where we end up,is... - [Undelivered](https://literaryyard.com/2024/06/16/undelivered/): By: C. J. Anderson-Wu The first time I encountered my daughter was when she was excavating the earth burying me. My daughter was born after my death sixty years ago, which means she was sixty years old, almost double my... - [Revisiting Raja Rao, Mulkraj Anand and R. K. Narayan, “Big Three” of Indo English Literature](https://literaryyard.com/2024/06/16/revisiting-raja-rao-mulkraj-anand-and-r-k-narayan-big-three-of-indo-english-literature/): By: Ramlal Agarwal The recognition and discussion of Indo-English novels starts with Raja Rao (1908–2006), Mulk Raj Anand (1905–2004), and R.K. Narayan (1906–2000). William Walsh, the famous English critic, called them the Big Three of Indo-English literature. They burst onto... - ['Tundra' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/06/14/tundra-and-other-poems/): By: John Grey TUNDRA It’s almost midnightand the June sun is still not done shining.The day stretches widerthan it’s ever been.Night won’t come nearthe scrub alders of the tundraor the short grassthat’s been mowed by passing seasons.Landscape bathes in this... - [The Sunflower Tunnels](https://literaryyard.com/2024/06/14/the-sunflower-tunnels/): By: Elaine Lennon The radio crackled into life. It shocked the desert air out of its silence. There was another man on the moon.   Gene Cernan was exploring the Taurus-Littrow Valley on the lunar surface and his words echoed crystal... - ['The City' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/06/13/the-city-and-other-poems/): By: Bruce Levine The City The city unfolds its wonders Cavernous streets outlining paths Glass-fronted stores and shops Eateries mingle with clothiers Each beckoning in their way Fragrances drifting through doorways Rich flavors exciting the senses Beckoning passers-by to enter... - ['MAAMI' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/06/12/maami-and-other-poems/): By: Gift Ono MAAMI I danced to the tunesof deathAnd in the chaos I madeone request Turn your eyes from mymotherGrant me the chance torepay her For she has endured allmy mistakesGrant me this chance to painta smile on her... - ['Have you seen the sun's shadow?' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/06/12/have-you-seen-the-suns-shadow-and-other-poems/): By: Taiwo Boluwatife HAVE YOU SEEN THE SUN’S SHADOW? Have you ever seen the sunRiding into its nest?Settling not to sleep,But prepare for the next day. Adjacent the settling sunIs a blinding flaming round furnaceFuming from the red devil sideAt... - [Echoes of Frost and Resilience](https://literaryyard.com/2024/06/12/echoes-of-frost-and-resilience/): By: Christopher Minjun Kim In the stillness of winter, when quiet descends gently,Within the walls, dusted with frost, a story takes shape.Each snowflake is different,yet they tell a different tale—a ballet in the cold. Under the snowy expanse of white,Time... - [An Elderly Buddhist and the End of Pride](https://literaryyard.com/2024/06/12/an-elderly-buddhist-and-the-end-of-pride/): By: Simon Heathcote ‘The differences are the result of the sense of doership. The fruits will be destroyed if the root is destroyed. So, relinquish the sense of doership.’ Ramana Maharshi Why does pride head the list of the Seven Deadly... - ['Ornament' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/06/12/ornament-and-other-poems/): By Christian Ward  Ornament  At birth, mother placed me in a terrarium on the shelf.I learnt to get shadeunder the succulents,gather water from condensation,feed on whatever nutrients circulated like poems in the air.I sung out of boredom,watched the cork night rarely change.Rarely... - [Recipe: Green Chilli Pickle](https://literaryyard.com/2024/06/11/recipe-green-chilli-pickle/): By: Jhandu Cheap chillies! How fresh their green gleams glow,Now from the womb, covered in seed;Unaware, a flashing blade approaches, heave ho! Off with our tails, oh the math, were we quartered in halves?Look all at our wounded little pieces,... - [Sleepwalking into war — and lessons for today](https://literaryyard.com/2024/06/11/sleepwalking-into-war-and-lessons-for-today/): By James Aitchison It was called “the shot that went around the world”.  On 28 June 1914, in Sarajevo, 19-year-old Gavrilo Princip, a fervent Bosnian nationalist, shot and killed Archduke Franz Ferdinand Carl Ludwig Joseph Maria, heir to the Austro-Hungarian... - [Viral relics: what can they tell us?](https://literaryyard.com/2024/06/11/viral-relics-what-can-they-tell-us/): By James Aitchison Can a viral infection, from millions of years ago, affect you today?  Ancient viruses, it seems, are preserved in the genomes of 38 mammal species — including humans.  Some of our ancient viruses may be protecting us... - [Falling for Corfu - Lessons from the Land of the Gods](https://literaryyard.com/2024/06/11/falling-for-corfu-lessons-from-the-land-of-the-gods/): By: Simon Heathcote ‘I don’t mind what happens. That is the essence of inner freedom. It is a timeless spiritual truth: release attachment to outcomes and – deep inside yourself – you’ll feel good no matter what.’ Krishnamurti And so there... - ['Sweet Rest' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/06/08/sweet-rest-and-other-poems/): By: @stephenolaoke_ SWEET REST Sitting without a pen in hand,Memories, emotions, all coming to play,I feel my skin gently press against the sand,As before my eyes all things lay, Clear as the day,Spent in the night,Hidden among the melody stay,Carved... - ['Red Flags' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/06/08/red-flags-and-other-poems/): By: Lindsay McLeod RED FLAGS The flowers in her hair dis-turbed the voices in my head and it wasn’t too long beforeI said, (as suave as all get out) ‘Let me slip into somethinga little more comfortable.’I slipped into my... - [Harvest](https://literaryyard.com/2024/06/07/harvest/): By: James Aitchison Forests rustle,we are amongthe living,listening to lightdrip from the moon.No shadowsdarken our world.No earthly struggleshold us back.We harvestour eternal minds,because everything isbalanced within us. - [Hollywood’s most unlikely collaboration: Errol Flynn, Adolf Hitler, and a Viennese opera composer](https://literaryyard.com/2024/06/07/hollywoods-most-unlikely-collaboration-errol-flynn-adolf-hitler-and-a-viennese-opera-composer/): By James Aitchison T Tasmanian-born Errol Flynn was a lucky man.  He literally stepped into Golden Age stardom on the strength of one minor film.  While his acting talent was frequently dismissed, no other star looked so convincing in tunic... - ['Tales of Brave Ulysses; the Cyclops of Cancer' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/06/03/tales-of-brave-ulysses-the-cyclops-of-cancer-and-other-poems/): By: Alex Stolis  Tales of Brave Ulysses; the Cyclops of Cancer Odyseus leaned on Athena’s soft shoulder, bright eyesaflame defying her father, the Fates; the lesser deitieson Olympus trembled. He knew the Gods could beunpredictable, drunk on power and truth... - [Current Events](https://literaryyard.com/2024/06/03/current-events/): By: Catherine Arra Adagio Or anunmoored 12-barblues, wounded sonataa busted-up nursery rhymeor the lost versespeechless stanzamirrored in minor keysfor mourning, for melancholy,maudlin afterone too manydirty martinis, noolive, loving white sand desertswanting beaches,the notes of mysingle solo played inallegro. No time... - [ 'Tapestry of Morn' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/05/31/tapestry-of-morn-and-other-poems/): By: Frances Leitch Tapestry of Morn The dawns soft lineThe morning lightThe opening eyeof the sunlit skyThe pearly cloudson the blue field sewnThe taste of warmthin the soul knownTo revel at themountains greensmooth folding hillsFrom which the dawnbehind is seenThe... - ['Debt of Death, Debt of Life' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/05/31/debt-of-death-debt-of-life-and-other-poems/): By: Imrana Muhammad Nata’alah. DEBT OF DEATH, DEBT OF LIFE At midnight, I felt a warm hand with thousand fingers jacking me by the neck, like my bowtie.These were practically hands of deathtaking my life; as the bucket of my... - ['Crossing Across' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/05/31/crossing-across-and-other-poems/): By: Carl Papa Palmer Crossing Across Clear sky, high seventies, hot Seattle afternoon,Mom smiles from the bow of the Bremerton ferryfilled with those photo posed prior to the launch. Deck clears ten minutes into our hour ride, too coldfor others,... - ['Doll' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/05/31/doll-and-other-poems/): By: Grzegorz Wróblewski DOLL They say that such places do not exist.I found myself there unexpectedly.There was someone sitting next to me whoreminded me myself from many years ago. He wanted to fold paper into a cube ora little doll.... - [A Poetics of the Pledge of Allegiance](https://literaryyard.com/2024/05/31/a-poetics-of-the-pledge-of-allegiance/): By: John Robinson Francis Bellamy did not intend his publishing gimmick to turn into a national ritual, nor did he intend his words to be taken up in the mouths of those seeking asylum or new beginnings in a democratic... - ['Reverie Redux' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/05/31/reverie-redux-and-other-poems/): By Bruce Levine Reverie Redux Fluorescent lighting Hovering overhead Transient groups Outlining intervals Of time in a tube Multiscopic vision Projecting data To artificial intelligence Cognitive memory Enhancing realms Infused with dogma Telepathy based society Filled with sensory channels Telekinesis... - [Signs of Spring](https://literaryyard.com/2024/05/31/signs-of-spring/): By Bruce Levine Spring was officially the season. The Spring Equinox had taken place on March twentieth, and it was now close to the end of April. But for Gary Sounding spring was never truly spring until he’d seen robins... - [Hospital](https://literaryyard.com/2024/05/27/hospital/): By: Judith Ferster Fevered, unconscious, I was ambulanced to the ER where, worried I had had a stroke, they sent me, I learned later from records, to the nearby wing with a CT scanner and another with an X-ray machine,... - [Walking Along the Wall](https://literaryyard.com/2024/05/27/walking-along-the-wall/): By: Judith Ferster One day in November 2019, when I was traveling with a group in Israel and Palestine, we were walking along the wall separating Jerusalem from the rest of the West Bank.  There was much to see because... - ['The quire of the sheep' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/05/27/the-quire-of-the-sheep-and-other-poems/): By: Paweł Markiewicz The quire of the sheep We are calling for your soulfor a benevolent autumnal sourceMay the hoary times arrivefull of sunny gloom endlessly dream! with a fancycoming from tender seawe are conjuring you dreameryour mythical pearls Come... - [White Rose, Red Orchestra: the German Resistance to Hitler](https://literaryyard.com/2024/05/25/white-rose-red-orchestra-the-german-resistance-to-hitler/): By James Aitchison Courage in a society controlled by secret police was a rare commodity.  In Nazi Germany, the party controlled the news media, police, armed forces, judiciary, travel, and all levels of education from kindergarten to university.  Indoctrination started... - [Kindertotenlieder *](https://literaryyard.com/2024/05/23/kindertotenlieder/): By: David R. Topper I often think that they’ve only gone on a journey,and I shall see them all returning homeward! Compelled by an inner urge, some“pre-established harmony of notes and words,”Mahler composed Kindertotenlieder. The day is bright. Fear not!They’ve... - [The cage](https://literaryyard.com/2024/05/23/the-cage/): By: James Aitchison Life whispers,and we dream.We have escapedfrom the cage we made.We are no longercontained.Calmness reigns,and stars glitter like grapeson the moonlit vine.Freed, the soul shimmersfor all humanity to see.Truth leads us into agarden where theheart blossoms. - [Recent Beauty Product Controversies Women Need to Know](https://literaryyard.com/2024/05/23/recent-beauty-product-controversies-women-need-to-know/): The global cosmetics industry is experiencing unprecedented growth, with market size projections soaring to staggering figures. According to Fortune Business Insights, the global cosmetics market was valued at a staggering $374.18 billion in 2023. The numbers are expected to continue... - [A Woman's Coffin](https://literaryyard.com/2024/05/20/a-womans-coffin/): By: Osugiri-Iro Ezichi Franklyn It would be the night of an afo, the second one after the seventh new moon when the women came and Obiageli put the blunt razor to your hair, shaving carelessly until you scalp and it... - ['Heinrich Böll, Group Portrait with Lady' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/05/20/heinrich-boll-group-portrait-with-lady-and-other-poems/): By: Stephen Bett Heinrich Böll, Group Portrait with Lady (opening line; trans, Leila Vennewitz) The female protagonist… is a woman of forty-eight, German: she is five foot six inches tall, weighs 133 pounds (in indoor clothing), i.e., only twelve to... - ['One More Day' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/05/20/one-more-day-and-other-poems/): By: Mahathi ONE MORE DAY It’s one past twelve. One more day passed away,not like a floating cloud with laze, nor likea rollercoaster fast with jolting sway.So dreary, like on a prosthetic leg to hike!I wish I paint my time... - [Unpicking the confused tautology that is self love](https://literaryyard.com/2024/05/19/unpicking-the-confused-tautology-that-is-self-love/): By: Simon Heathcote “All you need is already within you, only you must approach your self with reverence and love. Self-condemnation and self-distrust are grievous errors. Your constant flight from pain and search for pleasure is a sign of love... - ['It comes with the job' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/05/19/it-comes-with-the-job-and-other-poems/): By: Matthew Borczon It comes with the job I wasat worklistening toJudy talkabout hertime asan aidin a nursinghome shewas sayingthat whenthey wereclose todying shenever wantedto workwith them because ifthey passedthe aidwould haveto cleanthe bodyand shejust couldnot do that It is... - ['The Goddess of Books and the Singer-Songwriter' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/05/19/the-goddess-of-books-and-the-singer-songwriter-and-other-poems/): By: April Mae Berza The Goddess of Books and the Singer-Songwriter (For Dale) I am but a goddess of books, books welcoming you with my loveliest chapters,the soul of eternal words and finite worlds. You are a mortal, a singer-songwriter,... - ['Every girl child is a petal of withered flowers' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/05/15/every-girl-child-is-a-petal-of-withered-flowers-and-other-poems/): By: The Rhapsodist EVERY GIRL-CHILD IS A PETAL OF WITHERED FLOWERS There were nights I saw my sister eating herFingernails, drinking from her teardrops as theyRolled down her eyes, down her cheeks_ intoHer mouth. She would stay awake all night,... - [Incidence](https://literaryyard.com/2024/05/15/incidence/): By: Ian C Smith She says something about money.  Wary as a sidestepping crow, I know I should pay attention after cowering from her furious silences.  Nightfall, wind creaking in the cracks, scenes from our fenestrated past blind turn around... - [Four Spring Haiku](https://literaryyard.com/2024/05/14/four-spring-haiku-3/): By: Jim Bates Springtime misting rainTender garden shoots reachingThirstily drinking. Finch and CardinalSinging songs of sunny joyMusic for the soul. Apple tree bloomingLazy sunshine drifting throughCanopy of calm. Tree Swallow flyingAerial acrobaticsCarnival of flight. - ['Kitchen Pirate' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/05/13/kitchen-pirate-and-other-poems/): By: Virginia Aronson Kitchen Pirate (Anthony Bourdain, 1956-2018) If I’m unhappy,it’s a failureof imagination. The epitome of coolmen wanted to be himwomen wanted to bed himbooze and smoking and agelooked good on himeveryone knewhis craggy facehis TV showshis deep-felt loveof... - [Questions](https://literaryyard.com/2024/05/13/questions/): By: James Aitchison Is life day or night? Is new blood morevaluable than old? Is there any soil more sacredthan the soul in which to plantlove and truth? Is what we leave behindmore important thanwhat we have taken? Smooth is... - [Camp Joy](https://literaryyard.com/2024/05/13/camp-joy/): By Anna Cates A faint mist, reeking of swamp rot, hovered above the boreal gulag.  The remainder of charred trees rose from the muck like middle fingers raised in defiance to a long-forgotten god.  Ten thousand years would pass before... - ['Hooked' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/05/09/hooked-and-other-poems/): By: Carl Papa Palmer Hooked Kristy sent an email, said click this linkfilling my screen with a YouTube videoof a fish in a fishbowl for nine secondsbefore flashing to view kites crashing. Watching, fascinated, fixated, besiegedby nine second clips of... - [Pictures of the Past](https://literaryyard.com/2024/05/09/pictures-of-the-past/): By: Christopher Johnson Travis Monroe settled into the coach seat, which felt unutterably soft and plush and luxurious. He waved to his parents standing on the platform immediately outside the window of the train, and they waved back. His mother... - ['ecdysis of green flowers' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/05/09/ecdysis-of-green-flowers-and-other-poems/): By: Abubakar Auwal ecdysis of green flowers finalist BKPW Contesthere— an image of motherland is tuned from the rhythmof our greened fur; a convolvulus one, taking flightto where we plant our names, flower the smiles of gods & metaphorsinto anything... - [Best Land Plans](https://literaryyard.com/2024/05/06/best-land-plans-2/): By Thomas M. McDade I thought I’d regret skipping a goodbye visit to the Windburn Barn so better safe than sorry I drove there. I figured a bunch of college kids would have rented it by now but there were... - [Being Special](https://literaryyard.com/2024/05/06/being-special/): By: Jack Kamm  “If you are always trying to be normal, you will never know how amazing you can be.” – Maya Angelou A friend of mine, a newly enlightened Buddhist, informed me that nobody is special…that in mind and... - ['Pointe' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/05/06/pointe-and-other-poems/): By: Craig Kirchner Pointe Standing in attitude modeon the head of a pin,time speeds up as it stills,seconds pass like decades,handshakes become relationships,a blade of grass, a lawn,the lawn framing the reflecting pool,at the Taj Mahal. Balanced between breaths,a wink... - ['The poem I never wrote' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/05/06/the-poem-i-never-wrote-and-other-poems/): By: Richard LeDue The poem I never wrote would have been detailed(margins overcrowded as homeless shelters,words lined up like they’re waitingto cash cheques in a digital age),but it’s okay because at least in the backseatthere’s a grocery store bouquet of... - [Lest we forget: The most famous poet you've never heard of](https://literaryyard.com/2024/05/03/lest-we-forget-the-most-famous-poet-youve-never-heard-of/): By: James Aitchison On 21 September 1914, a seven-stanza poem appeared in The Times of London.  The First World War had begun in July that year as a glorious Boys’ Own adventure, a chance for every young lad to see the... - [Acceptance](https://literaryyard.com/2024/05/03/acceptance-2/): By: James Aitchison Accept your path andsee the way.Examine your inner self,abandoning fears and barriers.Retain your objectivity,remain dispassionate.Help others withoutbecoming involved in their lives.See them as you would a painting,examine the composition,their emotional colours,and move on.Acceptance is trust.When you trust,there... - ['Infinite Blue' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/05/02/infinite-blue-and-other-poems/): By: T.F. Jennings Infinite Blue I don’t understand any of it.The moon, the ocean, this spinning rock. You name it. We sit overlooking the coastline high up on a knollthat was made seemingly just for us. The sun hangs in... - ['prop closet' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/05/02/prop-closet-and-other-poems/): By: Dominic Moore prop closet Pick a book off the shelfand check if it still bangs.Rattle a story to seeif it still has life in itand turn the pageif it still has light.The heart of an actorexists only in what... - [Green Prince](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/02/green-prince/): By: Sydnie Stern We are serpents on a scepterOne follows the otherLike a cat chasing a minnowalong a long riveryour scales are damp like you came from waterI’m missing an eye, I filled the chasm with Earthonly you know this... - [Percy Lapid: How can justice be best served? ](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/02/percy-lapid-how-can-justice-be-best-served/): By: April Mae M. Berza  Recently, I’ve been haunted by the deaths of journalists, particularly Percy Lapid. As well as the passion and grit of Leni Robredo in the past election. She showed humility and grace while taking pride in... - ['Revenge Theory': A Powerful Tale of Resilience and Justice](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/01/revenge-theory-a-powerful-tale-of-resilience-and-justice/): Immerse yourself in the enchanting and gripping world of “Revenge Theory,” where resilience and unwavering pursuit of justice unfold amidst breathtaking landscapes. Onkar Sharma’s captivating storytelling, thought-provoking themes, and powerful portrayal of human emotions create a timeless masterpiece that will... - [Glimpses from the Launch of 'Revenge Theory' by Onkar Sharma](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/01/glimpses-from-the-launch-of-revenge-theory-by-onkar-sharma/): Onkar Sharma’s new book, a novel – Revenge Theory – gets released on July 29th in Gurugram at the BookAlign bookstore, owned and operated by Hawakal Publishers. The novel, published by Hawakal and unveiled by the eminent poet and academic,... - [Institutionalization to Redemption: The Powerful Message of Hope in The Shawshank Redemption](https://literaryyard.com/2023/07/31/institutionalization-to-redemption-the-powerful-message-of-hope-in-the-shawshank-redemption/): By: Heewoo Jung The “B-stories,” or Brooks and Red’s contrasting post-Shawshank rehabilitations in The Shawshank Redemption directed by Frank Darabont, bolster the movie’s claim of the importance of hope in our lives, which is mainly discussed through Andy escaping Shawshank... - [Boldface Print is Harder to Erase](https://literaryyard.com/2023/07/31/boldface-print-is-harder-to-erase/): By: Leigh-Anne Burley Sometimes figuring out just the right path is a waste of timetake the one ahead of you. Sometimes it is easier to go out into the rain than back into the light. Don’t be fooled by your... - ['A Cardinal's song' and other Summer Haiku](https://literaryyard.com/2023/07/30/a-cardinals-song-and-other-summer-haiku/): By: Jim Bates A Cardinal’s songFills a clear crisp morning dawnJump-starting the day. Brilliant day endingSetting sun and dusty skyWondrous light transformed. Laying on a dockKids swirling hands in the lakePlaying with minnows. Summertime soft rainFalling on thirsty gardensPlants drink... - [“Opaque Tears” and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/07/30/opaque-tears-and-other-poems/): By: : Srihith Jarabana  Opaque Tears Tears so opaque,That when he staresAt the mortal blue skies,Even distant stars reflect off them.But in the upper echelons of his thoughtsAnd in the chambers of your heart,Lies a place where he is lifted,To... - [Silex Scintillans](https://literaryyard.com/2023/07/30/silex-scintillans/): By William T. Hathaway “Seek and ye shall find,”I keep telling myself,seeking along in my sneakers,trying to find the way back to you,my source, course and goal.The path gets steeperas I clamber over scree slopes of past deeds.In this deep... - [A Journey Through 'Love's Cradle': A Review of Sushant Thapa's Poetry Collection](https://literaryyard.com/2023/07/30/a-journey-through-loves-cradle-a-review-of-sushant-thapas-poetry-collection/): By: Onkar Sharma Poetry, being an art form that often communicates through symbolism and figurative expressions, goes a few notches up as I look through the page of Sushant Thapa’s poetry collection ‘Love’s Cradle’. The collection is a journey –... - [The Ransom](https://literaryyard.com/2023/07/30/the-ransom/): By: Bruce Levine It was only a matter of minutes. We had a short break so I laid it across a couple of chairs while I went to the men’s room. When I got back it was gone.             It’s... - [Minty's Scrapyard](https://literaryyard.com/2023/07/27/mintys-scrapyard/): By: Michael Shawyer Why did the post have to arrive so early? The postman whistling about the saints marching in while he bounced up the path like an animated stick insect. There was only one for number 25 and he... - ['Fever Dream' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/07/26/fever-dream-and-other-poems/): By: Kiley Brockway  Fever Dream A night of coughing to long awaited sleep brought this on. I wonder what monster crawls round the TIGHTBoarded up doors of our midNIGHTSTo listen to may to lay to praySHUSH! If you are careful... - [Spring Haiku](https://literaryyard.com/2023/07/26/spring-haiku-2/): By: Bruce Levine Longer days are here Filling skies with shades of blue Clouds go drifting by - ['To Gank' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/07/24/to-gank-and-other-poems/): By: KJ Hannah Greenberg To Gank In international forums, “thievery’s” not defined by lovely scapes or glistening gels.“Honesty’s” separated from “fraudulence” by reticulating deeds and feckless words.Agonal breathing’s never evidenced lagabouts, idlers, shiftless souls as “worthless.”At times, folks may be... - [Evil Neighbors](https://literaryyard.com/2023/07/24/evil-neighbors/): By Nicola Vallera I flatten my potato nose against the cold glass. The old lady across the street stands like a stone figure, her piercing gaze drilling into me like she can see through my soul. A chill runs down... - ['Songs of Suicide' review published by the Hooghly Review](https://literaryyard.com/2023/07/23/songs-of-suicide-review-published-by-the-hooghly-review/): By Onkar Sharma I am deeply humbled and grateful for the heartfelt review of my poetry collection, “Songs of Suicide,” written by John Potter in the esteemed Hooghly Review. Addressing the sensitive and poignant themes of suicide and depression, I... - ['Luther' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/07/22/luther-and-other-poems/): By: John Ziegler Luther Luther was a distant father,away in his own deep music. He spoke of his own fatherfitted in a soft, white shirt, trimmed nails,smooth palms of a baker,though he was not a baker. He owned a small... - [AND THE BEGINNING....](https://literaryyard.com/2023/07/22/and-the-beginning/): By: Duane L Herrmann      Troy Rubin, sat at his desk quietly working in the midst of the hustle and bustle of the office: phones ringing, people carrying papers and files back and forth and computers beeping once in a... - ['My Tongue' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/07/18/my-tongue-and-other-poems/): By: Puneet Kumar My Tongue My tongue hasIts own mindIt knows wellWhere it wants to go I need not to worryIn which cornerOr in the sidesIt wants to explore I just let it doAll that it wantsAnd the way it... - [Ataraxia: wonder drug?](https://literaryyard.com/2023/07/17/ataraxia-wonder-drug/): By: James Aitchison Not a new opioid, not a new antidepressant, not a variant of diazepam or citalopram, ataraxia can certainly be prescribed for today’s world, offering a life free of fear and worry. Ataraxia lies at the heart of... - [My dreamed hedgehog](https://literaryyard.com/2023/07/17/my-dreamed-hedgehog/): By: Paweł Markiewicz The new-Celtic elegy according to Mr. Paweł Markiewicz I lost the cute hedgehog in last summer.I can just only dream overnight – mourn.The amaranthine body lay on grass.Moreover, it was dark time of Blue Hours. My life... - ['Birds Hustling In May' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/07/17/birds-hustling-in-may-and-other-poems/): By: Kindaka Sanders Tried Again I was just thinking about joy.And you were right.Because he gave it to you, I thinkHe is a better man for you than me.That you were scared of losing him,And you never felt that way... - ['A Weary Waiter Pushes Her Body Forward' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/07/17/a-weary-waiter-pushes-her-body-forward-and-other-poems/): By: Leigh-Anne Burley A Weary Waiter Pushes Her Body Forward A weary single-parent waiterpushes her body forwardlike a cart laden withtable linens and wares. She tip-toes on a high wirewithout a safety net tobalance bills and schedules. Impatient diners with... - [Here be camels](https://literaryyard.com/2023/07/16/camels-australia/): By: James Aitchison Think of the one-humped dromedary and images of the vast Sahara, the swirling sands of the Middle East, and the legendary Silk Road spring to mind.  But Australia? In truth, Australia today can lay claim to possessing... - [Poetic Whispers](https://literaryyard.com/2023/07/15/poetic-whispers/): By: Margot Block Untitleda language you use like a candle litwhen it was to deliver emotion night after nightyour defeated china girl and your momentand electrified means nothing to mewhen it is an explosion in the heart of whisperswhere the... - [Distant Shores](https://literaryyard.com/2023/07/15/distant-shores/): By: John P. Drudge We wanderSeeking our placeEach fleeting momentOn the precipice of the unknownDriven by curiosityAnd the collective spiritIn a cosmic danceEchoing footstepsThrough corridors of timeWith dreams of unityAnd discoveryThrough uncharted realmsOf knowledgeForever tetheredTo the beating heartOf a shared... - [The Treatment of the Native Americans](https://literaryyard.com/2023/07/15/the-treatment-of-the-native-americans/): By: Isabella Kim While the rapidly expanding United States pushed into the lower South in the early nineteenth century, white settlers encountered what they saw as an impediment. The Cherokee, Creek, Choctaw, Chickasaw, and Seminole nations called this region home.... - [Uriel Fox and the Magic Jacket](https://literaryyard.com/2023/07/15/uriel-fox-and-the-magic-jacket/): By: John F Zurn           As he approached the small town of Providence, Uriel Fox felt a sense of hope and relief.  He had been camping for several weeks, and he was tired and lonely.  He now felt the need... - [Flora and Fauna Fantastically Fine, a Craft Essay on Nature Writing](https://literaryyard.com/2023/07/15/flora-and-fauna-fantastically-fine-a-craft-essay-on-nature-writing/): By Brian Michael Barbeito  I had been writing things for a long time, and some of the forms were poems, short stories, essays, flash fiction, and even experimental novelettes. And I thought, why don’t I publish some in literary magazines... - [The Dilemma](https://literaryyard.com/2023/07/15/the-dilemma-2/): By: Karen O’Leary She ponders,holding a black crayon—assigned to capture naturewith the given medium. She catches the dean after class,holding up the black crayon.How does one capturenature with just one hue? Ms. Hawthorn,you have the insightof an artist. Don’t beafraid... - [The Storm](https://literaryyard.com/2023/07/14/the-storm/): By: Bruce Levine The Storm Rain spattered on the window paneMaking patterns like geometric drawingsBefore the droplets released their molecular holdForming abstract lines like a Pollack painting Flashes of lightning illuminated the maze of waterHeld against the glass as if... - [Steps](https://literaryyard.com/2023/07/14/steps/): By: James Aitchison Why retraceyour stepsagain and again?Why sufferthe emptinessof spirit?The swift pathawaits thosewho are freed ofearthly bonds.Knowledge of theinner selfpowers your way.I am the Voice,the Wheel that spins,bestowing wondermentand love, and you can beconfident even as you live. - [How I Transition from the Corporate World into Freelance Writing](https://literaryyard.com/2023/07/14/transition-to-freelance-writing/): By: April Mae M. Berza I stopped working in the corporate world since I really wanted to pursue freelance writing, editing and proofreading, and translation. I won’t say it’s a wise decision, but it’s something I take pride in and would... - [What Makes a Good Writer?](https://literaryyard.com/2023/07/12/good-writer/): By Taehoon Noh What makes a good writer? Determining what constitutes a good writer is a multifaceted and subjective inquiry. It is a question that often yields diverse and occasionally conflicting responses. While the definition of a “good writer” may... - ['Evening Walk' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/07/12/evening-walk-and-other-poems/): By: Lucy Sage Evening Walk To the EastThe Moon sinksBelow pink clouds.Purple plumes pirouetteTo the West.Ribs of orangeSlip behindPalm and oak tree horizons. The MockingbirdRocks on a wireFlips through her setlistIncluding a cardinal cover.A bluebird rests on an oak branch.The... - [Shoveling Snow](https://literaryyard.com/2023/07/11/shoveling-snow/): By: Jim Bates Up early still dark outGet bundled up in long quilted underwearHeavy pants two sweaters bootsInsulated jacket wool stocking hat and heavy mittensReady to goHe steps outside and the brutal cold takes his breath awayHe stands for a... - [A Chemise Discovery](https://literaryyard.com/2023/07/10/a-chemise-discovery/): By Glen Donaldson Stella Cromwell was a once in a generation housekeeper. The calmness that came with keeping house – from dusting vintage wine bottles down in a cellar to the soft, rhythmic sound of a brush-broom as it swept... - ['Summer Beginnings' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/07/10/summer-beginnings-and-other-poems/): By: Christian Ward Summer Beginnings Clouds rollercoaster into rain.The block of flats oppositeis lighter than candy floss.Squint and you’ll see furniture,televisions, laptops, and Dysonvacuum cleaners levitating.The alley nearby – ruledby a gang of moss – is no biggerthan my thumb... - [Getting Your Novel or Book Adapted to Screen? Read it, Now!](https://literaryyard.com/2023/07/09/getting-your-novel-or-book-adapted-to-screen-read-it-now/): Novels and movies have a very close relationship. From the very beginning, filmmakers have resorted to novels to make motion pictures. And when you see some famous examples like “To Kill a Mockingbird” by Harper Lee, “The Girl with the... - [Destructive Nature of a Patriarchal Society in Hananah Zaheer’s “Willow Tree Fever”](https://literaryyard.com/2023/07/09/destructive-nature-of-a-patriarchal-society-in-hananah-zaheers-willow-tree-fever/): By Heewoo Jung Lovebirds is a collection that contains multiple short stories by Hananah Zaheer in which she touches on various social problems from an individual level to a societal level. In her short story “Willow Tree Fever,” Zaheer uses... - [The Path to Joy](https://literaryyard.com/2023/07/09/the-path-to-joy/): By: Vaishnavi Kolluru The secret to joyLies in a riverthat flows forward, making you believe its truth, until you reach the end. The secret to joyControls the waves of the oceanYou indulge in a small cold wavegetting your feet wetThe... - [Albert Camus's The Stranger: Meaning of Meaninglessness](https://literaryyard.com/2023/07/08/albert-camuss-the-stranger-meaning-of-meaninglessness/): By: Ramlal Agarwal The German occupation of France and World War II dissolved old certitudes and unshakable assumptions from the former ages. 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Writing himself outTo be theChampion of his times Echoing back – calling to his matesReaching back to all of those paintedYesterday’sAges that he knew he would never haveSurvivedLight... - ['Not Rigorous Enough' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/07/03/not-rigorous-enough-and-other-poems/): By: KJ Hannah Greenberg Not Rigorous Enough When words are rigorous enough to illuminate the discourse amidst dysfunctional adults,To create meaning from world leader’s remarks, to probe sundry romance novels, peopleContend that the breadth, external validity, & heuristic benefit discounting... - ['Lost in My Thoughts' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/07/03/lost-in-my-thoughts-and-other-poems/): By: Hidden pen Lost in my thoughts (What if?)….What if it all a lie?.What if we get to heavenAnd don’t get inside,What if we get to the gateAnd see God at the other side?. What if we can’t go back?,What... - [Dear Friend - a poem](https://literaryyard.com/2023/06/26/dear-friend-a-poem/): By: Kyle Callam With a leaden chest I must regrettably compileThe very last words that will come to defineYour very cruel and selfish last stanceAnd why you choose no more to danceAs to why you fled from a life of... - [The paramour of the sorcerer's apprentice - a ballad](https://literaryyard.com/2023/06/26/the-paramour-of-the-sorcerers-apprentice-a-ballad/): By: Paweł Markiewicz The moony, dreamy naiad is awakened,like pearl in the deepest marine finery.She-muser of eternity seeks for hoard.Choir: Muse’s treasure amaranthine-gentle. The naiad to dearest prentice: Magicalis a hidden cavity, the wind told me.< Apprentice: >We are awoken... - [Growing older in a modern world](https://literaryyard.com/2023/06/26/growing-older-in-a-modern-world/): By Debra J. White Home was a shabby brick apartment building in a working class, scrappy New York City neighborhood where families, even large ones, were packed into cramped quarters. I always knew I’d get old but it happened so... - [She Got What She Deserved - A Novelette](https://literaryyard.com/2023/06/25/she-got-what-she-deserved-a-novelette/): By John RC Potter Chapter 1 ……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… It was late June and Victoria had just been down at the river’s edge looking at the stones that were scattered along the sloping banks, as well as others that she could see... - [My Two Girls](https://literaryyard.com/2023/06/25/my-two-girls/): By Marieke Steiner After having been admitted to the hospital several days ago for toxic shock syndrome from a menstrual cup, my youngest daughter Brittany is now septic. Brit’s health declined sharply after the antibiotics for the staph infection didn’t... - [The Preservation of Artifacts](https://literaryyard.com/2023/06/24/the-preservation-of-artifacts/): By: Jina Choi What would you think if someone asked you to return an item you’d already paid for? You would have the right to reject it because you have already paid for it. 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It was a time of great creativity and experimentation, and many talented writers... - [The Sewist, Mary Laura McNicol Mills](https://literaryyard.com/2023/06/22/the-sewist-mary-laura-mcnicol-mills/): By: Brian Michael Barbeito  Prologue Inside the world that lost its way, Mary Laura McNicol Mills did not. she had no choice. not having what others had, she didn’t have the luxury of time, or the upbringing, to know the... - [The Power of Nature: Exploring Ecocriticism in Modern Poetry](https://literaryyard.com/2023/06/21/ecocriticism-in-modern-poetry/): Ecocriticism is a relatively new field of literary criticism that has left a lasting impact – not only in poetry circles but in environmental and sustainability circles. Ecocriticism claims to examine the relationship between literature and the environment. 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The apesthat ape you in cartoons are whitebut grew fur coats to compensate.Our only prize is vitamin D.The price is wrinkles and skin cancer.When... - [The moment, at last](https://literaryyard.com/2023/06/20/the-moment-at-last/): By: Dmitriy Shandra there’s somebody’s voice inside of yourself:it’s saturday, fifth of november,tomorrow is sixth, and the daysthat used to trot briskly aheadnow drag on, exhausted horses,rusted clay of fatigueon the soles of your shoesthe autumnal sun, leadingthe first days... - ['Heavenly Temples and Towers' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/06/20/heavenly-temples-and-towers-and-other-poems/): By Chinese Poet Yuan HongriTranslated by Yuanbing Zhang Heavenly Temples and Towers I rode a heavenly camel towards a desolate desert, .a jade bottle poured the sweet dew of the Kingdom of Heavenand converged a lake of springs that never... - ['In Conjunctio Oppositorum' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/06/19/in-conjunctio-oppositorum-and-other-poems/): By Amrita Valan In Conjunctio Oppositorum The promise, ofArdhnarishwaraPledge of Purush,Evolutionary elegancePerfect synchronicityYin-Yang, Dark-LightFire-Water, Hard-Soft,Eros and ThanatosDestruction and creationGerms of entropy,Seeded in nascence.Fusion of promiseIn true mystical union,Holistic leap of faithOver spiritual oceans.Ananthnaga devouringSheshnaga’s tail.Alpha to omegaWedded congruence.Parsing syncretismRichest essences.Wondrous... - ['Tonight Let Us Play Together' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/06/18/tonight-let-us-play-together-and-other-poems/): By: Puneet Kumar Tonight Let Us Play Together Tonight let us play togetherA game that has no rulesJust two of us will playSee how long we can play We both have to be carefulKeep each other’s interest aliveNot let this... - ['The Cost of Peace' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/06/18/cost-of-living/): By: Richard LeDue The Cost of Peace We’re in a war of attritionwith ourselves,but at least it all ledto department store Christmas commercials,gift wrapped electric can openers,two jobs a weekjust to lose a staring contestwith an artificial X-mas tree,missing a... - [God and Soul Scripts](https://literaryyard.com/2023/06/18/god-and-soul-scripts/): By: Tom Ball      I, Clarissa, said to Stephen, “There’s no turning back now!” We had entered “Paradise,” and were about to meet God. This God was said to be angelic and inspirational. And we had both been hypnotized to... - ['Walk out in the sun' and other spring haiku](https://literaryyard.com/2023/06/17/walk-out-in-the-sun-haiku/): By Jim Bates Walk out in the sunBend down to smell a flowerJoy of being alive. Warm bright sun shiningNew plants turning toward the lightHappily growing. Supermoon risingEastern sky glowing dreamlikeLunar light sublime. Distant thunder rollsKettle-drum pounding preludeSymphony of rain. - [The Druid](https://literaryyard.com/2023/06/17/the-druid/): By Paweł Markiewicz In a Druid´s soul: gold of rainbow. A druid wanted to go into a forest and pick some fungi, to cook later a magic super decoction from them. In the Druid´s soul: the Golden Fleece. 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The sudden rise of my windbreaker,sweat-encrusted tower of refugein the... - [Exile in Autumn, Prose Poems for Lost Souls ](https://literaryyard.com/2023/06/15/exile-in-autumn-prose-poems-for-lost-souls/): By: Brian Michael Barbeito You Are the Sun there was the super flower blood moon and the nocturnal rains like bad dreams. but you are the sun. there was the world, oh my god and word, how miserable and low,... - [Just Like It Was Tomorrow](https://literaryyard.com/2023/06/15/tomorrow-2/): By: Alan Berger My memoriesThrew me my hatShowed me the doorThey said I was not needed there anymore They are rightI have to admit itI am only as good as my next minute The bad past along with the goodI... - [Here to Eternity](https://literaryyard.com/2023/06/15/eternity/): By: Bruce Levine For Jane Forever heldA piece of my soulFloats through the universeSitting on your shoulderLasting ‘til the end of timeLike the waters of a springFlowing from here to eternityCounting the daysBy scores of millenniaIn everlasting love - [Alien X-ing](https://literaryyard.com/2023/06/15/alien-x-ing/): By: Daniel Millard Shame – bodyPain – bodyOut – of – bodyNo – bodySome – body Breath of lifeIn – spirit – ationNot of this nationNot of this worldNot a little boyNor a little girl Alien crossing over & overMeat... - [Of Silver Stars and a Siren Singing](https://literaryyard.com/2023/06/15/silver-stars-and-a-siren-singing/): By: Michael Summerleigh for Sterling 1. Thomas Beverley consulted the somewhat mangled remains of the small white business card he held in one gloved hand, checked the address on it and then, with no small amount of disappointment, eyed the... - [Itchy](https://literaryyard.com/2023/06/15/itchy/): By: Delaney D. Ding The itch, a fiendish dance, a battle’s cue,I yearn relief, evading its pursuit.A tormentor relentless, peace it steals,Magnifying pain with a thousand tiny feels. Oh, tranquil reprieve, I plead and yearn,Escaping this eternal itch’s burn.Yet in... - [The Table Turns, a poem](https://literaryyard.com/2023/06/13/the-table-turns-a-poem/): By: Karen O’Leary She stares out the window,trying to compose herselfand not let the tears spill.The waiter says the twowines were preorderedearlier by her husbandto celebrate their firstwedding anniversary.Her surprise is the flowers,designed to capture thosein her wedding bouquet.He invited... - [5 Best Books About Climate Change and Environmental Safety](https://literaryyard.com/2023/06/13/5-best-books-about-climate-change-and-environmental-safety/): In the face of pressing global challenges such as climate change and environmental degradation, books serve as invaluable resources to educate and inspire action. From scientific analyses to personal narratives, the literary world offers a wealth of knowledge and insight... - [The responsive awakening of springtide](https://literaryyard.com/2023/06/12/the-responsive-awakening-of-springtide/): By: Paweł Markiewicz The springtime wakes upin may glory and dreamsin May-tender homeland O! Dreamy moony springimmortalize the enchantmentof the Naiad forever! the pensiveness of a feather from crowsyou are black such a muse-like falchionthinker with many oboliI listen to... - [Important Notice: Temporary Website Upgrade Underway for Literary Yard](https://literaryyard.com/2023/06/04/important-notice-temporary-website-upgrade-underway-for-literary-yard/): Dear Literary Yard Users and Authors, We hope this message finds you well and filled with literary inspiration. We want to inform you about an upcoming upgrade taking place on the Literary Yard website. Our team is working diligently behind... - [Karen E. 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Durick Even though most of the restrictionsHave been lifted I still carry their cardIn my wallet, buried in there with allThe rest, my driver’s license, insuranceCards and credit cards. It’s my “RecordCard” for Covid 19 vaccinations. FirstOn the... - ['Fun Hoover' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/06/02/fun-hoover-and-other-poems/): By: KJ Hannah Greenberg Fun Hoover Sucking up all fun ain’t no man’s idea of party brio.Much better to hent joy on occasions than endeavorEntentes with miserable others. Abstruse behaviors aside, grunting, frowning, snarling, mostlyAmounts to otiose conducts. Instead, lend... - [Angel in the Grass](https://literaryyard.com/2023/06/01/angel-in-the-grass/): By John RC Potter Opening Frame “If I don’t get around to it, I hope one day you will write my life’s story.” Years ago my maternal grandmother told me stories about her life, reminiscences and recollections. 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And this blog compiles the ten best hotels in Pune that... - ['Fourth image of fear' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/05/30/fourth-image-of-fear-and-other-poems/): By: Hardeep Sabharwal Fourth image of fear Man fearsWhen his pocket is fullAnd is alone on the unknown path Man also fearsWhen according to the fixed format of the routineA loved one not returns backAnd also the thread of communication... - [Summer of 1974, Indianola, Mississippi](https://literaryyard.com/2023/05/29/summer-of-1974-indianola-mississippi/): By: Kathleen Williams Renk In the late 1960s, one of my best high school girlfriends dated an A+ student who was the star of the cross-country team. He was black. When her parents discovered that her new love interest wasn’t... - ['Shiva Nataraja' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/05/29/shiva-nataraja-and-other-poems/): By William T. Hathaway Shiva Nataraja In my autumn backyard I do puja to you,chanting your names,offering fruit, flower, and flameto the Lord of the Cosmic Dance.Falling leavescast dancing shadowsover your shiny brass body.The wind is blowing the leaves away,bringing... - [the white houses](https://literaryyard.com/2023/05/29/the-white-houses/): By: Brian Michael Barbeito they didn’t record the time of incarnation, of birth, so no natal chart can be cast. I don’t know, maybe it doesn’t matter. I wonder sometimes at what time. Osho said after the awakening to call... - ['Until Then' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/05/29/until-then-and-other-poems/): By: Josef Wachs Until Then BewareThe end is nighThe story is near its endSummer is nearly hereThe school year is almost endedBut until thenThere is workUntil thenWe press onUntil thenWe lookUntil thenWe watchUntil thenWe waitUntil then ### Black and White... - [Missing NYC and down](https://literaryyard.com/2023/05/29/missing-nyc-and-down/): By: Itay Eisinger Above allI miss the MOMANot the museum itselfBut the concept. Kissing byBethesda FountainTo confuse the cops,Finding that tinyFrench restaurantHardly known even to its owner–The forgotten Polish philosopherWho helped Lech WalesaTo form Solidarity. I was poorer than now,Poor... - ['After Covid' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/05/29/after-covid-and-other-poems/): By: John Grey AFTER COVID I’m paying visitsto those I haven’t seenin the past two years. 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Autumn breeze goes stillThirsty leaves hang crispilyDry air feels languid. Geese flying honkingSwallows amass on taut wiresSense of change looming. - [Review: Mandelstam, Oleg Lekmanov, translated by Tatiana Retivov (Academic Studies Press)](https://literaryyard.com/2024/10/13/review-mandelstam-oleg-lekmanov-translated-by-tatiana-retivov-academic-studies-press/): By Thomas Sanfilip It is difficult to say, though bears repeating, that poetry holds no sway over modern culture, it has drifted into obscure corners so distant, it has become merely an artifact, an oddity, a peculiar expression that has... - ["Once Around the Block" and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/10/13/once-around-the-block-and-other-poems/): By: Arvilla Fee Once Around the Block Lenny’s eyes sag, his chin sags;he’s just one sad sack of bonesbound to a wheelchair.Bored—bordering on depression.No family. No visitors. Stuck.Come on, Lenny, I say.He lifts bushy gray eyebrows,casting me a look of... - [Anguish](https://literaryyard.com/2024/10/13/anguish/): By: James Aitchison Weak shouldersdo not have to bearenormous anguish.Soft words,impervious to grief,await in the bastionof the soul.Let no mangrovel for answers.The soul containsthe means to gentlylight your path. - [Germany in the nighttime](https://literaryyard.com/2024/10/11/germany-in-the-nighttime/): By: Pawel Markiewicz 1961 – the wall has been builtonce sixty-one stars glowed over the native landthe East Germany rife with butterflies sparkled in the nightthe Western Germany full of west wood garlics glinted in the eveningthe fall of the... - [Traveling Through Guatemala with Granddaughters](https://literaryyard.com/2024/10/07/traveling-through-guatemala-with-granddaughters/): (Part of the Yin & Yang of Travel Series) By: Mark D. Walker Share our similarities, celebrate our differences. — M. 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It’s about my English Lit assignment,the extra-credit over-the-summerre-write of a famous nursery rhyme.This was the shortest one... - [Come into the parlour — and die!](https://literaryyard.com/2024/10/06/come-into-the-parlour-and-die/): By James Aitchison It all began in 1775 when Swedish chemist Carl Wilhelm Scheele invented a stunning new pigment — a green more vibrant, more luminous, than anything seen before.  The secret?  The miraculous new pigment was copper arsenite, also... - [Monday Morning](https://literaryyard.com/2024/10/05/monday-morning/): By: Bruce Levine Monday morningThe work week begins The last of September Anticipating fall October beginnings Winking an eye Harvests and beer fests Soon pumpkin pie The year winding down Another one gone Ice cream and candles Times Square alive... - ['Ideologic Dogma' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/09/30/ideologic-dogma-and-other-poems/): By: Bruce Levine Ideologic Dogma Ideologic dogmaTyped into a teleprompterRegurgitated by pundits Woven into conversations Taken as gospel according to the oracle of the day As long as it fits within the ideology Fiction parading as fact Reflected in the... - [Time](https://literaryyard.com/2024/09/29/time/): By: James Aitchison As the tree needstime to grow, sotoo the soul.Unhurried wisdom,stepping softly,seeking the infinite.Nothing springs fromignorance;lives scattered tothe winds have noroots.In quiet soil,the soul flourishes. - [Not the King’s English](https://literaryyard.com/2024/09/29/not-the-kings-english/): By James Aitchison In London, just five miles east of Buckingham Palace, a mysterious underground language has evolved.  An English language wherein words such as “frog”, “soldiers”, “Aristotle”, “whistle” and “butchers” do not mean what they are supposed to mean!... - [Nine Lives](https://literaryyard.com/2024/09/29/nine-lives/): By David William Jurgenson Popock opened his door and found a short Egyptian girl staring at him expectantly. She had large, watery green eyes, sleek diamond lips, with a luscious mane of black hair flowing down to her hips. Popock... - ['Catholic Cuts in the Schism' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/09/29/catholic-cuts-in-the-schism-and-other-poems/): By: Simon Heathcote Catholic Cuts in the Schism Thick black hair sashaying in clumpslike gold leaf bestowed on Toni’sSmall Heath shop — I was the grandsonof the local vicar who smiled and waveddown the High Street like reruns of a papal visit — and... - ['Mulberries' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/09/29/mulberries-and-other-poems/): By: John Ziegler Mulberries I remember orchids through the windowof a solarium’s silver glass, on Ruben Patterson’s property, his estate, with its mammoth mansion, with its broad veranda and 4 car garage, his cream – and – gold Stutz Bearcat.... - [Six Lake Superior Haiku](https://literaryyard.com/2024/09/29/six-lake-superior-haiku/): By: Jim Bates Deep forest strollingSunny skies blue asters bloomSuch serenity. Rocky granite gorgeCascading river echoesWildly roaring bliss. Solitary singerSongs sung with heartfelt passionVoice transcending. Walking pine tree woodsSkirting nefarious rootsHappily hiking. Stoney beach agatesPebbles swirling reddish huesWonder of eons.... - ['September Again' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/09/24/september-again-and-other-poems/): By: Richard LeDue “September Again” Trees painting pictures with their leaves,leaving us to ponder where they hidetheir paint brushes, or why we turnthose colours into bright remindersof approaching winter and another summerlost, but some are lucky and just stare,blinded by... - [Easy to Read](https://literaryyard.com/2024/09/24/easy-to-read/): By Taylor Dibbert He’s atHighland BooksWith his momAnd he comes acrossAn enlarged print bookAnd he lovesSeeing these wordsOn the pageEverything lookingSo accessibleSo easy to read. ### Taylor Dibbert is a writer, journalist, and poet in Washington, DC. “Rescue Dog,” his... - [Help! I’m Dead!](https://literaryyard.com/2024/09/23/help-im-dead/): By John RC Potter           “Help! I’m Dead!” Those chilling words rose into the clear blue-sky skies and bounced off the rosy-hued heavens on a farm in southwestern Ontario one early summer’s morning in the mid-60s. At the shrill lament,... - ['Glimpse Eros' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/09/22/glimpse-eros-and-other-poems/): By: Sam Barbee Glimpse Eros I crave new ecstasies,pursue passion beyond the smooch.Let obsession bypass innuendo –bones quivering beneath skin.Sweat rather than sonnets. Dismiss passive liaisons leavingwrinkles, in a palace trimmed with pillows.A realm to be content with candles and... - [The lost colonies of Utopia ](https://literaryyard.com/2024/09/21/the-lost-colonies-of-utopia/): By James Aitchison Dictionaries tell us that Utopia means a place of ideal perfection.  They also offer a secondary meaning: an impractical scheme for social improvement. Crushing poverty, social inequality and defeat in war drove thousands to start new lives... - [On Their Own Behalf](https://literaryyard.com/2024/09/16/on-their-own-behalf/): By: Bruce Levine Focused on infinity Without clear-cut definitions Prolonged anxiety Created by hyperbole Society regulated By rules imposed Without the consent Of the governed Fragmenting the populace Into antagonistic segments Making demands Solely on their own behalf The squeaky... - ['Standing On the Edge' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/09/15/standing-on-the-edge-and-other-poems/): By: Michelle Murray Standing On the Edge Standing on the edgeTeeteringTotteringTrying not to fall offIt’s a balancing actStep rightThen step leftSoftlySlowlySo as not to slipSwinging my arms to balanceLike a circus actTrying to stay onTrying not to fallTo fall would... - ['Early bird dirge' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/09/11/early-bird-dirge-and-other-poems/): By: Gabi Probst Totality – 4/9/24 In the background, I like to thinkthe light of mine you stifle(cosmic coincidence)twinkles to be beautifulremembered for our storiesbrushes of bright reachout over dark canvasmomentous in my narrativetypical in yours? you movelike any other... - [ASL Night](https://literaryyard.com/2024/09/10/asl-night/): By: Carl Papa Palmer her hips move in tunewith her hands keeping timesigning words of his songsto the rhythm of his rhyme him rapping on her righton the stage with his micvoicing verse to the deafthru her signing on his... - ['Thou Act Another Time' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/09/08/thou-act-another-time-and-other-poems/): By: Kwodwo Bentum Thou Act Another Time Shall I compare thee to the Time foretold?When nations will loose sovereignty and freedomsAnd the so-called inalienable rights will be encroachedAnd anarchy be the lord of territorial kingdomsWhere grotesque leadership be the best... - [Zog: king or clown?](https://literaryyard.com/2024/09/08/zog-king-or-clown/): By James Aitchison He was known as the king with the funny name, a self-appointed Muslim ruler who survived 55 assassination attempts, a dictator who fled to The Ritz in London and died in obscurity in France. And while history... - ['Awesome bright wonder' and other summer haiku](https://literaryyard.com/2024/09/08/awesome-bright-wonder-and-other-summer-haiku/): By: Jim Bates Awesome bright wonderJupiter and Venus shineLighting the deep night. Summertime soft rainFalling on thirsty gardensPlants drink joyfully. This home of the soulThese bricks of good memoriesThis mortar of love. Big Bluestem prairieWind racing through wildflowersSea of grass... - ['The Land of Cuckoo' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/09/08/the-land-of-cuckoo-and-other-poems/): By: Pramod Rastogi The Land of Cuckoo I pay a visit to the Alps long overdueWhere in a hut live my cousins so true,Awaiting in awe my visit impromptu. They are born wizards of the flame issueWho love to light... - [Reading Chair at Dusk](https://literaryyard.com/2024/09/08/reading-chair-at-dusk/): By: Gregg Norman Face off, feet off the floor,lying on leather reclined,only the words keeping mefrom falling throughinto another dimension.Words underlinedbetween the linesby sunlight real and realized,lamplight fake and faded,bright to brighter too bright,as the sun falls dyingand darkness floods... - [Generosity](https://literaryyard.com/2024/09/08/generosity/): By: Kim Farleigh Platform lights illuminated her pleased eyes as she entered the dark compartment that Jones had entered without paying for a full-price ticket. She removed a glossy magazine from a bag. Her pink top, white jeans, cream shoes,... - ['The Next Plateau' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/09/05/the-next-plateau-and-other-poems/): By: Bruce Levine The Next Plateau Roads taken Following twists and turns Roads less taken Often straight But often less scenic With fewer variables Fewer variations Fewer vistas Fewer paths to the next plateau Trials and tribulations A sing-song melody... - ['These Colors' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/09/05/these-colors-and-other-poems/): By: Sarah Mahina Calvello These Colors All these colors,Combed and spunInto fine spiralsOf cotton candyDying the skyWith a stretching sigh Morning roseCovers everythingWith a patient brightness Another dayOf rise and fall— The Postcard For Michael Calvello Take me to the... - ['Ars Longa' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/09/05/ars-longa-and-other-poems/): By: Cynthia Pitman Ars Longa to Isaac The weary artist, long unknown,made his way down the hidden pathto the forbidden lake.There he abandoned his brusheson the shoreand knelt by the water’s edgeto rinse his pallet one last time.As the colors... - [Suite Remorse Haiku](https://literaryyard.com/2024/09/04/suite-remorse-haiku/): By: Mike Turner The cold rain of ageWashes away nostalgiaLeaving only regret Poignant memoriesLike a relentless high tideSlowly submerge me In the past’s sad depthsLie yesterday’s reflectionsQuietly weeping - ['Rather Warm' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/09/04/rather-warm-and-other-poems/): By: David Sapp Rather Warm Rather warmI’m certainYou’d agreeWe’ve fiddled aroundFor far too longNow everyoneWatches RomeEverything everywhereBurning brightlyNeedlessly thoroughlyAnd you and IWe are all NeroMindlessly pluckingStrumming hummingCatchy tunesIn our comfy airConditioned apocalypse There’s Brutality There’s brutalityOn the front pageAbove the... - [Midlife Crisis](https://literaryyard.com/2024/09/03/midlife-crisis/): By Taylor Dibbert Nothing breaksA marriageQuite likeA midlife crisis. ### Taylor Dibbert is a writer, journalist, and poet in Washington, DC. “Rescue Dog,” his fourth full-length poetry collection, was published in May. - ['Ode to Ern Malley' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/09/02/ode-to-ern-malley-and-other-poems/): By: Duane L Herrmann ODE TO ERN MALLEY Do an “Ern Malley”as the pranksters did:assume a male persona,pretend to be a poet,make up new versein strange new ways,and shock the otherswho thought they knewwhat a poem was.Open doors which morefollowed,... - ['A Killer Summer' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/09/02/a-killer-summer-and-other-poems/): By: Ranjit K Sahu A killer summer Causality of an unsolicited relationshipMy heart wanders around the dusky huesThe summer sky grapples with cloudsComprehending what’s false and what’s true Wishes metamorphose into murmurationsChanging their shape and intensityAnd in those abstractions sketch... - [Britain’s Royal Nazi](https://literaryyard.com/2024/09/01/britains-royal-nazi/): By James Aitchison He was born a British prince.  His father was Queen Victoria’s youngest, brightest son.  He was educated at Eton.  Lewis Carroll, a family friend, dubbed him a “perfect little prince”.  Yet he was denounced in Britain as... - [Completeness](https://literaryyard.com/2024/09/01/completeness/): By: James Aitchison When all is calm,when every ripple is smoothed,when every doubt dispelled,the four corners of the worldare yours.None shall limit your horizons,none shall steal your wisdom,none shall thwart you.Old whispers are no longer heard,and your breath is eternal.When... - ['Big white moon glowing' and other summer haiku](https://literaryyard.com/2024/08/29/big-white-moon-glowing-and-other-summer-haiku/): By: Jim Bates Big white moon glowingShining bright across the skyLighting up the night. Crisp late summer nightThey snuggle warm under quiltsMoonlight bright with love. Old-time country roadSwirling dust clouds rise and settleIn a timeless way. Gentle dawn sunlightFlowers glowing... - [To the Men in Blue](https://literaryyard.com/2024/08/29/to-the-men-in-blue/): By: Emmanuel Papa Quansah When you see tons of placardsflying without flairWhen you see hundreds of fistsvertically punching the airWhen you hear millions of hungry voicesshoutingWhen you see thousands of jobless feetstamping the streetWhen you see our teenagers and adultsslapping... - [''Love in the fast lane'' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/08/28/love-in-the-fast-lane-and-other-poems/): By: Debbie Tunstall 1) Love in the fast lane You worked at the ‘ used car ‘ dealershipwhen you sold me your love, discounted to half the price-And I bought it. After a quick test drive, and a signature on... - [Mistake City](https://literaryyard.com/2024/08/28/mistake-city/): By: Ian C Smith. At last he lands a real job, regular, not stop-gap: reasonable wages with overtime, albeit monotonous graft reached by driving in peak hour traffic, the idea of the car as freedom thwarted.  He hasn’t been told... - [I proposed for the first time](https://literaryyard.com/2024/08/28/i-proposed-for-the-first-time/): By Reese Scott I don’t remember the exact sayingFor every year you are with someone it will take six months to get over them and move onMe and my girlfriend were together for three yearsSo, I have to wait over... - [Chance Meeting](https://literaryyard.com/2024/08/26/chance-meeting/): By: Linda Barrett                The two women bumped into each other as they unlocked their respective mailboxes in the Chateau’s retirement community’s lobby. The tall red-haired woman moved backward while the short blonde woman also moved backward.                “Sorry” they... - [FLOWER VENDOR](https://literaryyard.com/2024/08/23/flower-vendor/): By: Sathya Narayana I know him for the past thirty years;a door-to-door flower vendor;short, lean, dark with gullible staresand a basket around his shoulders. ‘How much do you earn? ‘ once I askedway back in the eighties, if I’m right.‘Enough... - ['To Awaken a Forgotten Love' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/08/23/to-awaken-a-forgotten-love-and-other-poems/): By: Irma Kurti To awaken a forgotten love The voice of my memories called meto awaken an almost forgotten love;to feel the beat of my heart againin the city where we found each other. Something hits my chest like a... - [Aging](https://literaryyard.com/2024/08/23/aging/): By: James Aitchison Do not bind me withsocial rope orpublic scorn.What is me is eternal.I do not clingto my physical body.I seek the farpossibilities,the silence of the wise,the pure energy of self,the mind at peace.How long have I waitedfor my... - [A tale of two Edgars](https://literaryyard.com/2024/08/22/a-tale-of-two-edgars/): By: James Aitchison Two men, both Edgars, born in the same year — 1875 — would become the most prolific authors of the twentieth century, creating two fictional characters that have never ceased to capture the world’s imagination — King... - [Exploring the World of Pod Systems: The Future of Vaping](https://literaryyard.com/2024/08/22/exploring-the-world-of-pod-systems-the-future-of-vaping/): Vaping has evolved significantly over the past decade, offering numerous alternatives to traditional smoking. Among the latest advancements in the vaping industry, pod systems have emerged as a popular choice for both beginners and experienced vapers. This article explores the... - ['Apparently' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/08/20/apparently-and-other-poems/): By DJ Tyrer Apparently Apparently(It’s always ‘apparently’As a straight ‘yes’ or ‘no’ is never given)Our block is no longer recyclingPerhaps because the residents never botheredTo sort trash properlyMixing recycling and rubbish togetherPerhaps because the workers were too lazyTo put the... - [The Guide to Happiness](https://literaryyard.com/2024/08/20/the-guide-to-happiness/): By: Edmund Fulton Happiness, what is that even? And more importantly, how do you gain it? Some would say happiness can be found in buying a new, expensive car, or a bigger house. Others would say it is important to... - [Start Living](https://literaryyard.com/2024/08/20/start-living/): By: Edmund Fulton One life, that’s what you get. Not more, not less, so do something with it. Every day is another chance, so use it wisely. Don’t waste precious time being stuck in the past, sobbing over something you... - [The Urbanite](https://literaryyard.com/2024/08/20/the-urbanite/): By: Bruce Levine Focused on the refrainElongated phrasesLines like the symmetryOf a skyscraperPiercing the airToward the sunCasting shadowsAlong the sidewalksCreating new patternsBent by the crosswalksOf other shadowsFrom other towersWith geometric precisionIn a profusionOf pathwaysRenewed and refreshedBy the cascading lightOf another... - [Erskine Childers: the man before Bond](https://literaryyard.com/2024/08/16/erskine-childers-the-man-before-bond/): By James Aitchison Long before Ian Fleming, John Buchan, Graham Greene, Eric Ambler, Len Deighton and John le Carré, there was Erskine Childers.  His book, The Riddle of the Sands, published in May 1903, is arguably the first spy novel... - [Walls](https://literaryyard.com/2024/08/16/walls-3/): By: James Aitchison There are no wallsbetween life and the truthof your inner self.Eternal wisdom is yours now. The physical form of yourselfis not the finality. You do not have to wait until deathto see the truth beyond the obvious.Inner... - [Five Summer Haiku](https://literaryyard.com/2024/08/16/five-summer-haiku/): By: Jim Bates Northern Lights glowingSoft waves shimmering like dreamsWaiting to come true. Morning rain fallingSoggy wet flower headsBend in silent thanks. Early morning lightFlowers nodding in the dawnSerene peaceful calm. Aunt and Uncle’s cabinOn a lake overflowingWith good memories.... - [Out of the Darkness ](https://literaryyard.com/2024/08/16/out-of-the-darkness/): By Taylor Dibbert He didn’t know That he’d need to Write his way Out of the darkness But when he Met her There was a lot That he didn’t know, A lot that He never considered. ### Taylor Dibbert is... - ['Deep conversations with the moon' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/08/14/deep-conversations-with-the-moon-and-other-poems/): By: moonchildprose - ['The Path Ahead' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/08/12/the-path-ahead-and-other-poems/): By Bruce Levine The Path Ahead The River Flow - [Unbounded](https://literaryyard.com/2024/08/12/unbounded/): By: James Aitchison The momentis here.While others weaveknots of resistance,you seek theeternal spirit within.Seek the truth,and in your sacrifices,gain peace.The late sea calls,and wisdom willcarry you far. - [Langston Hughes: What happens to a dream deferred?](https://literaryyard.com/2024/08/12/langston-hughes-what-happens-to-a-dream-deferred/): By James Aitchison Langston Hughes, the Poet Laureate of African America, had a great ear for rhythms and stress, able to propel ideas and demands for racial justice through urgent jagged verse, a “jazz” poet who harnessed popular music such... - ['Prime' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/08/12/prime-and-other-poems/): By: Miss Debbie Ann Tunstall Prime I’ll lay amongst the sumptuous bunchPicking and pulling at it,Asking myself if it’s seasonedUnder swollen layers. How does it taste; ripeOr bittersweet?Enough for all your senses? I’ll yearn for you to devour it,Savor the... - [The dreameries with Egyptian cats](https://literaryyard.com/2024/08/12/the-dreameries-with-egyptian-cats/): By: Paweł Markiewicz I looked at the window of my villaand it was midnight.The brown cat meowed.He is the guardian of many blissful melancholies.He is the crimson memory of philosophers.He is a signpost for golden-hearted poets.I am tender ancient sage.I... - [Michaela and Me](https://literaryyard.com/2024/08/08/michaela-and-me/): By: Harrison Abbott My sister Michaela had had problems with her sleeping for years. So she went to the doctor and the doctor prescribed her a form of sleeping pills. They worked at first. Michaela would call me up and... - [3 AM](https://literaryyard.com/2024/08/02/3-am/): By: Devanshee Soni It’s 3 am, pre-dawn,air crisp like ironed linen,but my pillowcase and bedsheetscreaming, with traces of firemy room, a sweatshop.I laboriously glide out of the bed,the choking air hunger getting best of me.My limbs have gone numb, pins... - [Socialist Art in the 19th and 20th Centuries](https://literaryyard.com/2024/08/02/socialist-art-in-the-19th-and-20th-centuries/): By Yoobin (Annika) Song The socialists of the 19th and 20th centuries launched a formidable challenge against industrial capitalism, employing art as a powerful tool for critical analysis and critique. In works such as “A Pyramid of Capitalist Society,” (fig.... - ['Never Ending Insanity' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/08/01/never-ending-insanity-and-other-poems/): By: Richard LeDue Never Ending Insanity Lucidity stained by lunacy is inevitableas we slay dragons we raised ourselveswith dog food we boughtfor the neighbour’s starving dog,and then there’s your brother who diedfrom lung cancer,eating bologna and ketchupin his deathbed,while we... - ['Picture This' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/07/31/picture-this-and-other-poems-2/): By: J.K. Durick I picture the wineIn your handA glass enoughAs poems go byBi-lingual of courseThe neighbor’s dogKeeping watchWithout askingThe afternoon endsAnd like everywhereNight introduces itselfThe heat slowsThe day goesThis is the dreamYou had/havePlanned, playedA song you wroteWordsWithout the voiceOr... - [O Angel! My Angel!](https://literaryyard.com/2024/07/31/o-angel-my-angel/): By Tabussum Sumaiya “Knock Knock!” Who’s there?“Angel I am, Devil’s too here!”Why is Devil always thy near?“Nothin’ I, exist in His solemn prayer!” O Angel! O Angel!You turning into That?This shrewd bosom buddyA sweet hypocrite brat! O Angel! My Angel!Don’t... - ['Tears of the Sun' and poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/07/31/tears-of-the-sun-and-poems/): By: Jonathan Chibuike Ukah Tears of the Sun It’s just another Christmas Day.When birds twittered freely away;I sat alone upon the desolate graveWhere flowers lie and pebbles rave. The sun pierced its tearful raysUpon the cloudy hills and matted leaves;Gone... - [Death, Two Ways— Ready To Be Served](https://literaryyard.com/2024/07/30/death-two-ways-ready-to-be-served/): By: Roopa Menon The First Way Wear your best clothes. Statistics reveal that people who wear their favorite attire just before killing themselves suffer less. If you are not a sucker for statistics, don’t bother. Choosing where you commit the... - [Today, Tomorrow, and Always](https://literaryyard.com/2024/07/30/today-tomorrow-and-always/): By: Bruce Levine Today, tomorrow, and always The future holding hands Moving forward Toward new beginnings Building on the past Without looking back Sharing the moments And making new mem’ries Wrapping each adventure In a satin ribbon And placing them... - [The High School on the Hill](https://literaryyard.com/2024/07/29/the-high-school-on-the-hill/): By: Daniel Acosta, Jr. Prologue  At a very early age when I started grade school in 1951, I saw that the white kids at my school were the ones favored by the teachers, especially those who were smart and popular.... - [Wizzywig](https://literaryyard.com/2024/07/29/wizzywig/): By Carl Papa Palmer WYSIWYG – What you see is what you get FYI, WTF is not where’s the fire,IIRC. (if I remember correctly)BTW, IANAL. (I am not a lawyer)IOW, IMAn00b. (a clueless newbie) A MOTOS (member of the opposite... - [My Library](https://literaryyard.com/2024/07/28/my-library/): By: Bruce Levine Sometimes I just enjoy being surrounded by booksI sit in my library and look around There’s no purpose to the looking Other than the pleasure the looking brings by itself Shelves filled with books Objet d’art perched... - ['Gold Mining' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/07/28/gold-mining-and-other-poems/): By: Simon Heathcote Others Can’t flowers be silent & birds sing?A late breeze kisses a single bladesetting off a Mexican wave of Irish green — a tsunami for little things to learn panic.I don’t see so well but I listen.There’s no escaping... - [Grzegorz Wróblewski: ASEMIC WRITING](https://literaryyard.com/2024/07/28/grzegorz-wroblewski-asemic-writing/): By: Grzegorz Wróblewski  ### Grzegorz Wróblewski was born in 1962 in Gdańsk and grew up in Warsaw. Since 1985 he has been living in Copenhagen. English translations of his work are available in Our Flying Objects (trans. Joel Leonard Katz, Rod Mengham, Malcolm... - ['Building Bridges' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/07/28/building-bridges-and-other-poems/): By: Arvilla Fee Building Bridges hand me a plank;I’ll hand you a saw;together we will builda bridge across this chasm;we’ll all be brothers and sisters,sweating together beneath a sunhung in the universe for all mankind,drinking water from our father’s wells;we... - ['Dirty Window' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/07/28/dirty-window-and-other-poems/): By: Margaret Marcum Fifteen and afraid. I made my family go away.And I record the days carefully in mycomposition book, as if knowing givesme control over disappearing, as if I’m ascientist of my body observing the durationof its disappearance from... - [Under Sail](https://literaryyard.com/2024/07/25/under-sail/): By: Mike Turner I stand upon rough, worn wood deckSalty tang of sea spray upon my lipsEying starched white canvas arching aloft against azure skiesEyes burning and watering from the reflectionFeeling rise and fall of straining hull against rolling wavesCool... - [DC Metro Chatter](https://literaryyard.com/2024/07/25/dc-metro-chatter/): By Taylor Dibbert Someone speaking loudlyOn the metroTrying to sound importantBeing obnoxious,It’s all so gross. ### Taylor Dibbert is a writer, journalist, and poet in Washington, DC. “Rescue Dog,” his fourth full-length poetry collection, was published in May. - ['Echoes on the River Bank' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/07/22/echoes-on-the-river-bank-and-other-poems/): By: Nattie O’Sheggzy  ECHOES ON THE RIVER BANK The moon carries a lonely shadowof the fully fledged tree behind the gazebosentinel of the ebbing clouds in its bosombut all its head is gonethe distance between sight and flightthat distance is... - [$9 Billion Dollar Virgin](https://literaryyard.com/2024/07/22/9-billion-dollar-virgin/): By: Tom Ball      I, Mike, said to Tina, “Many men have tried to win your love, yet you remain a virgin.” She said, “I’ve decided to sell my virginity to the highest bidder. I am the most famous virgin... - [Review: A Stranger in My Own Country, The 1944 Prison Diary by Hans Fallada](https://literaryyard.com/2024/07/20/review-a-stranger-in-my-own-country-the-1944-prison-diary-by-hans-fallada/): By Thomas Sanfilip There is no question the diary can be adapted into other literary forms of narrative—it has been done countless times over the centuries and lent its form particularly to fiction, yet the cheap, first-person narratives that litter... - [A Bump in the Road](https://literaryyard.com/2024/07/20/a-bump-in-the-road/): By: Anthony Paolucci It finally happened. Or did it? Theo couldn’t be sure. Not yet at least. He needed more time to mull it over. Maybe a few days. Or a few months.             He was there when it happened.... - [The Most Wonderful Time of the Year](https://literaryyard.com/2024/07/20/the-most-wonderful-time-of-the-year/): By Anthony Paolucci WHY HELL HADN’T OPENED up and swallowed this shithole by now is something Mary would never quite understand. Rudy’s Bar & Grille, known affectionately to its regulars as Satan’s Armpit. Or, “The Pit” for short. The last... - [The Delusions of ‘Modern’ People](https://literaryyard.com/2024/07/20/the-delusions-of-modern-people/): By: Nolo Segundo        Modern societies in general and especially it seems those in the West suffer under the widespread delusion that people today are ‘better’ than their ancestors who lived long ago—not just better off in a material sense... - [Mao’s revered doctor](https://literaryyard.com/2024/07/20/maos-revered-doctor/): By James Aitchison Few Westerners are revered in China.  But one Canadian doctor remains a national hero to this day, honoured in school history books and by statues throughout the country. How his name, Bethune, was translated into Chinese indicates... - [All in a knight’s work: the Order of the Garter](https://literaryyard.com/2024/07/19/all-in-a-knights-work-the-order-of-the-garter/): By James Aitchison For most of us, the British honours system is as baffling as it is somewhat incongruous.  In today’s world, many of its heraldic institutions seem relics of past glory.  Arguably, the most curious of these is an... - [The shuttered mind](https://literaryyard.com/2024/07/19/the-shuttered-mind/): By: James Aitchison Why do we abandon thetrue essence of ourselves,and accept minds shutteredand shadowed?Why do we avoid the joyfulsoul and crave a life of limitations?Fresh and eternal transitionawaits before death.Take refuge in the quiet voicethat speaks within every soul.Plant... - [The Environmental Impact of Black Alkaline Water: Is It a Sustainable Choice?](https://literaryyard.com/2024/07/18/the-environmental-impact-of-black-alkaline-water-is-it-a-sustainable-choice/): The popularity of alkaline water has surged in recent times. It is hailed for its amazing health benefits and unique properties. As consumers become more environmentally conscious, there is a massive interest in understanding the environmental impact of this trendy... - ['Black Madonna' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/10/04/black-madonna-and-other-poems/): By: Kindaka Jamal Sanders To Grieve and to Love To grieveAnd to love.To believeand to fail.As we grieve for the world,Who grievesfor the children in us?As we believe in the world.Who will believe in the realness in us?To be deceived And still... - [Lucky Thirteen and the Death of the American Dream](https://literaryyard.com/2023/10/03/lucky-thirteen-and-the-death-of-the-american-dream/): By: Brian Michael Barbeito Cabbie  He drives through the highways and the inner roads. He is older now, and lived in Michigan. In fact, Michigan must have been his hey day, speaking colloquially, for he mentions it a lot. We... - [A Better Me](https://literaryyard.com/2023/10/03/a-better-me/): By Vanaja Malathy The enchanting Denver city in the US that I have come to stay in, has beautiful parks. In spring and summer, it’s a treat to walk in these parks. My daily routine included a morning walk in... - ['Orange maple leaves glow' and other fall haiku](https://literaryyard.com/2023/10/02/orange-maple-leaves-glow-and-other-fall-haiku/): By: Jim Bates Orange maple leaves glowFloat down beneath a blue skyLike flaming feathers.***Burgandy sumacFiery in day’s last lightWarming to the soul. *** Rolling Bluff CountryBurnished hills of siennaLifts a heart to joy. *** Brilliant fall shorelineReflected in a calm... - [Songs of Love and Mourning](https://literaryyard.com/2023/10/02/songs-of-love-and-mourning/): By: Brian Michael Barbeito  Songs of Love and Mourning, 4:07 on the Clock, Kaleidoscope Travel Observations  Princess America and the Desert Wind The bus goes through the desert beige and I fall quickly and quietly in love with the world... - [Fall Awakening](https://literaryyard.com/2023/10/02/fall-awakening/): By: Bruce Levine The lethargy of summer lessensAs fall breezes begin to arriveSubtle changesMarking off days on the calendarYet roses bloom and trees stay greenA lovely timeFilled with expectationFall festivals highlighting the seasonTransitions of time and placeSymphonies of light and... - ['At Blake's Funeral' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/09/26/at-blakes-funeral-and-other-poems/): By: John Grey AT BLAKE’S FUNERAL We were wrongto think that we werefull of meaningand that the problem wasthat we just couldn’texpress ourselves. No, we were zombiesmarching in stepwith a casket, doingour best to hold ontowhat was already lost to... - ['Rediscovering Lost Worlds' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/09/26/rediscovering-lost-worlds-and-other-poems/): By: Ray Whitaker REDISCOVERING LOST WORLDS A waterfall plunges hundreds of feetdown into a chasmonly flown into by hummingbirdsthey dip into the edges of the cascading waterand slipping thru the rainbows of red, blue, yellow and purpledown there. Green vegetation... - [The Day of Curried Fish](https://literaryyard.com/2023/09/25/the-day-of-curried-fish/): By: KJ Hannah Greenberg Zindzi peeled, washed, and then diced four onions. She added them to a pan. Thereafter, she washed and diced three tomatoes and added those vegetables, too. As they stewed, she checked, washed, and diced generous handfuls... - ['Ignis Fatuus' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/09/22/ignis-fatuus-and-other-poems/): By: Brenton Booth Ignis Fatuus What a special periodit was. Living in aminiscule apartmentin the red-light district.Without family. Withoutfriends. Withoutfemales. Without sex.Just books, books–books! And the beliefI would be as greatas the authors of thoseincredible works.Magical years standingmiles ahead of... - [Chasing Shadow Lines: Shadow Lines by Amitav Ghosh](https://literaryyard.com/2023/09/17/chasing-shadow-lines-shadow-lines-by-amitav-ghosh/): By: Ramlal Agarwal The Shadow Lines by Amitav Ghosh takes its readers back and forth from Dhaka to Calcutta to London, from the past to the present, with a gathering of characters from three countries and three generations who connect... - ['Mask' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/09/17/mask-and-other-poems/): By: Aurora Skye Mask Your broken childhood was litteredby the shadows of monsters, unleashedto a chorus of screams. There liesyour father, below him your shattereddreams, that have slipped throughyour fingers like sand. The monstersemerge through the mist, taunting,the worst one... - [The Pack](https://literaryyard.com/2023/09/16/the-pack/): By Daniel Pratt Part One Alpha’s nose quivered as the acrid scent of disease in his prey rushed to greet him.  He hesitated a moment before signaling to the rest of the pack that the old doe was to be... - ['Eyes of Deception' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/09/16/eyes-of-deception-and-other-poems/): By: Alshaad Kara  “Destiny” I am living those nightsWithout your smileAnd your happiness. If only you wereBy my side,I could lean on yourShoulders. But here I am,Promising toFulfilYour wishOf seeing meSuccessful. Despite theNightly gaze,I am submergedIn living in the pastWith... - [Wright County](https://literaryyard.com/2023/09/16/wright-county/): By: Jim Bates The last week in JanuaryRolling rural farmlandNighttime deep and stillStars floating in a cosmic hazeHe stands in wonderThe old farmhouse a dream come trueEscape from the cityTo thisTo the countryTo the deep stillness and peace and quietCornfields... - [In Search Of Happiness](https://literaryyard.com/2023/09/14/in-search-of-happiness/): By: Rimli Bhattacharya The lyrics wouldn’t leave my head. The case was similar with my daughter as well. Upon returning home we tuned in to the famous YouTube our savior and resigned to our fates. We finally could call it... - [The Competition](https://literaryyard.com/2023/09/14/the-competition/): By: Georgios Karagiannis Steve and his brother Bill walked down the narrow dirt road, towards the river. It was still dark outside and cold, but they didn’t mind. They snuck out right before dawn, while dad was snoring on the... - ['Instant Crush' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/09/14/instant-crush-and-other-poems/): By: Don Kingfisher Campbell Instant Crush stepin your shoeson a sidewalkant take your sandalin your hand and smasha spider perchedon a tiled shower wall walk intoa car crusherand sitdown fly a helicopteror plane atfull speed into a hillsideor tall building... - ['Without the Red' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/09/13/without-the-red-and-other-poems/): By: Dr. Ernest Williamson III Without the RedFor Lady Canada Before she laid with me under the sun,we dreamt awake our dine. Rapt.Together. Penning to die Lady Septemberin Red October. Guess how we eloped without you?two toasts froth with endlessness.... - ['Suburban Neighborhood Pastoral' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/09/13/suburban-neighborhood-pastoral-and-other-poems/): By: Michelle Reale  Suburban Neighborhood Pastoral The gray squirrel under the bald tire. The faded beach towels over the front porch railing. Little girls with dirty hair and flip flops. The buzz and drone of a lawnmower. The small plastic... - [Much to build, much to restore: T.S. Eliot's challenge to our culture](https://literaryyard.com/2023/09/13/much-to-build-much-to-restore-t-s-eliots-challenge-to-our-culture/): By: Ben Cribbin At first reading, T.S Eliot’s Choruses from ‘The Rock’ seem like something of a literary joke. Their form is odd: The Rock was a verse play written to raise money for new churches in London. Eliot supplied... - [Enactus Ramjas: Empowering Communities Through Education and Development](https://literaryyard.com/2023/09/13/enactus-ramjas-empowering-communities-through-education-and-development/): Enactus Ramjas, a society at Delhi University founded in 2011, is known for its dedication to addressing societal and environmental challenges through entrepreneurial action. Their projects focus on gender parity, financial literacy, clean water, and empowering youth, addressing issues like... - [A Different Kind of Bond](https://literaryyard.com/2023/09/12/a-different-kind-of-bond/): By: Priyanshi Agarwal On the face it brought a bright beamThinking about them in a daydreamTaking out time even when you are busyTalking to them sometimes made you sillyStomach had butterfliesEyes shined like fireflies It was not a crushThough it... - ['Sideways Movements' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/09/11/sideways-movements-and-other-poems/): By: KJ Hannah Greenberg Sideways Movements To shy, to surreptitiously slide from moment to momentCould bring about vermiculated communications, elseConflict among rimose relations, also rime, snow, mostForms of chilled existence. Humoral problems typically originate when loved ones’Vagarities leak. Such capriciousness... - ['Imagine' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/09/10/imagine-and-other-poems/): By: Joan McNerney Imagine Imagine to be a birdslicing air with wings. Up up over that horizonsoaring through cloudsaway from solemn earth. Shining, shimmeringfar above this sphereinto clear blue light. Cutting through skygliding over oceanseyes open all seeing. Awake all... - ['J C Penny' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/09/10/j-c-penny-and-other-poems/): By: Wayne F. Burke J C Penny “Keep your hands to yourselves,” Grandmacrabs aswe walk down the carpeted aisle.“Do not touch anything!” My brother has to touch somethingand is slappedand bawlsand is told to sitwhile Grandma picks out clothesfor us... - ['Where Icarus Went' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/09/08/where-icarus-went-and-other-poems/): By: S. Philips Where Icarus Went Weary winter light Come the rye Think I'll leave this bed Can’t trust it anymore After last night When I was Flat on my back bare face to the ceiling Gravity and cool white... - ['I’m in Love with Walt Whitman' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/09/07/im-in-love-with-walt-whitman-and-other-poems/): By: Ellison Henderson I’m in Love with Walt Whitman What an idea! That one can be a ruler of life.It’s possible to exist and dance and bein a field of nothing but grass and windI want—I will be the one... - [A Midsummer Dream](https://literaryyard.com/2023/09/07/a-midsummer-dream/): By: Pramod Rastogi Walking up a mountainous pathI saw you bathingUnder a cascade not too highIn its languid flow.Draped in white linenYou stood, eyes closed,Arms held above the foreheadAs if in a still-dancing pose.Hypnotized, I stood there,Witness to this heavenly... - ['Autumn leaves falling' and fall haiku](https://literaryyard.com/2023/09/07/autumn-leaves-falling-and-fall-haiku/): By: Jim Bates Autumn leaves fallingSo many golden daydreamsYearning to come true. ¬¬ Autumn afternoonAroma of burning leavesMemories so dear.¬¬ Big bright yellow moonFloating like a lemon dropSweetly in the sky. - [The Gap Year](https://literaryyard.com/2023/09/07/the-gap-year/): By: Karlie Taylor On the night before I graduated from college, I could not sleep because I was thinking about Jesus, not in the deep, philosophical kind of way, but the human kind of way. See, I’ve got this picture... - [Crochet Essay](https://literaryyard.com/2023/09/07/crochet-essay/): By: Heidi Wong It was summer last year when I noticed crocheted clothing was trendy among my generation. I was mesmerized by the sight of colorful, soft yarn and the way that it was meticulously stitched together to create a... - [Navigating a Bicultural Identity: Embracing the Best of Both Worlds](https://literaryyard.com/2023/09/07/navigating-a-bicultural-identity-embracing-the-best-of-both-worlds/): By: Christine Yi As someone from a multicultural background, it can be difficult to fully embrace and live in both cultures daily. I know I’m not alone in this struggle, as many people with multicultural backgrounds encounter similar challenges when... - ['Love Trail' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/09/04/love-trail/): By: Dennis Williams           Love Trail As the sun peeps beyond the haze, two lovers set foot for the deep cool woodland, just us, just two lovers, wet from the early morn dew, steadfast in a journey to wherever the... - [Cemetery Police](https://literaryyard.com/2023/09/04/cemetery-police/): By: Carl Papa Palmer Ceremonial cults of self-martyred widowscommemorating grief with daily pilgrimagegladly bearing the burden of grave site visitsas purported auditors assessing each and allburial plots for familial survivor upkeep. Every headstone birthday and death datecelebrated, observed and bear... - ['Envisaging Vacation' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/09/04/envisaging-vacation-and-other-poems/): By: KJ Hannah Greenberg Envisaging Vacation Book closed, newspaper folded, partners nod, envisaging vacation.No fancy doormen, elegant eateries, else extensive tours grow intoElements of their dream. Rather, slumber parties, time for hot breakfasts, electronic devices notConsulted more than six times/day,... - ['I Will Daily Love You' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/09/03/i-will-daily-love-you-and-other-poems/): By Linda Woody Griffin I Will Daily Love You Though years have passed – I still think of you,Emotions run deep and tears fall too.Your leaving took my breath away,My only wish was for you to stay. I know in... - ['A Game of Seasons' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/09/01/a-game-of-seasons-and-other-poems/): By: Ann Christine Tabaka A Game of Seasons The snow fell. Icey winds blew. You wanted summer.I could not give it to you. You walked away holding knife & fork, searching for a feast. Mouths openedon request. Food shoveled out... - [The path to wisdom](https://literaryyard.com/2023/09/01/the-path-to-wisdom/): By: James Aitchison See life,not with earthly eyes,but through the eternal eyes ofa soul seeking its source.See lifethat provides nothing more rewarding thanknowledge of the self.Seek only the truthof being and living and dying.The soul needs timeto fulfil itself.It will... - [The Residential Aliens](https://literaryyard.com/2023/09/01/the-residential-aliens/): By: Tom Ball People told me I was an alien and not from Earth. Until recently humans didn’t use most of their brain. But, us aliens, helped humans to utilize their whole brain and made even ordinary people into geniuses.... - [Burnt Sienna](https://literaryyard.com/2023/09/01/burnt-sienna/): By: Jim Bates Fall was her favorite seasonShe walked woodland trailsCollecting leaves and weeds and grassesSmiling and happy. Sometimes she’d take him alongHolding his tiny handHe’d follow her leadThey carefully gathered leavesMarveling at their beautyRed and orange and burnt siennaSpecial... - [The Debt](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/31/the-debt/): By: Sujon Ganguly Chapter 1 Sunday afternoons were a sanctuary of tranquillity for Anjan. As the sun cast a warm glow through the curtains, he relished the simple pleasure of taking a shower, a brief respite from the demands of... - [What’s in a name?](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/30/whats-in-a-name/): By: Khemendra Kumar The eclipse lasted for an hour before rainstorms, thunder, and lightning struck in unison as never seen before. Many villagers thought that someone had infuriated Indra, the God of Weather. In anger, it seemed he had unleashed... - [Cradle to the grave](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/29/cradle-to-the-grave/): By John Paul Lama             It all began with a careless act.             Francis Reynaldo Santones and Sonya Clarisse Amata were a young couple in the Philippines with a problem. He got her pregnant, and they were clearly unprepared for... - ['Housefly' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/29/housefly-and-other-poems/): By: D A Angelo Housefly A man accidentally swallowed a fly and didn’t turn into one. A fruit machine of quantum mechanics pulled its arm like a Douglas Adams plot device and the man shifted into a ham sandwich, a... - [The Pinball Machine of My Mind](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/29/the-pinball-machine-of-my-mind/): By: Bruce Levine I never thought I was very smart. When it came to gray matter, I always felt that I was rather deficient. In addition to that sense of deficiency I believed that there’s the ratio of diminishing returns.... - [A Life Lesson](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/29/a-life-lesson/): By: Bruce Levine Life often takesTwists and turnsProfusion of desiresOr goals yet definedPassions arousedBy inflated egosPretentious praiseUnwanted and under-fedSuccesses dismantledLike simple equationsThe highways forgottenRoads erased from mapsA simple rejoinderWhen life seems dismemberedA salve to the soulOr simply a laughThe times... - ['Virtue Signaling' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/29/virtue-signaling-and-other-poems/): By: KJ Hannah Greenberg Virtue Signaling Publicly expressing opinions to demonstrate sagacious character is awfully fraudulent,A mockery of essential issues. One’s moral “correctness,” on matters seldom merits reader tillage, the likes of whichAre useless against woke mobs. Riffs rarely compensate... - ['The Call' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/28/the-call-and-other-poems/): By: J. B. Fite  The Call Who calls to me in the morningAnd bids me then rise and followJust as the new day is dawning?Sloth-I would answer “Tomorrow”And sleep through the hours passingWith a hundred dreams all hollow. I do... - [Leaving Chase](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/27/leaving-chase/): By Marieke Steiner It’s dark out with just a fingernail of moon and no real streetlights on over the backcountry roads the night I decide to put Chase, my ex-girlfriend’s dog, out to pasture. As soon as I get her... - ['It is Summer' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/27/it-is-summer-and-other-poems/): By: Puneet Kumar  It is Summer It is summerThe sun is roughI am on the streetFull of sweat I am thirstyI need waterI can’t find it hereI can’t bear it any longer I see an ice-cream parlorIt is not far... - [Immersed in Wildlife](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/27/immersed-in-wildlife/): By: Karen O’Leary I rest in tranquility,Meshed in peace.My heart embracesExternal paradise.Robins and bluebirds’Songs serenade me,Each slow step,Dancing with grace. Images, unspoiledNestle in harmony, Within my heart,Its refreshmentLonging to keepDancing instead…Life keeps meIntrenched inForever demands,Ever noisy cubes. - ['Summertime Garden' and other summer haiku](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/26/summertime-garden-and-other-summer-haiku/): By: Jim Bates Summertime gardenFlowers so bright and cheerfulRefreshing the soul. Early morning dewDelightful Dancing DropletsSparkling in the sun. Dragonflies dartingThrough lush gardens reflectingSunset’s fading light. Deep blue turquoise skyBig white puffy clouds floatingSoothingly serene. Garden in full bloomBright scented... - [A Final Message](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/25/a-final-message/): By: Don Tassone I have a story I’ve never told anyone.  I thought I’d take it to my grave, but dying changes the way you think.      In the time I have left, I’m going to write it down.  Maybe... - ['Incarceration' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/24/incarceration-and-other-poems/): By: Srinaath Perangur Incarceration I have known who they aresince I was littleI’ve seen himlike this. Reading theEconomist. Hidden in his bag:littlebottles of vodka. Willfulit is a different kind of forgetting altogether.I search for himThree quarters of a blueberry muffin... - [Don’t Cancel The Great Gatsby](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/23/dont-cancel-the-great-gatsby/): By: Jodi Nathanson I have read and re-read The Great Gatsby so many times that I can recite its lyrical and descriptive passages from memory. My first encounter with this classic of the Jazz Age was in high school in... - [What the dickens, Miss Havisham!](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/22/what-the-dickens-miss-havisham/): By: James Aitchison One of literature’s great mysteries concerns Miss Havisham in Great Expectations.  Did the real Miss Havisham live in Sydney, Australia?  And if so, how the dickens did Charles Dickens hear about her? Well, the first myth we... - [A Mark On My Face: Bindi](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/21/a-mark-on-my-face-bindi/): By Vanaja Malathy An AI-generated image of a woman with a Bindi on her forehead “There’s a mark on your face.”  I was on my walk in a beautiful park in Denver, when a four-year-old little girl’s attention drew close... - [Norwalk](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/21/norwalk/): By: Rachel Chitofu Because in the past, you fell in love with the wrong woman,when I show you the scar of my heart’s sparked love for you,you mistake its burning intensity for infidelity or insult.Its redness resembles a moon’s incongruous... - [the tarot reader blues](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/21/the-tarot-reader-blues/): By: Brian Michael Barbeito it was a long day. sometimes the rains arrived out of nowhere and other times the impossibly hot sun that also blinded us. I was sitting beside the tarot reader at a fair. heck, i thought,... - ['Debby' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/21/debby-and-other-poems/): By: Michael Craig Debby No diamond in the rough.This woman so exquisitely cut.Set within her, a heart of gold.One that tarnish shall never dull.A beauty so very desired,even artists are inspired.So stunning, an impact,never before seen or heard.When painted on... - ['Eggs' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/20/eggs-and-other-poems/): By: Jacob Keating Eggs Under soft sun you make eggs in the morning.It’s distressing me how little you look at the pan.Wrapped up in amber, and tangents about something or other. Perched on the kitchen counter, spatula as a microphone,You... - [The engraved door](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/20/the-engraved-door/): By: Leena Adhvaryu A doorisaboundary.Itcanbeclosed;itshuts off.Butitcanbeanentrancetoo,athresholdtocross,a pathtobegin,towalk togetheroralone. - [As Summer Begins](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/19/as-summer-begins/): By: Bruce Levine Seasonal rotationSpring through winterThe calendar cyclesBirth to deathTime chasesThrough the universeAs planets trace circlesAround the sunRevolutions and evolutionsCascading raindropsShowering the earthGiving birth to the cycleSetting forth the regenerationAs it progresses to fulfillmentCulminating at the harvestWith time for... - ['Across Time' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/19/across-time-and-other-poems/): By John RC Potter Across Time Across the reflections of time, I see you.I bite my lip, murmur your name, and remember.The memories come back so rapidly,but I do not call your name, no.Instead, I brush the hair from my... - ['Icarus' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/19/icarus-and-other-poems/): By: Jessica Goebel Icarus You were trapped in darkness,And I tried to bring the sun to you.But I became the sun to you,And you to me. Yet I didn’t see.I wish I could forget the things you said to me,Exquisite... - ['Rhetorical' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/19/rhetorical-and-other-poems/): By: Will Hemmer Rhetorical We all know (don’t we?) that a flybuzzing against a windowpanecould be a metaphor (couldn’t it?). At the dull whirr and bumpwe acknowledge the futility,admire, perhaps, the frantic persistence? Restraining our urge to swat itwhile we... - [In the Time of Wild-Eyed Prophets and Grocery Carts](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/19/in-the-time-of-wild-eyed-prophets-and-grocery-carts/): By: Brian Michael Barbeito Do you know when it is the middle of dusk and you are in the centre of a liminal time? People don’t talk about the middle of dusk, or not so much, eh. I was on... - ['A Proper Duke of Devonshire' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/19/a-proper-duke-of-devonshire-and-other-poems/): By: KJ Hannah Greenberg A Proper Duke of Devonshire He bit the apple, a proper Duke of Devonshire.The fruit’s tang, almost piquant, certainly sour,Swirled; he crunched rhythmically to big ideasHe knew tree gifts ought not to be consideredLagniappes. Regarding to... - ['Cause' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/18/cause-and-other-poems/): By: Ken Poyner CAUSE The voice comes from somewhere in the domesticated swamp behind Quibble’s house. Deep and worried with the wind, it stumbles onto the back porch and can be felt low in the bones of anyone posted there.... - [Fascination](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/18/fascination/): By Karen Lee Stradford It’s just an ordinary dayof chores.I can’t say that I’m boredbut would like to dosomething exciting. The supermarket is my first stop,crowded aisles,so I push through self-checkout.Solicitors wait for me as I exit. With less than... - ['Large Lawns' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/17/large-lawns-and-other-poems/): By: Daril Bentley Large Lawns The good chur-chgoerswill, Idling tomorrowand cur-sing the national Newsand Saturdaymowers That haltingly go,stillin plush pews Wor-ship what theymow. Refiners of Games Our jacks and pick-up-sticks become the tanglesof the politically invested—our toss-rings and marblesthe rollings-round... - ['Surf the Apocalypse' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/17/surf-the-apocalypse-and-other-poems/): By: William T. Hathaway Surf the Apocalypse We stand on doomsday’s beachwatching waves rise and crash,breathing the brisk and final breeze.Shiva holds in one of his four armsa surfboard carved from a bodhi tree,His partner Durga and their son Ganeshstand... - [Warriors Like Sheep Thistles](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/17/warriors-like-sheep-thistles/): By: Daniel de Culla SHE WARRIOR This lady has ridden the busThat, for the pints that she wearsShe looks like a warrior.We have heard her sayWhen she has seizedTo the bus bar:-It’s freezing.She has made me rememberTo that warrior woman(I... - [Castaneda Note](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/17/castaneda-note/): By: Brian Michael Barbeito  Castaneda is an interesting figure. I read his books, right up to what I believe was the last one, The Art of Dreaming. I also read the book about him and his work called Carlos Castaneda,... - [After a dinner](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/16/after-a-dinner/): By: Ruth Z. Deming After a dinner of thawed pepperoni pizza, fingerlickin baby carrots and a carton of strawberry milk, he began his pleas. Mom! Dad! Please. Please, lemme ride my scooter round the bend and I never, I promise... - [The Crew of the Jolly Roger](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/15/the-crew-of-the-jolly-roger/): By: Todd Mercer Four nights we dug a tunnel from the basement of the Jolly Roger pub to a spot directly below the vault of a bank. If you read the news much, you know which bank. We dug it... - [Birdwatching](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/15/birdwatching/): By: Jim Bates Meadowlark on a telephone wireYellow breast feathers shining brightlyBackyard summertime sunPausing from a game of catch listeningThe trilling song of wonder filling the airThe boy smiledHe tossed his younger brother the baseball and set his mitt down“What’s... - [Sahana Ahmed's journey of self-discovery and growth](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/14/sahana-ahmeds-journey-of-self-discovery-and-growth/): Imagine a moment when your own child turns to you and says, “Mom, you don’t do anything.” This was exactly what Sahana faced in 2016 when her daughter expressed these words. Determined to set a positive example, Sahana embarked on... - ['Black Cadillac' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/14/black-cadillac-and-other-poems/): By Karen Lee Stradford Black Cadillac Daddy’s gone.The scent of his colognestill lingersas I enter,4-door Deville sitsin the cold garagewaiting to ride again.Tank full of gas,dusty hoodreadyto see the road. Glove compartmentpacked withCDs and tissues,masks in the console.Las Vegas hat... - ['Living Anguish' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/14/living-anguish-and-other-poems/): By: Michael Craig Living Anguish A Loss so unfair worse the life left in total despair Silently in the night or on the busiest of days Unrelenting this fatal pain a true love sustains An emptiness no one can fill,... - ['Refuge' a poem by James Aitchison](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/14/refuge-a-poem-by-james-aitchison/): By: James Aitchison Take refuge in the eternal.It is not complex.Ignore the world around you;it is not your time and place,it is impermanent.I am the eternal voicethat speaks to all men,in every one of their stages.You have been given a... - [Review: 'Death is a Great Disguiser’ …a Santa Cruz Murder Mystery by Linda S. Gunther](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/12/review-death-is-a-great-disguiser-a-santa-cruz-murder-mystery-by-linda-s-gunther/): By Onkar Sharma Linda S. Gunther’s investigative novel, Death is a Great Disguiser, intricately weaves a tapestry of suspense and mystery that keeps readers hooked from the first page to the last. Set against the backdrop of the COVID-19 pandemic,... - [The Crimson Killer](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/12/the-crimson-killer/): By: David William Jurgenson I exhale a ball of inky white cigarette smoke and narrow my eyes. “We know it’s you Hooper. We know you’re the Crimson Killer. CSI ran an analysis on the killer’s hair we found on the... - [A Tiny Red Skirt](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/11/a-tiny-red-skirt/): By Patty Somlo             By the time I got a job at The Boathouse, I had been a waitress for years, first while a sophomore at American University, in Washington, D.C. During my one semester at the on-campus bar, The... - ['Blood Suckers' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/11/blood-suckers-and-other-poems/): By: Mary Bone Blood Suckers I carried them through deep brushand high grass.My paws try to scratch them out of my fur.Ticks and fleas drain my energy.A flea collar was attached to my neck.This was my only relief froman onslaught... - [Preparation](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/11/preparation/): By: Mayumi Yamamoto I call her more often than before – before she’s gone. Louder. Sometimes, I even shout out her name when I stay alone at home. If someone sees me doing so, I would be mistaken as an... - [Abdul Mannan’s Laws, Unlaws, Above-Laws, Outlaws and In-Laws: An Insightful Observation](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/09/abdul-mannans-laws-unlaws-above-laws-outlaws-and-in-laws-an-insightful-observation/): By: Mohammad Jashim Uddin A parliamentarian is an expert in interpreting and applying the “Rules of Order” for meetings of deliberative assemblies. These rules, such as Robert’s Rules of Order Newly Revised, enable groups to efficiently and fairly discuss and determine... - ['The Junction of Wisdom and Words' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/08/the-junction-of-wisdom-and-words-and-other-poems/): By: KJ Hannah Greenberg The Junction of Wisdom and Words Given crucial, cultural states of affairs, moppets acquire inadequate guidance onProviding vocabulary suitable to denote their desires for dolls, trucks, lollies, etc.Big people oft ignore all utilitarian similitude, including kids’... - [Lilacs](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/08/lilacs-stephen-faulkner/): By: Stephen Faulkner                A man and a woman sit on opposite ends of a park bench from one another. Both are solitarily heedless of all that goes on around them, even of each other. Each is lost in his... - [Hot outside as a panting dog with tongue](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/08/hot-outside-as-a-panting-dog-with-tongue/): By: Ruth Deming Hot outside as a panting dog with tongue Hanging out I pour myself 2 glasses of pure water And set out down the street. The neighbors on this fancy street called Cowbell have no idea I almost... - ['Gone Missing' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/08/gone-missing-and-other-poems/): By: Carl Papa Palmer Gone Missing As the new day awaits its morning sun,the blank page for my poem also waits. In stillness I listen for an inner voice,only to hear a deep silence in my ears. Ends end from... - [Property?](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/07/property/): By: Karen O’Leary 3 trips to the ERafter mandatoryvisits with dad.Each ER visitdocuments bruises~~a pawn of divorce.Mom can’t find help.Despite the reports,Social Services ignoresconcerns as “overblown.”“Boys get bruises,”unwilling to protectthis child. He leaves,looking numb. Two weeks later,an ambulance requestsa pediatric... - [Break your shackles, oh woman](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/07/break-your-shackles-oh-woman/): By: Vanaja Malathy Break Your Shackles, Oh Woman! How queer, oh woman, is your conduct! when you have everything in plenty you crave for more and more when you have a person to love you madly you are dizzy about... - [Exploring Depth and Duality in Bhawna Vij Arora’s 'Dreams in My Lap'](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/05/exploring-depth-and-duality-in-bhawna-vij-aroras-dreams-in-my-lap/): By Onkar Sharma Poetry holds varying interpretations for diverse individuals and within different contexts. Nevertheless, a fundamental aspect that distinguished poetry should never overlook is its dual responsibility of both captivating the reader and stimulating contemplation. Bhawna Vij Arora’s poetry... - [Laws of the Serpents](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/05/laws-of-the-serpents/): By: Tom Ball NARRATIVE BEGUN BY Vanderix, an aristocratic scribe. We were all watching the snake fights that evening… as we did every night First up was an old man who had dared to complain.  He was fighting a snake... - ['Late Afternoon' and other summer poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/05/late-afternoon-and-other-summer-poems/): By: Bruce Levine Late Afternoon The late afternoonChanges the mood of the dayA cooling breezeErases the oppressive heat of the morningA crystal blue skyWithout a single cloudA tiny plane slips suddenlyOnto the horizonWhere it’s going – unknownI watch my dogAs... - [When Past Walks By Your Side](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/05/when-past-walks-by-your-side/): Port Sunlight City The cute little town near Wirral of Northwest England incredibly picturesque heritage and the aesthetic wraps around the character of the village i stroll in a trance its winding country lanes Tudor-style cottages that stand in stately... - [the turquoise telegraph, or of watching the water whimsical](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/04/the-turquoise-telegraph-or-of-watching-the-water-whimsical/): By: Brian Michael Barbeito the island was immediately friendly and light, the inhabitants welcoming and joyful. an open aired bus traversed the market framed roads for a while and made for its destination the white sand coastline that married constantly... - ['Moon Watch' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/08/02/moon-watch-and-other-poems/): By: J.K. Durick Moon Watch An afternoon moon isworth the waitsitting out therein an Adirondack chair.The novel I’m readingis halfway through Kansas.Its hero troubled by the terrainbut I’m really out therein my chairwanting to watch the sky.The moon in the... - [When American pop music lived in New York](https://literaryyard.com/2025/02/03/when-american-pop-music-lived-in-new-york/): By James Aitchison Think of American pop music and Nashville springs to mind.  Or that iconic circular Capitol Records building in Los Angeles.  Originally, though, New York was the undisputed home of American music.  Before records, phonographs and radio, the... - [Gabi’s World](https://literaryyard.com/2025/02/03/gabis-world/): By: Bruce Levine Gabi was snoring. It was one of her three favorite things. Not snoring specifically but sleeping. Snoring, it seemed, at least for Gabi, was a side-effect of sleeping. Actually, it might also be a fringe benefit, but... - [A Valentine](https://literaryyard.com/2025/02/03/a-valentine/): By: J. L. Lewis You cannot love in vainfor love itself is its own rewardand loses not its worthat the moment of partingor in the cold embrace of rejection.Love marks not the passage of timebut awaits the final hourand endures... - ['Ephemeral Blessings' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/01/29/ephemeral-blessings-and-other-poems/): By: Karlo Sevilla Ephemeral Blessings Dusk, and on the sand we stand quite far apart.Beyond, the sea unfurls towards us, wave after wave. I’m a hundred steps behind youas you likewise face the drowning sun.You, ankle-deep in saline water, wind-blown... - [The Little Red Popcorn Maker](https://literaryyard.com/2025/01/29/the-little-red-popcorn-maker/): By: Erik Priedkalns             James brought home the Little Red Popcorn Maker years ago. It looks like one of those carnival fortune teller booths. It has big, round, wood spoke wheels, and golden tow arms. I could see why he... - ['Written While Vivaldi Reminds Me I'm Tone Deaf' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/01/27/written-while-vivaldi-reminds-me-im-tone-deaf-and-other-poems/): By: Richard LeDue Written While Vivaldi Reminds Me I’m Tone Deaf Most would rather complainthan realize a strengthdoesn’t make you strongand a weakness isn’twhat makes you weak,but what matters the mostis how you use themto create your own music. Rejoice... - ['Catechism' and other stories](https://literaryyard.com/2025/01/27/catechism-and-other-stories/): By David Sapp Catechism We were Catholic simply because Dad grew up Catholic and remained so because President Kennedy was Catholic. We rarely missed Sunday mass at Saint Vincent de Paul, the limestone Neo-Romanesque church surrounded by a black wrought-iron... - ['Parliament of Rooks' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/01/27/parliament-of-rooks-and-other-poems/): By: Benjamin Thorne Parliament of Rooks —for Oscar Wilde A brooding black tempest hovers, then descends.The meeting field swells with rooks, the air groanswith raucous caws that circle the guilty one.Gathered from all realms, the hang-man court,juried by birds of... - [Indo-English Novels before and after Rushdie](https://literaryyard.com/2025/01/26/indo-english-novels-before-and-after-rushdie/): By: Ramlal Agarwal In its early stages, Indian writing in English met disapproval and disbelief. It was argued that no alien language could express the Indian ethos. As such, Madhusudan Datta and Bankimchandra Chatterjee, the earliest practitioners of Indian writing... - [The Story of Hicky and Micky](https://literaryyard.com/2025/01/26/the-story-of-hicky-and-micky/): By: Rehanul Hoque (1) “Mom, look at that beautiful house with the stunning white dome over there!” Hicky cried out in excitement. “See how the arches and those tall, grand pillars hold up the huge roof with its sleek glass... - ['Ask me anything' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/01/25/ask-me-anything-and-other-poems/): By: Stephen Joffe ASK ME ANYTHING before it was intractable how swiftly did it move, & move me? i cage the sparrow softly in my hand – to what god rise the prayers of prey when their stomach swells with... - [Four Wildlife Haiku](https://literaryyard.com/2025/01/25/four-wildlife-haiku/): By: Jim Bates Hungry woodpeckerTap-taping around the treePrelude to a meal. Frosty morning dawnChipmunk burrows under leavesWarmth fleetingly felt. Geese flying honkingSwallows amass on taut wiresSense of change coming. Hot September dayDry grass crinkling underfootThirtsy squirrel pants. - [Bommai Golu](https://literaryyard.com/2025/01/25/bommai-golu/): By: Priya Anand The invite read – “Come visit my Bommai Golu on 3rd September between 530 and 730 pm”. It was created on CANVA and featured a picture of Vishnu reclining on the coils of a serpent, with Lakshmi... - ['A D-Decade' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/01/25/a-d-decade-and-other-poems/): By: Dibyangana A D-Decade It has been a quiet, unyielding decade,After the strangling goodbye I had no choice but to make.With each passing day, I find myself becoming someone new;But I realise, I’m just a winter without the dew… You... - [Book recommendations for the occasion of Republic Day](https://literaryyard.com/2025/01/23/book-recommendations-for-the-occasion-of-republic-day/): We have a few book recommendations for this Republic Day via a curated message from Crossword Bookstores. While this is not an exhaustive list and is not the only one we swear by, the list is something that has really... - [At the Airport](https://literaryyard.com/2025/01/23/at-the-airport/): By Taylor Dibbert He’s at the airportIn AshevilleWaiting onHis flightTo DCAnd anElderly womanSits next toHim and thenThe womanPulls outThis adorableChihuahuaAnd he quicklySays thatThat little oneLooks likeSuch aLove bugAnd thenThe woman smilesAnd then heDoes tooAnd thenHe startsThinking about London.  ### Taylor... - [Murder in a Small College Town](https://literaryyard.com/2025/01/22/murder-in-a-small-college-town/): By Sally Smithson Sandy hated Jane.  She hated her on sight.  Everyone in the liberal arts college where they both worked, Evergreen College, knew everybody else.  They met at a reception for the new faculty, and Sandy’s eyes glowed with... - [Five Cold Haiku](https://literaryyard.com/2025/01/22/five-cold-haiku/): By: Jim Bates Day cold sunshine brightOut and about people smileSun wins every time. Brutal northwest windEars freezing beneath wool capWinter’s deadly game. Icy rain fallingInside warm with hot chocolateHappily sipping. Mellow evening sunNovember sky soft and greyLike a kitten’s... - [Journey To Enlightenment](https://literaryyard.com/2025/01/21/journey-to-enlightenment/): By: LEGEND BARD on a path that’s zigzaggedwe chase wisdom, minimum and maximum.with each step, you grow a memorycloser to our truth we’ll be. but most not be enlightenuntil you do journey to itwhich most have many patiencein the seized... - [Red Clip-In Human Hair Extensions: What Makes Them So Special?](https://literaryyard.com/2025/01/20/red-clip-in-human-hair-extensions-what-makes-them-so-special/): The beauty sector thrives on constant innovation and personal expression, offering individuals fresh opportunities to redefine their appearance without permanent changes. One hair trend that has captured increasing attention is the embrace of brighter, more adventurous shades. In recent years,... - [Damson ](https://literaryyard.com/2025/01/20/damson/): By: Elaine Lennon Christmas is blood red. Up on the hallway ceiling I can’t help but see it without looking, even with all the hours of scrubbing and bleach and white paint to camouflage the residue. There are still traces... - [The Beginning of the Year](https://literaryyard.com/2025/01/20/the-beginning-of-the-year/): By: Bruce Levine The beginning of the year, at least for me, is a time for organizing. Not the reflection type of organizing, nor the New Year’s resolution type of organizing. And certainly not the bookkeeping that we all have... - ['A Vision'](https://literaryyard.com/2025/01/20/a-vision/): By: Bruce Levine Fantastical Isolated reality Steampunk societies Projecting a vision Graphic novel drawings And cardboard cutouts Dollhouse furniture Arranged horizontally Creating illusions Of futuristic fantasies In parallel dimensions Bridging gaps of Reality and fiction Time warps Sucked into black... - [Greenland: is it really up for grabs?](https://literaryyard.com/2025/01/20/greenland-is-it-really-up-for-grabs/): By James Aitchison President Donald Trump announced America’s intention to take over Greenland.  He quoted strategic necessity.  But what does Denmark, the colonial power which owns Greenland, think? And what do native Greenlanders, mostly Inuit people, think about this?  Would... - [Reward](https://literaryyard.com/2025/01/18/reward/): By: James Aitchison Death’s delicate silence,as soft as butterflieson clouds, rewards us all.We are all eternal.Who has time for fear?In the quiet mind,it does not exist.No man is bound to this earth.Shed the past and your soulwill dance to a... - [From the marsh](https://literaryyard.com/2025/01/18/from-the-marsh/): By: Paweł Markiewicz Hydranoblest daydreamarray of wingthe swamp remains enchantedwhen the homeplace is ablazeand I like the marshes veryI wish Apollo’s grace lingered so nicelydelectation Dionysusgallant dreameryparagon of neststhe bog abode becharmedwhen celestial habitat began sparklingand I cherish the bogs... - [Berlin: when life was a cabaret](https://literaryyard.com/2025/01/17/berlin-when-life-was-a-cabaret/): By James Aitchison Germany between the wars.  The Weimar Republic replaced the old monarchy.  In the golden 1920s, Berlin became a glittering world city, a melting pot of culture and counterculture, of science, philosophy, art, design, architecture, music, film and,... - ['What to Make of a Night?' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/01/15/what-to-make-of-a-night-and-other-poems/): By: Paul Dickey What to Make of a Night? As I walked to your house,I tried not to get old.I concentrated on whatI was supposed to:the wine, the walk,what I would say to youwhen you greet meat the door and... - [Memories of a Mexican Boy from El Paso: Drafted into the Army](https://literaryyard.com/2025/01/15/memories-of-a-mexican-boy-from-el-paso-drafted-into-the-army/): By: Daniel Acosta, Jr. Preface After graduating from the University of Texas with a degree in pharmacy during the height of the Vietnam War, I was able to get a draft deferment to attend graduate school at the University of... - ['Trail of Tears in the Snow' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/01/15/trail-of-tears-in-the-snow-and-other-poems/): By Michael Lee Johnson Trail of Tears in the Snow Footprints in the snow, fresh.Will your divorce lawyers talkto Jesus this night—set me chain-free.Set you on your traveling ways.Searching, we’ll both be curiously searching.Even hell has its standards burn with... - [Encownter With a Cow](https://literaryyard.com/2025/01/13/encownter-with-a-cow/): By: C.A. Broadribb Theresa surveyed her herd of 600 cattle as she sat on top of a hill, sipping on a glass of wine.  Her favourite red-and-white Hereford, Dot, wandered up to nuzzle her hand. “Hello, darling,” she said, stroking... - [1780...](https://literaryyard.com/2025/01/13/1780/): By: Lahari Mahalanabish The seamen swing,in fatigued, fevered relish of the cradling in infancy,couched in their threadbare hammocks,the ship plunges into the reshaping trough of wavesspooned towards the sandy dash with a green rumpleon the horizon, to fill in the... - [Winter Refrain](https://literaryyard.com/2025/01/13/winter-refrain/): By: Bruce Levine Counting snowflakes As winter lingers Framing the landscape Like the sash of a window Frames the glass panes Divided lights Outlining snowdrifts As the lines on a calendar Divide months into weeks and days The season progresses... - [The Disturbed Mind: Living With Mental Illness](https://literaryyard.com/2025/01/12/the-disturbed-mind-living-with-mental-illness/): By: Cynthia Pitman i. The Predator and the Prey: Severe Depression Agony prowls the streets tonight,seeking easy prey.My gnawing hopelessnessputs me at risk.I have sought refuge,but all doors have slammed tight.Thus I, too, crawl the night.From bin to bin,I hide... - [ An App for That](https://literaryyard.com/2025/01/11/an-app-for-that/): By: Carl Papa Palmer We watched birthdays of our grandsons in Nebraska this year,watched from Washington those there singing Happy Birthday,watched the boys blow out candles, watched them open gifts,watched those there get hugs and kisses which we most missed.... - [Almond Cappuccino](https://literaryyard.com/2025/01/11/almond-cappuccino/): By: Ryan Howarth He mops his stomach with a sock, gets up from his bed and goes into the bathroom. His reflection antagonises him with shame. The expression shifts to delight. He’s impressed with his physique today. In the shower... - [The Omar Khayyam Mysteries](https://literaryyard.com/2025/01/10/the-omar-khayyam-mysteries/): By James Aitchison The final two words of Omar Khayyam’s famous poem The Rubaiyat are inextricably linked with Australia’s most bizarre murder investigation.  The Tamam Shud Case, often called the Somerton Man Mystery, presents a tangled thread of clues and... - [Toward Optimism](https://literaryyard.com/2025/01/10/toward-optimism/): By: Bruce Levine Foolishness allowsStrains of laughter making songs Phosphorescent skies Lazy brooks and streamsTrout swimming by silentlyTranquil days and nights Living for todayEncouraging tomorrowThe future comes clear Yesterday is goneKeep looking toward the futureKeep moving forward - [HONOR Smartphone Deals: Are They Worth the Hype?](https://literaryyard.com/2025/01/10/honor-smartphone-deals-are-they-worth-the-hype/): Whether you’re a tech enthusiast or someone in need of a reliable device, HONOR smartphones have likely caught your attention. With their latest deals making waves, tech shoppers are curious if these offers truly live up to the buzz. In... - [“Unsharp Masking the Mind” and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/01/07/unsharp-masking-the-mind-and-other-poems/): By: Lara Dolphin “Unsharp Masking the Mind” I found the resident facing a large sunny window seated at a tiny desk.Staff had staged it with paper, folders and pens to remind him of his office. I helped him to his... - [A day from life of Klaus Werner Swamp-Man](https://literaryyard.com/2025/01/07/a-day-from-life-of-klaus-werner-swamp-man/): By: Pawel Markiewicz The marvelous winter has comewith the most tender Christmas Eve Klaus Werner Swamp-Man awaits dreamaugust Moment is revealed Klaus a forester lives alonein a clear home amidst the grove In the evening praying by tablehe enjoyed freedom... - [Serenity](https://literaryyard.com/2025/01/01/serenity/): By: Tanmoy Dutta Gupta Your tranquillity remains untouchedA heaven, where time stands stillA scent of flowers whispers lowA gentle breeze that rustles the heart’s deep will In the moon’s silver glow, shadows softly fallA midnight hour, when darkness hears it... - ['Walking in Late' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/01/01/walking-in-late-and-other-poems/): By: J.K. Durick Walking in Late I’m running late, so I’m walkingfaster, walking faster and lookingat my wrist as if I have a watch totell me if I’m late or going to be late.Walking faster and watch watchingeven though I... - [Biography: Satya Chandra Mukerji, M.A., B.L, Vakil, High Court, North Western Provinces](https://literaryyard.com/2025/01/01/biography-satya-chandra-mukerji-m-a-b-l-vakil-high-court-north-western-provinces/): By: Saunak Mookerjee Satya Chandra Mukerji was an undisputed leader among the Indian Members of the High Court Bar on the criminal side. He was a lawyer of great ability, experience, and learning and possessed amazing memory. He was well... - [The New Year Wish, 2025](https://literaryyard.com/2025/01/01/the-new-year-wish-2025/): By: Gulshan Ara The human mind, the most unexplored wonder of the universeHas the limitless potential to explore, discover and createAs limitless as the ever-expanding universe Nature itself offers immense examples to complement human thoughtsJust listen carefully,Listen to the inherent... - [The Charioteer’s Tale](https://literaryyard.com/2025/01/01/the-charioteers-tale/): By Rich Elliott I did not mean to take off his ear, you see. We were driving into a turn, Scorpus to the right of me, a half-length ahead. I needed to hold the inside. So I went to the... - ['The Dream' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/01/01/the-dream-and-other-poems/): By: Richard LeDue The Dream It’s hard to accept all the love songswere written about peoplewho have nothing to do with me,especially as my grey hair colours inthe loneliness one calls retirement The TV set to just loud enoughto prove... - [“Karoshi”: Are you working yourself to death?](https://literaryyard.com/2024/12/31/karoshi-are-you-working-yourself-to-death/): By James Aitchison Once, the culture of overworking yourself to death was unique to Japan.  “Karoshi”, which literally means death by overwork, claims worker lives from heart failure, stroke, sleep deprivation and exhaustion, mental health issues and suicide — the... - ['Communication' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/12/31/communication-and-other-poems/): By: James Aitchison Communication A slow soft voicespeaks in my soul.Of wisdom and love,I learn.The tapestry of lives,I clearly see.Of recurring faults,I am aware.To instruction,I awake.The means to overcomeearthly bondage,are mine.Without fear,I will live. A pure heart I ask nothing... - [Enigma of Life](https://literaryyard.com/2024/12/30/enigma-of-life/): By: Vanaja Malathy There’s no full stop in lifeonly commashere and there semicolons and colonsbut no full stopin grief or triumph                                    we are clueless  we journey through life watching through the windowthe fresh colourful beauty outsidewe wish to grip the... - [The Twelve Days of Christmas](https://literaryyard.com/2024/12/30/the-twelve-days-of-christmas/): By: Bruce Levine The twelve days of Christmas Focused on the time That three wise men Travelled to Bethlehem Seeking the Nativity Bearing gifts for the child Born in a manger Destined to be a King Fulfilling the prophecy Of... - [Monaghan’s Virtual Bar in the Time of Covid-19](https://literaryyard.com/2024/12/24/monaghans-virtual-bar-in-the-time-of-covid-19/): By: Tom Ball      I said to my lover, Jane, “I will write a novel of our times. I had written a number of sci-fi of flash fiction books, short story books and a few novels and now I am... - ['Berryman in Dublin' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/12/24/berryman-in-dublin-and-other-poems/): By: Enda Boyle Berryman in Dublin Thirty years later the Shakespearian scholar returned.Sporting a Falstaffian beard in search of a diffrent shadeThe city of his liteary idols became the ideal stageWith which to perform the role of the wisecrackingDrunken, firework-bright... - [Christmas Poems by Bruce Levine](https://literaryyard.com/2024/12/24/christmas-poems-by-bruce-levine/): By: Bruce Levine Christmas Images Snowflakes falling on frozen tree limbs Festooned now with red and goldCandy canes like peppermint soldiersHelp to guard the young and oldSilver bells and colored bright lightsHelping merry times unfoldSanta’s elves bring yuletide magicTelling stories... - [Arundhati Roy’s The God of Small Things: The story and the storytelling](https://literaryyard.com/2024/12/22/arundhati-roys-the-god-of-small-things-the-story-and-the-storytelling/): By: Ramlal Agarwal Arundhati Roy’s debut novel, The God of Small Things, won the Booker Prize in 1997 and sold millions of copies worldwide. It was an extraordinary achievement for an Indian writer, and readers of Indian writing in English... - [Angel: An Elegy For Narin Guran](https://literaryyard.com/2024/12/22/angel-an-elegy-for-narin-guran/): By John RC Potter Angel…Beautiful little angel.I cannot.I will not.Every day in the newsI see your beautiful photo,and I read the horrible headlines;but I cannot go any further.I refuse to read the details.Suffice it to say this:A beautiful little angel... - [The Winter Solstice](https://literaryyard.com/2024/12/20/the-winter-solstice/): By: Bruce Levine Frozen embers Icicles outlining The skyline of cities Rooftops covered with snow Drifts blown across highways Festooning the landscape In marshmallow white While barren fields That once grew corn Reaching for the sky Replaced with snow mountains... - [The man who invented Hollywood](https://literaryyard.com/2024/12/19/the-man-who-invented-hollywood/): By James Aitchison Thomas Ince was the “Father of the Western” and made 800 silent movies.  He pioneered the disciplined, assembly-line system of movie making.  He was the first man who produced more than one film a week.  He built... - [The Perilous Journey](https://literaryyard.com/2024/12/15/the-perilous-journey/): By: Gulshan Ara Is our planet on its course to a perilous journey?Planet Earth, being born five billion years agoOrbiting around the sun ever sinceNow seem to be on its course to a perilous journey! There seems to be a... - ['The Priest' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/12/13/the-priest-and-other-poems/): By: Mahathi THE PRIEST How fortunate you’re O our holy priest;You stay always so nigh to Almighty.Before the dawn, you bathe, and turn to eastTo pray the Sun and Mother Gayathri. You bathe the deities, apply sandal woodSmooth paste, adorn... - [Winter Images](https://literaryyard.com/2024/12/09/winter-images/): By: Bruce Levine Winter Images Winter windsand icicles at dawnParades of snowmenin family groupingsWrapped in scarvesand derby hatsHoliday grogand festive eveningsAs carolers serenadethe yuletide seasonFlasks hiddenin inside coat pocketsA nip againstthe cold winter chillFrozen lakesfiled with boats and skatersAnd fishing... - [The plastic curse](https://literaryyard.com/2024/12/09/the-plastic-curse/): By James Aitchison Once revered for its convenience, plastic is becoming a curse.  Certainly, it was a curse for its inventor.  He died a lonely eccentric, bitterly at war with his son.  His wealth then became a curse for his... - [2019](https://literaryyard.com/2024/12/08/2019/): By George Oliver 10:04 I don’t belong in here. I’m an unwelcome guest, greeted perfunctorily but never appreciated. I neither embrace nor dispel a narrative of escape, despite the possibility that I don’t have to be here.          I do belong... - [The humanities, wet and dry](https://literaryyard.com/2024/12/07/the-humanities-wet-and-dry/): By: James Aitchison Water: colourless, slippery, life-giving, eternal.  Deserts: dry, gritty, hostile, awesome.  Both the blue and desert humanities have diverse, textured relationships with humans.  Why are we so drawn to both? From vast, turbulent oceans to the local fountain... - ['Dream about a fish' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/12/07/dream-about-a-fish-and-other-poems/): By: Neven Dužević Dream about a fish (from the fish trilogy) I used to throw netsMuch without reason and without gravityI was catching all sorts of thingsSmall and large-mouthed fishMonkfish from the depthsAnd eels from the shallowsSea cats graze the... - [Why are traitors called quislings?](https://literaryyard.com/2024/11/28/why-are-traitors-called-quislings/): By James Aitchison Being branded a traitor is bad enough, but having your name used to describe one is another matter entirely.  Today, dictionaries define a “quisling” as a traitor who collaborates with an enemy force occupying their country.  Many... - [“Casualties” and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/11/27/casualties-and-other-poems/): By: Sam Hendrian “Casualties” She was cursed with the rare giftOf etching tomorrow onto someone’s faceAs soon as the today she spent with themProved happier than every yesterday combined. Window-shopped at all the wedding stores within a hundred mile radius,Not... - [Reflections](https://literaryyard.com/2024/11/27/reflections/): By: James Aitchison It is never ours to condemn,lest we become the victim.The open mind knowsthe mystery of death.As time outlasts walls,so too the measured soulfinds freedom.Fear is the flamethat consumes trust;trust, next to love,the hardest human valueto give consistently.Believe... - [Sandhya-The Twilight](https://literaryyard.com/2024/11/22/sandhya-the-twilight/): By: Khemendra Kamal Kumar Round One: The Present Tears welled in Ballu’s eyes as his daughter’s name was announced. Sandhya Baldeo with a gold medal in her discipline. With the degree certificate in one hand, the gold medal in another,... - [To Whom We Will Become](https://literaryyard.com/2024/11/22/to-whom-we-will-become/): By: AJ David They say that on the night Baba Fagbemi died, freedom was born in the Ifesowapo village. It was like a caterpillar breaking free from its cocoon, a petal unfurling to bloom, a dog getting loosed and running... - [Ode to an Oak Felled by Helene …](https://literaryyard.com/2024/11/22/ode-to-an-oak-felled-by-helene/): (written while sitting in the Western NC forest in front of a beautiful horizontal oak) By: Carla Ramsdell (a physicists and tree hugger) Thank you for your life. There’s so much magic in the growth of your trunk and branches,... - ['Medusa' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/11/20/medusa-and-other-poems/): By: Nandini Sahu Medusa I am Medusa, I merge with you, my myriad-minded-molten-man,my melic-moon-man. See the sunny side of our youth and middle ageand let us amalgamate with our hearts beating each to each. The melancholic sides of this mountain,... - ['Pregnant with death' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/11/20/pregnant-with-death-and-other-poems/): By: Mykyta Ryzhykh The mouse gnaws timeThe train kisses silence The night seems surprisingly calmThe siren of the air alarm has become a habit *** pregnant with deathexecutioners withthe eyes of the nightgive birth to silence *** A gentle windРlays... - [The man who mesmerised the world](https://literaryyard.com/2024/11/20/the-man-who-mesmerised-the-world/): By James Aitchison Psychotherapy and hypnosis had a strange genesis: the absurd quackery of Dr Franz Anton Mesmer.  Like phrenology — the so-called science of reading lumps and bumps on someone’s head to determine their character — Mesmer’s theories would... - [Tribal Literature of Odisha: Textual History, Iconography and Cultural Criticism](https://literaryyard.com/2024/11/19/tribal-literature-of-odisha-textual-history-iconography-and-cultural-criticism/): By: Professor Nandini Sahu AbstractA much neglected but significant part of our literary traditions, tribal literature, captures the complex socio-cultural and spiritual fabric of many native communities. Home of sixty-two tribes, Odisha has a corpus of tribal literature comprising oral... - [Jolted: Whose Troubled Reality?](https://literaryyard.com/2024/11/18/jolted-whose-troubled-reality/): By David Topper Deeply absorbed in an exceptionally long essay in the New York Review of Books about a very esoteric book on “the trouble with reality” – and I’m speaking here of epistemology and ontology; namely, that nature of... - [Black Medicine](https://literaryyard.com/2024/11/18/black-medicine/): By: Leah Park While scrolling through TikTok, I came across a post in which a black mother accused her doctors of malpractice because of her race. Surely, I thought, in today’s day and age, such accusations were unfounded; doctors are... - [Catatumbo Symphony](https://literaryyard.com/2024/11/17/catatumbo-symphony/): By: Daniel Moreschi As sunset paints a stage at the unwieldy mouthof Maracaibo Lake, sporadic breezes leadthe water’s surface, stirring swirls among the reeds,creating shimmered mirrors that reflect a shroud of gray, covertly brimming overhead. Though veiled,the Andes loom like... - [Bonnes of Courage](https://literaryyard.com/2024/11/17/bonnes-of-courage/): By: Andrea Myinga. Where to look at,When the stars are dimming,And the sky isn’t appealing.Where to hide a face,When bones of courage are broken,And shame is chasing back.Where to find a trust,When friends have vanished with it,And heartache melt down... - [Etude in Bb](https://literaryyard.com/2024/11/15/etude-in-bb/): By: Bruce Levine Far beyond the face Sounds coalesce No one knows how Or how they stream Into the subconscious They take no space And can’t be assembled Yet they do assemble Forming patterns Phrases and sentences One after another... - [Twilight](https://literaryyard.com/2024/11/14/twilight/): By: James Aitchison When smoothly goes life,stop to love and listen then,take an accounting,see the wreckage in the soul,the chance to turn again and findknowledge of all knowledge,truth of all truth.Walk outside of life,for the blest onesleave no footprints.Step through... - [The first Hollywood](https://literaryyard.com/2024/11/14/the-first-hollywood/): By James Aitchison When Hollywood was simply a dusty backwater of fledgling studios and orchards, and Los Angeles an uncultured outpost, America’s film capital was New York City.  The great Broadway theatrical stars were simply a taxi ride away.  Even... - ['Ashes of April' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/11/14/ashes-of-april-and-other-poems/): By: Shannon Winestone ASHES OF APRIL Ashes of April—farewell, goodbye…You were my harbor, my city, my sky. THE SAGE for Himself The voice of the sage rattles the mountains,Sighs through the orchards, whispers with the rain—Singing the songs of Israfel.His... - [Four Woodland Haiku](https://literaryyard.com/2024/11/14/four-woodland-haiku/): By: Jim Bates Fall’s changing colorsGolden-yellow orange and redKalidoscope glee. Oak tree forest giftFat acorns dropping like rainSquirrels ecstatic. Quiet woodland pondWhite swans feed in unisonBeautiful ballet. Midnight open fieldMilky Way washes the skyStarry cosmic joy. - [“Poem Sized Questions” and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/11/08/poem-sized-questions-and-other-poems/): By: Richard LeDue “Poem Sized Questions (In Lieu of Big Ones)” Why are there poetswho are so sure they’ve seen godor at least through him enoughto brag about oblivionlike it’s an award for a poetry contest? Why are there poetsso... - [The mysteries of four seasons](https://literaryyard.com/2024/11/08/the-mysteries-of-four-seasons/): By: Paweł Markiewicz the dreamed winterthe storks sitting meekly in Africathe butterfly frozen in the marvelous pondmice write a gorgeous mytha rural boy longs for the moonglowwitch apollonianly bewitcheda stunning worldin a moony wayI am full of druidic wizardriesYou are... - [Night](https://literaryyard.com/2024/11/08/night-2/): By: James Aitchison This is the nightwhen you are still.My voice in your soulis the voice of all things.I speak when youmost need me.I will bind you not withfear or ritual, but withpeace and silence.I demand of younothing.I spin the... - ['Autumn winds' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/11/08/autumn-winds-and-other-poems/): By: Ranjit K Sahu Autumn winds The wind gives a little nudgeIt’s cold touch unwelcomeThe autumn leaves peak in glory at dawnTheir pinnacle of colors is hereShall they not enjoy it a little longer? The leaves flutter a littleA shiver... - [Love is Cencer ](https://literaryyard.com/2024/11/06/love-is-cencer/): By: Debasish Giri CHAPTER ONE – “Crashing Waves, Silent Tears” The silence of the night is broken by the rhythmic crash of the waves—an endless, relentless sound. It almost feels like the ocean is speaking, each wave whispering some ancient... - [The Tickle Trunk](https://literaryyard.com/2024/11/06/the-tickle-trunk/): By John RC Potter           This is not as much about an old antique trunk as it is about my sister, Jo Ann, and perhaps more importantly, about her childhood sweetheart, Paul, whom she married at a very young age... - [The loneliness epidemic](https://literaryyard.com/2024/11/06/the-loneliness-epidemic/): By James Aitchison Even before the COVID pandemic and harsh lockdowns, loneliness was already a global phenomenon.  Today, one in every three adults worldwide feels they are constantly “lonely” or “very lonely”.  Despite digital connectivity, or arguably because of it,... - [Ungallant Gestures in Joyce's "Two Gallants"](https://literaryyard.com/2024/11/06/ungallant-gestures-in-joyces-two-gallants/): By: Jad S. Karkout       In writing Dubliners, Joyce aimed to present a historical account of Dublin and create a vivid portrayal of Irish life. To achieve this, he centered Dublin as a hub of paralysis that afflicted most of... - [The Bug Book](https://literaryyard.com/2024/11/04/the-bug-book/): By: Bruce Levine The Beetle Parade The beetle paradeCrossing the floorSeeking new bound’riesYet trapped by a doorFollow their leaderTo rooms yet remainThe prizes for beetlesIs another refrain Ants Ants live on a farmAnd sometimes they live on a hillIt seems... - [Onkar Sharma's Novel "Revenge Theory" Receives Literary Titan Silver Book Award](https://literaryyard.com/2024/11/04/onkar-sharmas-novel-revenge-theory-receives-literary-titan-silver-book-award/): Revenge Theory, a captivating novel by Onkar Sharma, has been honoured with the prestigious Literary Titan Silver Book Award for November 2024. This award celebrates Sharma’s thought-provoking work, which has already garnered critical acclaim for its intense exploration of revenge,... - [Phrenology: lumps, bumps and crime](https://literaryyard.com/2024/10/30/phrenology-lumps-bumps-and-crime/): By James Aitchison They called phrenology a science, but it was pure quackery, a pseudoscience that tragically labelled thousands of innocent people as criminals or mentally defective. By running their hands over a person’s skull and judging its shape and... - [What you need to hear](https://literaryyard.com/2024/10/29/what-you-need-to-hear/): By: Debbie Tunstall This is my story to tell.You do not get to choose the wordsthat everyone needs to read.They are for me, and for others. If I get cutyou do not get to choose how I bleed,If it tricklesgushesor... - ['Breathing Incense' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/10/29/breathing-incense-and-other-poems/): By: Gopal Lahiri Breathing Incense It’s what speaks to us, that corner, that edge of lifefrom which emergesa vitellus of pigment and tinges, like bloodyfiligree of bones,spreading the autumn sky.the daylight is winding down from theshouldered hill.Oleander tree sheds its... - [Hurricane Helene, 2024: A Series](https://literaryyard.com/2024/10/22/hurricane-helene-2024-a-series/): By: Cynthia Pitman Based on true events i. Raindrops wrinkle the river.Soft waves gently slapthe sand where I stand.The trees around mewhisper in the gentle breezethat will soon growinto a wild wind.I stare across the expanse.A lone boat heads home.The... - [It was all preordained: The Nightmares](https://literaryyard.com/2024/10/22/it-was-all-preordained-the-nightmares/): By: Tom Ball IT WAS ALL PREORDAINED I remember being born into an adult body with memories of several lifetimes. When I was born in an 18-year-old’s body in the incubator they gave me my “horoscope” prognosis which briefly said... - ['Focused on the road' and other haiku](https://literaryyard.com/2024/10/21/focused-on-the-road-and-other-haiku/): By: Bruce Levine Focused on the road Out of mediocrity Goals set and fulfilled *** Sailing through the maze Choosing turns that make dreams clear The path is defined - [Lowlifes](https://literaryyard.com/2024/02/11/lowlifes/): By: Audrey Lauryn Clara: Lifeless entities mill around Callum Square. A group of initiates drape crimson fabric from various light posts. Others sweep the pristine cobblestone streets. Finn and I hunker down under the shade of a Sycamore tree and... - [The core](https://literaryyard.com/2024/02/11/the-core/): By: James Aitchison In every soul, there is a quiet core.It is immune to fear, hunger,strife and conflict, and theimpermanence of life cannotpenetrate it unless permitted.The essence of your soullistens to the quiet Voicethat speaks with detachment.Like thousands of seedsscattered... - [Chance. Fate. Intuition](https://literaryyard.com/2024/02/10/chance-fate-intuition/): By Christopher Johnson In 1909, the Swiss psychologist Carl Jung had a dream that was destined to become famous. The dream came upon him while he was traveling with Sigmund Freud to deliver lectures at Clark College in Worcester, Massachusetts.... - [Time to Choose](https://literaryyard.com/2024/02/10/time-to-choose/): By: Don I ran into Chicago Union Station about 10 minutes before my train was set to depart for St. Louis.  I’d overslept.  Two months into retirement, I still hadn’t gotten into a new sleep rhythm. I was one of... - [Did I tell you I’m writing a novel?](https://literaryyard.com/2024/02/10/did-i-tell-you-im-writing-a-novel/): By: Jacob Keating In the emails I’ve sent to publishers, I’ve said it’s about ‘inner-vastness’ and ‘roads left un-walked’ and a twenty-something in search of an always-lost-something. – I never tire of hyphens; they’re like bridges between words. I’d like... - [Locked in the Tower: an Urban Tale](https://literaryyard.com/2024/02/10/locked-in-the-tower-an-urban-tale/): By: Flora Jardine It’s a common fairy-tale theme — imprisonment in a tower — and a common true-life tale of city life today, a dark one and Tom was living it, although he didn’t think of it in literary terms... - [Leonard Higgins](https://literaryyard.com/2024/02/07/leonard-higgins/): By: Elaine Lennon Leonard Higgins was an honest man. Modest, middle-aged, unassuming, non-descript. A quiet kind of a man. A man who operated at a very low velocity. The kind of man you’d never notice.  A family man. His wife... - [Meet the Parents](https://literaryyard.com/2024/02/05/meet-the-parents/): By Dawn DeBraal   Kennedy Hyde sat across the table from her boyfriend, Sam Colbert. They’d been dating for eight months, and things were going well.  “So next week is your birthday.” Sam brought up the subject.  “Don’t remind me. I... - [A Note From Mister C](https://literaryyard.com/2024/02/04/a-note-from-mister-c/): By: Bruce Levine Dear Reader,I believe that all life should be lived between forty and sixty. Of course I don’t mean that the human life span should be between forty and sixty, heaven forbid, but that the accompaniment to a... - [A Myriad of Future Writers](https://literaryyard.com/2024/02/04/a-myriad-of-future-writers/): By: Tom Ball      I say, I have a myriad of difficulties in my life. My true love has affairs with androids. And I was redundant as an architect. An android had replaced me and the stipend I get from the... - ['Merriment' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/02/04/merriment-and-other-poems/): By: D A Angelo Merriment  Sometimes it’s good to walk in the countryside to watch a merry-go-round of clouds while the sky shifts to a warm glow. Sometimes it’s good to watch hares pose like National Geographic models in a... - [The View](https://literaryyard.com/2024/02/04/the-view/): By: Karen O’Leary A doesamples lichendraped bark of an ash tree.She leaps into inner safety.Weeds spilloverthe wooden stairs,not seeing human spoilsin years. A lazy stream with smallicyislandswinds by trees bentto the right. Creativestudents take easels then pull outsketchbooks,tryingto grasp the... - [Arrowroot Cookie](https://literaryyard.com/2024/02/04/arrowroot-cookie/): By: Jim Bates Northwoods lake countryWater glistening waves lappingHot sun scorching sandOn the beach playing. Big brother in charge of younger siblingsMomentarily distracted by building a sandcastleBaby Will toddles out onto the dock stumbles and falls off sinking fastBig brother... - [Sheer Drop](https://literaryyard.com/2024/02/04/sheer-drop/): By: David Patten Daybreak, water the color of slate.  A lone figure stands in contemplation, close enough to the river that its current splashes over her boots.  This stretch of the Niagara resides in the commonplace, revealing nothing of the... - [Art Gallery](https://literaryyard.com/2024/02/04/art-gallery-2/): By: David Patten Amaya can’t suppress a wry smile.  An item of gossip has reached her.  It seems there are those intent on labeling her a witch.  Such an archaic term, unused for centuries, its connotation pejorative.  Amaya ponders that... - [The Shampoo](https://literaryyard.com/2024/02/04/the-shampoo/): By Jacob Austin Danny hadn’t visited his father in almost two years, but not by choice. He had moved several states over to take a job with a residential development company, and his busy work schedule made travel next to... - [Of Gods, Men, and Beasts: Narrative of a Survivor of the Molucca Voyage](https://literaryyard.com/2024/02/01/of-gods-men-and-beasts-narrative-of-a-survivor-of-the-molucca-voyage/): By Rich Elliott I, Brother Nicholas, your most humble servant, submit this narrative on Holy Thursday, in the year of our Lord fifteen hundred and thirty-two, at the request of Abbot Anthony, our most Holy Father, who wishes a record... - ['The State of the World From the First Floor' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/02/01/the-state-of-the-world-from-the-first-floor-and-other-poems/): By: Richard LeDue The State of the World From the First Floor Autumn fog is quiet as thoughts about deathwe silence with streaming services, wine on a Tuesday, memes, candy shaped edibles, workplace worries uprooting our down timelike a bored... - [Ego Or Soul](https://literaryyard.com/2024/02/01/ego-or-soul/): By Nolo Segundo You always have to choose,on or the other–one will deceive you everydamn day, because ego isa trickster,a liar,a cheater,telling you how great you are,how smart, how kind…while the other will alwaysbe honest with you, if–and it’s a... - [My Dear Other](https://literaryyard.com/2024/02/01/my-dear-other/): By William T. Hathaway Loving the other through mutualities of hurt,loving the other without understanding the other,groping in darkness to find the other,blundering towards and beyond the other,fleeing at the sight of the other,escaping from exile to greet the other,yearning... - [The Charm of Thomas Hardy: Jude the Obscure](https://literaryyard.com/2024/02/01/the-charm-of-thomas-hardy-jude-the-obscure/): By: Ramlal Agarwal Published in 1896, Hardy’s Jude the Obscure was attacked for its sexual frankness, its morbidity, and its immorality. It was rejected by the lending libraries, condemned by the church, and burned by a bishop. It hurt Hardy... - [The Man and His Mask   ](https://literaryyard.com/2024/01/31/the-man-and-his-mask/): By John RC Potter The man under the mask… You rode along the dusty western street,as you strode hard across my laptop screen,strutting and preening like a proud peacock;dark, mysterious, maybe even mean,perhaps dangerous, a badass cowboy,but the handsomest dude... - ['In Miami as in Berlin' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/01/31/in-miami-as-in-berlin-and-other-poems/): By: Daniel de Culla IN MIAMI AS IN BERLIN In Miami, as in Berlin, people dress upTo attend charity eventsWhere everyone admires themselvesFor the elegance of their suitsAnd how well these clothes look on themTaken out of the closet to... - ['A way' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/01/31/a-way-and-other-poems/): By: Darren Lynch A Way Sit to the voice ,Silent gaze The hauling land of houndsProwling entranceRepetition , Repetition , Repetition Held in confident frownsThe grips of attracted veteransPolished in rewardOn entranceOf fading prime ways , Celebate oh the union... - [I Wonder About the Squirrel](https://literaryyard.com/2024/01/25/i-wonder-about-the-squirrel/): By: Bruce Levine As Hurricane Irma approached, our dog, Daisy, and I sat on the porch of our apartment waiting and watching as the wind increased. The original forecast had been a direct hit on Delray Beach, Florida, but Irma... - [Hours and Moments](https://literaryyard.com/2024/01/25/hours-and-moments/): By: Bruce Levine Floating hours and picturesque moments Peppering the days with sights and soundsPhotographic mem’ries etched on a canvassOf love laced forever through eyelets of gold Time resting gently on snowflakes floatingThrough forests abounding with lush color greensSquadrons of... - ['Glorification of You' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/01/25/glorification-of-you-and-other-poems/): By Ujjal Mandal Glorification of You When I close my weary eyes,you come putting an anklet on legsbefore me like the tune of cuckoo,a strand of red roses tied to your lockof hair behind swings aroundas if the sailing clouds... - ['Stand' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/01/25/stand-and-other-poems/): By: Dan Fraleigh Stand Seven Sisters Quiet - [The Yellow Shard](https://literaryyard.com/2024/01/25/the-yellow-shard/): By: Dee Artea Waking up with a screeching headache, a fragment of recent memory that’s a mystery, and a blazing sun burning right through me. What’s this large rock beside me, like a sturdy companion? Oh, my left shoulder aches,... - [The Sweatshirt](https://literaryyard.com/2024/01/25/the-sweatshirt/): By: Junhyeok Jang I halfheartedly nodded yet again, pretending I was interested. I began counting the number of diced carrots on my spoon, trying to find something more entertaining than listening to Junhyeok, who was droning on with another one... - [Hole in One](https://literaryyard.com/2024/01/24/hole-in-one/): By: Jinmo Koo It was a typical Monday afternoon and I was at the golf course with 3 of my friends. That day, we were unsure whether or not to play as we thought it would rain. We decided to... - [I Thought I Could Wash You Away](https://literaryyard.com/2024/01/24/i-thought-i-could-wash-you-away/): By: Anna Knowles I thought I could wash you away,when I twisted the sink’s knob,and the faucet began sobbing into a porcelain bowl;so I plunged my hands under the water andscrubbed until my skin was rash-red and sore. My palms... - [Prose Analysis of “From a Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man,” by James Joyce ](https://literaryyard.com/2024/01/22/prose-analysis-of-from-a-portrait-of-the-artist-as-a-young-man-by-james-joyce/): By: Soobin Ryu The prose “From a Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man” by Jame Joyce is about the protagonist Stephen Daedalus imagining a visit to the city, where his state of mind of both hope and fear... - [On Paris  ](https://literaryyard.com/2024/01/22/on-paris/): By Thomas Sanfilip I have no doubt the modernist painter Robert Delaunay understood the problem of Paris, both as a physical and spiritual entity as well as artistic force capable of creating a profound philosophic dilemma. His series of repeated... - [Cryptic Recurrence](https://literaryyard.com/2024/01/22/cryptic-recurrence/): By: Carl Papa Palmer You’d think he’d have learned by now to take a momentbefore blindly grabbing us from his night stand drawer. If he would keep us in another roomwhere he’d have to actually get upit would remedy our... - [Father](https://literaryyard.com/2024/01/22/father-2/): By: Carl Papa Palmer I never saw him cryno tears of joy or regretnor praise for meno hugs, never kisses always that stiff upper lipever emotionless smilealways to make me strongnever ever a momma’s boy handshakes firm, hurtfuluntil I was... - [It Will Rain Today](https://literaryyard.com/2024/01/22/it-will-rain-today/): By: Harrison Abbott They say it will rain today. You wake up before the alarm clock. The GP opens at nine and you wake up shortly after seven. When you open the curtain, a sheen of grey light spreads across... - [Ambition](https://literaryyard.com/2024/01/22/ambition/): By: James Aitchison The placid day belies its chaos:a giant web of conflicted men.Only the eternal realityremains absolute: men dwellon an earthly plane,through a series of lives,one following the other,to seek all that which is beautiful.Only through a soul at... - ['The Irish House Painter' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/01/17/the-irish-house-painter-and-other-poems/): By: Ryan Quinn Flanagan The Irish House Painter (for Brendan Behan) Sky Water Gravy If I should go where names are pluckedfrom golden gongs, the fairy snows there’s briefcase on the stereobriefcase on the stereo don’t stare & lane lanethe... - [Call The Knackermen!](https://literaryyard.com/2024/01/17/call-the-knackermen/): By: John Caulton ‘Driving up the country lanes The knackermen, we’re here again A farmer’s gate, lift the latch Dispatch, collect another batch’ The dead… Oh, the joys of country living; the smell of sewage sludge, silage and manure! Unfortunately,... - [Faith](https://literaryyard.com/2024/01/15/faith-2/): By: James Aitchison I am the peaceful faith,the silence in every step,a silence not of this earth.I have so much to tell you.(Not all men will listen.)Knowledge, once gained,simplifies and shapesyour life and structuresyour inner self.Your purpose and pathwill be... - ['When I am not with You' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/01/15/when-i-am-not-with-you-and-other-poems/): By: Pramod Rastogi When I am not with You My love, when I am not with you,Never too far from me are you.If I were a leaf of yellow hue,A shade of lush green would be youBased on the shade... - [The Bake Off](https://literaryyard.com/2024/01/15/the-bake-off/): By: Charles Wiegand Eliana’s passion is baking. All kinds of baking—bread, candy, cakes, pastries, and pies. She loves baking so much she has three ovens in her kitchen. She is known throughout her neighborhood for her baked goods—everything from simple... - ['A Painting of Sorts' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/01/15/a-painting-of-sorts-and-other-poems/): By: Edward Lees A Painting of Sorts Rippled manganeseLike a path to the horizonParaiba tourmalineDeepening to sapphireSuch slight differenceBetween vacant sea and skyHundreds of raw umber coconutsAt every stage of decompositionSome sproutingDerelict stillness everywhereA solitary figureOn flecked alabaster sandSharp with... - [A Tale of a Wolf](https://literaryyard.com/2023/12/31/a-tale-of-a-wolf/): By Tabussum Sumaiya An intimidated girl once became a WolfLosin’ her soul into oblivious damnationIndiscreetly the ferocious pursuing the moonForgetting the shine might be a deception! Radiance that was irresistible for heartEnchanting was that dazzling lightLittle did the Wolf know... - [Mrs. Hunter and The Duchess](https://literaryyard.com/2023/12/31/mrs-hunter-and-the-duchess/): By Henry Simpson Mike realized he’d skipped lunch, ordered a gin and tonic from the flight attendant, and tried to relax. He deserved a reward for at last escaping Reno. The cocktail was not much to feel guilty about. When... - [Season of Light     ](https://literaryyard.com/2023/12/30/season-of-light/): By: Carl Papa Palmer The old crabapple treeadorned spectacular withwhite blossoms last Mayby the main entranceof Sacred Heart Chapelnow a barren trunkof splayed gray brancheseach twined with stringsof bright points of lightin the cold snowy morningcelebrating this time of year.... - [Security](https://literaryyard.com/2023/12/30/security-2/): By: James Aitchison Man, accept the pattern of life.Embrace the weatheringthat precedes happiness.Your hammering anger isbut a distraction.Know that the paths of men areintertwined, their feet havetramped the long centuries.Each journey brings new tests,as you progress to eachnew level of... - ['February days' and other haiku](https://literaryyard.com/2023/12/30/february-days-and-other-haiku/): By Bruce Levine February daysEnd of winter comes closer Spring equinox nears Making year’s resolveJoyous days tobogganingLife’s journey renewed Harvest days are goneFireplaces filled with logsWarming heart and soul Squirrels gathering nutsBears catch salmon in riversFood stored for winter Deer... - [Author Unidentified](https://literaryyard.com/2023/12/18/author-unidentified/): By John RC Potter The legend goes there was a prophet or perhaps a pilgrim,who wandered the biblical lands many moons ago;he predicted what had happened after the flood.A soothsayer or charlatan we will never know,but he wrote his visions... - [BREATH](https://literaryyard.com/2023/12/18/breath/): By: Brian Michael Barbeito I go through from inside to the outside deck via the automatic doors of an impossibly large ship. Just beyond handsome wooden slats biege that meet white painted wrought iron dividers topped with a teak rail,... - [Silence](https://literaryyard.com/2023/12/18/silence/): By: James Aitchison Having silence in your mindgains you eternal wisdom.See in your soul the lifeyou have constructed.See it with your eternal eye.Sufficiently awakened,you can see all that has gone beforeand all that will come to be.Your inner self is... - ['Seed' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/12/18/seed-and-other-poems/): By: JL Maikaho It is rainingSpring brings lifeTo the whole worldWhy am I dying? Breaking with first lightI sing you back to earthWhate’er dreams you dreamtI’ll sing you to quest i sang gleefullyas i brought afour-leaf cloverbut she screamed“wren, wren go... - ['Little Drops of Serenity' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/12/18/little-drops-of-serenity-and-other-poems/): By: Jeremiah Ogundele  LITTLE DROPS OF SERENITY I hear the raindrops tapping lightly on the roof,A symphony of sound aloof,Slowly, rhythmically breathe it in,My thoughts in turmoil, like the dim. The world outside is bathed in grey,A fog that abides,... - ['Look Underneath The Carpet' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/12/18/look-underneath-the-carpet-and-other-poems/): By: K. A. Williams Look Underneath The Carpet What would I findif I ripped up the carpetand looked underneath?Sometimes I wonder ifit was worth it to ruin abeautiful wooden floorwith all those nailsjust so my feet couldbe warm in the... - [Tea for Two?](https://literaryyard.com/2023/12/18/tea-for-two/): By: Karen O’Leary where is love… when you cut paper dolls into his & hers where is love… when the joker is wild, leaving broken china cups where is love? - ['Riverbeds alive' and other haiku](https://literaryyard.com/2023/12/18/riverbeds-alive-and-other-haiku/): By: Bruce Levine Riverbeds aliveBrook-fed streams to rivers flow Pathways to the sea Parodies begin A sense of humor required Nothing safe for laughs Floating in the air Seagulls and puffins hunting Dinner in the lake Twice the yearly rate... - [the emotional boomerang](https://literaryyard.com/2023/12/18/the-emotional-boomerang/): By: p. horvath “will they return to me?”“yes” spoke the universe “how much longer?”“do they not hurt as i do?” “i am afraid they do not”“and they won’t return until you do not either” - [Crazy Loves](https://literaryyard.com/2023/12/18/crazy-loves/): By: Tom Ball   I still remember my first love well. It ended when she said if I didn’t promise to love her forever, she would jump off the tower. I walked away and when I got down to ground level, her... - [A phoenix rises - a haiku](https://literaryyard.com/2023/12/13/a-phoenix-rises-a-haiku/): By: Bruce Levine A phoenix rises From the ashes of failure Facing a new day - [Fetus](https://literaryyard.com/2023/12/13/fetus/): By: Mariam Shengelia It has been nearly nine months since the fetus has been indulging in its carefree life in its mother’s womb. Being in a symbiotic relationship with its mother, it feels as if it is in paradise. just... - ['If We Meet Again' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/12/13/if-we-meet-again-and-other-poems/): By: Shamik Banerjee If We Meet Again When many Springs and Autumns have gone by,Amid a concourse, should we chance to meet,Will we ignore the moment with a sighOr stop to see each other: smile and greet? The heavy husk... - [Left vs right: an even-handed perspective](https://literaryyard.com/2023/12/13/left-vs-right-an-even-handed-perspective/): By: James Aitchison Is it really a right-handed world?  Are left-handed people forever to be judged as second-class citizens? The Latin word for left is sinister.  The French word for left is gauche.  Small wonder the odds are stacked against left-handed people;... - [A Piece of Chalk](https://literaryyard.com/2023/12/12/a-piece-of-chalk/): By: Harrison Abbott Apparently my uncle had had another of his suicidal drinking bouts and he needed help sobering up. I drove over to his house. And found him walking along the road, raging at the planet like a maniac.... - ['Ollie Ollie' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/12/12/ollie-ollie-and-other-poems/): By: Carl Papa Palmer Ollie Ollie Giggling, she runs from the family room couchwhere I sit and count, both hands over my eyes.“1,2,3,4,5 and 5 is 10. Ready or not, here I come.” First, in the kitchen, opening and slamming... - [In Search of Kindness](https://literaryyard.com/2023/12/12/in-search-of-kindness/): By William T. Hathaway Now is the season when priests proclaim, “Peace on earth, goodwill towards men” and mainstream media soothe us with stories and images of kindness. But why do peace and goodwill remain just dreams? Why is kindness... - [A Life’s Road Less Traveled](https://literaryyard.com/2023/11/29/a-lifes-road-less-traveled/): By: Linda Barrett I. “Dudley’s Stella. I know what you’re talking about,” The e-mail read. Mirabella Reid gazed at it, sitting back in her office chair. Only eight words. Her boss walked past her with a sidelong glance. “Are you... - [Selling Hygge](https://literaryyard.com/2023/11/29/selling-hygge/): By: K.E. Semmel Twenty years ago, during my aborted attempt to get an MFA in creative writing, I submitted a story for a workshop. It was about a middle-aged man who witnesses the neighbor’s teenage babysitter having sex with her boyfriend—an experience... - ['Ghost I Am' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/11/29/ghost-i-am-and-other-poems/): By Michael Lee Johnson Ghost I Am Here is a private hut staring at me, twigs & branches over the top— naked & alone. I respond to an old 60s doo-wopsong:  In the Still of the Night Fred Parris and... - [Zegeunerwisen](https://literaryyard.com/2023/11/23/zegeunerweisen/): By: Suchoon Mo so long agoin that small townso far awaya young man was playing a violinaloneSarasate’s Gypsy AirZegeunerweisenin that small house so long agoa raging civil war cameand a young man diedshot by a firing squadthe young manwho used... - [I’m turning into Dad](https://literaryyard.com/2023/11/23/im-turning-into-dad/): By: Carl Papa Palmer The ringing interrupts watching the football game.Both phone and remote sit on the couch beside me,I grab one blindly, hit a button and my TV turns off. Finding my phone I listen to the recorded message.Some... - [Fall Haiku](https://literaryyard.com/2023/11/23/fall-haiku-2/): By: Jim Bates Across the cosmosJupiter shines and ignitesA flame in my soul. Cold windy gray daySleety rain changing to snowTurning gardens white. Almost like a dreamThe moon rises casting lightSo gloriously. Magic autumn lightGolden electricityRe-charging the soul - ['Empty Nights' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/11/20/empty-nights-and-other-poems/): By: Ann Christine Tabaka  Empty Nights whispers in the darkall that is left of our lovereaching out for youyou are no longer there– empty nights Time the boisterous rumbling of a kittenall too soon becomesthe muted purr of old age... - ['walk with wound' a narrative poem](https://literaryyard.com/2023/11/20/walk-with-wound-a-narrative-poem/): By Domonique Onefirst night in Europe. kind Bordeaux breezea vista of the city . .feet firmly planted feeling like stonesTears fell from my eyes and down my cheeksbut there was no cathartic rescueor release. I felt an acute longing to... - [The amaranthine fairy](https://literaryyard.com/2023/11/17/the-amaranthine-fairy/): By: Pawel Markiewicz Like sparkles of dreamery – fantasy,born from hundreds thoughts and from memories,you compass the world of mythology.Here and there plenty of effusions. Fairy – she-paramour of druids, priests,kiss a fairway of starlets and the moon!In you a... - [Shaping the soul](https://literaryyard.com/2023/11/17/shaping-the-soul/): By: James Aitchison You were bornas a shellcontaining youreternal self.By stripping awaythe debris thus far gatheredin your journey,you will be released fromearthly bondsand be reborn with clarity,strength, and silence.Thereafter,what will shape your soulwill be of your choiceand with yourpermission. - [The Artless Art of Ruth Prawer Jhabvala's Short Stories](https://literaryyard.com/2023/11/06/the-artless-art-of-ruth-prawer-jhabvalas-short-stories/): By: Ramlal Agarwal  Ruth Prawer Jhabvala has been highly regarded by the Western literary world. However, she has been severely criticized and badly neglected by the Indian literati. C. Paul Verghese and Meenakshi Mukherjee did not consider her an Indian... - [My Photography](https://literaryyard.com/2023/11/06/my-photography/): By: Aaron Moon Throughout the many years photography has evolved, with many new techniques and tools used to take photographs, photographers all share one goal. The use of photography is to record and keep track of whatever photo was taken.... - [Sins of the Father](https://literaryyard.com/2023/10/28/sins-of-the-father/): By John Paul Lama A life for a life. Rex Solomon Alacran and Alicia Sylvia Pastoral Alacran were twenty-eight year old newlyweds. But love was not why they were driving to Rex’s hometown in Nagcarlan, Laguna, that fateful night. It... - [Love](https://literaryyard.com/2023/10/24/love/): By: James Aitchison Man, look into yourselffor your answers and thesoft words of your soul.Can you have a morewonderful companion?Eternity has set downthe blows you will face,the weathering thatprecedes happiness.Seek love that is of themental and physical.You cannot love by... - [Oreo Cookies](https://literaryyard.com/2023/10/24/oreo-cookies/): By: Jim Bates His father loved sports cars driving fastIn the end he had a white Porsche spiderLike James Dean was driving when he diedHis dad liked to take his son up into the mountainsDriving the twisting roads of the... - [Exploring the Benefits of Social Media](https://literaryyard.com/2023/10/24/exploring-the-benefits-of-social-media/): By: Soo Yeon (Stephanie) Suh Social media, the forbidden fruit that corrupts people? Social media refers to an open online platform that shares personal thoughts, opinions, experiences, and information allowing people to create and build relationships with others. Social media... - ['Stargazing Love' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/10/23/stargazing-love-and-other-poems/): By: Claudia Wysocky Stargazing Love Love is a fissure in the universe;It eats at the fabric that holds the partsIn any form together. It shatters them in two. It is a Peculiar Sin, what destroys.The love said to be true... - ['The Last Sparrow' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/10/23/the-last-sparrow-and-other-poems/): By: Jeff Lewis The Last Sparrow As days become shorterand shadows grow long,the verdant tone of Summeryields to the palette of Fall.A sparrow appears on the grassdampened by frost the evening before.The little bird should have long departedto more benevolent... - ['Schadenfreude' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/10/23/schadenfreude-and-other-poems/): By John RC Potter Schadenfreude By John RC PotterDefinition: “Finding joy in someone’s misfortune” This is a German word,it holds a rhythmic resonance.It has a pleasing sound,yet points to a type of penance. They meant me no lasting harm,I believe... - ['At The Mention Of Hope' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/10/19/at-the-mention-of-hope-and-other-poems/): By: Alobu Emmanuel At The Mention Of Hope Life,a pot ofmashed beans,needs a steady fireto keep it warm. i am tired.why has a life like this been given us:one moment we have arrived. the other moment,we are far from the... - [tapped out](https://literaryyard.com/2023/10/19/tapped-out/): By: Karen O’Leary a year trappedin a healthcaresystem—a moneygrabbing empire where patientsmake appointmentsfor consults theydon’t qualify for??? hope dashedwearing out the illyet the cost basiscare keeps rolling - ['Mr. Mendenhall’s Question' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/10/18/mr-mendenhalls-question-and-other-poems/): By: Judith Ferster Mr. Mendenhall’s Question On the train from New Haven to Northampton, my high school friend met the president of my college, who promptly invited us to his grand presidential house for a butler-served dinner, my first. When... - [A Proven Path to Peace](https://literaryyard.com/2023/10/18/a-proven-path-to-peace/): By William T. Hathaway The waves of war are rising again around the fragile ship of our civilization, threatening to sink it to the depths of barbarism and radioactive megadeath. The principle to preventing this is stated in the constitution... - ['Colors of the Sky' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/10/17/colors-of-the-sky-and-other-poems/): By: Stephen Grant COLORS OF THE SKY Let’s look at the sky, its corners and depth, upside downand sideways. Then let’s describe its colour. Blue seemstoo obvious and doesn’t tell us much, a tautology if ever were. Red adds nothing,... - [I got your letter today](https://literaryyard.com/2023/10/16/i-got-your-letter-today/): By: Carl Papa Palmer not a text, instant message,face book postor forwarded email an actual letterin a stamped envelopeaddressed to medelivered by my mailmanopened immediately your letter with a poem,a poem for me,written by yousigned by you holding your poemreading... - [Calling](https://literaryyard.com/2023/10/13/calling/): By: Don Tassone Bill Frazier was always drawn to news.  By the time he was eight, he was reading his parents’ newspaper, the World-Herald, all the way through.  It was the first thing he did when he got home from... - ['Guest of Honor' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/10/13/guest-of-honor-and-other-poems/): By Karen Lee Stradford Guest of Honor We hasten to the lobby,Coats hang on armswaiting to get checked in.A hostess directs us to the ballroom,large purple and goldlatex balloons swayin opposite directions.Rectangular tablesset in rowswith padded chairs. The smells offried... - ['Da Capo' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/10/13/da-capo-and-other-poems/): By: Pardee Lowe, Jr. DA CAPO When I was youngAnd poems were strangeI ventured to inquireHow, poet, do words upon the page catch fire? Write, then, write, came the reply,And some day you will know. And so through the years, now,I have... - ['Descent to the Beach' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/10/12/descent-to-the-beach-and-other-poems/): By: Daniel de Culla DESCENT TO THE BEACH Children are already going down to the beachEarthy sand next to the Cantabrian sea.They proclaim joy in their walkGlory and happiness of finding the best placeTo put chairs, mats, towelsTentWhere to dig... - [Fall Haiku](https://literaryyard.com/2023/10/12/fall-haiku/): By: Bruce Levine Cool crisp autumn airInvigorating the soulNature’s golden days Glories yet unknownHidden in happy momentsFall retains its joy Cooler days surroundNow emptying the remnantsOf life’s lethargy Lovely clothes of fallAwakening the mem’riesHappy times ahead Summer winds recedeTime for... - ['A Timepiece' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/10/09/a-timepiece-and-other-poems/): By: Ray Whitaker A TIMEPIECE I ask myself-it is a question thatI wake up with if we all go together,and the past isso distant as to be unseen those that pull us apartseem ‘way over therethat their influence seems subtle... - ['Lost Count In Tulsa' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/10/09/lost-count-in-tulsa-and-other-poems/): By: Anthony David Vernon Lost Count In Tulsa What’s the amount?There are plenty of waysTo count and count…& 3$ LaysI was running some numbers at the 7-11Thought I texted everybody on their birthdaysBut was off by twenty days *** Losing... - ['Haunted Love' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/10/07/haunted-love-and-other-poems/): By Mary Bone Haunted Love Our eyes met across a crowded room.You had smoky azure tints with a gleam,reminding me of a blustery sky.I had never known such intensity.Today I am still haunted by our love.We have traveled light years... - ['New Year Delayed' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2023/10/07/new-year-delayed-and-other-poems/): By: Lorraine Caputo NEW YEAR DELAYED After yet-another-all-day rain, the Old Man Years cannot be set aflame. They are tossed in the trash, to be drowned in the yet-another-all-night shower in the midnight hour painted with fireworks sizzling in the... - [A winter reflection](https://literaryyard.com/2025/04/23/a-winter-reflection/): By: James Aitchison A flute playsin the snowas the soulexaminesthe self,each noteresonatingin the eternalsilence,and the fibresof truth are woveninto a clothof gold. - [The Visionary and the Blue Mist: Into the Akashic Plane](https://literaryyard.com/2025/04/23/the-visionary-and-the-blue-mist-into-the-akashic-plane/): By: Cynthia Pitman to the Harmeling sisters, Fran and Lilah My little sister has the Vision.Born breach at midnight,she was guided into the worldby the gnarled handsof the old shaman-midwife.When my sister wouldn’t stop crying,the shaman spun a spelland gave... - [The Blue Handprint](https://literaryyard.com/2025/04/23/the-blue-handprint/): By: Sandy Fishnets Only God could see his hand trembling as he dragged the brush across the canvas. It wasn’t him painting—it was something else, something desperate, something screaming for release. The strokes came faster, more erratic, as though the... - ['The Black Strap' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/04/22/the-black-strap-and-other-poems/): By: John Ziegler The Black Strap We snitched coins from the Japanese lacquer trayon father’s dresser, cigarettes from mother’s pocketbook. Manners were taught by father. No elbows on the dinner table.No singing.Robert hummed. No humming. Don’t talk with your mouth... - [How to build a brand](https://literaryyard.com/2025/04/22/how-to-build-a-brand/): By James Aitchison According to conventional wisdom, brand owners defined their brands through skilfully crafted advertising messages, delivered daily to billions of consumers through the mass media.  Nowadays, the game has changed.  The media is no longer mass, and brand... - ['White swans on the wing' and other Spring Haiku](https://literaryyard.com/2025/04/17/white-swans-on-the-wing-and-other-spring-haiku/): By: Jim Bates White swans on the wingFlying over frozen lakesSpring so elusive. Spring creeping slowlyPlants lie in fallow slumberWaiting to burst forth. Swamps coming aliveBirds flocking chirping madlyGulls soaring overhead. Another day of sunCloudless sky over open lakeWild geese... - [Threads](https://literaryyard.com/2025/04/17/threads/): By: James Aitchison Why keep the mindshadowed and suppressed?Plunge truth’s razor edgeinto the darkest corners.Cut the threads which tiethe soul to the self.Let no earthly fault beburied in your being.Order and wisdom willbe yours, for youwill not be bound tothis... - [The art of screenwriting](https://literaryyard.com/2025/04/17/the-art-of-screenwriting/): By James Aitchison Great films begin with great scripts.  As Hollywood director Mervyn LeRoy once pointed out, “You can do nothing unless you have it on paper first.” Yet screenwriters suffered more frustrations and a lower status than many other... - [Book Review: ‘In the Wilderness of the World’s Being’ by Thomas Sanfllip](https://literaryyard.com/2025/04/16/book-review-in-the-wilderness-of-the-worlds-being-by-thomas-sanfllip/): By: Onkar Sharma In the Wilderness of the World’s Being by Thomas Sanfilip is a novel that delves into the realms of art, beauty, and the human condition. The narrative unfolds through the eyes of a protagonist who, along with... - [Surviving the Unexpected Path](https://literaryyard.com/2025/04/16/surviving-the-unexpected-path/): By: Torsaa Emmauel Oryiman I had always dreamed of studying at one of the most prestigious universities in Nigeria, Ahmadu Bello University Zaria, University of Nigeria Nsukka, University of Ibadan, and others. I spent sleepless nights researching schools with the... - [Life After Life](https://literaryyard.com/2025/04/16/life-after-life/): By David William Jurgenson Harding felt a pit of dread in his stomach as his boss Jeyaseelan called on him to talk about his end-of-year accruals. He smiled and said, “Um, eh, eh, hhhhhe. Sure.” Chowden’s eyes bulged, and for... - ['player support' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/04/14/player-support/): By Carl Papa Palmer player support three different breakfasts forthree grumpy grouches slowlybecoming two grand girls and a papatalking about the early game of theirfast pitch series forgetting to thankgrandma for getting them out thedoor in time to arrive at... - [On the Absence of Beauty](https://literaryyard.com/2025/04/13/on-the-absence-of-beauty/): By: Thomas Sanfilip It is difficult to know where to begin a serious reappraisal of the arts as they evolve into the 21st century. There is no question a paradigm shift has occurred that bodes serious consequences for the future... - [Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni’s The Palce of Illusions](https://literaryyard.com/2025/04/13/chitra-banerjee-divakarunis-the-palce-of-illusions/): By: Ramlal Agarwal Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni’s The Palace of Illusions (2008) is a conversion of the Indian epic, The Mahabharata, into a 21st-century novel. The Mahabharata expounds the Hindu philosophy of man and his fate. It expounds Hindu beliefs in... - [Sun Tzu and Entertainment: First Blood’s Will’s Folly](https://literaryyard.com/2025/04/12/sun-tzu-and-entertainment-first-bloods-wills-folly/): By: Andrew Nickerson There have been many names throughout history who’ve had a gigantic impact on tactics/strategy. Sadly, many subsequently fell from prominence due to some new factor, such as better weapons or a new means of conducting warfare (ex.... - [The Neurotic Hitman](https://literaryyard.com/2025/04/12/the-neurotic-hitman/): By: Jack Bristow “Just because I kill for a living doesn’t mean I’m a subhuman mongrel with no feelings whatsoever. Even I have my limitations.” How many times have I wanted to share that with my therapist, Dr. Kinzer. But,... - [The Mist](https://literaryyard.com/2025/04/12/the-mist/): By: Christine Schultz Scotty walked to The Lift athletic club humming through the darkness. His routine began at five a.m. with thirty minutes on the treadmill followed by upper body workouts. Every time he pulled down, pressed out and pumped... - [My Exciting Experiences in the Indian Air Force: Make Decisions with Spine](https://literaryyard.com/2025/04/12/my-exciting-experiences-in-the-indian-air-force-make-decisions-with-spine/): By: Professor M.S. Rao “I rose from humble origins with a toxic family background. When I was 18, I dropped out of college to support my parents financially and joined the Indian Air Force. I had to struggle hard to... - [Regarding the Empire Overseas](https://literaryyard.com/2025/04/09/regarding-the-empire-overseas/): By: Mayumi Yamamoto Regarding the Empire Overseas-IAmerican Age Bornin the mid-twentieth century,in an island of Asia,and raisedduring the so-called American Age,unlike the others who flocked to the States,I never made the journey.Nor will I ever. I’ll leave the world without... - [The Top 20 Greatest Lovers, A.D. 2105](https://literaryyard.com/2025/04/09/the-top-20-greatest-lovers-a-d-2105/): By: Tom Ball      I said to the gathering of people, here in Titan city, “That I had compiled the list of the 20 best lovers in the Solar System. Of course, the list was largely subjective, and some great... - ['Everything I Leave Behind' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/04/08/everything-i-leave-behind-and-other-poems/): By: Arvilla Fee Everything I Leave Behind Do not weep, my darling,as you lay me down;I haven’t gone that far; I have flung my poemsinto the stars,see how they winkconspiratoriallyabove your head, I have planted wordsin the aspens and the... - [Book Review: Abundance: The Future Is Better Than You Think by Peter Diamandis and Steven Kotler](https://literaryyard.com/2025/04/07/book-review-abundance-the-future-is-better-than-you-think-by-peter-diamandis-and-steven-kotler/): By: April Mae Berza In an era marked by constant news cycles filled with stories of global challenges, environmental degradation, and societal unrest, it’s easy to become overwhelmed with feelings of pessimism about the future. It seems like every day... - [Book Review: Same As Ever by Morgan Housel](https://literaryyard.com/2025/04/07/book-review-same-as-ever-by-morgan-housel/): By: April Mae Berza Morgan Housel’s Same As Ever is not your typical book. While many works in the realm of personal finance, economics, or self-help focus on offering new and groundbreaking ideas, Housel takes a different approach. Rather than... - [Book Review: Black Arcadia by Kristine Ong Muslim](https://literaryyard.com/2025/04/07/book-review-black-arcadia-by-kristine-ong-muslim/): By: April Mae Berza Kristine Ong Muslim’s Black Arcadia is a mesmerizing poetry collection that offers a haunting exploration of the human experience, blending dark beauty with moments of tenderness. It’s a work that, at first glance, might seem to... - [Ode to dreamful Erlking](https://literaryyard.com/2025/04/07/ode-to-dreamful-erlking/): By: Paweł Markiewicz You dreamful, dreamy, moony and dreamed King of Elves!You became in the most amazing ways: A dazzling statue of Buddha, as If a ghost created it from the moony dreameries.A parrot on the statue: the paradise-like birdie,... - ['Eye's on the Rainbow' and other three-line poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/04/07/eyes-on-the-rainbow-and-other-haiku/): By: Bruce Levine My eye’s on the rainbow Holding on to dreamsKeeping pace with forever My time to shineSimply faded Holding a near empty glass Her life is about making money My life is about making art What is one... - [Trojan Horse](https://literaryyard.com/2025/04/06/trojan-horse/): By: Parthosarothy K Mukherji Who was telling the story? And whose story was it anyway? The words fluttered and flew in the wind. Alexa laughed. The sleek, cylindrical body, within which lurked a deep mind unsuspected by even the most percipient... - [Safe Space](https://literaryyard.com/2025/04/06/safe-space/): By: Parthosarothy K Mukherji As she floated near the observation window of the International Space Station, staring at the Earth  below, she thought about the Archibald MacLeish quote: “To see the Earth as it truly is—small and blue and beautiful... - [Thou, A Fictional Character](https://literaryyard.com/2025/04/05/thou-a-fictional-character/): By: Juairia Hossain Thou, a shade that dwells ‘neath moonlit skies,Thy face a mist, lost in the winds of time,Thou comest when silence doth rise,And shadows of night stretch o’er my rhyme. Oft thou appearest in the darkened veil,When solitude... - ['The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/04/05/the-wreck-of-the-edmund-fitzgerald-and-other-poems/): By: Sawyer Olson The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead,And memory, too, holds its claim.Your voice hums Superior, where the iron ore fled,A ship lost to the storm’s cruel name. Memory,... - [Brilliant Finality](https://literaryyard.com/2025/04/05/brilliant-finality/): By: Harrison Abbott Gerry used to have a son called Saul. One day when Saul was cycling in the local street, a Land Rover failed to see him coming the other direction at the junction. The Land Rover hit Saul... - [Hurricane Helene, a 6-month RECOVERY check-in](https://literaryyard.com/2025/04/05/hurricane-helene-a-6-month-recovery-check-in/): By Carla Ramsdell Well-meaning far-away friends ask – “How are things there? Have y’all RECOVERED?” I know they mean well, but … How do I answer? RE-COVER …. To cover again? What does this even mean?  How will we know... - [Abraham Verghese’s The Covenant of Water](https://literaryyard.com/2025/04/05/abraham-vergheses-the-covenant-of-water/): By: Ramlal Agarwal Abraham Verghese’s The Covenant of Water (2023, Grove Press) is a formidable novel. It is 717 pages long and covers 75 years. It is about three generations and people from three countries. It delineates imperceptible changes from... - ['I am a good friend' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/04/04/i-am-a-good-friend-and-other-poems/): By: Judith Ferster I am a good friend If you do not want me to intrude on your worry for your son fighting for Israel, I won’t. If you tell me on October 7 not to say the words“settler colonialism,”... - [𝐈𝐧 𝐌𝐲 𝐀𝐫𝐭, 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐋𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫](https://literaryyard.com/2025/04/03/%f0%9d%90%88%f0%9d%90%a7-%f0%9d%90%8c%f0%9d%90%b2-%f0%9d%90%80%f0%9d%90%ab%f0%9d%90%ad-%f0%9d%90%92%f0%9d%90%a8%f0%9d%90%a6%f0%9d%90%9e%f0%9d%90%a8%f0%9d%90%a7%f0%9d%90%9e-%f0%9d%90%96%f0%9d%90%a2/): By: Juairia Hossain Someone will livein the quiet strokes of my paintings,in the whispered ink of my pages,a soul I’ve never met, yet always known. Someone will breathebetween my untold verses,within the colours I have yet to name,a part of... - ['The Call' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/04/03/the-call-and-other-poems-2/): By: J.K. Durick The Call They said they’d call whenthey got there, so you waitpretending you aren’t worriedknowing you have no controlover this and many other thingsin the lives of the people aroundyou. So they’ll get there or theywon’t. They’ll... - [Scalped: The Furtive Genocide](https://literaryyard.com/2025/04/02/scalped-the-furtive-genocide/): By: David R. Topper Note: This story is the sequel to Mud: Shtetl to Shoah, published in the Winnipeg Jewish Post & News, September 2023, pp. 34-38. As in Mud, the format is a dialogue between me and my imaginary... - [The Future of Work: Must-Have Skills for 2030](https://literaryyard.com/2025/04/01/the-future-of-work-must-have-skills-for-2030/): The Workplace is Changing—Are You Ready? Imagine stepping into a time machine and traveling back 20 years. The workplace then was vastly different—no smartphones, no widespread remote work, and limited artificial intelligence. Fast forward to today, and technology is reshaping... - [Light](https://literaryyard.com/2025/03/31/light/): By: James Aitchison Why tears?Cry out insteadfor the silence.Achieve releasetoday from all thatstifles your soul.Your true selflives on this earth,but is not of it,untouched by anyvestige of strayhurt or emotion.Open the petalsof your soulto the light. - [March Haiku](https://literaryyard.com/2025/03/31/march-haiku/): By: Jim Bates Dreary windy rainPuddles form on muddy pathsDucks very happy. March blizzard blowingWind-whipping snowstorm madlySwirling like crazy. After the snowfallSoft white blanket covers the landtBeauty unsurpassed. Sunshine snow meltingAfter the storm birds singingTwittering with joy. One goose flying... - ['The past used to be' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/03/31/the-past-used-to-be-and-other-poems/): By: Richard LeDue The past used to be heavy as a bookI always wanted to read,but instead found solacein making sure it was visiblefor the people I thought I neededto impress, while the apathetic dustweighed me down even more,like I... - [The Waiting Room](https://literaryyard.com/2025/03/31/the-waiting-room/): By: Joan Slatoff They should have private waiting areas at this clinic. It’s embarrassing; everyone knows why we’re here.  There’s only the two of us in reception at the moment, me and that girl in the corner chair. I used... - [Silver Alert  ](https://literaryyard.com/2025/03/31/silver-alert/): By: Donna Gum Jenkins would have given in to despair long ago, living with his miser of a daughter. Mary Sue wanted him to sign over his wealth, which Jenkins refused. He didn’t know what he would do without Amelia,... - [House of Money](https://literaryyard.com/2025/03/31/house-of-money/): By: Duane L Herrmann     The young man was eager to buy his first house. He had heard that you could get a good deal at a house auction. The house might need work to fix it up, but if... - [The White Rajahs of Borneo](https://literaryyard.com/2025/03/31/the-white-rajahs-of-borneo/): By James Aitchison A white ruler of a savage jungle populated by headhunters; an English family dynasty controlling a far-flung outpost of the Empire.  Something out of a boys’ adventure storybook?  Or a Hollywood movie starring Errol Flynn? History brims... - [Pressing trousers ](https://literaryyard.com/2025/03/31/pressing-trousers/): By: Debbie Tunstall ” Sit down,” he said.“What can I do to help?” I’ll slouch downhead hung low, mind clenching words. Then something extraordinary happens- emotions paint the room. He looks up, opens lipssounds of deafening silence. I stand up,... - [Winter Haiku](https://literaryyard.com/2025/03/30/winter-haiku-2/): By Bruce Levine A winter morningSunshine fills crispy, clean airSnow is on the ground Fighting off the coldPeople bundled to the neckHats and scarves and gloves Frozen hands and feetTime for a hot chocolate breakWhen will winter end Winter’s frozen... - [The F-Word](https://literaryyard.com/2025/03/30/the-f-word/): By William T. Hathaway “Fascism” is the current malediction of the left media to evoke fear and loathing of Trump, Alternatives for Germany (AfD), and other right-wing movements. It’s a strongly charged term, but false and harmful. What we are... - [Looking Back After Years](https://literaryyard.com/2025/03/25/looking-back-after-years/): By: Imran Zarif  Arman stood at the entrance of his childhood home, now worn with time. The walls, once filled with laughter, whispered tales of the past. Everything happens on time, he thought. With time, we evolve, we part our... - [Tolkien: the lord of the stories](https://literaryyard.com/2025/03/25/tolkien-the-lord-of-the-stories/): By James Aitchison In the early 1930s, a middle-aged Oxford University professor sat down at his desk, reached for a blank sheet of paper, and scribbled the immortal words: “In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit.” The... - [Four Winter Haiku](https://literaryyard.com/2025/03/19/four-winter-haiku-7/): By: Jim Bates Winter’s frigid songCold wind howling through bare treesWindswept melody. Clear cold winter night Dome of stars bright and immenseStarlight streaming bliss. Out comet huntingSaw instead a soft sunsetMagic in the sky. Winter afternoonSunlight hanging suspendedAlmost whispering. - [Sun Tzu and Entertainment: Beauty and the Beast [i]](https://literaryyard.com/2025/03/19/sun-tzu-and-entertainment-beauty-and-the-beast-i/): By: Andrew Nickerson In military tactics/strategy, many great names have risen/fallen in prominence. However, one name has consistently stood the test of time: Sun Tzu, author of The Art of War. This 2,000-year-old text set the standard for everything from... - [Scenes from a marriage](https://literaryyard.com/2025/03/18/scenes-from-a-marriage/): By: Marc Livanos It was late January and the air was damp. There was a dusting of snow. The panels on the windows were frosted. The fireplace burned brightly. Audrey and I live in a cul-de-sac of Ficus and evergreens.... - [Gary Campbell](https://literaryyard.com/2025/03/13/gary-campbell/): By: Bruce Levine Gary Campbell weighed his options. He could stay on the course he’d started at fourteen or now, at twenty-four, shift gears and go in another direction. The problem was, what else could he do?                 He was... - [Leslie Charteris: the Sainted author](https://literaryyard.com/2025/03/12/leslie-charteris-the-sainted-author/): By James Aitchison He was born in Singapore to a Chinese father and British mother.  Not only was he the most successful Singaporean author of all time, but also the creator of a character whose uninterrupted success was one of... - [Choices](https://literaryyard.com/2025/03/07/choices/): By: James Aitchison Unthinking,unaware of his path,man makes choices,takes refuge in the transient,favours the fault lineover the rock.Every man has hismeasure of goodness.He is never lost.In the stillness of his soul,he can reclaim hispurpose and his gifts.The wheel spinsthe truth. - [A Talk With Mother Nature](https://literaryyard.com/2025/03/07/a-talk-with-mother-nature/): By: Bruce Levine “It’s still cold out,” she said as soon as she returned from walking their dog. “Time to have a talk with Mother Nature.”                 The calendar was nearing April, he agreed, and while the temperature was considered... - ['Weighted flight' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/03/05/weighted-flight-and-other-poems/): By: Kyle Joseph Omandac Ilustrisimo Weighted flight I was once a free birdGracefully swifting through spaceUnbothered by the whistling turbulenceA bird that morning delights breed But then, my life happenedThe weight of feathers doubledBody stuffed with tripled troubleAnd now, I... - [The Elegy to Orpheus](https://literaryyard.com/2025/03/05/the-elegy-to-orpheus/): By: Pawel Markiewicz Your lute became supernaturally amaranthine.Its melody belonged to marvel of realm full muses.The tender Gods love you – Orpheus and your musing charm.And your homeland – worshipped each your dreamy song and ballads. Soft birds and dazzling... - [Not my Papa - an ode by Skittles](https://literaryyard.com/2025/03/03/not-my-papa-an-ode-by-skittles/): By Carl Papa Palmer Folks getting ready to go I’m sadI see my carrier I’m happyI go too good or not so gooddepends on where we’re goingPapa’s house or the vetwhen my door opens I’m happyPapa’s house good not the... - [Autumn in the Heart](https://literaryyard.com/2025/03/03/autumn-in-the-heart/): By: Paweł Markiewicz If you have autumn in your heart, blessed soul,the morning star foretells rain of memories here.Highlights and shadows – an ontological being.I’m curious about your paths, your ethical emotions.If the heart breaks the ice of memory,the heart... - ['Confrontation' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/03/03/confrontation-and-other-poems/): By DJ Tyrer Confrontation A fluid momentTempers rising like the tideInhibitions like flood defencesCan only stall the inevitableA turn-the-the-cheek momentSlip away from the rageBiting your tongueEscape the confrontation Exhaustion ExhaustionCrashes like wavesUpon the shoreOf wakefulnessEncroachingUpon the waking mindOverwhelmingSubsumingWearing downAs the... - ['Fathoms of the Mind' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/03/03/fathoms-of-the-mind-and-other-poems/): By: Tasmia Islam Aurin Fathoms of the Mind Splintered light—a glimmer, a ghost—flickering between reason and ruin. Echoes of laughter,fractured, hollow,carving tunnels in the marrow of thought. Desire—a hand reaching through fog, grasping shadows,mistaking them for home. Memory drifts—salt-stung, half-erased,names... - [Simenon: the man who wrote 400 books](https://literaryyard.com/2025/03/02/simenon-the-man-who-wrote-400-books/): By James Aitchison Arguably, there has never been an author like him.  He wrote more than 400 novels — many in a matter of days — as well as 21 volumes of memoirs and countless short stories.  His sales topped... - [Five Moon Haiku](https://literaryyard.com/2025/03/02/five-moon-haiku/): By: Jim Bates Hunter Moon risingFloating above the tree lineSublime cosmic gift. Above midnight landSilver sliver moon risingSoft serenity. Big bright Harvest MoonNorthern Lights shimmering greenNight sky full of joy. Full moon bright and boldShadows dance across the landLike a... - [Stay](https://literaryyard.com/2025/03/02/stay-2/): By: Debbie Tunstall I am the earth, wind and fire.I am the soft swishing water over minds.I know that’s impossible for you to believe, but I think you’ll know when it’s time.I remember when there was nothing to feel inside,I... - [The longing - The Pindaric Ode](https://literaryyard.com/2025/03/02/the-longing-the-pindaric-ode/): By: Pawel Markiewicz You – such a dreamery born from Dionysian odeslike tender day in Your winds – enchanted butterflies as the Golden Fleece – bewitched in my meek fantasy august paradise lost is thus found and so dreamy You... - [Bakery Window](https://literaryyard.com/2025/03/01/bakery-window/): By: Stefan Sofiski The grey hour… I wait for her at the square. Behind me is a bronze statue of a priest, hand raised at his invisible congregation. Trams’ iron wheels screech around me. Hers is late. I draw from... - ['Kairos' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/03/01/kairos-and-other-poems/): By: Jim Murdoch Kairos Who lets slip Fortune, her shall never find.Occasion once pass’d by, is bald behind.– Abraham Cowley, Pyramus and Thisbe There is only now.There is no unnow or antinow.There are past nowsand the nows to come(the so-called... - [The Turning Point](https://literaryyard.com/2025/02/28/the-turning-point/): By: Dr. Gulshan Ara It was a small island in the middle of the Pacific OceanVacationing tourists came from afarColorful flood light painted the canvas of the moonlightFull moon in the sky and music in the air cast a magical... - ['Canned Corn Left on the Store Shelf' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/02/27/canned-corn-left-on-the-store-shelf-and-other-poems/): By: Richard LeDue Canned Corn Left on the Store Shelf I am a genius according to a websitebecause I had some of the characteristicsit listed, like messy handwriting,even though I’ve never eaten a burgerwith the president, and instead writepoems like... - [How Pearl and Clarence won the West](https://literaryyard.com/2025/02/26/how-pearl-and-clarence-won-the-west/): By James Aitchison It’s hard to believe that the two men who wrote the best known, two-fisted, gun-slinging Western novels had such odd, even inappropriate names.  One was named Pearl.  The other, Clarence.  They were born eleven years apart and... - [Book Review: "Love It Was Never Meant for Me" – A Roller Coaster of Love and Loss](https://literaryyard.com/2025/02/26/book-review-love-it-was-never-meant-for-me-a-roller-coaster-of-love-and-loss/): By Onkar Sharma Romance stories rarely capture my attention, but Love It Was Never Meant for Me by Kulbhushan Chaudhary, alias KK, proved to be an exception. Despite sitting on my desk untouched for over a week, once I began... - [A Missed Opportunity](https://literaryyard.com/2025/02/26/a-missed-opportunity/): By Taylor Dibbert The child custody litigation Was an opportunity For the two of them To grow closer But the opposite happened. ### Taylor Dibbert is a writer, journalist, and poet in Washington, DC. He’s author of, most recently, the... - [Is Fascism on the Rise in Germany?](https://literaryyard.com/2025/02/26/is-fascism-on-the-rise-in-germany/): By William T. Hathaway The German establishment is in crisis. It has ruled for 80 years by charting a middle course between progressive and conservative policies. Labor and business have cooperated to achieve social and economic stability. But that consensus... - ['Why I write' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/02/24/why-i-write-and-other-poems/): By: Annapurani Vaidyanathan Why I write Writing is never just a hobby.Sometimes, it is about giving meaningto words that have been meandering aimlessly along the lanes of your mind.Sometimes, it is about marryingtwo extremely unlikely phrasesjust so you can define... - ['Frozen night' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/02/22/frozen-night-and-other-poems/): By: Ranjit K Sahu Frozen night The stars twinkle in the moon glowBut the sky’s darkness is not missedThe earth’s weary from winter bluesAnd with snow showers it is kissed The white expanse is pure for sure,And divine as divine... - [Jekyll Island: where the eagle never landed](https://literaryyard.com/2025/02/21/jekyll-island-where-the-eagle-never-landed/): By James Aitchison In 1975, Jack Higgins wrote The Eagle Has Landed, a fictional German plot to kidnap Winston Churchill from a Norfolk village.  The movie starred Michael Caine, Donald Sutherland, and Robert Duvall. A brilliant plot?  Yes, and one... - [How to Write a Philosophy Paper Like a Pro? Here’s the Ultimate Cheat Sheet](https://literaryyard.com/2025/02/21/how-to-write-a-philosophy-paper-like-a-pro-heres-the-ultimate-cheat-sheet/): This article highlights the top 10 cheat tricks to write an outstanding philosophy paper. Continue reading till the end to crack the code of an impressive philosophy dissertation. By: Hannah Williams Philosophical papers are not like the normal papers students... - [Four Winter Haiku](https://literaryyard.com/2025/02/20/four-winter-haiku-5/): By: Jim Bates Frozen icy pondMarsh grass and cattails stand tallNot bothered by snow. Wintery wind blowingGrey skies thick with snowy cloudsWarm blankets await..Horizon fadingFluffy snowflakes ultra-lightSoftening the day. Zero below daySoup simmers while cornbread bakesComfort food delights - [Most Special Glasses](https://literaryyard.com/2025/02/18/most-special-glasses/): By: Don Leo adjusted a tiny dial on the black frames of his eyeglasses with one hand and tapped a few keys on his laptop with the other.      “Come on,” he pleaded under his breath.  “Work.”      Leo looked... - [The (mostly) True Story of Isabella Labatt](https://literaryyard.com/2025/02/18/the-mostly-true-story-of-isabella-labatt/): By John RC Potter           It was one of those chilly and snowy evenings in southwestern Ontario that seemed to be worse back in the mid-70s when this story takes place. My younger sister Barb and I were pleased to... - [Neha Bansal’s ‘Six Of Cups’: Sensory Drive through Emotional Memories](https://literaryyard.com/2025/02/17/neha-bansals-six-of-cups-sensory-drive-through-emotional-memories/): By Onkar Sharma Neha Bansal’s “Six of Cups” is a poignant journey through memory, a collection that vividly recreates the landscapes of childhood and youth. Bansal’s strength lies in her evocative imagery, transforming ordinary moments into sensory experiences for the... - [‘E’ is for](https://literaryyard.com/2025/02/17/e-is-for/): By: Bhawna Vij Arora  ‘Enigma-the helpless rage/when earth’s convulsions/rub on the skin of your existence. ‘E’ is for Envy-the red-eyed sun/eclipses/the earth in me/you and I burn/like a moth/to embers in this ring of fire.  ‘E’ is for Eager-the ants... - [A Kind of Medicine](https://literaryyard.com/2025/02/16/a-kind-of-medicine/): By Harrison Abbott The man that was on the bed next to me died last week, so it’s just me in the ward now. I miss him. He was called Miles and was about 40 years older than me. I... - ['Departures' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/02/16/departures-and-other-poems/): By: Harry Lowery Departures losing CO2 in the Jet2 queue,staining Carhartt with heartache,barcodes beep & promises pall between staff & sightseers& parents cheering up children& new lovers arrivingchinos & eyes emptyinto a grey tray, passingSaint Peter with an automatic& cutting... - [A hole in the heart](https://literaryyard.com/2025/02/16/a-hole-in-the-heart/): By: Achingliu Kamei Pristine beauty, they sayBut where do you begin to write? In the Land where oil flows under the hillsLittered with gold dust, black goldOn which everything grows except peaceThe sky is blue, and the mists laden with... - [REMY](https://literaryyard.com/2025/02/14/remy/): By Karen Lee Stradford A blessing will arrive,sail in by a pleasant storm.Prayers set to guide its coursescriptures read to finda biblical name. In March,Remy will row inwith a splash aslove waits for himon the other side. He will hope... - ['Deep Challenge' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/02/14/deep-challenge-and-other-poems/): By: Viator Deep Challenge The steep terrain was the attraction to meat five or six when on a fishing trip to the near northand the river whose bank here, from the quietroad, dropped with such an angle under the treesand... - [The way](https://literaryyard.com/2025/02/12/the-way/): By: James Aitchison Take refuge in the pureheart of your being.Your soul houseseverything you need.What other men callsecrets, you call knowledge.For you can live the wayall men should live, neverjudging, never prejudiced,at peace on the right path,content with wisdomthat abolishes... - ['Kiss' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/02/10/kiss-and-other-poems/): By: Yucheng Tao Kiss Under obsidian clouds,Flowers kiss bees.Bees gaze at the soil—Who will kiss it? Purple Yesterday, today, tomorrow — all purple.Yesterday, today, I can’t sleep.Tomorrow’s test is hard and purple.My emotions are purple,even the exam paper is purple.Purple... - [V.S. Naipaul's 'India: A Wounded Civilization' - Calling a spade a spade](https://literaryyard.com/2025/02/10/v-s-naipauls-india-a-wounded-civilization-calling-a-spade-a-spade/): By: Ramlal Agarwal  V.S. Naipaul had a curious relationship with India. It was a country of his ancestors who settled in Trinidad as indentured labourers. He had grown up in Trinidad among a sizeable community of Indians who practised Hindu... - [Fact: one man’s truth is another man’s lie](https://literaryyard.com/2025/02/07/fact-one-mans-truth-is-another-mans-lie/): By James Aitchison The New York Times masthead proclaims: “All the news that’s fit to print.”  The newspaper’s mission is clear: “We seek the truth and help people understand the world.  This mission is rooted in our belief that great journalism has... - ['Standing On the Edge' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/02/07/standing-on-the-edge-and-other-poems-2/): By: Michelle Murray Standing On the Edge Standing on the edgeTeeteringTotteringTrying not to fall offIt’s a balancing actStep rightThen step leftSoftlySlowlySo as not to slipSwinging my arms to balanceLike a circus actTrying to stay onTrying not to fallTo fall would... - ['Abiding' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/02/06/abiding-and-other-poems/): By: John Muro Abiding I’ve come to this stretch of shorelinewith an uncertain purpose, watchingthe early autumn light pinking the hill-sides and the small swells that risethen pause in dramatic fashion, seemingto hold back time and allowing me todraw in... - [Release](https://literaryyard.com/2025/02/06/release/): By: James Aitchison Beneath every roof inthe world, fear and suspicioncoexist with love.Such is the imbalance of lifeand human discord.Goodness falls upon thegreat ocean of peopleand is swallowed a million timesby grief. Walk away.Released from your struggle,the soul which seeks... - ['Gingham' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/02/05/gingham-and-other-poems/): By: Stephen Mead Gingham This is geometrical, this stitchedcross-hatching of order in squares & rectanglesso often seeming to flow even if ironed, hemmed,the plaid weave of kilts given to cotton – this dress,that Italian restaurant’s tablecloth, though the word’s originis... - [Bottom’s Up](https://literaryyard.com/2025/02/05/bottoms-up-2/): By: Kenneth M. Kapp Hype for the fight started six months out. Tom B. Topus and Will T. Snod were in the top ten of heavyweights. Both had impressive records, winning more than 70% of their fights by knockouts. People... - [The Girl At The Back Of The Bus](https://literaryyard.com/2025/02/04/the-girl-at-the-back-of-the-bus/): By: William Kitcher The February night was cold, windy, damp, and slushy. The plows hadn’t completely cleared the roads and the near-freezing temperature kept everything in a state of flux. The girl passed by the front of the subway station... - [Lubbing my GGG (great grand girl – 2 years old)](https://literaryyard.com/2025/02/04/lubbing-my-ggg-great-grand-girl-2-years-old/): By: Carl Papa Palmer I point at her Mommyand say she’s my MommyShe hugs Mommy and saysNo she’s my MommyI lub you Mommy I point at her GiGiand say she’s my GiGiShe hugs GiGi and saysNo she’s my GiGiI lub... - [Tchaikovsky’s Swan Lake](https://literaryyard.com/2024/05/02/tchaikovskys-swan-lake/): By: Josephine Forch Morose those creatures of dancers’ corpses are,the swans whose ambiguity dissolves in parts of sand.Whose plain pale feathers under the moonlight shine,and ribcages unravel human,puppets on a stage bearing skirts and faces unkind,Whose eyes solidify to melancholic... - [The Fruit](https://literaryyard.com/2024/05/01/the-fruit/): By: Daniel Colbert In the beginning, word went round:“There’s something stirring up from the ground.”The angels made a happy sound.It was good. There’s a tree with fruit that opens your eyes;Suddenly, now, there’s truth and lies.It’s gonna be some kind... - [A Literary Interpretation of the “Fall of Man” Story in Genesis 3](https://literaryyard.com/2024/05/01/a-literary-interpretation-of-the-fall-of-man-story-in-genesis-3/): The essay that follows reflects my understanding of these extraordinary stories through the lens of a literary reading, i.e., setting down the baggage that comes from reading the texts as sacred and instead engaging with them as literature, as suggested by the literary critic Harold Bloom in his “The Book of J.” - ['Thirteen Ways of Looking at an Unwritten Poem' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/04/28/thirteen-ways-of-looking-at-unwritten-poem/): By: Benjamin Thorne Thirteen Ways of Looking at an Unwritten Poem Iblack ants scurryrandomly,ignoring my commands IIa sinking islandof white spacesubmergedin a white sea,a melting icebergof thought IIIthe poem is a pregnant pauseuncomfortably waitingto give birth IVpaper blossoms with salt-water... - ['The Day is Religious' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/04/28/the-day-is-religious-and-other-poems/): By: Tim Suermondt The Day is Religious And an angel on the streetcalls for me to come down. “Don’t you mean come up?”“Just do it,” she says, the irritationin her voice can’t be hidden. I put on my shoes and... - ['I Wonder What I’d Do If I Were Invisible For One Day' and poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/04/26/i-wonder-what-id-do-if-i-were-invisible-for-one-day-and-poems/): By: Andal Srivatsan I Wonder What I’d Do If I Were Invisible For One Day In my head, I’d be a samaritan – take on exigent issues of the day,like poverty. The other day, I spotteda young girl in the... - [The Power of A Big Brother](https://literaryyard.com/2024/04/26/the-power-of-a-big-brother/): By: Yoonwoo Lee I give something many volunteers cannot — the gift of being a big brother to third grader Yoo Sangho. Sangho doesn’t really like school, but he studies a lot. Eternally upbeat, he enjoys his life, as simple... - ['The Old Men' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/04/26/the-old-men-and-other-poems/): By: Steve Grogan “The Old Men” I’ll be one of them someday,the old men who wait on the lonely park bench. The October dust comesas Halloween breathes around them.Autumn glows on their shoulders. The old men sit therewaiting for something to... - [Drive-In Movie Haiku](https://literaryyard.com/2024/04/24/drive-in-movie-haiku/): By: Laura Stamps Guess what? Six months atmy new job, and I got araise. Wow. Love this state. Florida. Glad Imoved. Love my job. And my raise.Time to celebrate! A drive-in movie.We should go. Tonight. Me andHazel. What’s playing? Hazel... - [I long for you](https://literaryyard.com/2024/04/24/i-long-for-you/): By Tabussum Sumaiya I long for youLike the pinnacle of the mountain,That longs to reach the skyThe sun through the dense woodsTo meet the green,I will gently touch your skin. Like the setting sun,Longs to meet the moonThe waterfalls fall... - [Valentine Surprise](https://literaryyard.com/2024/04/23/valentine-surprise/): By Stephen Tillman “Not here!” Julie exclaimed as Mark held open the door of the restaurant. “It’s too fancy and too expensive. I’m not dressed for a place like this. You said it would be casual.” “Don’t you worry your... - [The Gal on a Door   ](https://literaryyard.com/2024/04/23/the-gal-on-a-door/): By John RC Potter Let me tell you a story of a galon a doorin the back of a station wagonon her wayto the hospital,and how she ended up there. Becky had a freefall from grace,barrelling out the kitchen door;in... - [The Blizzard of 1978](https://literaryyard.com/2024/04/18/the-blizzard-of-1978/): By: Fran Schumer             Some time ago, when I was a young mother, a woman in my neighborhood told me that every day at about 2 p.m., before her daughter came home from school, she would masturbate. If her husband,... - ['Hesitation' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/04/17/hesitation-and-other-poems/): Chloe Min's poignant collection reflects on transience and the pain of parting. From hesitating to leave a loved one to the quiet disappearance of spring and joyous moments under a rainbow parachute, her verses capture fleeting beauty. Sand grains in her "Memories" symbolize the fading past, mirroring life's impermanence. Chloe, a student at Oak Hill School, cherishes reading, writing, and chess. - [205](https://literaryyard.com/2024/04/16/205/): By Nicola Vallera It’s the craziest day of my life, and I’m heading into the department stores for Christmas shopping. I wasn’t planning on buying anything for anyone. I’m thirty-one, my folks are gone, and my relatives are memories. Thank... - [The Woman on the Wall](https://literaryyard.com/2024/04/16/the-woman-on-the-wall/): By: Erik Priedkalns There is a Japanese woman carved into the side of a mountain, on the face of a granite wall. The wall is deep in a Niigata Forest, close to the Sea of Japan. She sits high in... - [Business Class](https://literaryyard.com/2024/04/16/business-class/): By Taylor Dibbert He’s settling intoHis business class seatOn a flight headingFrom DCTo DohaAnd thenHe’ll fly toSri Lanka,A long wayTo go andHe’s feelingSo gratefulFor this seat. ### Taylor Dibbert is a writer, journalist, and poet in Washington, DC. “Invictus,” his... - [Steam Train](https://literaryyard.com/2024/04/16/steam-train/): In the quaint Alpine village of Valles, Emily develops a lifelong fascination with a stationary steam train, symbolizing her quest for love. Despite various relationships and the fading allure of the train over decades, she eventually finds contentment with Pieter. Returning to Valles, the ever-present steam is gone, replaced by shared laughter and new beginnings. - [10 Things Heavier People Can Do To Sleep Better](https://literaryyard.com/2024/04/15/10-things-heavier-people-can-do-to-sleep-better/): To improve your sleep quality despite carrying a few extra pounds, there are several practical steps to ponder. You’ve got to understand the link between your weight and sleep quality.  It’s key to establish a consistent sleep schedule, avoid caffeine... - [Honesty](https://literaryyard.com/2024/04/15/honesty/): By: James Aitchison See how a life can wander,unaware of its true path.All beings aspire to be eternal.Eternity is within,discovered in the silent soul.Hear the Voice that speaksuntiringly, words of peaceand purity.Honesty is the key toself and soul.Master the self,unlock... - [Is Our Sum Equal to Zero?](https://literaryyard.com/2024/04/14/is-our-sum-equal-to-zero/): Struggling with existential questions and the complexity of life, the narrator reflects on their journey from childhood outcast to failed entrepreneur alongside their partner. Revisiting past failures and confronting unending challenges, the duo wrestles with the concept of purpose and the angst of unrealized dreams, as they approach the cusp of turning 30. Despite the fear of futility, they yet cling to the hope of finding their path and continue to seek a meaningful existence. - [I’m sorry I lied](https://literaryyard.com/2024/04/14/im-sorry-i-lied/): Reese Scott warns against heeding the disillusioned older generation, who've abandoned their dreams, turning to gin and cigarettes, physically deteriorating. At 55, they're aware of their emptiness and inability to offer protection but vows honesty and a futile attempt to save you, ending with an apology. - ['Uncle Ernest' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/04/14/uncle-ernest-and-other-poems/): By: John Ziegler Uncle Ernest was a thin man, bent crane-like. His Adam’s apple bobbed with his keening harangue. Also when he laughed. A bank clerk, he was invested, AT&T, U.S. Steel. He died alone in the shower, discovered by... - [The Ritterson School for Psychic Powers](https://literaryyard.com/2024/04/14/the-ritterson-school-for-psychic-powers/): David William Jurgenson pens a tale set in Frankenstein, Missouri, where young Vallow, accused of arson, contests her expulsion at Ritterson, a dubious school for the gifted. As she confronts Headmaster McGovern about the institution's true nature, she's unwillingly sacrificed to a dark deity after a chilling incantation, revealing the school's nefarious purpose. - [The Serpent](https://literaryyard.com/2024/04/14/the-serpent/): By: Henry Simpson The previous owners of the house Susie and I recently bought had neglected the front and back yards. Artists, hippies, lazy folks, or whatever they were, they were not neat and tidy. Slobs, actually, though Susie would... - [McSanskrit: The origins of Scottish language   ](https://literaryyard.com/2024/04/14/mcsanskrit-the-origins-of-scottish-language/): By: James Aitchison The debate rages in scholarly circles: what language did the ancient inhabitants of Scotland speak?  Did the Picts possess a lost language, was it an Indo-European dialect, or was it simply Celtic? Our first clues can be... - [Elon Musk’s Bed Stand](https://literaryyard.com/2024/04/10/elon-musks-bed-stand/): By: Walt Shulits Is it a covert confession, his guilt gushing, grabbing him by the ankles and shaking until truth tumbles onto the nightstand or is the photo his personal meme, the renunciation of a carefully cultivated carapace, an assertion of who he really... - [Why I Music](https://literaryyard.com/2024/04/10/why-i-music/): By: Caleb Park Music is a noun. Here’s what Google says about music: “vocal or instrumental sounds (or both) combined in such a way as to produce beauty of form, harmony, and expression of emotion.” So obviously, it doesn’t really... - [Alan’s Bill Complaint](https://literaryyard.com/2024/04/10/alans-bill-complaint/): Alan is shocked by an $815 landline bill, presuming Daria's unauthorized international calls are to blame. She dismisses his concerns, claiming the calls were for organizing 'talcum powder' shipments, a gift plan for friends. Alan's frustration spills over literally and verbally, while Daria defends her extravagant actions, hinting at a lucrative scheme. Despite his anger at her disregard for money and assistance, Alan's deep-seated fascination with Daria's unconventional nature prevails. - [Let's be realistic](https://literaryyard.com/2024/04/10/lets-be-realistic/):  By: Idoko Jennifer Uloma What if we become more realistic? What if we put pretence to stop? What if we dispose of our masks and become our true selves? What if we become carefree and unapologetically ourselves? What if we... - [The Bright Yellow Birdhouse ](https://literaryyard.com/2024/04/08/the-bright-yellow-birdhouse/): Theodore "Ted" Kortenkamp, now a junior partner at a prestigious law firm, lives in the shadow of his successful father and under the weight of family expectations. Experiencing difficulty in his marriage due to reluctance about starting a family, Ted has a realization after observing a wren's domestic bliss in a bright yellow birdhouse his wife, Ellie, had hung in their patio. This moment of introspection leads Ted to confront his fears, culminating in a reconciliatory moment with Ellie, where he finally agrees it's time to start their family. The story is written by Leon Kortenkamp, a San Francisco Bay Area writer and artist with an extensive background including military service and a Master of Fine Arts degree. - [City of Light and Love](https://literaryyard.com/2024/04/08/city-of-light-and-love/): Daniel de Culla paints a critical and humorous picture of Paris, mocking its nicknames 'City of Light' and 'City of Love'. He describes the Ferris Wheel at the amusement park as a highlight, offering views of landmarks like Notre Dame and the Eiffel Tower. Yet, he warns of the expensive café drinks and the undesirable taste of holy water. With sarcasm, he recounts the disillusionment in the quest for love, seeking but not finding satisfaction in Pigalle's notorious Moulin Rouge, mocked by the dancers for their unmet desires, leading to a disappointing turn in a sex shop. De Culla's narrative carries a caution from his father, emphasizing the illusion versus the reality of the city's promises. - [ Spring Haiku](https://literaryyard.com/2024/04/08/spring-haiku-3/): By: Jim Bates Beneath the tree topsA lush carpet of soft fernsBeckons one to rest. Sunlight sparklingOn water droplets fallingBirds frolic beneath. Snow-On-the-MountainSoft green and white groundcoverSoothing to the soul. After hot yard workResting under shady treesCool breeze refreshes. Cascading... - [Winter Haiku](https://literaryyard.com/2024/04/08/winter-haiku/): By: Jim Bates After the snowstormWinter’s soft gentle beautySnow on evergreens. Glorious bright moonShining on snow reflectingBrilliant winter light. At the skating rinkHappy folks spin and swirlA winter ballet. Sunlit snow fallingTiny flakes frosting the groundSparkling and gleaming. Bleak gray... - ['Intake' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/04/08/intake-and-other-poems/): By: James Hippie Intake The intake psychiatrist asked meif I was hearing voices,experiencing hallucinations,or believed I possessedany superpowers. Then he asked meto remember three words: AppleBroadwayPencil Twenty-seven yearslater I canstill recall them,like a mantraor form ofsympathetic magic. As long as... - ['Forest Dwelling Thing' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/04/08/forest-dwelling-thing-and-other-poems/): By: Ryan Quinn Flanagan Forest Dwelling Thing No druid-hung tree for you,no forest dwelling thing,no bloodletters or caregivers –please pass the silent leech tongsof dinner table etiquette. For what ails, there is no cure.No principality of common refuge. That dangling... - [Priest’s Palette](https://literaryyard.com/2024/04/02/priests-palette/): Carl Papa Palmer recounts his family's humorous take on Ash Wednesday, with the priest's ashen cross on his father's bald head growing each year. His mother jokes about his 'big canvas,' and the siblings teasingly join in. The threat of skipping ice cream silences them, revealing a heartwarming family tradition imbued with laughter and sentiment. - [Birthday Memorial with Tenten](https://literaryyard.com/2024/04/02/birthday-memorial-with-tenten/): Mayumi reflects on the absence of a loved one during a past birthday, with her pet Tenten still alive then. Now, as another birthday approaches without Tenten, the loved one has returned. Amidst tragedies in the world, Mayumi's perspective on her small world shifts, desiring the loved one's presence until her life's end. - [Compassion: Healing a Disconnected World](https://literaryyard.com/2024/04/02/compassion-healing-a-disconnected-world/): Harper Lee's "To Kill a Mockingbird" promotes compassion to counteract racism, as illustrated by Atticus Finch's advice to his daughter Scout. Research from Stanford and the University of Texas reinforces the importance of compassion and self-compassion for psychological and social well-being. Kindness and compassion also have contagious effects that benefit society. However, global happiness is declining, a phenomenon that can be remedied by fostering compassion, which is crucial for a content and connected society. - ['The World is Not Renewed' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/04/02/the-world-is-not-renewed-and-other-poems/): By: R.T. Castleberry THE WORLD IS NOT RENEWED Sleeping beneathGoodwill blanket and sheets,the first rattle of winteragainst the windows,I take tension intoevery breathing day.Feral, almost criminal,I drive back threats, toss backtavern shots and beers.No matter where I strike,any lie or... - [Peace Meeting](https://literaryyard.com/2024/04/01/peace-meeting/): By: Dr. Charles Gibson O peace, where art thou? Seek me out as a prize, inthe midst of a plate, observedby one who hungers for fulfillment.Take hold of me, like a memorizedlover, infatuated with my very presence.Grip me, O peace,... - [When does love happen?](https://literaryyard.com/2024/03/31/when-does-love-happen/): By: Vanaja Malathy What is love? Love is love! Does love happen among the equals? not always…remember the Vendetta between two families of Romeo and Juliet Does love happen between two youngsters? not always… recall Vladimir Nabokov’s Lolita Does love... - [The world](https://literaryyard.com/2024/03/31/the-world/): By: James Aitchison The world does not wait.I will.Hear my voice in thestillness. In the calmnessthat defies distractions.Know the passages oflives and fates,know of the death thatfollows each death,know of love beyond love.The world and its opinionsare not important.I will... - [Raj Kamal Jha's The Patient in Bed Number 12](https://literaryyard.com/2024/03/31/raj-kamal-jhas-the-patient-in-bed-number-12/): By: Ramlal Agarwal  Raj Kamal Jha is an IIT student and holds a Master’s from the University of Southern California. He is the chief editor at The Indian Express, the largest newspaper in India. He appeared on the literary scene in 1996 with... - ['Spring Erases Winter' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/03/31/spring-erases-winter-and-other-poems/): By: Bruce Levine Spring Erases Winter The season of snow Comes to an end As all things must Winter melts with The residue of ice Making way for the spring As the budding of trees And crocuses sprouting Forecast the... - [FREDDIE](https://literaryyard.com/2024/03/30/freddie-2/): By: Harrison Abbott My brother Freddie was sentenced to be executed. He’d been on Death Row for years; but he was due to be killed next week. On the Tuesday. So I drove over to see him for one last... - [Three Spring Haiku](https://literaryyard.com/2024/03/30/three-spring-haiku/): By Jim Bates After somber rainPretty morning glories bloomUnexpected gift. Belief they will growCarrot seeds planted with careFaith in Nature’s hands. Woodland stream babblingBubbling along trickling songNature’s lullaby. - ['The Ocean Between Two Souls' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/03/30/the-ocean-between-two-souls-and-other-poems/): By Nolo Segundo The Ocean Between Two Souls When you tryto understand anotherand find a wall put up in haste,orcome upon an old moatwith more mud than wateryet still impassableandyou wonder once againwhy there’s alwaysan abyssbetween you and the other…... - ['Wheels of Reinvention' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/03/30/wheels-of-reinvention-and-other-poems/): By: Wayne Russell Wheels of Reinvention Another rainy night,driving in darknessilluminated only bypale headlights.In the rearview mirror,the past evaporates,right before my eyes.The hurts and traumas,now scatter like leafymemories, dead to theworld.Tonight, I’m leaving itall behind, in ghostlyplumes of exhaust.Tonight, I... - [10 Tips for Better Sleep Hygiene and How Your Mattress Plays a Role](https://literaryyard.com/2024/03/29/10-tips-for-better-sleep-hygiene-and-how-your-mattress-plays-a-role/): You need a good night’s sleep and your mattress is essential to that mission. A clean, comfortable mattress is part of healthy sleep hygiene, as is maintaining a regular sleep schedule.  What you eat can also affect your sleep quality,... - [Dorothy Parker: America’s most treasured wit](https://literaryyard.com/2024/03/20/dorothy-parker-americas-most-treasured-wit/): By: James Aitchison “The first thing I do in the morning is brush my teeth and sharpen my tongue.” And she was not exaggerating.  Dorothy Parker (1893 — 1967) was famed as an American poet, writer, critic, and screenwriter.  Most... - [Capturing Varanasi through the lens of Sarthak Dasgupta: A review](https://literaryyard.com/2024/03/19/varanasi-the-lens-of-sarthak-dasgupta/): Sarthak Dasgupta's "Varanasi: A Filmmaker’s Musings Along The Ghats" is a visual journey into the heart of Varanasi. Encountered at the World Book Fair, this photobook engages with its stunning portrayal of the city's ghats and lanes. Dasgupta's photographs, rich with history and spirituality, act as visual poems, inviting readers to introspect and explore the depths of both Varanasi and themselves. Highly recommended for those seeking understanding and inspiration. - [Calm](https://literaryyard.com/2024/03/15/calm/): By:  James Aitchison Accept, Man, the pattern of all life,for with acceptance comes calm.See with your eternal selfthat this life is a path,and each stone an event,a moment, a crisis.See with detachmentthe whole pathand not the stones.Calm is when the... - ['Frogs’ Love' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/03/15/frogs-love-and-other-poems/): By: Daniel de Culla FROGS’ LOVE In a week without ThursdayMy grandson brings to the pondOn Paseo de la Isla, BurgosTwo beautiful frogs to seeIf they love each otherAnd they raise, as he says, “little frogs”Tadpoles.In my carelessnessA gentleman has... - ['Apology to the Author of the Book I did not Read' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/03/15/apology-to-the-author-of-the-book-i-did-not-read-and-other-poems/): J.R. Solonche offers poignant commentary on the modern experience through three poems: an apology to an author for not reading his book despite positive reviews, musings on the constancy and metaphor of railroad tracks, and a rooftop conversation about cell phones, drinks, and familial responsibilities, underscoring integrity. - ['abandoned by all things' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/03/15/abandoned-by-all-things-and-other-poems/): Karl Koweski recounts rejecting his brother's request to write a eulogy for a scarcely-remembered father—a man whose legacy is as grim as the neglected upbringing both siblings endured. He reflects on his own troubled youth, narrowly escaping containment in an institution that housed abandoned children, a place he equated with prison. Now, besieged by a paralyzing languor and the relentless noise of a haunted past, Karl confronts the daily struggle to persist, armed only with a numbed conscience and dwindling resolve. - [Cabernet or Chardonnay](https://literaryyard.com/2024/03/15/cabernet-or-chardonnay/): By: Judge Santiago Burdon  Does he touch you with deep cabernet dreams, or is it just chardonnay passion, does your heart race from his nearness, is there surrender in his scent, does he tempt you, does he leave you breathless,... - [Writing Tips and Techniques for Budding Authors in the Age of ChatGPT and Gemini](https://literaryyard.com/2024/03/07/writing-tips-and-techniques-for-budding-authors-in-the-age-of-chatgpt-and-gemini/): Wanna know about important writing tips in the age of generative AI? Aspiring authors today find themselves in a fascinating era where artificial intelligence (AI) tools like ChatGPT and Gemini can significantly enhance their writing process. But having writing tools... - ['Kite' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/03/07/kite-and-other-poems/): The poems of Mahathi teem with introspection and vivid imagery, revealing a spectrum of thoughts from a kite's flight symbolizing lost freedom to a yearning heart's call for a distant love. They shed light on the profound act of seeing the divine despite the lack of sensory experience and reflect on the poet's personal authenticity amidst societal expectations. Persistent themes include the clash of ideals within religious contexts and the inner turmoil experienced amidst tranquil nature. Mahathi's body of work, comprising nine books, is characterized by its classical style and engaging verse. - [No More](https://literaryyard.com/2024/03/07/no-more/): Pettra Yahya expresses a final farewell to alcohol, emphasizing the damage it caused, from physical debilitation to emotional boredom. They declare a determined break-up with alcohol, confidently banishing it from their life and celebrating newfound freedom by removing its presence entirely. - ['Rustic' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/03/06/rustic-and-other-poems/): By: Rita McDermott Rustic Cold damp rain pervades the forestWhile flames crackle in the stone fireplaceBeads of moisture slide down the windowpaneAnd the scent of burning logs fills the room.Enveloped by the warmth of the fireTaking in the view of... - ['Dating a Troll' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/03/06/dating-a-troll-and-other-poems/): By: Blair Boleyn Dating a Troll My beauty you extol,But you don’t care about my soul.You just want a doll you can control. Morgana’s Admirer You said, “You, my friend, I admire,You’re not afraid to walk close to the fire.You... - ['Schizo' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/03/06/schizo-and-other-poems/): By: Marc Carver SCHIZO I like walking at nightthe streetlights show two of metwo shadows that fall one behind the otheralthough we still go the same wayI wonder which one I amof course I am bothtwo men but oneBut I... - [The Great Gatsby is a clear representation of the American dream in the 1920s](https://literaryyard.com/2024/03/05/the-great-gatsby-is-a-clear-representation-of-the-american-dream-in-the-1920s/): By: Sashie The American dream is based on a concept that anyone can obtain success, regardless of their upbringing or socio-economic status. Gatsby’s life is the epitome of the American dream. He chooses to live his life dangerously in order... - [The New Kid On The Block](https://literaryyard.com/2024/03/05/the-new-kid-on-the-block/): By Bruce Levine Being the new kid on the block isn’t easy. Pairings have already been made. Groups have been organized as if by some unseen and unknown hand sorting everyone; pointing to each person as if saying ‘you go... - [Where Do Rainbows Go?](https://literaryyard.com/2024/03/05/where-do-rainbows-go/): By: Bruce Levine Where do rainbows go After they fade away? Is there a land of color And parades of chocolate cake? Do leprechauns go bowling Or skate in pools of rain? Do milkshakes last forever In a never empty... - ['The Snow Train' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/03/05/the-snow-train-and-other-poems/): By: Ed Nichols The Slow Train        A train came by the station so fast it was just a blur. So fast we could scarcely read the writing on the side of the train. Everybody was confused. We didn’t understand what... - [For Danica Joy’s 27th Birthday](https://literaryyard.com/2024/03/05/for-danica-joys-27th-birthday/): By: April Mae Berza She is beautiful inside outlike an ethereal flame,rekindling the summers of youth,sweet and innocent.Her passion for dogs and catsshines through,I’m in awe and wonderhow she embracesher days and nightstaking care of her beloved.Since her smiles and... - [Intha Slammer](https://literaryyard.com/2024/03/05/intha-slammer/): By: Andrew C. Miller Periwinkle, a black and white short-haired cat with a dark smudge on his nose squeezed under the couch. He was searching for Blueberry, the Maine Coon cat. “Prrrtt?” he called, “Prrrtt-prrrtt?” No answer. He slipped behind the... - [Best Land Plans](https://literaryyard.com/2024/03/04/best-land-plans/): By Thomas M. McDade I thought I’d regret skipping a goodbye visit to the Windburn Barn so better safe than sorry I drove there. I figured a bunch of college kids would have rented it by now but there were... - ['Checking in' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/03/04/checking-in-and-other-poems/): By: Cat Dixon Checking in Cornered by walls that need to be repainted and words uttered that can never be unsaid,you arrive daring to stay adrift—no compass, no map, no direction.Life’s a hotel hallway with dozens of locked doors. Your... - [Gone](https://literaryyard.com/2024/03/04/gone/): By: Anthony Rosa The clock strikes five and the sun goes down,the seasons have changed, but my love still abounds.I heard your voice in the wind today,I felt your kiss as the petals blew away.Since you left, my heart’s turned... - [A Modern Look at Shakespeare’s The Merchant of Venice](https://literaryyard.com/2024/03/04/a-modern-look-at-shakespeares-the-merchant-of-venice/): By: Jodi Nathanson I am a High School English teacher who has been teaching grade 9 English for more than 20 years. One of my favourite parts of the job is teaching the Shakespeare unit to young students, many of... - [Remembering Walks with You](https://literaryyard.com/2024/03/04/remembering-walks-with-you/): By: Pramod Rastogi Write these words on your slateThat you will never eraseIs the promise you need to make. These words of lore are all I own.They are earnings of my life  That I had dreamt for you to keep And which will help you walk the... - [Essence](https://literaryyard.com/2024/03/04/essence/): By:  James Aitchison Listen to the soft voiceof your inner self,speaking with the wisdomof eternity and knowledgeof all things.You hold the keys toall healing.You do not have towait until death.Your soul hosts the secretsof freedom from the transient.You will be... - [Review: 'Belgium Stripped Bare and My Heart Laid Bare & other texts' by Charles Baudelaire](https://literaryyard.com/2024/03/01/review-belgium-stripped-bare-and-my-heart-laid-bare-other-texts-by-charles-baudelaire/): By: Thomas Sanfilip One of the more extreme challenges these days is to somehow reinvent a writer deceased over 150 years ago and still appeal to modern, literary tastes. The 19th century French poet, Charles Baudelaire, presents such a challenge, though... - [Acceptance](https://literaryyard.com/2024/02/27/acceptance/): By: Miriam Manglani Linda didn’t ask for a step daughter with Down Syndrome when she married Allen six months ago. She exhaled in frustration and paced through her bedroom, her heals digging into the white plush carpet. “You said we’d... - [Taking Hostages for Peace](https://literaryyard.com/2024/02/27/taking-hostages-for-peace/): By: Steven Grogan I think I was just too nervous when I let my tongue go rattling off like the machine gun I was holding. Why did I have to say I was going to kill those people if my... - [Regrets](https://literaryyard.com/2024/02/25/regrets/): By: James Aitchison Take refuge in thequiet voice within your soul.The past is impermanent,incapable of pursuit.When your mind is free ofphysical emotion,no regrets can remain.Hear the Wheel spin,heed the quiet voice ofyour inner self,let eternal truth shield youfrom turbulence.Accept life,... - [Los tigres tienen no miedo](https://literaryyard.com/2024/02/25/los-tigres-tienen-no-miedo/): By L. Burton Brender For Jim and Anthony My older brother, Jose, he is a man. He has 16 years and he has been a chambelan. Two times. The first time he was the escort for this very pretty girl who... - [It was Hot Like Summer and the Demons Ran Deep, or Not in This Life Anyways](https://literaryyard.com/2024/02/25/it-was-hot-like-summer-and-the-demons-ran-deep-or-not-in-this-life-anyways/): By: Brian Michael Barbeito the rains had arrived when there was supposed to be snow, and the fields became beige and flaxen again, and the world was strange and stayed that way. it was as if it had longed to... - ['An Ovillejo' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/02/25/an-ovillejo-and-other-poems/): By: Jake Sheff I Reassure and Measure Time’s Reluctance Down at Silver Falls: an Ovillejo How do you steal moonlit nights?Squatters’ rights.What do you tell whiny trees?Eat the freeze!Where do all your secrets run?On the sun. Now the autumn rains... - [Children of War](https://literaryyard.com/2024/02/22/children-of-war/): By: Gulshan Ara Little nursery underneath a half-burnt bunkerKerosine lamps hanging from the ceilingTiny premature babies wrapped in half torn blanketCurling up in their tiny cribs, struggling to stay warmSucking the last drop of milk from an empty milk bottleStruggling... - [Arrowroot Cookie](https://literaryyard.com/2024/02/21/arrowroot-cookie-2/): By: Jim Bates Northwoods lake countryWater glistening waves lappingHot sun scorching sandOn the beach playing. Big brother in charge of younger siblingsMomentarily distracted by building a sandcastleBaby Will toddles out onto the dock stumbles and falls off sinking fastBig brother... - [Ode to Fancy](https://literaryyard.com/2024/02/21/ode-to-fancy/): By: Rehanul Hoque (Dedicated to Taslima Akter Rima) In the lonely hours of a lovelorn heartA wild beauty beckoned to come closer – She sat leaning upon a coral reefHer hair disheveled by the windHer eyes deep as the Pacific,She... - ['Egrets' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/02/21/egrets-and-other-poems/): By: John Grey EGRETS Leaving water country behind,they headed for the trees,cadenced wingbeats slow, and I watched themgather in high branchesthat gently shook with their arrival. This was the assembly hour,as darkness closed the air up tight,and the hubbub settled... - [BEN BOYD: A cautionary tale of slavery, whaling, and cannibalism](https://literaryyard.com/2024/02/21/ben-boyd-a-cautionary-tale-of-slavery-whaling-and-cannibalism/): By: James Aitchison The British Empire threw up hundreds of bizarre individuals who set out to find fame and fortune in remote corners of the earth.  Scotsman Benjamin Boyd (1801-1851) was an ambitious young London stockbroker whose thirst for adventure... - ['For Koume, my cousin' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/02/20/for-koume-my-cousin-and-other-poems/): By: April Mae Berza For Koume, my cousin My cousin is an anarcho-syndicalistWho loves Dojacat but you told meIt is impossible. Politics is prettyMusic, I said. The world is full of wars.I heard an infant sobbing from GazaEven if I’m... - [Colors of Youth](https://literaryyard.com/2024/02/20/colors-of-youth/): By: Suveeksha Viswanathan When home seems far from home, And the ever-widening recesses Taketh me. Like edifices huge and narrow street, Implores nature to stretch Her aching feet. This overwhelming sense of alienation, Privy thoughts like daggers Deplete the soul.... - ['Slab All' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/02/19/slab-all-and-other-poems/): By: Amanda Niamh Dawson Slab All Free fallDream crawlTo shoreOnce more Fly freeSun seesAll realKeen feel LongboardLost lordsSpin swordsWood godsAll towardWet yardsLay sodTo findThe grindEarth’s flashGet dashedBy waves Surf’s graveBe saved Here We Go Oceans flowDeepest glowLove in dreams Supreme... - ['The Biopsy' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/02/19/the-biopsy-and-other-poems/): By: CLS Sandoval The Biopsy  My husband and my baby were waiting in the waiting room.  I knew it was better that way, but I pretty immediately wanted to hear her gurgles and giggles and for him to hold my... - [Sign](https://literaryyard.com/2024/02/16/sign/): By John RC Potter If I couldI would wear a sign for all to see, words of wisdom and wit: Emotionally Closed for the Season and perhaps thatwould protect mefrom those whodesperately crave lovebut cannot fully give it. ### John... - [Atalanta and the Golden Airpods ](https://literaryyard.com/2024/02/15/atalanta-and-the-golden-airpods/): By: A. J. Carey  Heart thumping, feet pounding, and muscles burning. Atalanta breathes in the cold, fresh air, and all other thoughts leave her mind as she focuses only on one thing; the finish line. To outsiders, she is a... - [Home-Delivery Pizza ](https://literaryyard.com/2024/02/15/home-delivery-pizza/): By: Charlie Dickinson  Alroy left Olivia’s, went home, and didn’t know what to do. With one gesture, her hand on his back, and her words he should visit her in Dallas, she had promised him the keys to the Golden... - [Pompeii](https://literaryyard.com/2024/02/15/pompeii/): By: Rehanul Hoque Dedicated to Taslima Akter Rima Unruly clouds wading through the vast though rendered thrillTo a distant heart, were enough to cut an insane darkness into piecesFalling sharp over a city, followed byVery aggressive flame spurted out on... - [Redefining Goals](https://literaryyard.com/2024/02/15/redefining-goals/): By: Bruce Levine Thinking about tomorrow Focused on prospects Waiting in the stillness of inertia Projects and process Held in the hand of external forces Glimmers on the horizon Reinforcing the momentum of the future Pathways defined with hope As... - [The Department of Stupidity](https://literaryyard.com/2024/02/15/the-department-of-stupidity/): By: Bruce Levine Every government, large or small, foreign, or domestic; every university or school district, urban, suburban, or rural; every business, corporation or mom-&-pop have one thing in common – departments. Defense, transportation, or social services; theatre, science, or... - ['Gaza, Maritime City of Palestine' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/02/12/gaza-maritime-city-of-palestine-and-other-poems/): By: Daniel de Culla GAZA, MARITIME CITY OF PALESTINE There is no more blood in Gaza hospitalsBecause all the blood has reached the sea.There are no more sick peopleNot even health personnelBecause some, health personnelHas tried to escapeOnly managing to... - ['The Pattern of Each Dazzling Pyramid' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/02/12/the-pattern-of-each-dazzling-pyramid-and-other-poems/): By: Paweł Markiewicz The pattern of each dazzling pyramid-poem name 1 word: ………….term 2 words ……… …………term 3 words ……… ………. …………..term 4 words ……….. ………… ………. ………..what he/she does make 5 words ……… …… …….. ………… ………what he/she does... - ['Building a House on the River' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/02/11/building-a-house-on-the-river-and-other-poems/): By: Douglas Cole Building a House on the River It’s amazing he thought of it at all, believing the possibility,the outrageous engineering involved: stanchions downinto the muddy river bottom. How to get them inin the first place and how to... - [Insight](https://literaryyard.com/2025/07/27/insight/): By: Tracy Kempsey The first time Nick saw Cassie standing in the living room of his flat it was exactly six months after her funeral. She was standing in the same spot as the television, occupying the same space, nearly... - [New York](https://literaryyard.com/2025/07/27/new-york/): By: Christopher Johnson New York, you are a blasphemous monster, a sybaritic Gomorrah, a never-ending explosion of neon lights. Your subways carve through the sinful soil and snake their way forward, walled with darkened tiles and clanking metal and pillars... - ['Shards of Glass' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/07/27/shards-of-glass-and-other-poems/): By: Steve Lightbody Sonnet no. 16 In fire’s dancing glow the summer shinesWhen sun is down and Bella Luna laughsWith silver warmth which dries the blind-man’s bathIn which we bathe when Earth to night inclines.When days grow long at solstice’s... - [A Winner on Two Fronts](https://literaryyard.com/2025/07/26/a-winner-on-two-fronts/): By Douglas J. Lanzo Dedicated to Vasiliy Lomachenko Commanding respect in the ringthroughout his entire career,with punishing precision,instilling opponents with fear; Two Olympic golds to his name,five world titles in three belts,a nearly unblemished recordthat 400 amateurs felt; Dubbed “The... - [Summer Garden](https://literaryyard.com/2025/07/26/summer-garden/): By: Christina Chin unbuttoning a red jacketladybird piercing dronesa twilight cicada keeps company buzzing around the fish stallsummer flies dodging the fan’s breezea fly swatter a falling preyrolls into the antlion’s trap crumbs laden convoyant trail night gardena spider accelerates... - [Don and I Make A Lot of Noise Ourselves](https://literaryyard.com/2025/07/26/don-and-i-make-a-lot-of-noise-ourselves/): By Paul Dickey “it is these wall you understanddear they paper thin and I’malways afraid we are fallingthrough the floors buy I amthe first to admit that Georgeon occasion comes home a bittoo drunk but who could bea better father... - [“Discombobulated Again” and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/07/26/discombobulated-again-and-other-poems/): By: Richard LeDue “Discombobulated Again” An old song sounds new again,taking me backto being in high school again,when I heard it for the first timeas we drove around with nowhere to goand believed the music wouldn’t ageus, but it did,so... - [The Third Room](https://literaryyard.com/2025/07/25/the-third-room/): By Shriraj More Pune, June 2025 — Early Morning Vedika heard the rain before she saw it. A shy, uncertain sound at first—like fingertips tapping lightly against a glass jar. It came from behind the neem tree that shadowed her... - [21 again.](https://literaryyard.com/2025/07/25/21-again/): By: Debbie Tunstall My waist dips in like a cratered zit,starved from 21st century slimming. One chunk of chocolate- clanked between my teeth. I put on clothes that idealisea raging sea, But no one see’s.No one see’s. At home later... - [A Night Like Any Other](https://literaryyard.com/2025/07/24/a-night-like-any-other/): By: Seyyed Mohammad Javad Mousavi It was a night like any other. The wealthy, with full stomachs and full pockets, slept the sleep of kings, while the office workers, with their meager wages—half-satisfied, half-starved—had somehow drifted off to sleep anyway.... - [A Lesson on Happiness from Fijian School Children](https://literaryyard.com/2025/07/24/a-lesson-on-happiness-from-fijian-school-children/): By: Garry Fourman On a dreary Friday afternoon during my second month in Fiji, heavy rain began falling just as I was leaving the university. I was feeling a bit stressed—frustrated by the weather, communication challenges with some students, faculty,... - ['And That Was Enough' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/07/24/and-that-was-enough-and-other-poems/): By: David Sapp And That Was Enough Uncle WayneOwned Ron’s PizzaFed other peopleCheese and pepperoniPies for forty yearsAnd that was enough Uncle StanDrudged at Pond TireSwapping out other people’s tiresNew recap whitewalls snow tiresThen lugged heavy tanksOf propane to warmOther... - [The Winter Coat](https://literaryyard.com/2025/07/24/the-winter-coat/): By: Cithara Patra Lia winced at the tiny drop of blood bubbling at the tip of her finger. In her other hand, she glared down at the needle. She was never this bad at sewing, but losing her thimble and... - [Four Summer Haiku](https://literaryyard.com/2025/07/23/four-summer-haiku/): By Jim Bates Train whistle blowingClicitty clacking alongChasing the sunset. Hot summertime bluesHigh heat and humidityLike a sauna. Deep into JulyGardens bright in hot sunshineSummer in full bloom. Summertime sunriseHazy orange sun looks ominousHot heat kind of day. - [The Shrink](https://literaryyard.com/2025/07/23/the-shrink/): By: Khoi Pham I didn’t know exactly how The Shrink started, but people had been talking about it for a while. I didn’t really care, until it reached me. I noticed the first symptoms while getting ready for work. When... - [When The Farmerettes Met The Clattering Pistons  ](https://literaryyard.com/2025/07/23/when-the-farmerettes-met-the-clattering-pistons/): By: John RC Potter Every family has a history filled with stories, recollections, and memories. Over time, these reminisces take on a life of their own, but a note of caution: they will only remain alive as long as someone... - [Flickers of November](https://literaryyard.com/2025/07/23/flickers-of-november/): By: Mohit Saini November lands like a sparrow on frosted stone,soft and sudden, with wings edged in fire,and the air tastes of woodsmoke and promises,like a story untold, heavy in the cold.Leaves lie scattered like echoes of summer,amber sighs on... - ['Black, White, and Grey' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/07/23/black-white-and-grey-and-other-poems/): By: Tim Law Black, White, and Grey Black is black and white is whiteToo many people think that such is rightI am one to disagreeTo argue against society I choose not to just fit inTo see fat as fat, and... - [On acceptance](https://literaryyard.com/2025/07/19/on-acceptance/): By: James Aitchison When you accept yourpath and see the way,you will have peace.Strength is born ofpeace and trust.Those who cannotaccept, those who resist,so shall they bendlike trees in a great wind.Their road shall be harder,strewn with confusion.The balance of... - [Isadora Duncan: a danse macabre](https://literaryyard.com/2025/07/18/isadora-duncan-a-danse-macabre/): By James Aitchison Famed for her lithe, legendary beauty, she pioneered modern contemporary dance.  She performed across Europe, the United States and Russia.  Arguably, today she is remembered more for the macabre — some say absurd — manner of her... - [Three Firefly Haiku](https://literaryyard.com/2025/07/17/three-firefly-haiku/): By Jim Bates Fireworks on the beachFireflies in the backyardOne of a kind night. Fireflies are outDancing throughout the eveningPure flickering joy. Late on a dark nightFireflies blink in the yardSuch magical light. - ['A Child's Birthday' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/07/17/a-childs-birthday-and-other-poems/): By: Ryan Quinn Flanagan A Child’s Birthday Right of passage or loss of youth, you be the judge.Candles extinguished and cake portioned off.Wedged on paper plates to appease icing sugar mouths.Geometrical precisions for the gift bag army. To hear one’s... - ['love’s womb was never mine' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/07/15/loves-womb-was-never-mine-and-other-poems/): By: Sreeja Naskar love’s womb was never mine the first time love touched me,i bit my tongue until itbled.(red on red. no one noticed.) a piece of it in the gutter—fat raindrops swallowing it whole.slick with someone else’s goodbye. another... - [The Weight of Dreams and the Fire of Survival](https://literaryyard.com/2025/07/15/the-weight-of-dreams-and-the-fire-of-survival/): By: Torsaa Emmanuel Oryiman Why would life be so unfair to me? What have I done to deserve all this pain, abandonment, and hardship? Sometimes I sit alone, lost in the quiet hum of the night, questioning every breath I... - [The Muse's Embrace](https://literaryyard.com/2025/07/15/the-muses-embrace/): By: Plamen V. The ink, a whispered, silent plea,To words that dance and soar with glee.A symphony of thoughts, untold,In stories spun, both brave and bold. From ancient scrolls, a whispered charm,To modern tales, a vibrant arm.The poet’s craft, a... - [The Brass Ring](https://literaryyard.com/2025/07/15/the-brass-ring/): By: Bruce Levine She walked blindly into the room as if she’d been there before, but she knew that she hadn’t. And yet there was a faint memory of an aroma that seemed to hover somewhere in the atmosphere and... - [Plastic People](https://literaryyard.com/2025/07/15/plastic-people/): By: Bruce Levine Upper East Side The Hamptons Aspen, Colorado The plastic people Follow each other Moving in herds Like cattle to the Slaughter Drifting Floating Shifting focus From one charity eventTo another Whatever’s trendy Whatever’s fashionable Whatever’s happ’ning Whatever’s... - [On fear](https://literaryyard.com/2025/07/11/on-fear/): By: James Aitchison You only haveyourself to fear.For all manner ofthings which areset downare set down.All tasks have beenchosen and dispensed,each according to theday and the time,and the self andthe mind.Turmoil exists onlyon the fringes,and knowledge of yourtrue self will... - [Complexion](https://literaryyard.com/2025/07/07/complexion/): By SAYEEDIN The hit of weapons : Intensification of misery.Intensification of the long-term agonies.The amplitude of the negative sensation.Reduction of the symphonic tones.Disclosure of the barbaric attitude.Declination of the holy strength of inner-sight.The collapse of the progressive farsighted outlook.An acquaintance... - [Orange Tic Tacs](https://literaryyard.com/2025/07/07/orange-tic-tacs/): By C. A. Broadribb Given the times, you slip a blue cloth mask on over your nose and mouth before venturing out of the front door.  Then you notice how bright and sunny it is and pop back inside to... - ['Life-Giving Mana' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/07/07/life-giving-mana-and-other-poems/): By: Ute Carson Life-Giving Mana Breath in the steamfrom the empty cup between us,porcelaine-made, blue, gold-rimmed.Toss in your questions,not tea leaves,and let silence brewinto answers.Breathe easy, breathe freely,then fill to the brim with red wineand you are fully nourished. Sterntaler... - [Sun Tzu and Entertainment: Aliens](https://literaryyard.com/2025/07/07/sun-tzu-and-entertainment-aliens/): By: Andrew Nickerson Many names are synonymous with brilliance, yet just as many subsequently faded because of factors like changing attitudes or evolving society norms. However, there’s one notable exception: Sun Tzu, author of The Art of War, history’s most consistently... - [Learning in the Shadow of Loss](https://literaryyard.com/2025/07/07/learning-in-the-shadow-of-loss/): By: Torsaa Emmanuel Oryiman Nature! Nature! Nature! Nature! Nature! Nature! There were moments—long, aching moments—when it felt like nature itself had turned its back on me. As if the very earth I walked on, the sky I looked up to,... - [The Belle Bottom Club: A Movement from the Rear](https://literaryyard.com/2025/07/04/the-belle-bottom-club-a-movement-from-the-rear/): By Parthosarothy Mukherji The Bare Bottoms Club The idea came to him quite unexpectedly while writing his doctoral thesis on the ubiquity of the derriere in language, literature, street talk, slang, euphemism—the whole argot with all its varieties of usage,... - [Incontinent](https://literaryyard.com/2025/07/04/incontinent/): By: Eliza Mimski I am old.I am incontinent.I wear Depends.I am cognitive.My brain has problems.I am weakness.My legs wobble.I am arthritis.I fall down in the street.My knees are storms.I am old.I am incontinent.I am cognitive.But I’m still here.I’m very much... - ['A Winner on Two Fronts' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/07/04/a-winner-on-two-fronts-and-other-poems/): By: Douglas J. Lanzo A Winner on Two Fronts Dedicated to Vasiliy Lomachenko Commanding respect in the ringthroughout his entire career,with punishing precision,instilling opponents with fear; Two Olympic golds to his name,five world titles in three belts,a nearly unblemished recordthat... - [There's Something in There](https://literaryyard.com/2025/07/03/theres-something-in-there/): By: Kenneth M. Kapp It should have been no surprise with all the hype about how much better things were in the United States, never mind all the illegal immigrants working poorly paying shit jobs under horrible conditions, for other... - [The Cries of Giordano Bruno](https://literaryyard.com/2025/07/03/the-cries-of-giordano-bruno/): By: Will Hemmer Life a folly as seen by others, Giordano, footprints upon the sand in a windy desert and for that you burn, Giordano, smoke rising in an acrid flume, as a psychic scream leaving the soul, some inchoate... - [The Window](https://literaryyard.com/2025/07/03/the-window/): By: Tanzina Halim As I sit by you, I see clouds passing byRains dropping on the groundBirds flying in the distant sky every now and thenAnd the sound of vehicles and human voices soaring high.From time to time, the mobile... - ['Words Left on Scattered Pages' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/07/02/words-left-on-scattered-pages-and-other-poems/): By: Jim Brosnan Words Left on Scattered Pages I spend the nightreluctantly abandoningmy dreams. Whena pink swirled dawnarrives under scribbledclouds, my thoughtsintrude betweenmy lines of versewhile they hoverover a horizonof mature corn fields,while they hoverover a horizonof farmlandand wheat silos—scattered... - [The Stray](https://literaryyard.com/2025/07/02/the-stray/): By Nick Patrick Hickman It’s Isaac who walks the three blocks to the grocery to buy the hamburger meat. This whole plan is his idea, anyway. Except when it comes time, it’s Harrison who will hold the meat. The bait.... - [Pushing daisies](https://literaryyard.com/2025/06/26/pushing-daisies/): By: Debbie Tunstall Bark, snarl, moanDON’T howl at the moon,howl into charcoal nightwhere darkness hunts the hunted,Where consistency is metaphorbarking from the trees. Tip toe, nibble20lbs of everything,but when is wolf more than just a sheep?Or when ignorance asks,” how... - ['Meteor Shower' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/06/26/meteor-shower-and-other-poems/): By: J.K. Durick Meteor Shower Sometimes they comestreaking down on melike that meteor shower,they promised us last night.It’s easy to picture, but hard to watch.Words, some whole some fractured,phrases and sentence fragments,pieces of half remembered quotationsall raining down,and there I... - [The Musk Deer](https://literaryyard.com/2025/06/26/the-musk-deer/): By: Parthosarothy K Mukherji The Springbok was the national mascot of his native land, but his identity was always more tied to the eponymous musk deer—a species as alien to South Africa as was the country in which he would... - ['When the Rain Recites' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/06/26/when-the-rain-recites-and-other-poems/): By: Suman Mondal When the Rain Recites Imagine I arrive at your home, crawlingthrough the damp monsoon night –petrichor rising from shriveled grasses,musky pungent drifts in the air,and you shedding teardrops. The sonorous sounds of rain,velvety muddy fields,suffused with your... - [Prediction Is Difficult](https://literaryyard.com/2025/06/26/prediction-is-difficult/): By: Ethan Goffman Way back in 2008, I began a string of wrong predictions by boldly stating that Obama could not win because the American people just weren’t ready for a Black man to be president. I followed that with... - [Two studies](https://literaryyard.com/2025/06/26/two-studies/): By Kevin Armor Harris Sketch for a study of Egyptian mummies Huddle of supines, dimly lit, any motion ever now forever smothered. Surely there can be no escape. Embalmers with their hands on time have sealed all promise, bodies and... - [Time Moved](https://literaryyard.com/2025/06/26/time-moved/): By: Eliza Mimski She was born.The uterus opened.She cried.She cried.She grew.She took steps.She threw tantrums.She stomped her feet.She entered school.She was bullied.She was made fun of.She cried.She cried.She was adolescence.Her knees knocked.Her teeth came in crooked.Her tiny breasts formed.They weren’t... - [Sixty-three Days](https://literaryyard.com/2025/06/24/sixty-three-days/): By Bruce Levine The last flight had taken off, or at least they thought it had. For Greg and Larry it was up to themselves to fend for themselves. They’d taken on the challenge because the reward offered was so... - [No Easy Way Out—My Struggle for Academic Excellence](https://literaryyard.com/2025/06/24/no-easy-way-out-my-struggle-for-academic-excellence/): By: Torsaa Emmauel Oryiman Stepping into the university as a fresh undergraduate was both exciting and terrifying. From the moment I gained admission through JAMB, my mind was filled with dreams of academic excellence. I had made a firm decision... - ['Condemnation' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/06/24/condemnation-and-other-poems/): By: Philipp Ammon Condemnation Cleese is a racistJust as TrumpEvilAn old white man CommunionJoinTwo minutesHate FindThe racistThe sexistThe ageistThe ableistThe bigot Find the foeHe isEverywhere He isHideousDeviousHe won’t tellHe isYou know Find the crimeMake the conjunctionFind the linkThe link existsDig... - [A Day in My Garage](https://literaryyard.com/2025/06/24/a-day-in-my-garage/): By: Don Tassone      One Saturday morning, I was working in my garage when I felt funny and had to sit down.  As I looked around, my son’s dusty bike in the corner caught my eye.  Then somehow it was... - [Observation of Blood](https://literaryyard.com/2025/06/19/observation-of-blood/): By: Yucheng Tao  Today, the museum closes its doors early,waiting;how much of the night’s bleaknessseeps into it, enjoying the dark corridors.The Indian tents with pointed frames,like spears of bone, stand piercedin the empty lobby, lonely,waiting;how the winter wind cuts through... - [Still Alone](https://literaryyard.com/2025/06/19/still-alone/): By: Joey Bender I was alone, sad, and bored when a message from her came. I knew I shouldn’t reply—I didn’t really like her all that much, and I’m pretty sure she felt the same. But it was good enough;... - [At peace](https://literaryyard.com/2025/06/19/at-peace/): By: James Aitchison So little needsexplaining.What mysteriescan there be whennone exist?Courage guides theman with the senseto listen.What is turmoil?What is rage?Each man holds thesame answers.Each man has anordered path,should he wish it. - [Buchan: The 39 Steps to success](https://literaryyard.com/2025/06/19/buchan-the-39-steps-to-success/): By James Aitchison He was a barrister, spymaster, novelist, poet, a British Lord, and Governor-General of Canada.  His most famous book was first filmed in 1935 by Alfred Hitchcock.  In the pantheon of great British thriller writers — John le... - ['Griefs algorithm' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/06/10/griefs-algorithm-and-other-poems/): By: Debbie Tunstall Griefs algorithm It goes like this: punching walls to the sound ofthe snapping of the bottle, followed by silence. The upward trek on hind legs,the ground sliding beneath them. Trek quietly, lightly, efficientlywith smiles stuffed into my... - [Before the Renaissance](https://literaryyard.com/2025/06/10/before-the-renaissance/): By Drew Bufalini When cousins Paul and Jerry were young, daring, and impressionable, they made a good name for themselves in their bad Detroit neighborhood. They were smart types who went through phases of intense interest in a particular subject,... - ['Reaching Through Ice' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/06/10/reaching-through-ice-and-other-poems/): By: R.T. Castleberry Reaching Through Ice Secured in this viewing chair,slow healing in another’s home,the new year brings erosion rain.Through terrace glass,sweatered against the frost,Hennessy in the teaI watch afternoon fall.Tastes of pain meds, sweet cerealcoat my mouth.Bookmarked through The... - ['Spring night on the terrace' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/06/10/spring-night-on-the-terrace-and-other-poems/): By: Ranjit K Sahu Spring night on the terrace A whisper, a whimper and a muted voiceStretch into the prolonged hours on the terraceThe nuances of a mutiny evolve in the mindThe romances being the cause on the surface Deep... - ['Enemy Near' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/06/09/enemy-near-and-other-poems/): By Nolo Segundo Enemy Near You have an enemy near you,as close as your breath,as close as your heartbeat,as silent as the grave. This most intimate enemywas born with you andgrew as you grew.In some it is strong,others have tamed... - [The Robin and The Dog](https://literaryyard.com/2025/06/09/the-robin-and-the-dog/): By: Bruce Levine Feasting on a breakfast of worms A robin hopped across the wide expanse of lawn. The rain, over-night, had awakened the worms And brought them to the surface. A dog sniffed the grass and gazed at the... - ['Glory to Him' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/06/06/glory-to-him-and-other-poems/): By: Rakev Gemechu Glory to Him We sit in a circle, arms folded tight,feet beating the earth like it owes us something.The sun isn’t gentle; it burns our soles darker,carves white lines across skin like old scars.My feet, still smooth,... - [Dilli Writers Buddies Hosts First-Ever Author Meet in Delhi](https://literaryyard.com/2025/06/04/dilli-writers-buddies-hosts-first-ever-author-meet-in-delhi/): Dilli Writers Buddies was the name of the event, and it marked the first-ever Author Meet organized by the podcast channel Books & Theories. The initiative brought together a thriving community of writers, poets, and publishing professionals at Utsav, Lower Ground, The... - [“The Meaning of Life Haunts Empty Rooms” and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/06/04/the-meaning-of-life-haunts-empty-rooms-and-other-poems/): By: Richard LeDue “The Meaning of Life Haunts Empty Rooms” I can understand why people listento Mozart, and although he died long ago,he left something much more alivethan a ghost, and I also know whysome people conversewith empty rooms,letting their... - [A New Way to Tell Time  ](https://literaryyard.com/2025/06/04/a-new-way-to-tell-time/): By: Connie Woodring March 25,1945. That is the day we received a new patient on our ward. Her name is Buella Whitehouse. I wasn’t sure if she would be accepted by everyone (patients and staff), since she is a Negro.... - [Bad Actress](https://literaryyard.com/2025/06/04/bad-actress/): By: Elaine Lennon “Action.” I dreamed I killed my co-star last night. You could say it was a long time coming. You see, twenty years ago, when I was a mere starlet, she took the screen role that had been... - [Composer’s Haiku](https://literaryyard.com/2025/06/04/composers-haiku/): By: Bruce Levine Now post avant-gardeNew directions are open Choosing a new path Polytonal daysBuilding on tonalityResolution found - [Meteorologist](https://literaryyard.com/2025/06/04/meteorologist/): By: Eolas Pellor There was one cloud in the sky. Thin and wispy, it hurried south high overhead, borne on dry winds no one below could feel. Old lore, half forgotten, said such clouds foretold a weather change, so Gus... - [Heart Lamp by Banu Mushtaq](https://literaryyard.com/2025/06/03/heart-lamp-by-banu-mushtaq/): By: Ramlal Agarwal Banu Mushtaq, hardly known beyond her circle of activists and the Bandaya Sahitya movement in Karnataka, has suddenly caught the attention of the literary world by winning the International Booker 2025. She deserves the recognition because she... - [A reflection](https://literaryyard.com/2025/06/03/a-reflection/): By: James Aitchison The words inour heartneed nointerpretation.They are the truth.All men hear them,and each must decidehis course… In strength, onefinds gentleness;fear has fled;peace replacesconfusion andextends time.The rush of theearthly fades intosilence.And silence isabsolute. - [red camellia](https://literaryyard.com/2025/06/03/red-camellia/): By: Cariou Beijing, China.May 16, 1966. Sunny. After school in the afternoon, our teachers asked students to sign up to join the Red Guards[i] while class cadres were compelled to join. At the age of thirteen, I didn’t understand what... - [Geetanjali Shree's Tomb of SandTranslated by Daisy Rockwell](https://literaryyard.com/2025/06/03/geetanjali-shrees-tomb-of-sandtranslated-by-daisy-rockwell/): By: Ramlal Agarwal  It was heartening that Geetanjali Shree’s Hindi novel, “Ret Samadhi,” translated as “Tomb of Sand” by Daisy Rockwell, won the International Booker Prize in 2022. Tomb of Sand is an unconventional novel that does away with conventional... - [No straight lines](https://literaryyard.com/2025/06/03/no-straight-lines/): By: James Aitchison How we long for control,for ordered lives,neatly wrapped days,tidy packages tied withpredictable string.But I see nothing tidyin Nature; no straight lines,nothing the same shape,the same size; nothingeasy, nothing smooth.And I love it! The road isforced to follow... - [Rise and Shine](https://literaryyard.com/2025/06/03/rise-and-shine/): By: Carl “Papa” Palmer light around the edge of the blinds5:30 I hope 6:30 I guesseither way I need the bathroomhoping there’s time to get back in bedfor at least another hourbefore 7:30 alarm clock on the night tablenot wanting... - [I Remember Strawberries](https://literaryyard.com/2025/06/03/i-remember-strawberries/): By: Carl “Papa” Palmer The first thing I notice every time I come to visit is the familiar aroma of this hallway smelling as if the same lavender laundry soap is used in every assisted living facility in Tacoma. I... - [Harvard Por Experiencia](https://literaryyard.com/2025/05/31/harvard-por-experiencia/): By: Guillermo Bowie Todo en la vida es pasajeroY Miguel De UnamunoNo fue el primero enConcluir toda ramificada conclusión de este sentido De haber mencionadaLa realidad abruptada en ser pasajeraRelatarla con la brevedadDe algunos días expirados en la obelisca llamada... - [Three Springtime Haiku](https://literaryyard.com/2025/05/31/three-springtime-haiku/): By: Jim Bates Springtime country walkStrolling under sunny skiesSoaking up the sun. Springtime seeds fallingSwirling on a southern breezeScattering like dreams. Springtime breeze blowingDucks dabbling on rippling lakeBobbing happily. - [Roots and Darkness](https://literaryyard.com/2025/05/22/roots-and-darkness/): By Deen Sayeedin Root summons me forth“Say, embrace with me”Abruptly the sound arises in the air“No, no, no”My entrance waversThe soul in in fluctuation Bringing dreadfulnessThe sound comes forwardWith darkness Swiftly with sword,Root says“Let’s fight”FightOn and onMe, being a vapor,Mix... - [The Bicycle](https://literaryyard.com/2025/05/22/the-bicycle/): By: Clive Aaron Gill My name is Mwanza Mufulira, and I am sixteen. In Livingstone, Zambia, my parents and I live in a two-bedroom brick house with a corrugated steel roof. The city is named after David Livingstone, a Scottish... - [Embers of Autumn](https://literaryyard.com/2025/05/22/embers-of-autumn/): By: Mohit Saini The forest sighs in hues of gold,A tapestry of fire unfolds.Each trembling leaf, a whispered note,Descends in silent, graceful float.The earth is dressed in amber light,A fleeting blaze before the night.The air is sharp with cinnamon,As dusk... - [Review: ‘The Cowries and Other Poems’ by Achingliu Kamei](https://literaryyard.com/2025/05/20/review-the-cowries-and-other-poems-by-achingliu-kamei/): By Karthik Kaushik “The wisdom of the old is never lost” or as a Zeliangrong proverb says, “Peihruina boumei” beautifully captures the essence of ‘The Cowries and Other Poems’ by Dr. Achingliu Kamei. Growing up far from the Northeastern region... - [Class - Komala Vilas](https://literaryyard.com/2025/05/20/class-komala-vilas/): By: Pavle Radonić K.V. two long weeks later, according to the Chief. (Magnificent gallantry from the time equivalent to the Troubadours.) Gone quarter past 3 on another hot afternoon, busted sandal strap making it hotter. Thiru couple of days ago... - [Tick, tick, tick](https://literaryyard.com/2025/05/20/tick-tick-tick/): By: John Randolph One of the twin window-panes decorating the one-story house glowed with yellow light like a lizard’s eyeball. Over the pane were black shades, broken such that one diagonal blind bisected the middle third of the window. An... - [Creating Privacy Without Losing Light: Simple Design Tricks That Work](https://literaryyard.com/2025/05/19/creating-privacy-without-losing-light-simple-design-tricks-that-work/): Modern offices have evolved—open-plan layouts encourage collaboration, but they often come at the cost of privacy and focus. For many companies, the challenge is clear: how do you create defined work zones and meeting spaces without sacrificing natural light? The... - [From Lasers to Qubits: The Hardware Powering the Quantum Internet](https://literaryyard.com/2025/05/19/from-lasers-to-qubits-the-hardware-powering-the-quantum-internet/): The internet as we know it is on the edge of a transformation. With quantum technologies moving beyond labs and into prototypes, the idea of a quantum internet is becoming less science fiction and more science fact. But while most... - [Sun Tzu and Entertainment: Jaws’[i] Mayor Vaughn’s Folly](https://literaryyard.com/2025/05/16/sun-tzu-and-entertainment-jawsi-mayor-vaughns-folly/): By: Andrew Nickerson In military history, one name has stood above the rest for literally millennia: Sun Tzu, author of The Art of War. This incredible text takes tactics/strategy and reduces both to a common-sense set of universally applicable principles,... - [Finding the Extraordinary: A Review of "Takoma"](https://literaryyard.com/2025/05/15/finding-the-extraordinary-a-review-of-takoma/): By Onkar Sharma Taylor Dibbert’s “Takoma” offers readers a collection of intimate snapshots, moments plucked from the stream of daily life and presented with a disarming simplicity. The poems, often brief and direct, feel like eavesdropped conversations or fleeting thoughts... - [Woody Allen Movies](https://literaryyard.com/2025/05/13/woody-allen-movies/): By: Bruce Levine Upper West Side apartmentsA hidden agendaNot so hiddenTo the literatiAnd intelligentsia PsychologicalSocietal studiesFamily relationships Real and dysfunctional Phobias and foibles Siblings and psychosis Fantasies and follies False or deferential Dixieland orCafé society piano Introspective or Hyper-sensitive Transcendental... - [“As Okay as It Got Some Days” and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/05/13/as-okay-as-it-got-some-days-and-other-poems/): By: Richard LeDue As Okay as It Got Some Days The silence used to be a tin can phoneI talked to the president on,only for the line to die in my sleep,as I tried not to dreamabout a nursereminding me... - [Why Bother?](https://literaryyard.com/2025/05/13/why-bother/): By: Ken Wheatcroft-Pardue Today I’m sitting in a waiting room of another psychologist. I keep being farmed out to different ones because I’m supposedly some kind of fucked-up mess. “He saw his dad’s dead body after he shot himself,” they... - [Fire!](https://literaryyard.com/2025/05/13/fire/): By Russell Waterman It would be a lie to say Horace Lynch woke from a coma, even though his body told him so. But given the choice between a coma or reality, gambling on never waking up again was worth... - [Last October](https://literaryyard.com/2025/05/05/last-october/): By: Tanjila Ontu Last year I found a manBrown eyes with curly black hair.I wonder what I saw in himOh I fell in love that October. Your gaze was filled with love,words can’t express it.A sea of emotionstoo great to... - ['Art Is Rest' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/05/05/art-is-rest-and-other-poems/): By: Mary Bone Art Is Rest A model rests on a draped cloth,as artists capture her form on paper.Lights and shadows appearusing charcoal to shade.Tendons are stretched in movement,as blue veins are highlightedwith light pastels. Poetry Is Restful Our minds... - [Six Springtime Haiku 2025](https://literaryyard.com/2025/05/05/six-springtime-haiku-2025/): By: Jim Bates Mourning Dove cooingSweet sure sign of early springCalming to the soul. Briskly blowing windWaves lapping along the shoreSpecial serenade. Bitter blowing windIce and snow pelting windowsSpring stepping backward. 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Whatever the reason, you’re now considering tattoo removal. But where do you even... - [A Pair of Painters](https://literaryyard.com/2025/04/30/a-pair-of-painters/): By: Bruce Levine Picasso Good artists borrow Great artists steal A Picasso quote I look in the mirror I see myself And yet I paint With Picasso strokes Picasso lines Picasso designs Am I possessed By Picasso? Do I have... - [The Fall of the House of Solomon](https://literaryyard.com/2025/04/29/the-fall-of-the-house-of-solomon/): By: James Aitchison From 1270 to 1974, Ethiopia was ruled by a dynasty which claimed descent from the son of King Solomon and the Queen of Sheba.  For 700 years, despite no evidence to support its legitimacy, the Solomonic Dynasty... - [Old Friends](https://literaryyard.com/2024/07/15/old-friends/): By: Bruce Levine Every time I hear from an Old friend I think about my life Old Friends Years go byTwenty years – Thirty years – Fifty years And yet we pick up Like it was last week True friends... - ['Another Wrinkle in Time' and other drabbles](https://literaryyard.com/2024/07/15/another-wrinkle-in-time-and-other-drabbles/): By: Cheryl Snell Another Wrinkle in Time She’s prone to losing things. A tooth here. A word there. Her flesh still contains the memory of them, and yet they are lost. Fat tries to smother the memory and redirect attention.... - [Journey](https://literaryyard.com/2024/07/13/journey/): By: James Aitchison They say that there isone more bridge to cross,always.You will never reach theother side,really.Now hear the Voice that speakstruth in your soul.Olive groves and roseswill sing by day.By the moon,orange blossoms.Pick the fruit ofthe soul.It will sustain... - [How F. Scott Fitzgerald Uses Characterization to Describe America in the Early 1900s](https://literaryyard.com/2024/07/13/how-f-scott-fitzgerald-uses-characterization-to-describe-america-in-the-early-1900s/): By: Matthew Yoon Throughout human history, many events that took place in certain periods led to today’s world. In The Great Gatsby, the author F. Scott Fitzgerald depicts the negative effects of those who pursued the American Dream through a... - ['Heartening Image' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/07/13/heartening-image-and-other-poems/): By: George J. Searles HEARTENING IMAGE Feeling bad? Depressed?Here’s a little somethingto cheer you up. Picture your enemies, mottledas med school cadavers,fleeing through the public square, shrieking as they’re chasedaround and aroundthe ornamental fountain by muscular, whip-cracking,indelicate ex-offenders (or current... - ['Falling Apart' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/07/13/falling-apart-and-other-poems/): By: Michelle Murray Falling Apart Things don’t seem to beGoing my wayI feel likeI’m falling apartPiece by pieceA little hereA little thereMuscles are soreGray hairs are showingIt’s hard to get up in the morningGet movingThe bed is warm and invitingBlankets... - ['A Cup Full of Sorrow' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/07/11/a-cup-full-of-sorrow-and-other-poems/): By: Pramod Rastogi A Cup Full of Sorrow There is a call from my love.It has touched a chord in my heart.Never has she called me before,Monsoon seems to be not far off. Wilted flowers are looking revived.Faded scent has... - ['Las Cosas Pequeñas' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/07/07/las-cosas-pequenas-and-other-poems/): By: Shontay Luna Las Cosas Pequeñas No necesito muchopara ser feliz. Mifelicidad reside enlas cosas más pequeñas; el sol, las nubes, losabrazos de mis hijas,la risa de mis nietos.Hay muchoscosas más,pero terminaré estapoema con esos,porque son losmás importantes. 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With poise, finesse and swiftness, they transform the airinto an ever-changing scape; this canvas whereeach turn and... - ['Broken Hearts, Unbroken Spirits: The Man I Loved' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/07/07/broken-hearts-unbroken-spirits-the-man-i-loved-and-other-poems/): By: Harppreet M Caur Broken Hearts, Unbroken Spirits: The Man I Loved “I am abused and bruisedBy the man I loved.An innocent, simple girlGone through hell. Innocent childrenLooking at himWondering what’s wrongThey did. Not even our bodies,Our souls are scratched,The... - [Top 7 Short Story Collections by Indian Writers](https://literaryyard.com/2024/07/06/top-7-short-story-collections-by-indian-writers/): Short stories hold a timeless place in literature, offering a unique blend of brevity and depth. They captivate readers with concise narratives that often deliver powerful messages. 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I... - [Neorealism and the Future of Humanity](https://literaryyard.com/2024/07/06/neorealism-and-the-future-of-humanity/): (Featured Photo Credits: Roberto Rossellini, Rome Open City (1945)) By John Califano During the early stages of the “pandemic” and the ensuing global lockdowns, I spent serious time in my apartment unsure of exactly what the hell was going on.... - [The Role of Literary Awards in Promoting Diverse Voices](https://literaryyard.com/2024/07/04/the-role-of-literary-awards-in-promoting-diverse-voices/): In the literary world, awards play an important role in highlighting and celebrating exceptional works. Beyond the accolades and prestige, literary awards serve as powerful instruments for promoting diverse voices, fostering inclusivity, and encouraging fresh perspectives. In many of the... - [Review: "The Midnight Library" by Matt Haig](https://literaryyard.com/2024/07/03/review-the-midnight-library-by-matt-haig/): Lately, Literary Yard team has tried to pull through some of the famous titles for review. “The Midnight Library” by Matt Haig is one such that is not only a captivating novel but one that delves into themes of regret,... - [The Evolution of Modern Poetry: Breaking Free](https://literaryyard.com/2024/07/03/the-evolution-of-modern-poetry-breaking-free/): In the early 20th century, modern poetry emerged as a rebellious departure from the structured, often rhyming verses of the past. Pioneering movements like Imagism, led by poets Ezra Pound and T.S. Eliot, championed clarity, precision, and vivid imagery. Think... - [The Mystery of Hope](https://literaryyard.com/2024/07/03/the-mystery-of-hope/): By: Almustapha Umar What is hope when everything is lost and dreams are dead?I ask myself again and again.Is it a memory that refuses to fade—A fleeting thought that vanishes in shadows?Wait, is it a lost wish—a longing that’s lost... - [Fired](https://literaryyard.com/2024/07/02/fired/): By Ranjit Kulkarni Something wasn’t right. His optic cameras were blurred. He checked the respiratory console. Eighteen per minute. Then he checked the wiring in his heart device. A pumping rate of eighty per minute. High but ok. But when... - ['A Spiritual Awakening of Sorts' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/07/02/a-spiritual-awakening-of-sorts-and-other-poems/): By: Richard LeDue A Spiritual Awakening of Sorts Your undershirt is three days old,stinks of sweat and whisky,while the dress shirt is limpon the floor like a castoff skin,leaving you fresh, readyfor another lively nightlistening to dead musiciansand so sure... - ['khlebnikov’s funeral will not be televised' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/07/02/khlebnikovs-funeral-will-not-be-televised-and-other-poems/): By: Grant Guy khlebnikov’s funeral will not be televised hlebnikov’s funeral will not be televised laughlaugher hlebnikov laugh vel eh mir vel eh mir vel eh mir rah rah shim boom bah laugh khlebnikov laugh laughter liveslaughter liveslaughter rah rah... - [5 Years](https://literaryyard.com/2024/06/28/5-years/): By: Nikolaos Rousopulos Time, that thief, creeps with silent steps,Stealing the lightness of our youth.Five years hence, what will be leftBut the stark, unyielding truth? The dread of aging, a constant reminder,Presses down with no reprieve.Our days once endless, now... - [Hospitals](https://literaryyard.com/2024/06/28/hospitals/): By: Gregg Norman Stench of bones and bodiesCourting catastropheCamouflaged by cleaning fluidsDour faces in waiting roomsChildren run screamingDown wide waxed hallwaysWhite coats and pea greenPajama suits and sneakersFloral print gownsTied toilet-friendly in backCompassion fueled by coffeeOn graveyard shiftsWake up for... - [Are video games really valuable?](https://literaryyard.com/2024/06/28/are-video-games-really-valuable/): By: Yena Lee Currently, 3.32 billion people play games. This means that fifty-three percent of people in the world are gamers. Fifty-eight percent of people eighteen to thirty-four are gamers. For young people, gaming is a habit and a big... - [Consonance](https://literaryyard.com/2024/06/28/consonance/): By: Bruce Levine Focused on today Time takes its own direction Moving through the maze Ambiguity resolved Like strokes of a pen Setting a course Drawing pathways in space Flexible lines Sketched in the sand Waiting for the tide Resolutions... - [Shooting Star](https://literaryyard.com/2024/06/27/shooting-star/): By: David Ali Your name means star. Maybe that is why the sound of your voice brightens my dark skies no matter how thick the darkness. The first time we met, I knew that it wasn’t an ordinary coincidence but... - [Kissing Patty McCalla](https://literaryyard.com/2024/06/27/kissing-patty-mccalla/): By: David Sapp Patty, Patty, Patty. When I was seven, all I could think of was Patty. Kissing Patty McCalla. Patty was the tiniest girl in our class, an itty-bitty version of Mary Tyler Moore. 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Assembly line work, and I have no idea how many stations there are before or after mine. By the time a mine reaches me, it has already started... - ['Forever Daydreaming' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/06/26/forever-daydreaming-and-other-poems/): By: Jim Brosnan Forever Daydreaming It’s almost eightas I barrel pastwaves of corn rows,the July sunsetsplashing the Kansassky in strawberryswirls, the longshadows of eveningstretched acrossbroken white lineson the interstate.I listen to oldieson the truck radio,harmonize with Elvis,familiar lyrical linesI sing... - ['Goose and Fish' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/06/21/goose-and-fish-and-other-poems/): By: Susan Mayer Brumel Goose and Fish Sometimes, I succumbto suffocating sadnessthat force-feedsmy heartmy soulmy madness The goose. Salmon river-racethrough my veins –the pressure pains And I am that forsaken fish:stuffed withvulnerability and fearsingled out—and eaten by a bear. The... - [May 10](https://literaryyard.com/2024/06/21/may-10/): By Taylor Dibbert He’s justThrown awayLondon’s pinkDoggy bed,His wee LondonPassed awayA little moreThan aYear ago,He’s not ableTo putWhat he’s feelingInto words. ### Taylor Dibbert is a writer, journalist, and poet in Washington, DC. “Rescue Dog,” his fourth full-length poetry collection,... - [Dispersed minds](https://literaryyard.com/2024/06/21/dispersed-minds/): By: Stanka Bajlozova-Barlamova      She often saw the deformed open mouths of her patients in her dreams. The most distorted faces, she remembered of patients whose medical instructions were a diagnosis: extraction. Of all possible dental activities and interventions, tooth... - [Saving the planet means remembering what the ancients understood](https://literaryyard.com/2024/06/21/saving-the-planet-means-remembering-what-the-ancients-understood/): By: Simon Heathcote ‘You have traveled too fast over false ground;Now your soul has come to take you back.’ –John O’Donohue There is a great nest of sorrows in each of us, yet tragically, it’s long abandoned and closed down.... - ['Almost Infidelity' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/06/17/almost-infidelity-and-other-poems/): By: Paul Dickey Almost Infidelity Josie and I want to walk to the lake.Maybe a little fishing in the moonlight.Josie is Don’s new wife. Don says doesn’t want to go.This is in spite of the fact that he and Betty,... - ['Is it even real' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/06/17/is-it-even-real-and-other-poems/): By: Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal Is It Even Real After Sylvia Plath Art dies on the pagelike everything else.I do not know magic.I am not exceptional.It seems we are alldestined for hell orheaven. Is it evenreal, hell, heaven?Where we end up,is... - [Undelivered](https://literaryyard.com/2024/06/16/undelivered/): By: C. J. Anderson-Wu The first time I encountered my daughter was when she was excavating the earth burying me. My daughter was born after my death sixty years ago, which means she was sixty years old, almost double my... - [Revisiting Raja Rao, Mulkraj Anand and R. K. 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So, relinquish the sense of doership.’ Ramana Maharshi Why does pride head the list of the Seven Deadly... - ['Ornament' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/06/12/ornament-and-other-poems/): By Christian Ward  Ornament  At birth, mother placed me in a terrarium on the shelf.I learnt to get shadeunder the succulents,gather water from condensation,feed on whatever nutrients circulated like poems in the air.I sung out of boredom,watched the cork night rarely change.Rarely... - [Recipe: Green Chilli Pickle](https://literaryyard.com/2024/06/11/recipe-green-chilli-pickle/): By: Jhandu Cheap chillies! How fresh their green gleams glow,Now from the womb, covered in seed;Unaware, a flashing blade approaches, heave ho! Off with our tails, oh the math, were we quartered in halves?Look all at our wounded little pieces,... - [Sleepwalking into war — and lessons for today](https://literaryyard.com/2024/06/11/sleepwalking-into-war-and-lessons-for-today/): By James Aitchison It was called “the shot that went around the world”.  On 28 June 1914, in Sarajevo, 19-year-old Gavrilo Princip, a fervent Bosnian nationalist, shot and killed Archduke Franz Ferdinand Carl Ludwig Joseph Maria, heir to the Austro-Hungarian... - [Viral relics: what can they tell us?](https://literaryyard.com/2024/06/11/viral-relics-what-can-they-tell-us/): By James Aitchison Can a viral infection, from millions of years ago, affect you today?  Ancient viruses, it seems, are preserved in the genomes of 38 mammal species — including humans.  Some of our ancient viruses may be protecting us... - [Falling for Corfu - Lessons from the Land of the Gods](https://literaryyard.com/2024/06/11/falling-for-corfu-lessons-from-the-land-of-the-gods/): By: Simon Heathcote ‘I don’t mind what happens. That is the essence of inner freedom. It is a timeless spiritual truth: release attachment to outcomes and – deep inside yourself – you’ll feel good no matter what.’ Krishnamurti And so there... - ['Sweet Rest' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/06/08/sweet-rest-and-other-poems/): By: @stephenolaoke_ SWEET REST Sitting without a pen in hand,Memories, emotions, all coming to play,I feel my skin gently press against the sand,As before my eyes all things lay, Clear as the day,Spent in the night,Hidden among the melody stay,Carved... - ['Red Flags' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/06/08/red-flags-and-other-poems/): By: Lindsay McLeod RED FLAGS The flowers in her hair dis-turbed the voices in my head and it wasn’t too long beforeI said, (as suave as all get out) ‘Let me slip into somethinga little more comfortable.’I slipped into my... - [Harvest](https://literaryyard.com/2024/06/07/harvest/): By: James Aitchison Forests rustle,we are amongthe living,listening to lightdrip from the moon.No shadowsdarken our world.No earthly struggleshold us back.We harvestour eternal minds,because everything isbalanced within us. - [Hollywood’s most unlikely collaboration: Errol Flynn, Adolf Hitler, and a Viennese opera composer](https://literaryyard.com/2024/06/07/hollywoods-most-unlikely-collaboration-errol-flynn-adolf-hitler-and-a-viennese-opera-composer/): By James Aitchison T Tasmanian-born Errol Flynn was a lucky man.  He literally stepped into Golden Age stardom on the strength of one minor film.  While his acting talent was frequently dismissed, no other star looked so convincing in tunic... - ['Tales of Brave Ulysses; the Cyclops of Cancer' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/06/03/tales-of-brave-ulysses-the-cyclops-of-cancer-and-other-poems/): By: Alex Stolis  Tales of Brave Ulysses; the Cyclops of Cancer Odyseus leaned on Athena’s soft shoulder, bright eyesaflame defying her father, the Fates; the lesser deitieson Olympus trembled. He knew the Gods could beunpredictable, drunk on power and truth... - [Current Events](https://literaryyard.com/2024/06/03/current-events/): By: Catherine Arra Adagio Or anunmoored 12-barblues, wounded sonataa busted-up nursery rhymeor the lost versespeechless stanzamirrored in minor keysfor mourning, for melancholy,maudlin afterone too manydirty martinis, noolive, loving white sand desertswanting beaches,the notes of mysingle solo played inallegro. No time... - [ 'Tapestry of Morn' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/05/31/tapestry-of-morn-and-other-poems/): By: Frances Leitch Tapestry of Morn The dawns soft lineThe morning lightThe opening eyeof the sunlit skyThe pearly cloudson the blue field sewnThe taste of warmthin the soul knownTo revel at themountains greensmooth folding hillsFrom which the dawnbehind is seenThe... - ['Debt of Death, Debt of Life' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/05/31/debt-of-death-debt-of-life-and-other-poems/): By: Imrana Muhammad Nata’alah. DEBT OF DEATH, DEBT OF LIFE At midnight, I felt a warm hand with thousand fingers jacking me by the neck, like my bowtie.These were practically hands of deathtaking my life; as the bucket of my... - ['Crossing Across' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/05/31/crossing-across-and-other-poems/): By: Carl Papa Palmer Crossing Across Clear sky, high seventies, hot Seattle afternoon,Mom smiles from the bow of the Bremerton ferryfilled with those photo posed prior to the launch. Deck clears ten minutes into our hour ride, too coldfor others,... - ['Doll' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/05/31/doll-and-other-poems/): By: Grzegorz Wróblewski DOLL They say that such places do not exist.I found myself there unexpectedly.There was someone sitting next to me whoreminded me myself from many years ago. He wanted to fold paper into a cube ora little doll.... - [A Poetics of the Pledge of Allegiance](https://literaryyard.com/2024/05/31/a-poetics-of-the-pledge-of-allegiance/): By: John Robinson Francis Bellamy did not intend his publishing gimmick to turn into a national ritual, nor did he intend his words to be taken up in the mouths of those seeking asylum or new beginnings in a democratic... - ['Reverie Redux' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/05/31/reverie-redux-and-other-poems/): By Bruce Levine Reverie Redux Fluorescent lighting Hovering overhead Transient groups Outlining intervals Of time in a tube Multiscopic vision Projecting data To artificial intelligence Cognitive memory Enhancing realms Infused with dogma Telepathy based society Filled with sensory channels Telekinesis... - [Signs of Spring](https://literaryyard.com/2024/05/31/signs-of-spring/): By Bruce Levine Spring was officially the season. The Spring Equinox had taken place on March twentieth, and it was now close to the end of April. But for Gary Sounding spring was never truly spring until he’d seen robins... - [Hospital](https://literaryyard.com/2024/05/27/hospital/): By: Judith Ferster Fevered, unconscious, I was ambulanced to the ER where, worried I had had a stroke, they sent me, I learned later from records, to the nearby wing with a CT scanner and another with an X-ray machine,... - [Walking Along the Wall](https://literaryyard.com/2024/05/27/walking-along-the-wall/): By: Judith Ferster One day in November 2019, when I was traveling with a group in Israel and Palestine, we were walking along the wall separating Jerusalem from the rest of the West Bank.  There was much to see because... - ['The quire of the sheep' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/05/27/the-quire-of-the-sheep-and-other-poems/): By: Paweł Markiewicz The quire of the sheep We are calling for your soulfor a benevolent autumnal sourceMay the hoary times arrivefull of sunny gloom endlessly dream! with a fancycoming from tender seawe are conjuring you dreameryour mythical pearls Come... - [White Rose, Red Orchestra: the German Resistance to Hitler](https://literaryyard.com/2024/05/25/white-rose-red-orchestra-the-german-resistance-to-hitler/): By James Aitchison Courage in a society controlled by secret police was a rare commodity.  In Nazi Germany, the party controlled the news media, police, armed forces, judiciary, travel, and all levels of education from kindergarten to university.  Indoctrination started... - [Kindertotenlieder *](https://literaryyard.com/2024/05/23/kindertotenlieder/): By: David R. Topper I often think that they’ve only gone on a journey,and I shall see them all returning homeward! Compelled by an inner urge, some“pre-established harmony of notes and words,”Mahler composed Kindertotenlieder. The day is bright. Fear not!They’ve... - [The cage](https://literaryyard.com/2024/05/23/the-cage/): By: James Aitchison Life whispers,and we dream.We have escapedfrom the cage we made.We are no longercontained.Calmness reigns,and stars glitter like grapeson the moonlit vine.Freed, the soul shimmersfor all humanity to see.Truth leads us into agarden where theheart blossoms. - [Recent Beauty Product Controversies Women Need to Know](https://literaryyard.com/2024/05/23/recent-beauty-product-controversies-women-need-to-know/): The global cosmetics industry is experiencing unprecedented growth, with market size projections soaring to staggering figures. According to Fortune Business Insights, the global cosmetics market was valued at a staggering $374.18 billion in 2023. The numbers are expected to continue... - [A Woman's Coffin](https://literaryyard.com/2024/05/20/a-womans-coffin/): By: Osugiri-Iro Ezichi Franklyn It would be the night of an afo, the second one after the seventh new moon when the women came and Obiageli put the blunt razor to your hair, shaving carelessly until you scalp and it... - ['Heinrich Böll, Group Portrait with Lady' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/05/20/heinrich-boll-group-portrait-with-lady-and-other-poems/): By: Stephen Bett Heinrich Böll, Group Portrait with Lady (opening line; trans, Leila Vennewitz) The female protagonist… is a woman of forty-eight, German: she is five foot six inches tall, weighs 133 pounds (in indoor clothing), i.e., only twelve to... - ['One More Day' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/05/20/one-more-day-and-other-poems/): By: Mahathi ONE MORE DAY It’s one past twelve. One more day passed away,not like a floating cloud with laze, nor likea rollercoaster fast with jolting sway.So dreary, like on a prosthetic leg to hike!I wish I paint my time... - [Unpicking the confused tautology that is self love](https://literaryyard.com/2024/05/19/unpicking-the-confused-tautology-that-is-self-love/): By: Simon Heathcote “All you need is already within you, only you must approach your self with reverence and love. Self-condemnation and self-distrust are grievous errors. Your constant flight from pain and search for pleasure is a sign of love... - ['It comes with the job' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/05/19/it-comes-with-the-job-and-other-poems/): By: Matthew Borczon It comes with the job I wasat worklistening toJudy talkabout hertime asan aidin a nursinghome shewas sayingthat whenthey wereclose todying shenever wantedto workwith them because ifthey passedthe aidwould haveto cleanthe bodyand shejust couldnot do that It is... - ['The Goddess of Books and the Singer-Songwriter' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/05/19/the-goddess-of-books-and-the-singer-songwriter-and-other-poems/): By: April Mae Berza The Goddess of Books and the Singer-Songwriter (For Dale) I am but a goddess of books, books welcoming you with my loveliest chapters,the soul of eternal words and finite worlds. You are a mortal, a singer-songwriter,... - ['Every girl child is a petal of withered flowers' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/05/15/every-girl-child-is-a-petal-of-withered-flowers-and-other-poems/): By: The Rhapsodist EVERY GIRL-CHILD IS A PETAL OF WITHERED FLOWERS There were nights I saw my sister eating herFingernails, drinking from her teardrops as theyRolled down her eyes, down her cheeks_ intoHer mouth. She would stay awake all night,... - [Incidence](https://literaryyard.com/2024/05/15/incidence/): By: Ian C Smith She says something about money.  Wary as a sidestepping crow, I know I should pay attention after cowering from her furious silences.  Nightfall, wind creaking in the cracks, scenes from our fenestrated past blind turn around... - [Four Spring Haiku](https://literaryyard.com/2024/05/14/four-spring-haiku-3/): By: Jim Bates Springtime misting rainTender garden shoots reachingThirstily drinking. Finch and CardinalSinging songs of sunny joyMusic for the soul. Apple tree bloomingLazy sunshine drifting throughCanopy of calm. Tree Swallow flyingAerial acrobaticsCarnival of flight. - ['Kitchen Pirate' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/05/13/kitchen-pirate-and-other-poems/): By: Virginia Aronson Kitchen Pirate (Anthony Bourdain, 1956-2018) If I’m unhappy,it’s a failureof imagination. The epitome of coolmen wanted to be himwomen wanted to bed himbooze and smoking and agelooked good on himeveryone knewhis craggy facehis TV showshis deep-felt loveof... - [Questions](https://literaryyard.com/2024/05/13/questions/): By: James Aitchison Is life day or night? Is new blood morevaluable than old? Is there any soil more sacredthan the soul in which to plantlove and truth? Is what we leave behindmore important thanwhat we have taken? Smooth is... - [Camp Joy](https://literaryyard.com/2024/05/13/camp-joy/): By Anna Cates A faint mist, reeking of swamp rot, hovered above the boreal gulag.  The remainder of charred trees rose from the muck like middle fingers raised in defiance to a long-forgotten god.  Ten thousand years would pass before... - ['Hooked' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/05/09/hooked-and-other-poems/): By: Carl Papa Palmer Hooked Kristy sent an email, said click this linkfilling my screen with a YouTube videoof a fish in a fishbowl for nine secondsbefore flashing to view kites crashing. Watching, fascinated, fixated, besiegedby nine second clips of... - [Pictures of the Past](https://literaryyard.com/2024/05/09/pictures-of-the-past/): By: Christopher Johnson Travis Monroe settled into the coach seat, which felt unutterably soft and plush and luxurious. He waved to his parents standing on the platform immediately outside the window of the train, and they waved back. His mother... - ['ecdysis of green flowers' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/05/09/ecdysis-of-green-flowers-and-other-poems/): By: Abubakar Auwal ecdysis of green flowers finalist BKPW Contesthere— an image of motherland is tuned from the rhythmof our greened fur; a convolvulus one, taking flightto where we plant our names, flower the smiles of gods & metaphorsinto anything... - [Best Land Plans](https://literaryyard.com/2024/05/06/best-land-plans-2/): By Thomas M. McDade I thought I’d regret skipping a goodbye visit to the Windburn Barn so better safe than sorry I drove there. I figured a bunch of college kids would have rented it by now but there were... - [Being Special](https://literaryyard.com/2024/05/06/being-special/): By: Jack Kamm  “If you are always trying to be normal, you will never know how amazing you can be.” – Maya Angelou A friend of mine, a newly enlightened Buddhist, informed me that nobody is special…that in mind and... - ['Pointe' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/05/06/pointe-and-other-poems/): By: Craig Kirchner Pointe Standing in attitude modeon the head of a pin,time speeds up as it stills,seconds pass like decades,handshakes become relationships,a blade of grass, a lawn,the lawn framing the reflecting pool,at the Taj Mahal. Balanced between breaths,a wink... - ['The poem I never wrote' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/05/06/the-poem-i-never-wrote-and-other-poems/): By: Richard LeDue The poem I never wrote would have been detailed(margins overcrowded as homeless shelters,words lined up like they’re waitingto cash cheques in a digital age),but it’s okay because at least in the backseatthere’s a grocery store bouquet of... - [Lest we forget: The most famous poet you've never heard of](https://literaryyard.com/2024/05/03/lest-we-forget-the-most-famous-poet-youve-never-heard-of/): By: James Aitchison On 21 September 1914, a seven-stanza poem appeared in The Times of London.  The First World War had begun in July that year as a glorious Boys’ Own adventure, a chance for every young lad to see the... - [Acceptance](https://literaryyard.com/2024/05/03/acceptance-2/): By: James Aitchison Accept your path andsee the way.Examine your inner self,abandoning fears and barriers.Retain your objectivity,remain dispassionate.Help others withoutbecoming involved in their lives.See them as you would a painting,examine the composition,their emotional colours,and move on.Acceptance is trust.When you trust,there... - ['Infinite Blue' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/05/02/infinite-blue-and-other-poems/): By: T.F. Jennings Infinite Blue I don’t understand any of it.The moon, the ocean, this spinning rock. You name it. We sit overlooking the coastline high up on a knollthat was made seemingly just for us. The sun hangs in... - ['prop closet' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/05/02/prop-closet-and-other-poems/): By: Dominic Moore prop closet Pick a book off the shelfand check if it still bangs.Rattle a story to seeif it still has life in itand turn the pageif it still has light.The heart of an actorexists only in what... - [With Einstein and Darwin](https://literaryyard.com/2025/11/09/with-einstein-and-darwin/): By David R. Topper A significant part of my adult intellectual life has been spent studying and teaching about the life and works of Albert Einstein. This led to my publishing various works about this fascinating, often frustrating man. Just... - [TV Times](https://literaryyard.com/2025/11/09/tv-times/): By: Jun A. Alindogan My fascination with the English language began in my high school years. This was also the time that I got hooked into reading and enjoying Tagalog  “komiks” serials that I borrowed from a store which charged... - [The Encounter](https://literaryyard.com/2025/11/09/the-encounter/): By: Michael Gigandet That’s got to be her. Almost 20 years, 17 anyway, and here she is in Kroger’s baking aisle.             Wonderment. Her go-to expression in unguarded moments as if everything that came into her line of vision required... - ['Hand In Hand' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/11/07/hand-in-hand-and-other-poems/): By: Snigdha Agrawal HAND IN HAND That fateful day, he walked right inWith a swagger loud as a violin.CONFIDENCE,The kind that fills up a room like incense. A thick mop of hair, gloriously wild,Curled rebelliously behind each ear,Sideburns that ran... - [Maddening Pulse](https://literaryyard.com/2025/10/31/maddening-pulse/): By: David Agyei-Yeboah My nose is my bane. I fight with it every day. With how it looks, thinned against the bloated outlier of my face, sitting on top of a pointy neck and a bamboo body. I need surgery... - ['Palette of scenes from a train' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/10/31/palette-of-scenes-from-a-train-and-other-poems/): By: Priya Anand Palette of scenes from a train a bored guard on a snail paced goods trainan empty platform swept spotlessly cleana closed snack stand with red shuttersa lone man on a bench pondering life or the lack of... - [Everlasting Love with Rosa Damascena](https://literaryyard.com/2025/10/29/everlasting-love-with-rosa-damascena/): By Chitra Gopalakrishnan We three sisters, each born five years apart, reunite in 2024 after a decade of separation. On the evening of January sixth, to be exact, we gather in New Delhi’s Hauz Khas, where our youngest sister, Neela,... - [The Inner Eye is its Own Reflection](https://literaryyard.com/2025/10/28/the-inner-eye-is-its-own-reflection/): By Chitra Gopalakrishnan (Review: Gopal Lahiri, Selected Poems, published by Classix, an imprint of Hawakal, August 2025, New Delhi.) Gopal Lahiri, Selected Poems, published by Classix, an imprint of New Delhi-based Hawakal, August 2025, is a handpicked selection of Lahiri’s... - [All Hallows](https://literaryyard.com/2025/10/26/all-hallows/): By: Bruce Levine Ghosts and goblinsShadows interferedBy vestiges of days gone pastThat hover in the atmosphere Posted on each doorstepChildren bewareThis house is filled with creaturesThat waken in the nightParading on their journeyLike tempests to create fright Hurricanes happenA vortex... - [Chosen](https://literaryyard.com/2025/10/24/chosen/): By: James Aitchison In solitude,hear the voice: In every life,there is a moment.Infinite wisdom willreplace the transient.Loss will becomeyour armour.You will see life throughthe eye of the soul.You will walk thequiet path.For in this life,you have been chosen. - [Simple Love](https://literaryyard.com/2025/10/24/simple-love/): By Susmita Mukherjee The fan whirred lazily above the small dining table as the morning light filtered through the thin lace curtains. The sound of traffic from the main road drifted faintly into the modest two-bedroom flat in North Kolkata.... - ['The Pavilion' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/10/24/the-pavilion-and-other-poems/): By: John Swain The Pavilion The pavilion blazes whitein the sunlined by marble waters,purple dragonflies alleythe clear bodybeneath your hibiscus robe,we listen when we readfrom the flamedraping the open trees,the light unchanges into light,the light transpierces lightlike a waterfall of... - ['Life’s Autumn' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/10/24/lifes-autumn-and-other-poems/): By: Pramod Rastogi Life’s Autumn As we walked side by sideAcross the landscapes of hindsight,She with the moon upon her left,And I with the sun upon my right. The moon glowed turquoise blue,The waning sun burned crimson red,Yet peace lay... - [The banquet in the garden](https://literaryyard.com/2025/10/24/the-banquet-in-the-garden/): By: Debbie Tunstall I hear the snapping of mother’s slippersIcy gems guarded by the looming goblin king. All we wanted was sugar, not the Kingdom or its money Bare bottoms banishedbefore being tossed outside to play, It watches – full... - [Am I Forgetting Your Voice?](https://literaryyard.com/2025/10/24/am-i-forgetting-your-voice/): By Tabussum Sumaiya Am I forgetting your voice?The melody once etched in my soul,A song that held my heart so closeNow it drifts away,A whisper lost to time. I close my eyes,Straining to hear the gentle echoOf you calling my... - [Herding Shadows](https://literaryyard.com/2025/10/24/herding-shadows/): By Joseph Bardin We used to look at people with dogs and wonder what deficit in their lives would make them get so involved with their animals. Until we got Marco and Isabella, our Spanish Water Dogs, and became too... - [A Reckoning (2014)](https://literaryyard.com/2025/10/23/a-reckoning-2014/): By: Peter Aronson Every Sunday morning, Paul rides the subway uptown from his place to visit his mom and dad in their Morningside Heights apartment. Although he was forewarned by his older friends, he was struggling with what he was... - [A Daisy Trilogy](https://literaryyard.com/2025/10/21/a-daisy-trilogy/): By: Bruce Levine Daisy’s Life Driving to Florida Daisy loves the car, so a 1400-mile trip was perfect for her. My wife and I are only good for about 6 hours a day, so we made lots of stops. Daisy... - [James the First: His Majesty the Author](https://literaryyard.com/2025/10/21/james-the-first-his-majesty-the-author/): By: James Aitchison When James Stuart was born in 1566, Scotland was far from being a remote, barbaric kingdom to England’s north.  Sixteenth century Scotland was, in fact, a flourishing centre of intellectual activity. Young Scots travelled and studied in... - [The Smile](https://literaryyard.com/2025/10/21/the-smile/): By Eugen Oniscu With each passing day, Chirilă Leonte’s health worsened more and more. He was forced to give up his work as a bricklayer because he was feeling increasingly unwell, yet he could not bring himself to go to... - [200 Meters of Fish](https://literaryyard.com/2025/10/21/200-meters-of-fish/): By Zary Fekete “You can’t pray a lie – I found that out.” Emmanuel lifted his head after re-reading the same line for the fifth time. He finally gave up. He had been trying to read Huckleberry Finn to practice... - ['Truth Now' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/10/21/truth-now-and-other-poems/): By: Bruce Mundhenke Truth Now See all that is before you as it is,Beauty…See all that is before you at once,Oneness…See all that is before you as it should be,Peace…See all that is before you as it sings in harmony,Joy…Give... - [As Always](https://literaryyard.com/2025/10/13/as-always/): By: Luis Iglesias-Villacorta It was late in the evening, and they lay in bed feeling the warmth of each other. The moonlight shone on their feet and a breeze came in through the window. They faced each other and talked... - ['Solving the World's Problems' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/10/12/solving-the-worlds-problems-and-other-poems/): By: JK Miller Solving the World’s Problems Hunger is a nuclear reaction,playing in the pit of a Gaza girl’s belly.It is a Ukrainian boy lost in the woods. Mutant wolves run up and down their spines,tinkling xylophone vertebrae with a... - [The Way He Loves](https://literaryyard.com/2025/10/12/the-way-he-loves/): By: Tanjila Ontu He never raises his voice,even when I can tell storms are brewing inside him.With me, he’s calm—like soft rain on quiet nights. He tugs my cheeks,holds my hand,feeds me the first bitelike love is something he shows... - ['Dear Relatives' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/10/12/dear-relatives-and-other-poems/): By: Arvilla Fee Dear Relatives Just look at all of you, now that Gran is gone,hands pawing through fragile wedding quilts.It’s too late to fall in love with rosebud china now;you were all too busy to drink her ginger tea.... - ['Father On A Rock' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/10/12/father-on-a-rock-and-other-poems/): By: Laurie Keim Father On A Rock Father stands on a rockrod in his handunbeknown to himtides are darkerand deeper than he can imagine.He casts always to the leftof twilight and never beyondthe horizon for fearlogic might failthe test of... - ['I Unveil the Veil' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/10/12/i-unveil-the-veil-and-other-poems/): By: Sushant Thapa I Unveil the Veil The evening has a voice,It speaks in promises,But I want no dawnTo lift its veil,Today, I want to get drunkWith the nectarFrom the evening’s delight,In semi darkness.The river was onceA weeping bride,I take... - [Offerings to Old Ghosts](https://literaryyard.com/2025/10/12/offerings-to-old-ghosts/): By: Ute Carson My knees sink onto the worn cushion in the confession boothas I lean my forehead against the mesh screen,hoping that not a priest but my mother could hear my pleas.“My sins were avoidance and neglect as I... - [Sun Tzu and Entertainment: Lord Marksman and the Vanadis’ Defense of Alsace](https://literaryyard.com/2025/10/12/sun-tzu-and-entertainment-lord-marksman-and-the-vanadis-defense-of-alsace/): By: Andrew Nickerson Throughout history, many tactical/strategic manuals have risen/fallen from prominence…with one exception: Sun Tzu’s The Art of War. This legendary manuscript’s wisdom has withstood the test of time, not just for its common-sense approach, but its primary goal—winning.... - [Limitation Latch](https://literaryyard.com/2025/10/12/limitation-latch/): By: Charles Gibson A notable absence of a latch,resonates within the inhabitantswho resideth behind the doorof opportunities without guidance. Opportunities that are keyto the one who is lockedup behind the door of theirown self-imposed limitations… without the wisdom or desireto... - ['Reflections' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/10/12/reflections-and-other-poems/): By: Summer Kim Reflections From within,It feels cold and smooth,Reflecting everything and everyone From above,It’s a flat silver rectangleLying quietly on the floor,Reflecting the ceiling and the sky From below,The world tilts and shifts,Light changes,And the ceiling seems far away... - [A Reckoning (1968)](https://literaryyard.com/2025/10/12/a-reckoning-1968/): By: Peter Aronson The world was weighing heavy on Bert Stein, grabbing and twisting his mind, bending him sideways. He was having trouble thinking straight. There was no poker game that night on the commuter train leaving New York City,... - ['Imagination' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/10/12/imagination-and-other-poems/): By: Damion Hamilton Imagination All the things that i haveAll the things i have imagined Those things can fill books moviesNetflix series All these things i have imagined You said and did but didn’t really didn’t do But all those... - [Fifth Mountain](https://literaryyard.com/2025/10/11/fifth-mountain/): By: Cynthia Pitman Had there but been an Oracle sitting atop Fifth Mountain, I might have been warned: It is not the touch, it is the reachthat holds us captive –the gnawing ache that propels the handto stretch, to seek.That... - [Five Lake Superior Haiku](https://literaryyard.com/2025/10/11/five-lake-superior-haiku/): By: Jim Bates Ragged shoreline wavesCrashing relentless poundingSymphony so grand. All along the coastPowerful waves poundingCarving the shoreline. Pebbles on the shoreFluffy feather tumblingBlown by the wind. Booming and crashingMagnificent thunderingWild waves exploding. Rocky woodland trailEvergreen pine tree forestScent of... - [Five Summer Haiku ](https://literaryyard.com/2025/10/11/five-summer-haiku-2/): By: Jim Bates Flower profusionGardens full of cheerful bloomsNature’s artistry. Languid afternoonSwinging in an old hammockPeacefully dozing. Summer perfectionWhite puffy clouds and blue skyA day full of smiles. Hot concrete sidewalkCaterpillar hurryingHeading for cool shade. Picnic summertimeGoodies spread out to... - ['Delusion' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/10/11/delusion-and-other-poems/): By: Srijani Dutta Delusion I want to be, want to be,Want to be all alone,Amidst the sunshineAnd at the dark sea shoreWhere wind passes,Carries news of the murderOf an Abyssinian soul,Eyes plucked outNails melted,Neck Twisted,Throat cut.Do not stand over the... - [Reviving Kipling’s Kim](https://literaryyard.com/2025/10/08/reviving-kiplings-kim/): By: Ramlal Agarwal Rudyard Kipling famously said, “Oh, East is East and West is West, and never the twain shall meet.” (The Ballad of East and West).” Nevertheless, they not only meet but also walk hand in hand in his... - [Let it hit.](https://literaryyard.com/2025/10/07/let-it-hit/): By: Debbie Tunstall I didn’t think I’d be longing for the end, begging for things to happen –beckoning even. You see on the news about props used for propaganda,black man / white man.This man, that man. They make a fuss,... - [Ten Ways to Alleviate Boredom](https://literaryyard.com/2025/10/07/ten-ways-to-alleviate-boredom/): By: Bruce Levine Take your dog for a walk – even if it doesn’t help, your dog will appreciate it.Read a good book – always a good choice, assuming you have one.Watch television – probably an oxymoron and probably not... - [Arundhati Roy’s Mother Mary Comes to Me](https://literaryyard.com/2025/10/07/arundhati-roys-mother-mary-comes-to-me/): By: Ramlal Agarwal Unlike The God of Small Things, Arundhati Roy’s Mother Mary Comes to Me is not a controversial work. It is about the life of the novelist and her relationship with her mother, Mary. They are distinctly different... - [Of detachment](https://literaryyard.com/2025/10/06/of-detachment/): By: James Aitchison Empty the heartwithout love.Empty the soulwithout purpose.Society buildscruel walls,society celebratesinjustice.Strength rises fromthe steady soul,the calm andunhurried mind.Know that power restsin your detachment. - [Leni Riefenstahl: Turning propaganda into high art](https://literaryyard.com/2025/10/06/leni-riefenstahl-turning-propaganda-into-high-art/): By: James Aitchison She was arguably one of the most innovative film directors and editors in the history of cinema.  Her creative black-and-white images continue to inspire film and commercial makers to this day.  But in 1930s Germany, she was... - [Poems from Under the Pilkhan Tree: A Preview of Malashri Lal’s ‘Signing in the Air’](https://literaryyard.com/2025/09/21/poems-from-under-the-pilkhan-tree-a-preview-of-malashri-lals-signing-in-the-air/): By Mitali Chakravarty The buoyant chatter in avian voices was so loud that thepark walkers were silenced.The treetop was screaming out the city’s violencethat only birds could observe through the day.Would they now debate, discuss, and advise policy measures? (‘Parliament... - [Sawbona](https://literaryyard.com/2025/09/21/sawbona/): By Michael Pattinson Yumi met Claire the way a mirror catches light: unexpectedly, naturally, and immediately revealing. It was during an exhibition opening at a small gallery in Nakameguro, one that featured a collection themed around “Emotions with No Translation.” Claire stood... - [Meaningless Meaning](https://literaryyard.com/2025/09/21/meaningless-meaning/): By: Suchoon Mo 1 The soundless misty rainthis stillnss of night is mine 2 I have two desiresmay I give you one of them? since I met youI need only one 3 she has no faceneither does the wind she... - [A gift for dad](https://literaryyard.com/2025/09/18/a-gift-for-dad/):    By: Yurii Tokar I first noticed third-grader Vitalik Karvatsky when I lined up the children in a column of two (to make it easier to count) in front of the bus. It was supposed to take twenty schoolchildren of... - [The Billings Ransom](https://literaryyard.com/2025/09/18/the-billings-ransom/): By: Dalton Henderson “CRACK” “Don’t take ONE step closer!” The bullet sliced through the air above his head, a sound that had unfortunately become familiar. Luke Hendry ducked behind a wagon and rotated the cylinder of his revolver, half as... - [The Void](https://literaryyard.com/2025/09/18/the-void/): By: Bruce Levine Filling the void Of eternal dissolution Evading the cavity Of human dislocation A parody of civilization In a hand-held box Glorifying nothing The emptiness thereof A synapse shorted A circuit-breaker broken A complex evolution Darwin rebuffed The... - ['The Shared Path' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/09/15/the-shared-path-and-other-poems/): By: Pallavi Manoj Dixit The Shared Path Life is a fast-moving race,Where everyone’s on the run.Can we lie to ourselves and claim,That we’re different from everyone? We’re just like the rest in this chase,Holding on to our own pace.When we... - [Dictatorships: when they fall, they fall fast](https://literaryyard.com/2025/09/15/dictatorships-when-they-fall-they-fall-fast/): By James Aitchison His rule in Romania lasted 24 brutal years.  Incredibly, it ended on Christmas Day 1989 when he and his wife were executed by firing squad.  Like many dictators before and since, Nicolae Ceausescu (pronounced Chow-shes-ku) refused to... - [Origins: An Atheist’s Argument Debunked](https://literaryyard.com/2025/09/13/origins-an-atheists-argument-debunked/): By: Andrew Nickerson Best-selling author Dan Brown’s work has long been a source of discussion and controversy amongst readers and experts alike. His work The Da Vinci Code set the world ablaze with its implications regarding Mary Magdalene, and follow-up... - ['No Chance' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/09/13/no-chance-and-other-poems/): By: Mayumi Yamamoto No Chance Shall I tell you about the onewho came before you? She enjoyed a carefree life,and used to ramble aroundthe house with abandon,never felt the need to beon guard. She’d curl up and sleepwherever she loved.... - [Reality](https://literaryyard.com/2025/09/12/reality/): By: James Aitchison Consider the power ofthe limitless mind,the broadest sweep ofcomprehension.Knowledge brings glisteningnewness and light.The earthly plane evaporatesas nothing more than mist,revealing all things infiniteand eternal.They are, in truth, the onlyreality worth seizing. - [Review: Mitali Chakravarty's 'From Calcutta to Kolkata: City of Dreams' Captures the Changing Kaleidoscope of a Colonial City](https://literaryyard.com/2025/09/12/review-mitali-chakravartys-from-calcutta-to-kolkata-city-of-dreams-captures-the-changing-kaleidoscope-of-a-colonial-city/): By Meenakshi Malhotra   From Calcutta to Kolkata:City of Dreams by Mitali Chakravarty traverses between worlds and words, as the poet’s eye sweeps across the changing cityscape, from times past recalling the erstwhile stories and narratives of Job Charnock to... - [The Ballad of the Clay Girl](https://literaryyard.com/2025/09/07/the-ballad-of-the-clay-girl/): By Mou Chakraborty 1 “Who walks through this storm? Is it you, Mother Durga, arriving at such an hour of ruin?” Sanatan whispered, his voice small against the roaring sky. Lightning tore the darkness apart, and his feverish ten-year-old daughter... - [A Million Stars Away](https://literaryyard.com/2025/09/07/a-million-stars-away/): By: Maryam Iftikhar You are close to me,like the brightest star in the sky.But when I lift my finger to touch it,a devastating truth breaks me:even in this world,I’m still a million stars away from you. Tides of longing sweep... - [Not Based on the Book: The Differences Between Novels in Text and on Screen](https://literaryyard.com/2025/09/06/not-based-on-the-book-the-differences-between-novels-in-text-and-on-screen/): By: Andrew Nickerson Movies have long been one of the world’s best forms of entertainment, thus finding material for them is a huge responsibility for studios. Therefore, it’s no surprise that one of the oldest standbys on that front is... - [Iris Chang: the high price of truth](https://literaryyard.com/2025/09/04/iris-chang-the-high-price-of-truth/): By: James Aitchison In 1997, Iris Chang’s bestselling book, The Rape of Nanking: The Forgotten Holocaust of World War II, sold more than half a million copies.  Within seven years, Chang would take her own life. Her book was the... - [Shadows of Mountains](https://literaryyard.com/2025/09/02/shadows-of-mountains/): By: Bruce Levine Shadows of mountains parade over valleys within. Streams resemble arteries, sustaining life, as trout evading anglers reveal cascading thoughts of life and death that society proclaims meaningless in movies: Hollywood’s refrain. Cheaper by the dozen. A cartoon... - [The Proposal](https://literaryyard.com/2025/09/02/the-proposal/): By: Neil Randall Over the last few weeks Luka had been having the strangest dreams about Arthur, his mother Darjia’s fiancé. In one dream, Arthur had gone off to fight in the war in Ukraine. In another, he was killed... - [That Little Girl](https://literaryyard.com/2025/09/02/that-little-girl/): By: Tanjila Ontu She once had a home that felt like lightThen it broke apart without a fightTwo houses now, and separate daysBut none of it felt quite okay She watched the world from quiet eyesWhile others lived their lullabiesTheir... - [Thanks, 007, for the Booker Prize!](https://literaryyard.com/2025/09/02/thanks-007-for-the-booker-prize/): By James Aitchison Winning the Booker Prize is every author’s dream.  It is arguably the world’s most prestigious literary award.  It bestows distinction upon authors and virtually guarantees a boost in sales.  But few people know that the award had... - [Journey's end](https://literaryyard.com/2025/08/31/journeys-end/): By: James Aitchison At journey’s end,carried by wavesnot of our making,we come to rest.Tumult is done;at last we can claimimmortality.We have travelled farwithout fear,without anxiety,for we knew thattranquility awaitedand we shall berewarded. - [The Dark Side of Albert: Einstein and Marie Winteler, his First Love](https://literaryyard.com/2025/08/31/the-dark-side-of-albert-einstein-and-marie-winteler-his-first-love/): By: David R. Topper  As I recall, in the TV series, Genius – which began with a series on Albert Einstein, this one by Ron Howard – the opening sequence showed a middle-aged Albert and his secretary having sex in... - [The Tale of the Three Sages (Metamorphosis)](https://literaryyard.com/2025/08/31/the-tale-of-the-three-sages-metamorphosis/): By: John Randolph The waves that lap below Calypso the eagle are barren, their surface glinting but offering no hint of fish. That’s the first thing she notices as she glides with the ease of ice on ice, her hollow... - [Sun Tzu and Entertainment: Predator's Dillon Betrayal](https://literaryyard.com/2025/08/31/sun-tzu-and-entertainment-predators-dillon-betrayal/): Sun Tzu and Entertainment: Predator[i]’s Dillon Betrayal By: Andrew Nickerson In military history/tactics/strategy, many names have risen/fallen over the ages, the reasons for the latter running the gamut from technology to politics. However, one name has endured every such trial... - [Rains of Yesterday ](https://literaryyard.com/2025/08/24/rains-of-yesterday/): By: Rupesh Ullal Kulapuram 1I was in Mangalore, a coastal town in Southern India. A vacation I would cherish each time I remembered it, without hesitation.The town hadn’t changed much over the years, at least not since the Millennium, if... - [The heart of the matter](https://literaryyard.com/2025/08/24/the-heart-of-the-matter/): By: James Aitchison Are you to save them all?Are you to carry every burden?Know that every man isable to save himself,should he choose to.Every man must conquerhis own path.The barriers facing himare not yours to remove.Is there no mercy?Are there... - [John Creasey: the author who couldn’t stop writing](https://literaryyard.com/2025/08/24/john-creasey-the-author-who-couldnt-stop-writing/): By James Aitchison He was called a “book factory”, writing more than 600 novels using 28 different pseudonyms.  Some critics shunned him, but readers loved him.  They lapped up 80 million copies of his work — in 25 languages! John... - [Echoes of the Past: Intergenerational Trauma in Ibsen’s Ghosts](https://literaryyard.com/2025/08/19/echoes-of-the-past-intergenerational-trauma-in-ibsens-ghosts/): By: Azmat Ali The 19th century in Europe was a period of profound transformation and rapid change in industrialization, urbanization, politics, and intellectual movements. These shifts caused art and literature to turn away from Romanticism toward realism and naturalism. Industrialisation... - [Enlightenment](https://literaryyard.com/2025/08/19/enlightenment/): By: Bruce Mundhenke In that moment there was beauty,That words could never tell,Born out of a longing,The gift, a gift of joy,Eternal gift,Not to be forgotten,By the giver or receiver,A present that bindsOur past and futureInto now,And brings a gladnessAnd... - [Elizabeth Báthory: was Dracula a woman?](https://literaryyard.com/2025/08/19/elizabeth-bathory-was-dracula-a-woman/): By James Aitchison Meet Elizabeth Báthory, the Hungarian noblewoman who is said to have tortured and murdered 650 female victims and bathed in their blood.  Her motivation?  The search for eternal youth.  But was she really a serial killer in... - [Four Summer Haiku](https://literaryyard.com/2025/08/15/four-summer-haiku-2/): By: Jim Bates Train whistle blowingClicitty clacking alongChasing the sunset. Hot summertime bluesHigh heat and humidityLike a sauna. Deep into JulyGardens bright in hot sunshineSummer in full bloom. Summertime sunriseHazy orange sun looks ominousHot heat kind of day. - ['Breakdown USA' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/08/15/breakdown-usa-and-other-poems/): By John Grey BREAKDOWN USA We’re broken down in the middle of nowherethough you insist this is Iowa.I no longer believe in mapslike I no longer have faith hi American manufacturing.A ribbon of smoke rises from the car’s engine.I imagine... - [That thing you have, but always forget it's there](https://literaryyard.com/2025/08/15/that-thing-you-have-but-always-forget-its-there/): By: Miss Debbie Ann Tunstall. Would they notice the fogsettling, brushed lightly over my punnet? Maybe if I become older, wiserthey’ll buff me finely until I shine. If I cracked, would they care, mend me back together with surgical hands?... - [Imagine Ukraine](https://literaryyard.com/2025/08/15/imagine-ukraine/): By: Khaiam Yousof and this land is covered with yellow and blue flowers dancing in the wind.Can you hear laughter echoing through the empty streets of Kharkiv and Odesa, instead of the screams of bombs and the howling of rockets?... - [Wen Yan](https://literaryyard.com/2025/08/15/wen-yan/): By: Cariou Wen Yan was born in the 22nd year of the Daoguang era of the ancient China Qing dynasty (1842) in Jixi County, Anhui Province. He grew up in a poor family, and his parents passed away when he... - ['Wistful Horizons' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/08/15/wistful-horizons-and-other-poems/): By: Pramod Rastogi Wistful Horizons Frail in the sirens of health,Withdrawn in pensive silence,I was a shadowed figure,A whisper in the din of social lives,Until the day she walked in,And friendship bloomed between us,Seemingly eternal,Like a dream turned tangible. I... - [The Disappearing Waves](https://literaryyard.com/2025/08/15/the-disappearing-waves/): By: Rehanul Hoque After flunking in his exam and undergoing a failed relationship, one fine morning Ravi boarded a ship and set off for somewhere unknown- from Mumbai to Colombo.  It should be a fresh start, a new turn in... - [Pol Pot: The smiling death](https://literaryyard.com/2025/08/14/pol-pot-the-smiling-death/): By James Aitchison His beguiling smile gave him the appearance of a doting uncle.  “He wouldn’t even kill a chicken,” his friends said.  But beneath the façade, Pol Pot was a mass murderer.  His genocidal regime caused the deaths of... - [The Pain Passes But the Beauty Remains](https://literaryyard.com/2025/08/10/the-pain-passes-but-the-beauty-remains/): By: Ignatius Fernandez For it is in pardoning we rise above animals. It is in forgiving we find our human nature – Joe Mannath. Some years ago, in a city on the West Coast of the US, Julian Motheral was... - ['Where' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/08/10/where-and-other-poems/): By: Yucheng Tao Where cold windcuts throughthe swaying treesbeneath black cloudsfloribundagrandifloraminiature roses bloomall over the garden—but the rose i seek is not herehummingbirdsrest in beams of lightbut i only want to hear god’s whisper after i was cast out i... - [A Woman’s Epic: Voice and Subversion in Chandrabati’s Ramayana](https://literaryyard.com/2025/08/10/a-womans-epic-voice-and-subversion-in-chandrabatis-ramayana/): By: Azmat Ali The Ramayana—one of the two great epic poems of Hinduism—has been central to South Asian literary, religious, and cultural traditions for over two millennia. Originally composed in Sanskrit and dated to before 300 BCE, the Ramayana is... - [Robbie, Joel and I](https://literaryyard.com/2025/08/10/robbie-joel-and-i/): By: Harrison Abbott A snowstorm came. Snowfall that broke records. And then the government closed the schools. Great. That’s exactly what Robbie, Joel and I wanted. We didn’t have to go to school!  With our free time, we decided to... - [Charity's Grave](https://literaryyard.com/2025/08/10/charitys-grave/): By: Vincent Maranto On the old stage road between Bozeman and Helena, Montana, as it crosses the Crow Creek Divide, there lies a small, square fence enclosing a grass-covered mound. The surrounding country is rugged, like much of the mountainous... - [Sense](https://literaryyard.com/2025/08/10/sense/): By: Deen Sayeedin Sense of suspensionSet out of subversionSuperfluous and scrumptious. Sacred senseStated behind the sunsetProfane sensePeers over the sunriseAmid an overflow of ultraviolet raysStimulate unholy atmospheresIntensifying suffocation and shrouding the sacred one. ### Deen Sayeedin is a student of... - [Scars from My Father](https://literaryyard.com/2025/08/10/scars-from-my-father/): (It is a chapter from Barbara’s yet-to-be-published memoir, “First You Grieve.”) By: Barbara Chiarello “Writing is like drawing poison out of your body, saving your own life — or the life of someone else.” — Donna Freitas Not Alone When... - [Another Empty Page](https://literaryyard.com/2025/08/10/another-empty-page/): By: Bruce Levine Standing atop a stairwayFive flights up Figurative images Revealing nothing A dearth of language Parsimoniously sifting Like flour through a strainer Paradoxical entries Oxymorons Fugitive from reality Breathing life into cadavers Frankenstein’s monster Awakened Yet not alive... - [Being Old](https://literaryyard.com/2025/08/10/being-old/): By: Bruce Levine Do you know what I like about Being old?Senior Discounts! I love to walk Into the grocery store On Wednesdays And say: YAY! – Old People’s Day!And get 5% senior discounts - [Concerning knowledge](https://literaryyard.com/2025/08/10/concerning-knowledge/): By:  James Aitchison Love binds when anger does not.Fear is the flame that consumesthe lightness in the human soul.Like walking on cloud,the wise man leaves no prints.He passes by unscathed.Shadows retreat from his path.Reality he embraces,shielded from weakness.He knows eternal... - [On authorship and ageing](https://literaryyard.com/2025/08/05/on-authorship-and-ageing/): By James Aitchison Can elderly fingers, wrinkled, with pronounced knuckles, still tap out books that are relevant to readers, coherent in language and plot, and worthy to be published? It seems they can.  While ageism confronts most in the workplace,... - [Tomorrow Never Comes: Existentialism and the Absurd in Samuel Beckett’s Waiting for Godot](https://literaryyard.com/2025/08/05/tomorrow-never-comes-existentialism-and-the-absurd-in-samuel-becketts-waiting-for-godot/): By: Azmat Ali Samuel Beckett’s Waiting for Godot (1953) remains one of the most iconic literary expressions of existentialism in twentieth-century drama. According to Flynn (2006), “Existentialism is a philosophical movement that focuses on individual human freedom, choice, and existence. It holds... - [“What if you weren’t a poet?” A Preview of Kiriti Sengupta’s Selected Poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/08/02/what-if-you-werent-a-poet-a-preview-of-kiriti-senguptas-selected-poems/): [Kiriti Sengupta’s Selected Poems published by Transcendent Zero Press, Houston (Texas)] By Mitali Chakravarty “What if you weren’t a poet?” (“Intrinsic”) Well, he wasn’t. A poet. I am referring to Kiriti Sengupta, who began as a dentist and developed a... - [A Married Single Mom](https://literaryyard.com/2025/08/01/a-married-single-mom/): By: NB  One            This title may trigger your curiosity a bit. It’s either you are married, or a single mom. But how can you be both? This world is full of married single moms. No matter the ethnicity,... - ['Blue Tooth' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/08/01/blue-tooth-and-other-poems/): By: Carl Papa Palmer Blue Tooth I ask how she’s doing. As if contemplating her answershe holds up a finger and begins speaking loudly,but not quite looking at me. She keeps turning away, gesturing to no one as I attemptto... - [Reading Beyond the Margins: The Case for Barangay Reading Centers in the Philippines](https://literaryyard.com/2025/08/01/reading-beyond-the-margins-the-case-for-barangay-reading-centers-in-the-philippines/): By: April Mae M. Berza In the heat-drenched corners of the Philippine archipelago—where roads turn to rivers during monsoon, where schools are often hours away by foot, and where children dream in dialects rarely printed in textbooks—education does not begin... - [The Adventures of Dr. Archibald Munk](https://literaryyard.com/2025/07/27/the-adventures-of-dr-archibald-munk/): By: Andrew Giusto “I have found a bizarre universe of brightly colored horses about one half the size of other horses and yet seemingly at adult and seemingly beyond ages. The colors are fundamental to them and I suspect genetic... - [Three Poems by Ron Riekki](https://literaryyard.com/2025/07/27/three-poems-by-ron-riekki/): By: Ron Riekki 1             The Poet Laureate pulls me aside and tells me that the next Poet Laureate to be elected to his position is going to be white and it’s going to be a friend of his and... - [When the light of the moon turned black](https://literaryyard.com/2024/10/18/when-the-light-of-the-moon-turned-black/): By: Debbie Tunstall If this is the endIf this air I breathe is indeed the last,I want it to fill every inch of what is me.I need it to rush from mouth to veinswith a spring in it’s step,Delicate but... - [Life-List (The Progenitor)](https://literaryyard.com/2024/10/18/life-list-the-progenitor/): By: Dennis Vannatta #9   At age twelve, Russell Parkhurst tears a page from his spiral notebook and writes across the top, LIST OF MY LIFE.  He’d meant to write, LIST OF WHAT I WANT TO DO IN MY LIFE, but... - [A Restoration Miracle in Illinois](https://literaryyard.com/2024/10/17/a-restoration-miracle-in-illinois/): By: Christopher Johnson Glacial Park Conservation Area in McHenry County, Illinois–some 45 miles northwest of Chicago–is a stunning example of the Midwestern landscape. In the space of 3,400 acres, you hike through a restored prairie and past a bog and... - [Casement: a complicated life](https://literaryyard.com/2024/10/17/casement-a-complicated-life/): By James Aitchison We were touring Northern Ireland, my wife and I, tracing some of my Irish ancestors to the seaside town of Ballycastle.  There, on the north-eastern tip of Ireland, we had booked a rather interesting cottage from the... - [Fugue States](https://literaryyard.com/2024/10/14/fugue-states/): By George Oliver They throw them in there – never put nor place. Girls and boys like Taylor are thrown in the small, padded rooms by the Guardians. The Guardians follow orders at the Compound: line up the new children... - [Four Fall Haiku](https://literaryyard.com/2024/10/14/four-fall-haiku-3/): By: Jim Bates Hot September dayDry grass crinkling underfootThirsty squirrel pants. Equinox arrivesEqual hours day and nightNature’s symmetry. Autumn breeze goes stillThirsty leaves hang crispilyDry air feels languid. Geese flying honkingSwallows amass on taut wiresSense of change looming. - [Review: Mandelstam, Oleg Lekmanov, translated by Tatiana Retivov (Academic Studies Press)](https://literaryyard.com/2024/10/13/review-mandelstam-oleg-lekmanov-translated-by-tatiana-retivov-academic-studies-press/): By Thomas Sanfilip It is difficult to say, though bears repeating, that poetry holds no sway over modern culture, it has drifted into obscure corners so distant, it has become merely an artifact, an oddity, a peculiar expression that has... - ["Once Around the Block" and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/10/13/once-around-the-block-and-other-poems/): By: Arvilla Fee Once Around the Block Lenny’s eyes sag, his chin sags;he’s just one sad sack of bonesbound to a wheelchair.Bored—bordering on depression.No family. No visitors. Stuck.Come on, Lenny, I say.He lifts bushy gray eyebrows,casting me a look of... - [Anguish](https://literaryyard.com/2024/10/13/anguish/): By: James Aitchison Weak shouldersdo not have to bearenormous anguish.Soft words,impervious to grief,await in the bastionof the soul.Let no mangrovel for answers.The soul containsthe means to gentlylight your path. - [Germany in the nighttime](https://literaryyard.com/2024/10/11/germany-in-the-nighttime/): By: Pawel Markiewicz 1961 – the wall has been builtonce sixty-one stars glowed over the native landthe East Germany rife with butterflies sparkled in the nightthe Western Germany full of west wood garlics glinted in the eveningthe fall of the... - [Traveling Through Guatemala with Granddaughters](https://literaryyard.com/2024/10/07/traveling-through-guatemala-with-granddaughters/): (Part of the Yin & Yang of Travel Series) By: Mark D. Walker Share our similarities, celebrate our differences. — M. Scott Peck Over the last fifty years, the why and where I travel have changed radically. In 2013, my... - [A peek into the longlist for the Crossword Book Awards 2024](https://literaryyard.com/2024/10/07/a-peek-into-the-longlist-for-the-crossword-book-awards-2024/): The Crossword Book Award, one of the coveted literary awards in the country, is back after a hiatus of five years. Launched in 1998, it is one of the longest-running awards in India, and aims to recognise and celebrate Indian... - [My Son’s Son ](https://literaryyard.com/2024/10/07/my-sons-son/): By: Carl Papa Palmer So I had him murdered, Papa.Who? Who’d you have murdered?Humpty Dumpty, in my story.What story? What’s this all about? It’s about my English Lit assignment,the extra-credit over-the-summerre-write of a famous nursery rhyme.This was the shortest one... - [Come into the parlour — and die!](https://literaryyard.com/2024/10/06/come-into-the-parlour-and-die/): By James Aitchison It all began in 1775 when Swedish chemist Carl Wilhelm Scheele invented a stunning new pigment — a green more vibrant, more luminous, than anything seen before.  The secret?  The miraculous new pigment was copper arsenite, also... - [Monday Morning](https://literaryyard.com/2024/10/05/monday-morning/): By: Bruce Levine Monday morningThe work week begins The last of September Anticipating fall October beginnings Winking an eye Harvests and beer fests Soon pumpkin pie The year winding down Another one gone Ice cream and candles Times Square alive... - ['Ideologic Dogma' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/09/30/ideologic-dogma-and-other-poems/): By: Bruce Levine Ideologic Dogma Ideologic dogmaTyped into a teleprompterRegurgitated by pundits Woven into conversations Taken as gospel according to the oracle of the day As long as it fits within the ideology Fiction parading as fact Reflected in the... - [Time](https://literaryyard.com/2024/09/29/time/): By: James Aitchison As the tree needstime to grow, sotoo the soul.Unhurried wisdom,stepping softly,seeking the infinite.Nothing springs fromignorance;lives scattered tothe winds have noroots.In quiet soil,the soul flourishes. - [Not the King’s English](https://literaryyard.com/2024/09/29/not-the-kings-english/): By James Aitchison In London, just five miles east of Buckingham Palace, a mysterious underground language has evolved.  An English language wherein words such as “frog”, “soldiers”, “Aristotle”, “whistle” and “butchers” do not mean what they are supposed to mean!... - [Nine Lives](https://literaryyard.com/2024/09/29/nine-lives/): By David William Jurgenson Popock opened his door and found a short Egyptian girl staring at him expectantly. She had large, watery green eyes, sleek diamond lips, with a luscious mane of black hair flowing down to her hips. Popock... - ['Catholic Cuts in the Schism' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/09/29/catholic-cuts-in-the-schism-and-other-poems/): By: Simon Heathcote Catholic Cuts in the Schism Thick black hair sashaying in clumpslike gold leaf bestowed on Toni’sSmall Heath shop — I was the grandsonof the local vicar who smiled and waveddown the High Street like reruns of a papal visit — and... - ['Mulberries' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/09/29/mulberries-and-other-poems/): By: John Ziegler Mulberries I remember orchids through the windowof a solarium’s silver glass, on Ruben Patterson’s property, his estate, with its mammoth mansion, with its broad veranda and 4 car garage, his cream – and – gold Stutz Bearcat.... - [Six Lake Superior Haiku](https://literaryyard.com/2024/09/29/six-lake-superior-haiku/): By: Jim Bates Deep forest strollingSunny skies blue asters bloomSuch serenity. Rocky granite gorgeCascading river echoesWildly roaring bliss. Solitary singerSongs sung with heartfelt passionVoice transcending. Walking pine tree woodsSkirting nefarious rootsHappily hiking. Stoney beach agatesPebbles swirling reddish huesWonder of eons.... - ['September Again' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/09/24/september-again-and-other-poems/): By: Richard LeDue “September Again” Trees painting pictures with their leaves,leaving us to ponder where they hidetheir paint brushes, or why we turnthose colours into bright remindersof approaching winter and another summerlost, but some are lucky and just stare,blinded by... - [Easy to Read](https://literaryyard.com/2024/09/24/easy-to-read/): By Taylor Dibbert He’s atHighland BooksWith his momAnd he comes acrossAn enlarged print bookAnd he lovesSeeing these wordsOn the pageEverything lookingSo accessibleSo easy to read. ### Taylor Dibbert is a writer, journalist, and poet in Washington, DC. “Rescue Dog,” his... - [Help! I’m Dead!](https://literaryyard.com/2024/09/23/help-im-dead/): By John RC Potter           “Help! I’m Dead!” Those chilling words rose into the clear blue-sky skies and bounced off the rosy-hued heavens on a farm in southwestern Ontario one early summer’s morning in the mid-60s. At the shrill lament,... - ['Glimpse Eros' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/09/22/glimpse-eros-and-other-poems/): By: Sam Barbee Glimpse Eros I crave new ecstasies,pursue passion beyond the smooch.Let obsession bypass innuendo –bones quivering beneath skin.Sweat rather than sonnets. Dismiss passive liaisons leavingwrinkles, in a palace trimmed with pillows.A realm to be content with candles and... - [The lost colonies of Utopia ](https://literaryyard.com/2024/09/21/the-lost-colonies-of-utopia/): By James Aitchison Dictionaries tell us that Utopia means a place of ideal perfection.  They also offer a secondary meaning: an impractical scheme for social improvement. Crushing poverty, social inequality and defeat in war drove thousands to start new lives... - [On Their Own Behalf](https://literaryyard.com/2024/09/16/on-their-own-behalf/): By: Bruce Levine Focused on infinity Without clear-cut definitions Prolonged anxiety Created by hyperbole Society regulated By rules imposed Without the consent Of the governed Fragmenting the populace Into antagonistic segments Making demands Solely on their own behalf The squeaky... - ['Standing On the Edge' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/09/15/standing-on-the-edge-and-other-poems/): By: Michelle Murray Standing On the Edge Standing on the edgeTeeteringTotteringTrying not to fall offIt’s a balancing actStep rightThen step leftSoftlySlowlySo as not to slipSwinging my arms to balanceLike a circus actTrying to stay onTrying not to fallTo fall would... - ['Early bird dirge' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/09/11/early-bird-dirge-and-other-poems/): By: Gabi Probst Totality – 4/9/24 In the background, I like to thinkthe light of mine you stifle(cosmic coincidence)twinkles to be beautifulremembered for our storiesbrushes of bright reachout over dark canvasmomentous in my narrativetypical in yours? you movelike any other... - [ASL Night](https://literaryyard.com/2024/09/10/asl-night/): By: Carl Papa Palmer her hips move in tunewith her hands keeping timesigning words of his songsto the rhythm of his rhyme him rapping on her righton the stage with his micvoicing verse to the deafthru her signing on his... - ['Thou Act Another Time' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/09/08/thou-act-another-time-and-other-poems/): By: Kwodwo Bentum Thou Act Another Time Shall I compare thee to the Time foretold?When nations will loose sovereignty and freedomsAnd the so-called inalienable rights will be encroachedAnd anarchy be the lord of territorial kingdomsWhere grotesque leadership be the best... - [Zog: king or clown?](https://literaryyard.com/2024/09/08/zog-king-or-clown/): By James Aitchison He was known as the king with the funny name, a self-appointed Muslim ruler who survived 55 assassination attempts, a dictator who fled to The Ritz in London and died in obscurity in France. And while history... - ['Awesome bright wonder' and other summer haiku](https://literaryyard.com/2024/09/08/awesome-bright-wonder-and-other-summer-haiku/): By: Jim Bates Awesome bright wonderJupiter and Venus shineLighting the deep night. Summertime soft rainFalling on thirsty gardensPlants drink joyfully. This home of the soulThese bricks of good memoriesThis mortar of love. Big Bluestem prairieWind racing through wildflowersSea of grass... - ['The Land of Cuckoo' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/09/08/the-land-of-cuckoo-and-other-poems/): By: Pramod Rastogi The Land of Cuckoo I pay a visit to the Alps long overdueWhere in a hut live my cousins so true,Awaiting in awe my visit impromptu. They are born wizards of the flame issueWho love to light... - [Reading Chair at Dusk](https://literaryyard.com/2024/09/08/reading-chair-at-dusk/): By: Gregg Norman Face off, feet off the floor,lying on leather reclined,only the words keeping mefrom falling throughinto another dimension.Words underlinedbetween the linesby sunlight real and realized,lamplight fake and faded,bright to brighter too bright,as the sun falls dyingand darkness floods... - [Generosity](https://literaryyard.com/2024/09/08/generosity/): By: Kim Farleigh Platform lights illuminated her pleased eyes as she entered the dark compartment that Jones had entered without paying for a full-price ticket. She removed a glossy magazine from a bag. Her pink top, white jeans, cream shoes,... - ['The Next Plateau' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/09/05/the-next-plateau-and-other-poems/): By: Bruce Levine The Next Plateau Roads taken Following twists and turns Roads less taken Often straight But often less scenic With fewer variables Fewer variations Fewer vistas Fewer paths to the next plateau Trials and tribulations A sing-song melody... - ['These Colors' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/09/05/these-colors-and-other-poems/): By: Sarah Mahina Calvello These Colors All these colors,Combed and spunInto fine spiralsOf cotton candyDying the skyWith a stretching sigh Morning roseCovers everythingWith a patient brightness Another dayOf rise and fall— The Postcard For Michael Calvello Take me to the... - ['Ars Longa' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/09/05/ars-longa-and-other-poems/): By: Cynthia Pitman Ars Longa to Isaac The weary artist, long unknown,made his way down the hidden pathto the forbidden lake.There he abandoned his brusheson the shoreand knelt by the water’s edgeto rinse his pallet one last time.As the colors... - [Suite Remorse Haiku](https://literaryyard.com/2024/09/04/suite-remorse-haiku/): By: Mike Turner The cold rain of ageWashes away nostalgiaLeaving only regret Poignant memoriesLike a relentless high tideSlowly submerge me In the past’s sad depthsLie yesterday’s reflectionsQuietly weeping - ['Rather Warm' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/09/04/rather-warm-and-other-poems/): By: David Sapp Rather Warm Rather warmI’m certainYou’d agreeWe’ve fiddled aroundFor far too longNow everyoneWatches RomeEverything everywhereBurning brightlyNeedlessly thoroughlyAnd you and IWe are all NeroMindlessly pluckingStrumming hummingCatchy tunesIn our comfy airConditioned apocalypse There’s Brutality There’s brutalityOn the front pageAbove the... - [Midlife Crisis](https://literaryyard.com/2024/09/03/midlife-crisis/): By Taylor Dibbert Nothing breaksA marriageQuite likeA midlife crisis. ### Taylor Dibbert is a writer, journalist, and poet in Washington, DC. “Rescue Dog,” his fourth full-length poetry collection, was published in May. - ['Ode to Ern Malley' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/09/02/ode-to-ern-malley-and-other-poems/): By: Duane L Herrmann ODE TO ERN MALLEY Do an “Ern Malley”as the pranksters did:assume a male persona,pretend to be a poet,make up new versein strange new ways,and shock the otherswho thought they knewwhat a poem was.Open doors which morefollowed,... - ['A Killer Summer' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/09/02/a-killer-summer-and-other-poems/): By: Ranjit K Sahu A killer summer Causality of an unsolicited relationshipMy heart wanders around the dusky huesThe summer sky grapples with cloudsComprehending what’s false and what’s true Wishes metamorphose into murmurationsChanging their shape and intensityAnd in those abstractions sketch... - [Britain’s Royal Nazi](https://literaryyard.com/2024/09/01/britains-royal-nazi/): By James Aitchison He was born a British prince.  His father was Queen Victoria’s youngest, brightest son.  He was educated at Eton.  Lewis Carroll, a family friend, dubbed him a “perfect little prince”.  Yet he was denounced in Britain as... - [Completeness](https://literaryyard.com/2024/09/01/completeness/): By: James Aitchison When all is calm,when every ripple is smoothed,when every doubt dispelled,the four corners of the worldare yours.None shall limit your horizons,none shall steal your wisdom,none shall thwart you.Old whispers are no longer heard,and your breath is eternal.When... - ['Big white moon glowing' and other summer haiku](https://literaryyard.com/2024/08/29/big-white-moon-glowing-and-other-summer-haiku/): By: Jim Bates Big white moon glowingShining bright across the skyLighting up the night. Crisp late summer nightThey snuggle warm under quiltsMoonlight bright with love. Old-time country roadSwirling dust clouds rise and settleIn a timeless way. Gentle dawn sunlightFlowers glowing... - [To the Men in Blue](https://literaryyard.com/2024/08/29/to-the-men-in-blue/): By: Emmanuel Papa Quansah When you see tons of placardsflying without flairWhen you see hundreds of fistsvertically punching the airWhen you hear millions of hungry voicesshoutingWhen you see thousands of jobless feetstamping the streetWhen you see our teenagers and adultsslapping... - [''Love in the fast lane'' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/08/28/love-in-the-fast-lane-and-other-poems/): By: Debbie Tunstall 1) Love in the fast lane You worked at the ‘ used car ‘ dealershipwhen you sold me your love, discounted to half the price-And I bought it. After a quick test drive, and a signature on... - [Mistake City](https://literaryyard.com/2024/08/28/mistake-city/): By: Ian C Smith. At last he lands a real job, regular, not stop-gap: reasonable wages with overtime, albeit monotonous graft reached by driving in peak hour traffic, the idea of the car as freedom thwarted.  He hasn’t been told... - [I proposed for the first time](https://literaryyard.com/2024/08/28/i-proposed-for-the-first-time/): By Reese Scott I don’t remember the exact sayingFor every year you are with someone it will take six months to get over them and move onMe and my girlfriend were together for three yearsSo, I have to wait over... - [Chance Meeting](https://literaryyard.com/2024/08/26/chance-meeting/): By: Linda Barrett                The two women bumped into each other as they unlocked their respective mailboxes in the Chateau’s retirement community’s lobby. The tall red-haired woman moved backward while the short blonde woman also moved backward.                “Sorry” they... - [FLOWER VENDOR](https://literaryyard.com/2024/08/23/flower-vendor/): By: Sathya Narayana I know him for the past thirty years;a door-to-door flower vendor;short, lean, dark with gullible staresand a basket around his shoulders. ‘How much do you earn? ‘ once I askedway back in the eighties, if I’m right.‘Enough... - ['To Awaken a Forgotten Love' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/08/23/to-awaken-a-forgotten-love-and-other-poems/): By: Irma Kurti To awaken a forgotten love The voice of my memories called meto awaken an almost forgotten love;to feel the beat of my heart againin the city where we found each other. Something hits my chest like a... - [Aging](https://literaryyard.com/2024/08/23/aging/): By: James Aitchison Do not bind me withsocial rope orpublic scorn.What is me is eternal.I do not clingto my physical body.I seek the farpossibilities,the silence of the wise,the pure energy of self,the mind at peace.How long have I waitedfor my... - [A tale of two Edgars](https://literaryyard.com/2024/08/22/a-tale-of-two-edgars/): By: James Aitchison Two men, both Edgars, born in the same year — 1875 — would become the most prolific authors of the twentieth century, creating two fictional characters that have never ceased to capture the world’s imagination — King... - [Exploring the World of Pod Systems: The Future of Vaping](https://literaryyard.com/2024/08/22/exploring-the-world-of-pod-systems-the-future-of-vaping/): Vaping has evolved significantly over the past decade, offering numerous alternatives to traditional smoking. Among the latest advancements in the vaping industry, pod systems have emerged as a popular choice for both beginners and experienced vapers. This article explores the... - ['Apparently' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/08/20/apparently-and-other-poems/): By DJ Tyrer Apparently Apparently(It’s always ‘apparently’As a straight ‘yes’ or ‘no’ is never given)Our block is no longer recyclingPerhaps because the residents never botheredTo sort trash properlyMixing recycling and rubbish togetherPerhaps because the workers were too lazyTo put the... - [The Guide to Happiness](https://literaryyard.com/2024/08/20/the-guide-to-happiness/): By: Edmund Fulton Happiness, what is that even? And more importantly, how do you gain it? Some would say happiness can be found in buying a new, expensive car, or a bigger house. Others would say it is important to... - [Start Living](https://literaryyard.com/2024/08/20/start-living/): By: Edmund Fulton One life, that’s what you get. Not more, not less, so do something with it. Every day is another chance, so use it wisely. Don’t waste precious time being stuck in the past, sobbing over something you... - [The Urbanite](https://literaryyard.com/2024/08/20/the-urbanite/): By: Bruce Levine Focused on the refrainElongated phrasesLines like the symmetryOf a skyscraperPiercing the airToward the sunCasting shadowsAlong the sidewalksCreating new patternsBent by the crosswalksOf other shadowsFrom other towersWith geometric precisionIn a profusionOf pathwaysRenewed and refreshedBy the cascading lightOf another... - [Erskine Childers: the man before Bond](https://literaryyard.com/2024/08/16/erskine-childers-the-man-before-bond/): By James Aitchison Long before Ian Fleming, John Buchan, Graham Greene, Eric Ambler, Len Deighton and John le Carré, there was Erskine Childers.  His book, The Riddle of the Sands, published in May 1903, is arguably the first spy novel... - [Walls](https://literaryyard.com/2024/08/16/walls-3/): By: James Aitchison There are no wallsbetween life and the truthof your inner self.Eternal wisdom is yours now. The physical form of yourselfis not the finality. You do not have to wait until deathto see the truth beyond the obvious.Inner... - [Five Summer Haiku](https://literaryyard.com/2024/08/16/five-summer-haiku/): By: Jim Bates Northern Lights glowingSoft waves shimmering like dreamsWaiting to come true. Morning rain fallingSoggy wet flower headsBend in silent thanks. Early morning lightFlowers nodding in the dawnSerene peaceful calm. Aunt and Uncle’s cabinOn a lake overflowingWith good memories.... - [Out of the Darkness ](https://literaryyard.com/2024/08/16/out-of-the-darkness/): By Taylor Dibbert He didn’t know That he’d need to Write his way Out of the darkness But when he Met her There was a lot That he didn’t know, A lot that He never considered. ### Taylor Dibbert is... - ['Deep conversations with the moon' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/08/14/deep-conversations-with-the-moon-and-other-poems/): By: moonchildprose - ['The Path Ahead' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/08/12/the-path-ahead-and-other-poems/): By Bruce Levine The Path Ahead The River Flow - [Unbounded](https://literaryyard.com/2024/08/12/unbounded/): By: James Aitchison The momentis here.While others weaveknots of resistance,you seek theeternal spirit within.Seek the truth,and in your sacrifices,gain peace.The late sea calls,and wisdom willcarry you far. - [Langston Hughes: What happens to a dream deferred?](https://literaryyard.com/2024/08/12/langston-hughes-what-happens-to-a-dream-deferred/): By James Aitchison Langston Hughes, the Poet Laureate of African America, had a great ear for rhythms and stress, able to propel ideas and demands for racial justice through urgent jagged verse, a “jazz” poet who harnessed popular music such... - ['Prime' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/08/12/prime-and-other-poems/): By: Miss Debbie Ann Tunstall Prime I’ll lay amongst the sumptuous bunchPicking and pulling at it,Asking myself if it’s seasonedUnder swollen layers. How does it taste; ripeOr bittersweet?Enough for all your senses? I’ll yearn for you to devour it,Savor the... - [The dreameries with Egyptian cats](https://literaryyard.com/2024/08/12/the-dreameries-with-egyptian-cats/): By: Paweł Markiewicz I looked at the window of my villaand it was midnight.The brown cat meowed.He is the guardian of many blissful melancholies.He is the crimson memory of philosophers.He is a signpost for golden-hearted poets.I am tender ancient sage.I... - [Michaela and Me](https://literaryyard.com/2024/08/08/michaela-and-me/): By: Harrison Abbott My sister Michaela had had problems with her sleeping for years. So she went to the doctor and the doctor prescribed her a form of sleeping pills. They worked at first. Michaela would call me up and... - [3 AM](https://literaryyard.com/2024/08/02/3-am/): By: Devanshee Soni It’s 3 am, pre-dawn,air crisp like ironed linen,but my pillowcase and bedsheetscreaming, with traces of firemy room, a sweatshop.I laboriously glide out of the bed,the choking air hunger getting best of me.My limbs have gone numb, pins... - [Socialist Art in the 19th and 20th Centuries](https://literaryyard.com/2024/08/02/socialist-art-in-the-19th-and-20th-centuries/): By Yoobin (Annika) Song The socialists of the 19th and 20th centuries launched a formidable challenge against industrial capitalism, employing art as a powerful tool for critical analysis and critique. In works such as “A Pyramid of Capitalist Society,” (fig.... - ['Never Ending Insanity' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/08/01/never-ending-insanity-and-other-poems/): By: Richard LeDue Never Ending Insanity Lucidity stained by lunacy is inevitableas we slay dragons we raised ourselveswith dog food we boughtfor the neighbour’s starving dog,and then there’s your brother who diedfrom lung cancer,eating bologna and ketchupin his deathbed,while we... - ['Picture This' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/07/31/picture-this-and-other-poems-2/): By: J.K. Durick I picture the wineIn your handA glass enoughAs poems go byBi-lingual of courseThe neighbor’s dogKeeping watchWithout askingThe afternoon endsAnd like everywhereNight introduces itselfThe heat slowsThe day goesThis is the dreamYou had/havePlanned, playedA song you wroteWordsWithout the voiceOr... - [O Angel! My Angel!](https://literaryyard.com/2024/07/31/o-angel-my-angel/): By Tabussum Sumaiya “Knock Knock!” Who’s there?“Angel I am, Devil’s too here!”Why is Devil always thy near?“Nothin’ I, exist in His solemn prayer!” O Angel! O Angel!You turning into That?This shrewd bosom buddyA sweet hypocrite brat! O Angel! My Angel!Don’t... - ['Tears of the Sun' and poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/07/31/tears-of-the-sun-and-poems/): By: Jonathan Chibuike Ukah Tears of the Sun It’s just another Christmas Day.When birds twittered freely away;I sat alone upon the desolate graveWhere flowers lie and pebbles rave. The sun pierced its tearful raysUpon the cloudy hills and matted leaves;Gone... - [Death, Two Ways— Ready To Be Served](https://literaryyard.com/2024/07/30/death-two-ways-ready-to-be-served/): By: Roopa Menon The First Way Wear your best clothes. Statistics reveal that people who wear their favorite attire just before killing themselves suffer less. If you are not a sucker for statistics, don’t bother. Choosing where you commit the... - [Today, Tomorrow, and Always](https://literaryyard.com/2024/07/30/today-tomorrow-and-always/): By: Bruce Levine Today, tomorrow, and always The future holding hands Moving forward Toward new beginnings Building on the past Without looking back Sharing the moments And making new mem’ries Wrapping each adventure In a satin ribbon And placing them... - [The High School on the Hill](https://literaryyard.com/2024/07/29/the-high-school-on-the-hill/): By: Daniel Acosta, Jr. Prologue  At a very early age when I started grade school in 1951, I saw that the white kids at my school were the ones favored by the teachers, especially those who were smart and popular.... - [Wizzywig](https://literaryyard.com/2024/07/29/wizzywig/): By Carl Papa Palmer WYSIWYG – What you see is what you get FYI, WTF is not where’s the fire,IIRC. (if I remember correctly)BTW, IANAL. (I am not a lawyer)IOW, IMAn00b. (a clueless newbie) A MOTOS (member of the opposite... - [My Library](https://literaryyard.com/2024/07/28/my-library/): By: Bruce Levine Sometimes I just enjoy being surrounded by booksI sit in my library and look around There’s no purpose to the looking Other than the pleasure the looking brings by itself Shelves filled with books Objet d’art perched... - ['Gold Mining' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/07/28/gold-mining-and-other-poems/): By: Simon Heathcote Others Can’t flowers be silent & birds sing?A late breeze kisses a single bladesetting off a Mexican wave of Irish green — a tsunami for little things to learn panic.I don’t see so well but I listen.There’s no escaping... - [Grzegorz Wróblewski: ASEMIC WRITING](https://literaryyard.com/2024/07/28/grzegorz-wroblewski-asemic-writing/): By: Grzegorz Wróblewski  ### Grzegorz Wróblewski was born in 1962 in Gdańsk and grew up in Warsaw. Since 1985 he has been living in Copenhagen. English translations of his work are available in Our Flying Objects (trans. Joel Leonard Katz, Rod Mengham, Malcolm... - ['Building Bridges' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/07/28/building-bridges-and-other-poems/): By: Arvilla Fee Building Bridges hand me a plank;I’ll hand you a saw;together we will builda bridge across this chasm;we’ll all be brothers and sisters,sweating together beneath a sunhung in the universe for all mankind,drinking water from our father’s wells;we... - ['Dirty Window' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/07/28/dirty-window-and-other-poems/): By: Margaret Marcum Fifteen and afraid. I made my family go away.And I record the days carefully in mycomposition book, as if knowing givesme control over disappearing, as if I’m ascientist of my body observing the durationof its disappearance from... - [Under Sail](https://literaryyard.com/2024/07/25/under-sail/): By: Mike Turner I stand upon rough, worn wood deckSalty tang of sea spray upon my lipsEying starched white canvas arching aloft against azure skiesEyes burning and watering from the reflectionFeeling rise and fall of straining hull against rolling wavesCool... - [DC Metro Chatter](https://literaryyard.com/2024/07/25/dc-metro-chatter/): By Taylor Dibbert Someone speaking loudlyOn the metroTrying to sound importantBeing obnoxious,It’s all so gross. ### Taylor Dibbert is a writer, journalist, and poet in Washington, DC. “Rescue Dog,” his fourth full-length poetry collection, was published in May. - ['Echoes on the River Bank' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/07/22/echoes-on-the-river-bank-and-other-poems/): By: Nattie O’Sheggzy  ECHOES ON THE RIVER BANK The moon carries a lonely shadowof the fully fledged tree behind the gazebosentinel of the ebbing clouds in its bosombut all its head is gonethe distance between sight and flightthat distance is... - [$9 Billion Dollar Virgin](https://literaryyard.com/2024/07/22/9-billion-dollar-virgin/): By: Tom Ball      I, Mike, said to Tina, “Many men have tried to win your love, yet you remain a virgin.” She said, “I’ve decided to sell my virginity to the highest bidder. I am the most famous virgin... - [Review: A Stranger in My Own Country, The 1944 Prison Diary by Hans Fallada](https://literaryyard.com/2024/07/20/review-a-stranger-in-my-own-country-the-1944-prison-diary-by-hans-fallada/): By Thomas Sanfilip There is no question the diary can be adapted into other literary forms of narrative—it has been done countless times over the centuries and lent its form particularly to fiction, yet the cheap, first-person narratives that litter... - [A Bump in the Road](https://literaryyard.com/2024/07/20/a-bump-in-the-road/): By: Anthony Paolucci It finally happened. Or did it? Theo couldn’t be sure. Not yet at least. He needed more time to mull it over. Maybe a few days. Or a few months.             He was there when it happened.... - [The Most Wonderful Time of the Year](https://literaryyard.com/2024/07/20/the-most-wonderful-time-of-the-year/): By Anthony Paolucci WHY HELL HADN’T OPENED up and swallowed this shithole by now is something Mary would never quite understand. Rudy’s Bar & Grille, known affectionately to its regulars as Satan’s Armpit. Or, “The Pit” for short. The last... - [The Delusions of ‘Modern’ People](https://literaryyard.com/2024/07/20/the-delusions-of-modern-people/): By: Nolo Segundo        Modern societies in general and especially it seems those in the West suffer under the widespread delusion that people today are ‘better’ than their ancestors who lived long ago—not just better off in a material sense... - [Mao’s revered doctor](https://literaryyard.com/2024/07/20/maos-revered-doctor/): By James Aitchison Few Westerners are revered in China.  But one Canadian doctor remains a national hero to this day, honoured in school history books and by statues throughout the country. How his name, Bethune, was translated into Chinese indicates... - [All in a knight’s work: the Order of the Garter](https://literaryyard.com/2024/07/19/all-in-a-knights-work-the-order-of-the-garter/): By James Aitchison For most of us, the British honours system is as baffling as it is somewhat incongruous.  In today’s world, many of its heraldic institutions seem relics of past glory.  Arguably, the most curious of these is an... - [The shuttered mind](https://literaryyard.com/2024/07/19/the-shuttered-mind/): By: James Aitchison Why do we abandon thetrue essence of ourselves,and accept minds shutteredand shadowed?Why do we avoid the joyfulsoul and crave a life of limitations?Fresh and eternal transitionawaits before death.Take refuge in the quiet voicethat speaks within every soul.Plant... - [The Environmental Impact of Black Alkaline Water: Is It a Sustainable Choice?](https://literaryyard.com/2024/07/18/the-environmental-impact-of-black-alkaline-water-is-it-a-sustainable-choice/): The popularity of alkaline water has surged in recent times. It is hailed for its amazing health benefits and unique properties. As consumers become more environmentally conscious, there is a massive interest in understanding the environmental impact of this trendy... - ['Tired of Chasing Rainbows' and haiku](https://literaryyard.com/2026/02/17/tired-of-chasing-rainbows-and-haiku/): By: Bruce Levine Tired of Chasing Rainbows Letting goYet holding fastDreams a realityCovered with dustYesterday’s tomorrowsA golden calfLonging for diversionIn an empty paragraph Farther down the roadThe hyperbole of fateNothing to loseIn the chances we take Holding on to daydreamsIn... - [Then And Now](https://literaryyard.com/2026/02/17/then-and-now/): By: Snigdha Agrawal She struck flints somewhere on the Deccan plainInvented ‘ghar ka khaana’ long before there was grainHe came home bragging about hunting wild boarBut honestly, she always wound up doing moreShe tanned hides, stored food, and mapped every... - [The Monster Menorah](https://literaryyard.com/2026/02/17/the-monster-menorah/): By: Philip Graubart Rabbi Judith Adler wrapped her damp palm around the gun barrel. She was surprised at how easily the pistol fit in her hand, somehow accommodating her exact lines and fissures, as if the deadly thing had been... - [Five Winter Haiku](https://literaryyard.com/2026/02/08/five-winter-haiku/): By: Jim Bates Bright full moon settingShining through snow covered pinesLighting thoughts of joy. Cold blue winter skySun reflects off icy snowMagic light dancing. Cold north wind blowingPine tree’s thick branches bendingBirds huddle for warmth. Frozen winter dayIce houses dotting... - [For You, Lili Marleen](https://literaryyard.com/2026/02/08/for-you-lili-marleen/): By: Bill Gruber Before it downsized to Twitter, blogofdeath.com was the go-to place to find obituaries for (their words) “famous, infamous and interesting unknowns,” which was where I first read about the life and times of the late Norbert Arnold... - [Review: 'No One Dreams in Color' By John Biscello](https://literaryyard.com/2026/02/08/review-no-one-dreams-in-color-by-john-biscello/): By: Dianne Reeves Angel John Biscello’s No One Dreams in Color is one of those rare novels that feels less like a book you read than a dreamscape you wander through. From its opening pages, it casts a quiet, hypnotic spell —... - ['Outside' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2026/02/02/outside-and-other-poems/): By: Samo Kreutz outside the cloud rehearsesa languageolder than asphalt whispers the sighs of housesand the breaths of streetcars reminding methat absence is only a breeze I carry in my ears river patienceflows with the river and itspolished stonessoftened into... - [The Last Role](https://literaryyard.com/2026/02/02/the-last-role/): By: Eugen Oniscu From the stopped train, people of all kinds stepped down, scattering along the streets that stretched beside the station. Among the last to descend was a man moving with the aid of two crutches. He seemed utterly... - [Turbulent Ripples](https://literaryyard.com/2026/02/01/turbulent-ripples/): By: Goutam Roy Disquiet seas churn—turbulent ripples shimmer,dazzled with foam,a transient resilience,like a comet’s briefappearance in the sky. Within the seething heart,echoes of lightrise from within,from the gut’s core,layering themselves,yearning to becomeone with the ripplesof the sea—to submerge. In the... - [Air and light](https://literaryyard.com/2026/02/01/air-and-light/): By: James Aitchison Sometimes, when you feelthe quieting, do you seekits source?The eternal spirit in each manrequires the air and lightof goodness.With every redirection of your life,you have a witness.In the silence, listen.There is great art in living,for each day... - [Solitude](https://literaryyard.com/2026/01/22/solitude/): By: James Aitchison Live not on the surface.Rest within the self,in the fastness of the heartfind answers.Mortality is transient,cycles of good and evilrepeated.With thoughts andperspectives balanced,breathe free.Abandon the cloak ofearthly being.Follow the elevated pathwhich few havewalked before. - [Only The Few](https://literaryyard.com/2026/01/18/only-the-few/): By: Bruce Levine Here’s to the fewWho catapulted out ofThe miasma of mediocritySeeking renownNot in the pond made for a goldfishBut striving for the brass ringPlaying with the big boysIn the big sandboxNever losing sight of the goalAs they rise... - [Bruce Levine's Reflection 2025](https://literaryyard.com/2026/01/18/bruce-levines-reflection-2025/): By Bruce Levine In many ways this has been an odd year for me. Not odd in that I’ve subbed at DHS almost full time – but full time when I covered, long term, for a Social Studies teacher out... - [The Case of the Ambitious Author](https://literaryyard.com/2026/01/18/the-case-of-the-ambitious-author/): By James Aitchison He is the role model for aspiring young authors: a writer who set himself a target of 1,200,000 words a year, typed with two fingers! Erle Stanley Gardner was the best-selling American author in the 1960s.  He... - [Spy fiction: Authors in the shadows](https://literaryyard.com/2026/01/18/spy-fiction-authors-in-the-shadows/): By James Aitchison Bestsellers in their day, but forgotten now.  The pioneers of spy fiction, hundreds of them, produced thousands of stories between 1914 and 1939.  Some, like Somerset Maugham’s Ashenden, The Riddle of the Sands by Erskine Childers, John... - ['Boimela' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2026/01/18/boimela-and-other-poems/): By: Mitali Chakravarty Boimela At Boimela, youngguitars sing poetry.Gaiety fills the air. Boys and girlsare everywhere.Book lovers meetin pages: somefind true love:some dig deeper,mazed by magicmists or mantras. Here languagesgreet across thestreets. Writerslaunch words inrockets to explorethe skies, meetstars till... - [The Light in the Cemetery](https://literaryyard.com/2026/01/08/the-light-in-the-cemetery/): By Douglas Young Douglas Young is an author and professor emeritus whose essays, poems, and short stories have appeared in a variety of publications in America, Canada, Europe, and Asia. His first novel, Deep in the Forest, was published in 2021 and... - [Andrey Platonov, The Forgotten Dream of the Revolution, Tora Lane](https://literaryyard.com/2026/01/08/andrey-platonov-the-forgotten-dream-of-the-revolution-tora-lane/): By Thomas Sanfilip It is no secret that politics and literature have shared a long history together, often producing great literature in the process—Dostoevsky’s The Possessed, Joseph Conrad’s Nostromo, Alfred Koestler’s Darkness at Noon and others. But except for using political conflict as merely the backdrop to rather... - [Anti-Heroine? Hmm, what's so special about it?](https://literaryyard.com/2026/01/07/anti-heroine-hmm-whats-so-special-about-it/): The literary world has long been fascinated by the “difficult” woman. For centuries, female protagonists were expected to be paragons of virtue—the “Angel in the House.” But some of history’s most enduring characters are those who refused to fit the... - [The Art of Geniosity](https://literaryyard.com/2026/01/07/the-art-of-geniosity/): By: Bruce Levine The art of geniosityMore than just an M & M in a bagFocused on the best and the worstThe universe has to bringAdding together the good and the badInto a formula for profusion of ideasA plethora of... - [Intersections](https://literaryyard.com/2026/01/02/intersections/): By: James Aitchison Each day you formyour eternal self,shaped by a myriad testsand endless humanintersections.You are wrought inthe flames of life’s fire,and by the vandalism ofhuman emotions.In the self-honest silenceexamine your own spirituality,and let it magnifya hundredfold. - [Mathrubhumi International Festival of Letters to celebrate Creativity, Dialogues & Literature excellence ](https://literaryyard.com/2026/01/02/mathrubhumi-international-festival-of-letters-to-celebrate-creativity-dialogues-literature-excellence/): South India’s most anticipated celebration of literature, Mathrubhumi International Festival of Letters returns for its 7thedition from 29th January to 1st February 2026, at the iconic Kanakakkannu Palace, Thiruvanthapuram, capital of Kerala.  The upcoming edition of this festival turns its focus on... - [Poem about the PTSD counselor yelling at me to relax, to just relax](https://literaryyard.com/2025/12/30/poem-about-the-ptsd-counselor-yelling-at-me-to-relax-to-just-relax/): By: Ron Riekki Poem about the PTSD counselor yelling at me to relax, to just relax, and yelling doesn’t help. And that’s it. That’s the whole poem. About how yelling doesn’t help. You’d think a PTSD counselor would know this,... - [C. S. Forester: an adventurous mind](https://literaryyard.com/2025/12/29/c-s-forester-an-adventurous-mind/): By: James Aitchison Few British novelists have captured the world’s imagination as completely as C. S. Forester.  And, in the process, his cinematic writing style inspired major Hollywood movies. Born in Cairo, Egypt, in 1899, as Cecil Louis Troughton Smith,... - [Bitan Chakraborty and Malati Mukherjee Awarded Rabindranath Tagore Literary Prize 2024-25](https://literaryyard.com/2025/12/29/bitan-chakraborty-and-malati-mukherjee-awarded-rabindranath-tagore-literary-prize-2024-25/): The 2024–2025 Rabindranath Tagore Literary Prize has been awarded to Bitan Chakraborty and Malati Mukherjee for their remarkable work, The Blight and Seven Short Stories (Shambhabi The Third Eye Imprint, 2024). The laureates were revealed through the Prize’s official online... - [Passing of Vinod Kumar Shukla](https://literaryyard.com/2025/12/29/passing-of-vinod-kumar-shukla/): By: Shailendra Chauhan The passing of Vinod Kumar Shukla is not merely the passing of an individual; it is the passing of a language that spoke very softly, said a great deal in very few words, and—away from noise—found profound... - [The murder, the Mafia, and the Duke of Windsor](https://literaryyard.com/2025/12/29/the-murder-the-mafia-and-the-duke-of-windsor/): By James Aitchison Nassau, the Bahamas.  8 July 1943.  It was after midnight when Sir Harry Oakes, aged 68, one of the world’s richest men, was murdered with a silver ice pick from Simpsons-in-the-Strand.  It punctured the side of his... - ['Listening to Leonard Cohen' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/12/29/listening-to-leonard-cohen-and-other-poems/): By: Dan Holt Listening to Leonard Cohen Listening toSongs Of Love And HateTrying to writePoetryThat serves the moment I’ll neverWrite like thatI’ll neverSing like that Every wordMeasuredFor it’s worthSang in thatDeliberate voiceWith allAnd noneOf the emotionAt the same time Finger... - ['Disappearing in God' and poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/12/29/disappearing-in-god-and-poems/): By: Greg Wood Disappearing in God if you sensea certain shinein the shadowsof the trees, you may bea sufilightlyspinningacross thechessboardmirror ofearthand sky. or a sageimmersed inwindswept presence:the beginningof what wasand stillis onenessof being theshine inthe shadowsof the trees. Finding Chris... - ['To Debra, my girlfriend' and poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/12/29/to-debra-my-girlfriend-and-poems/): By: Cedar Dev To Debra, my girlfriend Your chocolate-tinted cheeks,Are waiting to be kissed.I can see all of humanity,Resting under your eyes,I’ll be your cushion,Sit on meYou be my food,I will eat you,From your forehead to soft feet-Your African body.... - [She-pirate and the tavern](https://literaryyard.com/2025/12/23/she-pirate-and-the-tavern/): By: Paweł Markiewicz It’s a late and warm autumn.The wind gathered leaves up on the roofof the marvelous tavern.The seagulls heralded a memory – an initiation.The old pensioner-captain drank the intoxicant,like the ambrosia of the life.The female pirate Mary mentionedher... - [Winter Haiku](https://literaryyard.com/2025/12/23/winter-haiku-3/): By: Jim Bates Winter’s frigid songCold wind howling through bare treesWindswept melody. Clear cold winter nightDome of stars bright and immenseStarlight streaming bliss. Out comet huntingSaw instead a soft sunsetMagic in the sky. Winter afternoonSunlight hanging suspendedAlmost whispering. - [Four Christmas Haiku](https://literaryyard.com/2025/12/23/four-christmas-haiku/): By: Bruce Levine Christmas festivalsYuletide games and mistletoeEggnog and rum punch Christmas sights and soundsOrnaments hung on a treeLaughter in the air Christmas tree lightingsGatherings in the town squaresStores and streets festooned Riding through the snowSleighs festooned with Christmas bellsTinsel... - [Hate](https://literaryyard.com/2025/12/23/hate/): By: James Aitchison (A reflection on the Bondi Massacre,Sydney, 14 December 2025) It waits outside your door.Let hate in and it spreads itstendrils, reaching intoevery word you speak,into every thought you have.Like a snake, hate spreadsits venom with skill,striking down... - [Home Fire](https://literaryyard.com/2025/12/21/home-fire/): By: Don Tassone Andrea sat propped up in her bed, looked around her room and wondered where she was.  Nothing looked familiar.  She felt lost.      But then her eyes lit up.      “I see it!” she cried.      “What’s... - ['In Silence' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/12/21/in-silence-and-other-poems/): By: Benjamin Thorne In Silence (Quaker Worship) In the silence of the Meeting,a settled stillness falls;push aside the sounds of shifts in seating;heed your leading when it calls.Sink into that deeper feelingof solitude and unity,thresh over those thoughts wheelingthat threaten... - [In a Paris Cemetery](https://literaryyard.com/2025/12/18/in-a-paris-cemetery/): By: James Aitchison (Cimetière du Père Lachaise) Come climb the hills and wander throughthis labyrinth of death. Alleyways of tombs,forbidding mausoleums, tenements of the dead,Molière, Gertrude Stein, graves nudging graves,Chopin, Bizet, Edith Piaf, wedged like sardines,the poplars reaching the sky... - [A Little Girl Whose Name I Can’t Quite Remember](https://literaryyard.com/2025/12/18/a-little-girl-whose-name-i-cant-quite-remember/): By: William Kitcher And then I saw myself in the future. I looked ninety or a hundred or eighty, who can tell? Once you’re past a certain age, you’re old, and that never changes. One son visited me every Father’s... - [Traveling Through the Land of Eternal Earthquakes with a Granddaughter!](https://literaryyard.com/2025/12/18/traveling-through-the-land-of-eternal-earthquakes-with-a-granddaughter/): By Mark D. Walker Part of the Yin & Yang of Travel Series How and why my wife Ligia and I travel has changed radically over the last fifty years. From day trips around Guatemala with Ligia’s parents, to packing... - [Four Winter Haiku](https://literaryyard.com/2025/12/16/four-winter-haiku-8/): By: Jim Bates After the snowstormWinter’s soft gentle beauty…Snow on evergreens. At the skating rinkHappy folks spin and swirlA winter ballet. Sunlit snow fallingTiny flakes frosting the groundSparkling and gleaming. Clear crisp winter nightCrescent moon shining brightlyStars igniting dreams. - [The Eleventh Hour by Salman Rushdie](https://literaryyard.com/2025/12/16/the-eleventh-hour-by-salman-rushdie/): By: Ramlal Agarwal Salman Rushdie is a renowned novelist of our era. His writing is full of exuberance, buoyancy, irreverence, and playfulness. It elevates readers above the heavy seriousness of modernist literature and has won both the Booker Prize and... - [Sun Tzu and Entertainment: The Hunchback of Notre Dame’s “Bells of Notre Dame”](https://literaryyard.com/2025/12/16/sun-tzu-and-entertainment-the-hunchback-of-notre-dames-bells-of-notre-dame/): By: Andrew Nickerson Throughout history, many great names have risen/fallen regarding military tactics/strategy, the latter mostly due to technological innovations and changing philosophies. Yet, one name has remained prominent regardless of such: Sun Tzu, author of The Art of War.... - [Mall Kids](https://literaryyard.com/2025/12/16/mall-kids/): By: Harvey Huddleston His mother let him smoke.  How could she not?  We’d go out to the backyard and share a cig.  Like kids again.  It was also the exercise, walking down the hall and through the living room and... - [The Tired Sheriff](https://literaryyard.com/2025/12/16/the-tired-sheriff/): By: Brent Yergensen Young, hopeful—gun unneededPlayed the role of sheriff, newspaper and coffee for styleMost his career, empty of worryBut now burdened, chasing a killer’s hurry Aging and wondering, why men so violent?Became a voiceover, of control less certain‘Take evil’s... - [Ezekiel](https://literaryyard.com/2025/12/16/ezekiel/): By: Dennis Vannatta 1             Zeke got a lot of mileage out of killing his little brother, Jacky Boy.  Those who’d always suspected that Zeke carried some dark thing within him saw Jacky Boy’s death as the inevitable sprouting of... - [Four Fall Haiku](https://literaryyard.com/2025/12/16/four-fall-haiku-4/): By: Jim Bates Sumac leaves changingShades of orange and burgundyColors of pure joy. Gunmetal grey skyBlazing red maples stand proudFall’s splendorous show. Autumn wind blowingGolden leaves racing madlyTrees becoming bare. Along the lakeshoreTrees fiery orange and redAutumnal delight. - [Unreliable Narration in Contemporary Literature: A Study of 'The Silent Patient'](https://literaryyard.com/2025/12/16/unreliable-narration-in-contemporary-literature-a-study-of-the-silent-patient/): By Mishal Ahmed Abbasi When we open a novel, we usually trust the narrator without question. We follow their voice, see through their eyes, and accept their version of the world. But what happens when that trust is broken? When... - [The State of Granite](https://literaryyard.com/2025/12/12/the-state-of-granite/): By Hugh Blanton Lauren Bolger’s second novel, The Barre Incidents, takes place in Barre, New Hampshire near a massive granite quarry and the cemetery where most of the town’s residents who’ve passed on now rest in peace. Kara Lenker’s father,... - [Graphology: is the writing on the wall?](https://literaryyard.com/2025/12/12/graphology-is-the-writing-on-the-wall/): By James Aitchison Can your brain really reveal your personality by the way it controls the muscles of your hand?  Can your handwriting express your innermost levels of intelligence, cognitive ability and talent? In the mid-twentieth century, so-called experts frequently... - [The Weight of Anticipation](https://literaryyard.com/2025/12/12/the-weight-of-anticipation/): By: Emily Authement The air in this room is thick,A dense, unmoving waterI have to push through just to stand.It is not fear, exactly,More of the architecture of what might be. My mind is a flickering screen,Showing futures that haven’t... - [Christmas in Transit](https://literaryyard.com/2025/12/12/christmas-in-transit/): By: Jun A. Alindogan I did not expect such an event to happen, but I think it was inevitable. I was busy teaching, which took me to different locations in the city, while my elderly mom stayed with my younger... - ['Echoes of Yesterday, Promises of Tomorrow' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/12/12/echoes-of-yesterday-promises-of-tomorrow-and-other-poems/): By: Pramod Rastogi Echoes of Yesterday, Promises of Tomorrow As Santa glides inOn his reindeer chariot,Millions of hearts swell with joy,A collective cheer reverberatesAcross the vast expanse of the world.The year now nearing its twilight hourClings gently to its fleeting... - [Their First Taste](https://literaryyard.com/2025/12/12/their-first-taste/): By Anthony Paolucci Since I was a child, I had heard tales of the People. A group of nameless survivors who braved the desolate lands long after the sky was scorched. They were a myth to some. Others, the last... - [Review of Krin Van Tatenhove’s 'The Sanctuary: Tales of Hope and Redemption'](https://literaryyard.com/2025/12/11/review-of-krin-van-tatenhoves-the-sanctuary-tales-of-hope-and-redemption/): By John RC Potter Readers of this new collection of 16 stories by Krin Van Tatenhove will discover that the title and subtitle offer clues to the fictional prose contained within, as is the case with many books. The collection... - [In search of Scottish writers](https://literaryyard.com/2025/12/11/in-search-of-scottish-writers/): By James Aitchison A few paces from Edinburgh’s famous Golden Mile, nestling in tiny Makars’ Court by Lady Stair’s Close, you will find the Scottish Writers’ Museum.  Within its ancient walls are portraits, literary works and personal objects of Scotland’s... - [Tristan Tzara’s paper bag ](https://literaryyard.com/2025/12/11/tristan-tzaras-paper-bag/): By: James Aitchison (a dada pantoum) tristan tzara cut words from a newspaperdid he use a compass when he explored nothingnesspoems don’t need to have meaning he saidas he shuffled words in a paper bag did he use a compass... - [The Patron's Fire](https://literaryyard.com/2025/12/03/the-patrons-fire/): By: Deen Sayeedin All the birds rest on one branch,in the soft light of joy,bringing little messages of happiness. They share their glow,their songs touch other souls—in the warmth of their patron’s love,they live, together, alive. They are not fireflies,but... - ['My Soul Cries' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/12/01/my-soul-cries-and-other-poems/): By: Duane L Herrmann MY SOUL CRIES On that trueand radiant morn,that momentof inception,I sobbed –knowingseparationwas approachingand I would forgetour oneness,only a longingfor unionwould remain.Agony. Agony!How could I endureseparationuntil Eternity?I still cry. NATURE TAKES ITS OWN Silence of the season:birds... - ['Greed and Hate' and poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/12/01/greed-and-hate-and-poems/): By: Paul Dickey Greed and Hate (Apology to Robert Frost) Some say that Trump will end in greed;Some say in hate.From what we’ve tasted his ego’s needI hold with those who favor greed.But if he runs again a candidate,I think... - [The Profound Significance of Trees in Literature](https://literaryyard.com/2025/11/30/the-profound-significance-of-trees-in-literature/): The next time your drive takes you into the countryside, take a moment to look at the trees. Are you struck by the majestic presence of ancient, broad-canopied trees that stand like rooted historians? For millennia, trees have been a... - [The Righteous Gentile](https://literaryyard.com/2025/11/30/the-righteous-gentile/): By Philip Graubart             “Pickleball? You’re not going to Grandpa’s 90th birthday party because you have a pickleball tournament?” My mother was stacking boxes, her back to me. Dust mites tickled my nostrils. I was two weeks past my 35th... - [Poems: 'Cry in a Haunted House' n 'An old satchel'](https://literaryyard.com/2025/11/30/poems-cry-in-a-haunted-house-n-an-old-satchel/): By Goutam Roy Cry in a Haunted House Solitude consortswith whispered shadows,reigning in the cold, stale airof the deserted house,forsaken long agoby those who fled in terror. The cry of ill-fated souls,still echoing,weaves through the cracked walls—a tapestry of raw... - [Elvis and The Prophet](https://literaryyard.com/2025/11/27/elvis-and-the-prophet/): By James Aitchison When the Lebanese-born American poet Kahlil Gibran published The Prophet in 1923, he little knew it would become one of the best-selling books of all time. Nor could he have known that the world’s most famous rockstar... - [Haiku: Thanksgiving](https://literaryyard.com/2025/11/27/haiku-thanksgiving/): By: Bruce Levine Happy ThanksgivingHere’s to turkey and good cheerJoyous days ahead - ['Branches and Breaths' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/11/26/branches-and-breaths-and-other-poems/): By: Sally Lee Branches and Breaths Breath, a river,unseen but constant.A tether through marrow,an ember in silence. It drifts dusk to dawn,vein to vein,horizon to horizon—an orbit of soil and pulse. Breath aches and kindles—a hush that shatters nothing.It returns... - [A Melody lost her voice](https://literaryyard.com/2025/11/23/a-melody-lost-her-voice/): By: Farheen Shehzadi It was a Sunday in December 2016— a night cloaked in the deepest shades of winter. The bitter cold seeped through every narrow alley of Mariabad, wrapping each corner in silence and frost. It wasn’t just another... - ['Confusion' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/11/23/confusion-and-other-poems/): By: Tim Law Confusion I’m so damned confusedBy this game we call lifeLost on the work frontSo quiet with my wife Budget is blownBe it for wages or a loanI’m not sure what I’m doingA mental blank while on the... - [The bubble](https://literaryyard.com/2025/11/23/the-bubble/): By: Kevin Armor Harris The business with the pressure in my ears, that horrid popping I had in my head that I couldn’t explain, this is what happened. I went back to the hospital, the clinician had the scan shot,... - [“Separate Vacations” and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/11/23/separate-vacations-and-other-poems/): By: Richard LeDue “Separate Vacations” Back to the blank pagelike it’s some sort of loverwho forgives my silencestoo easily. These words kisseson the back of a neck,undressingthe softest apology. That’s probably whyI always returnbecause I don’t ask eitherabout the other... - ['Liebchen' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/11/23/liebchen-and-other-poems/): By: David Sapp Liebchen LiebchenYou needn’t worryAs we’re civilizedThis isn’t 1935Never mindThe thump ofJackboots outsideYour windowThey’ll pass in timeReturn to yourRomance novelReturn to your homeAnd garden showPerfect graniteAnd stainless steel(Flip that houseFew can afford)Never mindThat brutal icy round up(You’re much... - [“Aphorisms for a Lonely Planet,” and “Mourning Dove.”](https://literaryyard.com/2025/11/23/aphorisms-for-a-lonely-planet-and-mourning-dove/): By: Ethan Goffman Aphorisms for a Lonely Planet Mourning Dove A mourning dove chose to nest on the lantern just above our patio, which seemed too low to be safe. Day after day, the dove sat diligently, nurturing her eggs.... - [Tuesday Nights](https://literaryyard.com/2025/11/23/tuesday-nights/): By Taylor Dibbert The next time That writer’s block Comes for him He hopes He remembers That hitting the bars On Tuesday nights Usually helps. ### Taylor Dibbert is a poet in Washington, DC. He’s author of, most recently, “On... - [Renga: Flotsam Psalms](https://literaryyard.com/2025/11/23/renga-flotsam-psalms/): By Christina Chin and Jerome Berglund a failed signal to uncaring gods the forsakensky burial’spallbearers *** delirious—shadow talkswith rotting coconutsleadingthe witness *** stick draws HELP the sand heals before sunrise chasing with sweetened tea *** parrot’s scream—I teach it mother’s... - ['This Holy Litany' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/11/23/this-holy-litany-and-other-poems/): By: Haeun (Regina) Kim This Holy Litany (Salem Witch Trials) after Allen Ginsberg A psalm, a hymn, and a prayer. Apalm holding a candle. Confess. Reap. Stained glass rings like sanctuarybells. Fire crucifies us all. Witch. You sow what you... - [BULBUL](https://literaryyard.com/2025/11/23/bulbul/): By: Prithvijeet Sinha In the good light,you emerge like a hooded shadow.Then when the eyesare rubbed by thehands of an interestedmorning,you becomethe seraph with apencil beakand red-black spikes for feathers on your head. In that glow ofearly morning’smiraculous ventilation,you are... - ['The Room' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/11/22/the-room-and-other-poems/): By: Katie Hong The Room The room hums softlywith the sound of kids playing in the snowa wooden table embedded with marks from countless dinnersthe sound of silverware echoes in the silence My brother, with his elbows propped upgrins wide,immersed... - [Peace and Security](https://literaryyard.com/2025/11/22/peace-and-security/): By: Bruce Mundhenke Peace does not come at the point of a gun.Security is fragile in the shadow of hate.The UN is riding a horse called peace.Their plan is to rule the world.They have forgotten the Son of God,who will... - ['Summer' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/11/22/summer-and-other-poems/): By: JK Kim Summer The glass leaves a wet ring,the table stains darker, holds it.Grass burns under soles,the porch boards remember theshade.Laughter spits from the shallow end,somewhere, a rope groansalone.Smoke from the grill sticks to shirts,ice from the cooler bites... - ['Snack' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/11/22/snack-and-other-poems/): By: Andrew Ban Snack It’s dark outIt’s cold outAny moment now the sun might come outBut i can still hear the sounds of people movingThe sound of people strugglingThe sound of people trying their best to live in this harsh... - [The Memoir](https://literaryyard.com/2025/11/22/the-memoir/): By: Sayan Roy Life was very simple then. It was summer. Winds were blowing gently throughout. Animals were playing around, birds sang from branch to branch, and in the middle of the forest, we stood — two small saplings, wide-eyed,... - [Casting away](https://literaryyard.com/2025/11/22/casting-away/): By: James Aitchison Be ruthless when casting awaydoubts and fears from the past.Haunted souls cling to the dark;yours is the sunlit path.Many fabrications surround the soul,and no one can have life on their terms.Peace and silence remove obstacles.In the twilight... - [Two Haiku](https://literaryyard.com/2025/11/22/two-haiku/): By: Bruce Levine Waiting through the daysSurroundings filled with mem’riesJoy to be regained In the wake of timeRivers flowing on their ownSailing with the tide - ['Flash Burns' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/11/22/flash-burns-and-other-poems/): By: Jyotish Chalil Gopinathan Flash Burns A thick glass mask,fish gogglesstrapped to the face,you look like a cartoon villain —all you hope foris that the flare does not burninto your retina, singe nerve ends. My ways are different.I doom scroll... - [Poems: 'Blue House' n 'Fleeting Moments'](https://literaryyard.com/2025/11/19/poems-blue-house-n-fleeting-moments/): By Mitali Chakravarty Blue House(Inspired by Luis’s art) Everyone has a dreamand mine is a blue houseagainst a blue sky. Thewalls might dissolve and I would be part ofa cloud wafting overthe sea. I would watchthe waves rise and ebb.... - ['about Tristan Tzara' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/11/14/about-tristan-tzara-and-other-poems/): By: James Aitchison about Tristan Tzara (a DADA pantoum) sweep sweep clean he saidhe deemed works of art erasablelike words written in sand he saidthe zero degree of literature he deemed works of art erasablehe juxtaposed unrelated wordsthe zero degree... - [The Flower as a Timeless Symbol in Classical Poetry](https://literaryyard.com/2025/11/14/the-flower-as-a-timeless-symbol-in-classical-poetry/): Throughout the long lineage of classical poetry—spanning ancient Greece and Rome, classical Chinese verse, Sanskrit literature, medieval Persian ghazals, and the European poetic traditions—the flower stands as one of the most enduring and multilayered symbols. Simple in form yet rich... - [The Cave](https://literaryyard.com/2025/11/13/the-cave/): By Douglas Young      “How much longer before we get there?” Zelma asked from the back seat’s right window.      “Yes!” Tucker exclaimed with one hand on the wheel and the other hitting the roof of his old car. “Thank... - [Food Wars](https://literaryyard.com/2025/11/13/food-wars/): By: Kenneth M. Kapp Less than a minute into their argument, Vern switched gears. “You men are all alike. All you ever want is meat and potatoes. It’s no big deal if I throw in a turnip just to broaden... - [The leaves of the family tree](https://literaryyard.com/2025/11/09/the-leaves-of-the-family-tree/): By: Debbie Tunstall A tissue, a tissuegifted mother to her son. In the end, it was also me.Then my little sister. ” Just as long as you wipe them, “insisting that no one sees. We were taught to swallow tears... - [The Last True Whig](https://literaryyard.com/2025/11/09/the-last-true-whig/): By: Andrew Giusto Poe in real life seemed more to the right but politically more northern he tried to get appointed to the US Customs House but missed a meeting and never got the appointment. In this reality he gets... - ['Weather Too' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/11/09/weather-too-and-other-poems/): By: J.K. Durick Weather Too The heat catches usup in itcaptures us inclimate change.A change but notfor the betterthough we canAC it awayturn our backsavoid the politicsof all this.Everything is politicalthese days –why not weather too?Heat wavestorrential downpoursflash floodingthey’re all... - [Twisted Trees](https://literaryyard.com/2025/11/09/twisted-trees/): By: Andrew Brindle and Christina Chin a fluttering batin the dawn skymy indecision a dropped mango dents the hood my old street the neighbors have aged a daughter sweeps  the porch twisted trees on the mountainside we learn to survive... - [The Parking Space](https://literaryyard.com/2025/11/09/the-parking-space/): By: Bruce Levine This is a true story that happened at the TD Bank at the northeast corner of Linton Boulevard and Military Trail in Delray Beach, Florida.             My wife and I were driving into the small parking area... - [It’s Better In New York – An Open Letter](https://literaryyard.com/2025/11/09/its-better-in-new-york-an-open-letter/): By: Bruce Levine Dear Reader,             My wife and I made the big mistake of moving to Florida. We did it for what we thought were good reasons. To begin with, my wife has Raynaud’s Syndrome, which causes her to... - [More Than Verse: The Profound Necessity of Poetry in Human Experience](https://literaryyard.com/2025/11/09/more-than-verse-the-profound-necessity-of-poetry-in-human-experience/): By: Books Reviews Cafe Poetry is vital to literature because it condenses emotions and ideas into precise, powerful language that deepens our understanding of human experience. It trains readers to pay close attention to rhythm, tone, and meaning, refining both... - [Saying Goodbye](https://literaryyard.com/2025/11/09/saying-goodbye/): by Debbie Gill-Warren Well, it happened. They said it would. He had been a two packer a day since he was twelve years old. That’s a lot of cigarettes. How does one go about smoking that much at such an... - [Generosity by Design](https://literaryyard.com/2025/11/09/generosity-by-design/): By: Carl Papa Palmer The two wooden stickssticking out the wrapperof the frozen pop sickleis an obvious invitationto break in half and share - [Christmas Cookies                                                    ](https://literaryyard.com/2025/11/09/christmas-cookies/): By: Carl Papa Palmer Julia Child, Emeril, Martha Stewart and the Galloping Gourmet all having influence toward the ingredients upon my kitchen counter in preparation for: “The Christmas Cookie Contest of 2025” This year’s theme: “Unique Tastes Holiday Bazaar” Bowls,... - ['Sounds from Iwo Jima' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/11/09/sounds-from-iwo-jima-and-other-poems/): By: Douglas J. Lanzo Sounds from Iwo Jima Dedicated to the more than 6,800 marineswho gave their lives with valorfor our country in the Battle for Iwo Jima “Uncommon valor was a common virtue.” Admiral Chester NimitzWalking on the beachesI... - [Jacob and Glow](https://literaryyard.com/2025/11/09/jacob-and-glow/): By: Michael Colon Sitting on the roof of my home, watching the universe, is one of my favorite things to do. My new telescope just came in the mail, and I can’t wait to use it as soon as this... - [When American pop music lived in New York](https://literaryyard.com/2025/02/03/when-american-pop-music-lived-in-new-york/): By James Aitchison Think of American pop music and Nashville springs to mind.  Or that iconic circular Capitol Records building in Los Angeles.  Originally, though, New York was the undisputed home of American music.  Before records, phonographs and radio, the... - [Gabi’s World](https://literaryyard.com/2025/02/03/gabis-world/): By: Bruce Levine Gabi was snoring. It was one of her three favorite things. Not snoring specifically but sleeping. Snoring, it seemed, at least for Gabi, was a side-effect of sleeping. Actually, it might also be a fringe benefit, but... - [A Valentine](https://literaryyard.com/2025/02/03/a-valentine/): By: J. L. Lewis You cannot love in vainfor love itself is its own rewardand loses not its worthat the moment of partingor in the cold embrace of rejection.Love marks not the passage of timebut awaits the final hourand endures... - ['Ephemeral Blessings' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/01/29/ephemeral-blessings-and-other-poems/): By: Karlo Sevilla Ephemeral Blessings Dusk, and on the sand we stand quite far apart.Beyond, the sea unfurls towards us, wave after wave. I’m a hundred steps behind youas you likewise face the drowning sun.You, ankle-deep in saline water, wind-blown... - [The Little Red Popcorn Maker](https://literaryyard.com/2025/01/29/the-little-red-popcorn-maker/): By: Erik Priedkalns             James brought home the Little Red Popcorn Maker years ago. It looks like one of those carnival fortune teller booths. It has big, round, wood spoke wheels, and golden tow arms. I could see why he... - ['Written While Vivaldi Reminds Me I'm Tone Deaf' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/01/27/written-while-vivaldi-reminds-me-im-tone-deaf-and-other-poems/): By: Richard LeDue Written While Vivaldi Reminds Me I’m Tone Deaf Most would rather complainthan realize a strengthdoesn’t make you strongand a weakness isn’twhat makes you weak,but what matters the mostis how you use themto create your own music. Rejoice... - ['Catechism' and other stories](https://literaryyard.com/2025/01/27/catechism-and-other-stories/): By David Sapp Catechism We were Catholic simply because Dad grew up Catholic and remained so because President Kennedy was Catholic. We rarely missed Sunday mass at Saint Vincent de Paul, the limestone Neo-Romanesque church surrounded by a black wrought-iron... - ['Parliament of Rooks' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/01/27/parliament-of-rooks-and-other-poems/): By: Benjamin Thorne Parliament of Rooks —for Oscar Wilde A brooding black tempest hovers, then descends.The meeting field swells with rooks, the air groanswith raucous caws that circle the guilty one.Gathered from all realms, the hang-man court,juried by birds of... - [Indo-English Novels before and after Rushdie](https://literaryyard.com/2025/01/26/indo-english-novels-before-and-after-rushdie/): By: Ramlal Agarwal In its early stages, Indian writing in English met disapproval and disbelief. It was argued that no alien language could express the Indian ethos. As such, Madhusudan Datta and Bankimchandra Chatterjee, the earliest practitioners of Indian writing... - [The Story of Hicky and Micky](https://literaryyard.com/2025/01/26/the-story-of-hicky-and-micky/): By: Rehanul Hoque (1) “Mom, look at that beautiful house with the stunning white dome over there!” Hicky cried out in excitement. “See how the arches and those tall, grand pillars hold up the huge roof with its sleek glass... - ['Ask me anything' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/01/25/ask-me-anything-and-other-poems/): By: Stephen Joffe ASK ME ANYTHING before it was intractable how swiftly did it move, & move me? i cage the sparrow softly in my hand – to what god rise the prayers of prey when their stomach swells with... - [Four Wildlife Haiku](https://literaryyard.com/2025/01/25/four-wildlife-haiku/): By: Jim Bates Hungry woodpeckerTap-taping around the treePrelude to a meal. Frosty morning dawnChipmunk burrows under leavesWarmth fleetingly felt. Geese flying honkingSwallows amass on taut wiresSense of change coming. Hot September dayDry grass crinkling underfootThirtsy squirrel pants. - [Bommai Golu](https://literaryyard.com/2025/01/25/bommai-golu/): By: Priya Anand The invite read – “Come visit my Bommai Golu on 3rd September between 530 and 730 pm”. It was created on CANVA and featured a picture of Vishnu reclining on the coils of a serpent, with Lakshmi... - ['A D-Decade' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/01/25/a-d-decade-and-other-poems/): By: Dibyangana A D-Decade It has been a quiet, unyielding decade,After the strangling goodbye I had no choice but to make.With each passing day, I find myself becoming someone new;But I realise, I’m just a winter without the dew… You... - [Book recommendations for the occasion of Republic Day](https://literaryyard.com/2025/01/23/book-recommendations-for-the-occasion-of-republic-day/): We have a few book recommendations for this Republic Day via a curated message from Crossword Bookstores. While this is not an exhaustive list and is not the only one we swear by, the list is something that has really... - [At the Airport](https://literaryyard.com/2025/01/23/at-the-airport/): By Taylor Dibbert He’s at the airportIn AshevilleWaiting onHis flightTo DCAnd anElderly womanSits next toHim and thenThe womanPulls outThis adorableChihuahuaAnd he quicklySays thatThat little oneLooks likeSuch aLove bugAnd thenThe woman smilesAnd then heDoes tooAnd thenHe startsThinking about London.  ### Taylor... - [Murder in a Small College Town](https://literaryyard.com/2025/01/22/murder-in-a-small-college-town/): By Sally Smithson Sandy hated Jane.  She hated her on sight.  Everyone in the liberal arts college where they both worked, Evergreen College, knew everybody else.  They met at a reception for the new faculty, and Sandy’s eyes glowed with... - [Five Cold Haiku](https://literaryyard.com/2025/01/22/five-cold-haiku/): By: Jim Bates Day cold sunshine brightOut and about people smileSun wins every time. Brutal northwest windEars freezing beneath wool capWinter’s deadly game. Icy rain fallingInside warm with hot chocolateHappily sipping. Mellow evening sunNovember sky soft and greyLike a kitten’s... - [Journey To Enlightenment](https://literaryyard.com/2025/01/21/journey-to-enlightenment/): By: LEGEND BARD on a path that’s zigzaggedwe chase wisdom, minimum and maximum.with each step, you grow a memorycloser to our truth we’ll be. but most not be enlightenuntil you do journey to itwhich most have many patiencein the seized... - [Red Clip-In Human Hair Extensions: What Makes Them So Special?](https://literaryyard.com/2025/01/20/red-clip-in-human-hair-extensions-what-makes-them-so-special/): The beauty sector thrives on constant innovation and personal expression, offering individuals fresh opportunities to redefine their appearance without permanent changes. One hair trend that has captured increasing attention is the embrace of brighter, more adventurous shades. In recent years,... - [Damson ](https://literaryyard.com/2025/01/20/damson/): By: Elaine Lennon Christmas is blood red. Up on the hallway ceiling I can’t help but see it without looking, even with all the hours of scrubbing and bleach and white paint to camouflage the residue. There are still traces... - [The Beginning of the Year](https://literaryyard.com/2025/01/20/the-beginning-of-the-year/): By: Bruce Levine The beginning of the year, at least for me, is a time for organizing. Not the reflection type of organizing, nor the New Year’s resolution type of organizing. And certainly not the bookkeeping that we all have... - ['A Vision'](https://literaryyard.com/2025/01/20/a-vision/): By: Bruce Levine Fantastical Isolated reality Steampunk societies Projecting a vision Graphic novel drawings And cardboard cutouts Dollhouse furniture Arranged horizontally Creating illusions Of futuristic fantasies In parallel dimensions Bridging gaps of Reality and fiction Time warps Sucked into black... - [Greenland: is it really up for grabs?](https://literaryyard.com/2025/01/20/greenland-is-it-really-up-for-grabs/): By James Aitchison President Donald Trump announced America’s intention to take over Greenland.  He quoted strategic necessity.  But what does Denmark, the colonial power which owns Greenland, think? And what do native Greenlanders, mostly Inuit people, think about this?  Would... - [Reward](https://literaryyard.com/2025/01/18/reward/): By: James Aitchison Death’s delicate silence,as soft as butterflieson clouds, rewards us all.We are all eternal.Who has time for fear?In the quiet mind,it does not exist.No man is bound to this earth.Shed the past and your soulwill dance to a... - [From the marsh](https://literaryyard.com/2025/01/18/from-the-marsh/): By: Paweł Markiewicz Hydranoblest daydreamarray of wingthe swamp remains enchantedwhen the homeplace is ablazeand I like the marshes veryI wish Apollo’s grace lingered so nicelydelectation Dionysusgallant dreameryparagon of neststhe bog abode becharmedwhen celestial habitat began sparklingand I cherish the bogs... - [Berlin: when life was a cabaret](https://literaryyard.com/2025/01/17/berlin-when-life-was-a-cabaret/): By James Aitchison Germany between the wars.  The Weimar Republic replaced the old monarchy.  In the golden 1920s, Berlin became a glittering world city, a melting pot of culture and counterculture, of science, philosophy, art, design, architecture, music, film and,... - ['What to Make of a Night?' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/01/15/what-to-make-of-a-night-and-other-poems/): By: Paul Dickey What to Make of a Night? As I walked to your house,I tried not to get old.I concentrated on whatI was supposed to:the wine, the walk,what I would say to youwhen you greet meat the door and... - [Memories of a Mexican Boy from El Paso: Drafted into the Army](https://literaryyard.com/2025/01/15/memories-of-a-mexican-boy-from-el-paso-drafted-into-the-army/): By: Daniel Acosta, Jr. Preface After graduating from the University of Texas with a degree in pharmacy during the height of the Vietnam War, I was able to get a draft deferment to attend graduate school at the University of... - ['Trail of Tears in the Snow' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/01/15/trail-of-tears-in-the-snow-and-other-poems/): By Michael Lee Johnson Trail of Tears in the Snow Footprints in the snow, fresh.Will your divorce lawyers talkto Jesus this night—set me chain-free.Set you on your traveling ways.Searching, we’ll both be curiously searching.Even hell has its standards burn with... - [Encownter With a Cow](https://literaryyard.com/2025/01/13/encownter-with-a-cow/): By: C.A. Broadribb Theresa surveyed her herd of 600 cattle as she sat on top of a hill, sipping on a glass of wine.  Her favourite red-and-white Hereford, Dot, wandered up to nuzzle her hand. “Hello, darling,” she said, stroking... - [1780...](https://literaryyard.com/2025/01/13/1780/): By: Lahari Mahalanabish The seamen swing,in fatigued, fevered relish of the cradling in infancy,couched in their threadbare hammocks,the ship plunges into the reshaping trough of wavesspooned towards the sandy dash with a green rumpleon the horizon, to fill in the... - [Winter Refrain](https://literaryyard.com/2025/01/13/winter-refrain/): By: Bruce Levine Counting snowflakes As winter lingers Framing the landscape Like the sash of a window Frames the glass panes Divided lights Outlining snowdrifts As the lines on a calendar Divide months into weeks and days The season progresses... - [The Disturbed Mind: Living With Mental Illness](https://literaryyard.com/2025/01/12/the-disturbed-mind-living-with-mental-illness/): By: Cynthia Pitman i. The Predator and the Prey: Severe Depression Agony prowls the streets tonight,seeking easy prey.My gnawing hopelessnessputs me at risk.I have sought refuge,but all doors have slammed tight.Thus I, too, crawl the night.From bin to bin,I hide... - [ An App for That](https://literaryyard.com/2025/01/11/an-app-for-that/): By: Carl Papa Palmer We watched birthdays of our grandsons in Nebraska this year,watched from Washington those there singing Happy Birthday,watched the boys blow out candles, watched them open gifts,watched those there get hugs and kisses which we most missed.... - [Almond Cappuccino](https://literaryyard.com/2025/01/11/almond-cappuccino/): By: Ryan Howarth He mops his stomach with a sock, gets up from his bed and goes into the bathroom. His reflection antagonises him with shame. The expression shifts to delight. He’s impressed with his physique today. In the shower... - [The Omar Khayyam Mysteries](https://literaryyard.com/2025/01/10/the-omar-khayyam-mysteries/): By James Aitchison The final two words of Omar Khayyam’s famous poem The Rubaiyat are inextricably linked with Australia’s most bizarre murder investigation.  The Tamam Shud Case, often called the Somerton Man Mystery, presents a tangled thread of clues and... - [Toward Optimism](https://literaryyard.com/2025/01/10/toward-optimism/): By: Bruce Levine Foolishness allowsStrains of laughter making songs Phosphorescent skies Lazy brooks and streamsTrout swimming by silentlyTranquil days and nights Living for todayEncouraging tomorrowThe future comes clear Yesterday is goneKeep looking toward the futureKeep moving forward - [HONOR Smartphone Deals: Are They Worth the Hype?](https://literaryyard.com/2025/01/10/honor-smartphone-deals-are-they-worth-the-hype/): Whether you’re a tech enthusiast or someone in need of a reliable device, HONOR smartphones have likely caught your attention. With their latest deals making waves, tech shoppers are curious if these offers truly live up to the buzz. In... - [“Unsharp Masking the Mind” and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/01/07/unsharp-masking-the-mind-and-other-poems/): By: Lara Dolphin “Unsharp Masking the Mind” I found the resident facing a large sunny window seated at a tiny desk.Staff had staged it with paper, folders and pens to remind him of his office. I helped him to his... - [A day from life of Klaus Werner Swamp-Man](https://literaryyard.com/2025/01/07/a-day-from-life-of-klaus-werner-swamp-man/): By: Pawel Markiewicz The marvelous winter has comewith the most tender Christmas Eve Klaus Werner Swamp-Man awaits dreamaugust Moment is revealed Klaus a forester lives alonein a clear home amidst the grove In the evening praying by tablehe enjoyed freedom... - [Serenity](https://literaryyard.com/2025/01/01/serenity/): By: Tanmoy Dutta Gupta Your tranquillity remains untouchedA heaven, where time stands stillA scent of flowers whispers lowA gentle breeze that rustles the heart’s deep will In the moon’s silver glow, shadows softly fallA midnight hour, when darkness hears it... - ['Walking in Late' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/01/01/walking-in-late-and-other-poems/): By: J.K. Durick Walking in Late I’m running late, so I’m walkingfaster, walking faster and lookingat my wrist as if I have a watch totell me if I’m late or going to be late.Walking faster and watch watchingeven though I... - [Biography: Satya Chandra Mukerji, M.A., B.L, Vakil, High Court, North Western Provinces](https://literaryyard.com/2025/01/01/biography-satya-chandra-mukerji-m-a-b-l-vakil-high-court-north-western-provinces/): By: Saunak Mookerjee Satya Chandra Mukerji was an undisputed leader among the Indian Members of the High Court Bar on the criminal side. He was a lawyer of great ability, experience, and learning and possessed amazing memory. He was well... - [The New Year Wish, 2025](https://literaryyard.com/2025/01/01/the-new-year-wish-2025/): By: Gulshan Ara The human mind, the most unexplored wonder of the universeHas the limitless potential to explore, discover and createAs limitless as the ever-expanding universe Nature itself offers immense examples to complement human thoughtsJust listen carefully,Listen to the inherent... - [The Charioteer’s Tale](https://literaryyard.com/2025/01/01/the-charioteers-tale/): By Rich Elliott I did not mean to take off his ear, you see. We were driving into a turn, Scorpus to the right of me, a half-length ahead. I needed to hold the inside. So I went to the... - ['The Dream' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/01/01/the-dream-and-other-poems/): By: Richard LeDue The Dream It’s hard to accept all the love songswere written about peoplewho have nothing to do with me,especially as my grey hair colours inthe loneliness one calls retirement The TV set to just loud enoughto prove... - [“Karoshi”: Are you working yourself to death?](https://literaryyard.com/2024/12/31/karoshi-are-you-working-yourself-to-death/): By James Aitchison Once, the culture of overworking yourself to death was unique to Japan.  “Karoshi”, which literally means death by overwork, claims worker lives from heart failure, stroke, sleep deprivation and exhaustion, mental health issues and suicide — the... - ['Communication' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/12/31/communication-and-other-poems/): By: James Aitchison Communication A slow soft voicespeaks in my soul.Of wisdom and love,I learn.The tapestry of lives,I clearly see.Of recurring faults,I am aware.To instruction,I awake.The means to overcomeearthly bondage,are mine.Without fear,I will live. A pure heart I ask nothing... - [Enigma of Life](https://literaryyard.com/2024/12/30/enigma-of-life/): By: Vanaja Malathy There’s no full stop in lifeonly commashere and there semicolons and colonsbut no full stopin grief or triumph                                    we are clueless  we journey through life watching through the windowthe fresh colourful beauty outsidewe wish to grip the... - [The Twelve Days of Christmas](https://literaryyard.com/2024/12/30/the-twelve-days-of-christmas/): By: Bruce Levine The twelve days of Christmas Focused on the time That three wise men Travelled to Bethlehem Seeking the Nativity Bearing gifts for the child Born in a manger Destined to be a King Fulfilling the prophecy Of... - [Monaghan’s Virtual Bar in the Time of Covid-19](https://literaryyard.com/2024/12/24/monaghans-virtual-bar-in-the-time-of-covid-19/): By: Tom Ball      I said to my lover, Jane, “I will write a novel of our times. I had written a number of sci-fi of flash fiction books, short story books and a few novels and now I am... - ['Berryman in Dublin' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/12/24/berryman-in-dublin-and-other-poems/): By: Enda Boyle Berryman in Dublin Thirty years later the Shakespearian scholar returned.Sporting a Falstaffian beard in search of a diffrent shadeThe city of his liteary idols became the ideal stageWith which to perform the role of the wisecrackingDrunken, firework-bright... - [Christmas Poems by Bruce Levine](https://literaryyard.com/2024/12/24/christmas-poems-by-bruce-levine/): By: Bruce Levine Christmas Images Snowflakes falling on frozen tree limbs Festooned now with red and goldCandy canes like peppermint soldiersHelp to guard the young and oldSilver bells and colored bright lightsHelping merry times unfoldSanta’s elves bring yuletide magicTelling stories... - [Arundhati Roy’s The God of Small Things: The story and the storytelling](https://literaryyard.com/2024/12/22/arundhati-roys-the-god-of-small-things-the-story-and-the-storytelling/): By: Ramlal Agarwal Arundhati Roy’s debut novel, The God of Small Things, won the Booker Prize in 1997 and sold millions of copies worldwide. It was an extraordinary achievement for an Indian writer, and readers of Indian writing in English... - [Angel: An Elegy For Narin Guran](https://literaryyard.com/2024/12/22/angel-an-elegy-for-narin-guran/): By John RC Potter Angel…Beautiful little angel.I cannot.I will not.Every day in the newsI see your beautiful photo,and I read the horrible headlines;but I cannot go any further.I refuse to read the details.Suffice it to say this:A beautiful little angel... - [The Winter Solstice](https://literaryyard.com/2024/12/20/the-winter-solstice/): By: Bruce Levine Frozen embers Icicles outlining The skyline of cities Rooftops covered with snow Drifts blown across highways Festooning the landscape In marshmallow white While barren fields That once grew corn Reaching for the sky Replaced with snow mountains... - [The man who invented Hollywood](https://literaryyard.com/2024/12/19/the-man-who-invented-hollywood/): By James Aitchison Thomas Ince was the “Father of the Western” and made 800 silent movies.  He pioneered the disciplined, assembly-line system of movie making.  He was the first man who produced more than one film a week.  He built... - [The Perilous Journey](https://literaryyard.com/2024/12/15/the-perilous-journey/): By: Gulshan Ara Is our planet on its course to a perilous journey?Planet Earth, being born five billion years agoOrbiting around the sun ever sinceNow seem to be on its course to a perilous journey! There seems to be a... - ['The Priest' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/12/13/the-priest-and-other-poems/): By: Mahathi THE PRIEST How fortunate you’re O our holy priest;You stay always so nigh to Almighty.Before the dawn, you bathe, and turn to eastTo pray the Sun and Mother Gayathri. You bathe the deities, apply sandal woodSmooth paste, adorn... - [Winter Images](https://literaryyard.com/2024/12/09/winter-images/): By: Bruce Levine Winter Images Winter windsand icicles at dawnParades of snowmenin family groupingsWrapped in scarvesand derby hatsHoliday grogand festive eveningsAs carolers serenadethe yuletide seasonFlasks hiddenin inside coat pocketsA nip againstthe cold winter chillFrozen lakesfiled with boats and skatersAnd fishing... - [The plastic curse](https://literaryyard.com/2024/12/09/the-plastic-curse/): By James Aitchison Once revered for its convenience, plastic is becoming a curse.  Certainly, it was a curse for its inventor.  He died a lonely eccentric, bitterly at war with his son.  His wealth then became a curse for his... - [2019](https://literaryyard.com/2024/12/08/2019/): By George Oliver 10:04 I don’t belong in here. I’m an unwelcome guest, greeted perfunctorily but never appreciated. I neither embrace nor dispel a narrative of escape, despite the possibility that I don’t have to be here.          I do belong... - [The humanities, wet and dry](https://literaryyard.com/2024/12/07/the-humanities-wet-and-dry/): By: James Aitchison Water: colourless, slippery, life-giving, eternal.  Deserts: dry, gritty, hostile, awesome.  Both the blue and desert humanities have diverse, textured relationships with humans.  Why are we so drawn to both? From vast, turbulent oceans to the local fountain... - ['Dream about a fish' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/12/07/dream-about-a-fish-and-other-poems/): By: Neven Dužević Dream about a fish (from the fish trilogy) I used to throw netsMuch without reason and without gravityI was catching all sorts of thingsSmall and large-mouthed fishMonkfish from the depthsAnd eels from the shallowsSea cats graze the... - [Why are traitors called quislings?](https://literaryyard.com/2024/11/28/why-are-traitors-called-quislings/): By James Aitchison Being branded a traitor is bad enough, but having your name used to describe one is another matter entirely.  Today, dictionaries define a “quisling” as a traitor who collaborates with an enemy force occupying their country.  Many... - [“Casualties” and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/11/27/casualties-and-other-poems/): By: Sam Hendrian “Casualties” She was cursed with the rare giftOf etching tomorrow onto someone’s faceAs soon as the today she spent with themProved happier than every yesterday combined. Window-shopped at all the wedding stores within a hundred mile radius,Not... - [Reflections](https://literaryyard.com/2024/11/27/reflections/): By: James Aitchison It is never ours to condemn,lest we become the victim.The open mind knowsthe mystery of death.As time outlasts walls,so too the measured soulfinds freedom.Fear is the flamethat consumes trust;trust, next to love,the hardest human valueto give consistently.Believe... - [Sandhya-The Twilight](https://literaryyard.com/2024/11/22/sandhya-the-twilight/): By: Khemendra Kamal Kumar Round One: The Present Tears welled in Ballu’s eyes as his daughter’s name was announced. Sandhya Baldeo with a gold medal in her discipline. With the degree certificate in one hand, the gold medal in another,... - [To Whom We Will Become](https://literaryyard.com/2024/11/22/to-whom-we-will-become/): By: AJ David They say that on the night Baba Fagbemi died, freedom was born in the Ifesowapo village. It was like a caterpillar breaking free from its cocoon, a petal unfurling to bloom, a dog getting loosed and running... - [Ode to an Oak Felled by Helene …](https://literaryyard.com/2024/11/22/ode-to-an-oak-felled-by-helene/): (written while sitting in the Western NC forest in front of a beautiful horizontal oak) By: Carla Ramsdell (a physicists and tree hugger) Thank you for your life. There’s so much magic in the growth of your trunk and branches,... - ['Medusa' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/11/20/medusa-and-other-poems/): By: Nandini Sahu Medusa I am Medusa, I merge with you, my myriad-minded-molten-man,my melic-moon-man. See the sunny side of our youth and middle ageand let us amalgamate with our hearts beating each to each. The melancholic sides of this mountain,... - ['Pregnant with death' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/11/20/pregnant-with-death-and-other-poems/): By: Mykyta Ryzhykh The mouse gnaws timeThe train kisses silence The night seems surprisingly calmThe siren of the air alarm has become a habit *** pregnant with deathexecutioners withthe eyes of the nightgive birth to silence *** A gentle windРlays... - [The man who mesmerised the world](https://literaryyard.com/2024/11/20/the-man-who-mesmerised-the-world/): By James Aitchison Psychotherapy and hypnosis had a strange genesis: the absurd quackery of Dr Franz Anton Mesmer.  Like phrenology — the so-called science of reading lumps and bumps on someone’s head to determine their character — Mesmer’s theories would... - [Tribal Literature of Odisha: Textual History, Iconography and Cultural Criticism](https://literaryyard.com/2024/11/19/tribal-literature-of-odisha-textual-history-iconography-and-cultural-criticism/): By: Professor Nandini Sahu AbstractA much neglected but significant part of our literary traditions, tribal literature, captures the complex socio-cultural and spiritual fabric of many native communities. Home of sixty-two tribes, Odisha has a corpus of tribal literature comprising oral... - [Jolted: Whose Troubled Reality?](https://literaryyard.com/2024/11/18/jolted-whose-troubled-reality/): By David Topper Deeply absorbed in an exceptionally long essay in the New York Review of Books about a very esoteric book on “the trouble with reality” – and I’m speaking here of epistemology and ontology; namely, that nature of... - [Black Medicine](https://literaryyard.com/2024/11/18/black-medicine/): By: Leah Park While scrolling through TikTok, I came across a post in which a black mother accused her doctors of malpractice because of her race. Surely, I thought, in today’s day and age, such accusations were unfounded; doctors are... - [Catatumbo Symphony](https://literaryyard.com/2024/11/17/catatumbo-symphony/): By: Daniel Moreschi As sunset paints a stage at the unwieldy mouthof Maracaibo Lake, sporadic breezes leadthe water’s surface, stirring swirls among the reeds,creating shimmered mirrors that reflect a shroud of gray, covertly brimming overhead. Though veiled,the Andes loom like... - [Bonnes of Courage](https://literaryyard.com/2024/11/17/bonnes-of-courage/): By: Andrea Myinga. Where to look at,When the stars are dimming,And the sky isn’t appealing.Where to hide a face,When bones of courage are broken,And shame is chasing back.Where to find a trust,When friends have vanished with it,And heartache melt down... - [Etude in Bb](https://literaryyard.com/2024/11/15/etude-in-bb/): By: Bruce Levine Far beyond the face Sounds coalesce No one knows how Or how they stream Into the subconscious They take no space And can’t be assembled Yet they do assemble Forming patterns Phrases and sentences One after another... - [Twilight](https://literaryyard.com/2024/11/14/twilight/): By: James Aitchison When smoothly goes life,stop to love and listen then,take an accounting,see the wreckage in the soul,the chance to turn again and findknowledge of all knowledge,truth of all truth.Walk outside of life,for the blest onesleave no footprints.Step through... - [The first Hollywood](https://literaryyard.com/2024/11/14/the-first-hollywood/): By James Aitchison When Hollywood was simply a dusty backwater of fledgling studios and orchards, and Los Angeles an uncultured outpost, America’s film capital was New York City.  The great Broadway theatrical stars were simply a taxi ride away.  Even... - ['Ashes of April' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/11/14/ashes-of-april-and-other-poems/): By: Shannon Winestone ASHES OF APRIL Ashes of April—farewell, goodbye…You were my harbor, my city, my sky. THE SAGE for Himself The voice of the sage rattles the mountains,Sighs through the orchards, whispers with the rain—Singing the songs of Israfel.His... - [Four Woodland Haiku](https://literaryyard.com/2024/11/14/four-woodland-haiku/): By: Jim Bates Fall’s changing colorsGolden-yellow orange and redKalidoscope glee. Oak tree forest giftFat acorns dropping like rainSquirrels ecstatic. Quiet woodland pondWhite swans feed in unisonBeautiful ballet. Midnight open fieldMilky Way washes the skyStarry cosmic joy. - [“Poem Sized Questions” and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/11/08/poem-sized-questions-and-other-poems/): By: Richard LeDue “Poem Sized Questions (In Lieu of Big Ones)” Why are there poetswho are so sure they’ve seen godor at least through him enoughto brag about oblivionlike it’s an award for a poetry contest? Why are there poetsso... - [The mysteries of four seasons](https://literaryyard.com/2024/11/08/the-mysteries-of-four-seasons/): By: Paweł Markiewicz the dreamed winterthe storks sitting meekly in Africathe butterfly frozen in the marvelous pondmice write a gorgeous mytha rural boy longs for the moonglowwitch apollonianly bewitcheda stunning worldin a moony wayI am full of druidic wizardriesYou are... - [Night](https://literaryyard.com/2024/11/08/night-2/): By: James Aitchison This is the nightwhen you are still.My voice in your soulis the voice of all things.I speak when youmost need me.I will bind you not withfear or ritual, but withpeace and silence.I demand of younothing.I spin the... - ['Autumn winds' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/11/08/autumn-winds-and-other-poems/): By: Ranjit K Sahu Autumn winds The wind gives a little nudgeIt’s cold touch unwelcomeThe autumn leaves peak in glory at dawnTheir pinnacle of colors is hereShall they not enjoy it a little longer? The leaves flutter a littleA shiver... - [Love is Cencer ](https://literaryyard.com/2024/11/06/love-is-cencer/): By: Debasish Giri CHAPTER ONE – “Crashing Waves, Silent Tears” The silence of the night is broken by the rhythmic crash of the waves—an endless, relentless sound. It almost feels like the ocean is speaking, each wave whispering some ancient... - [The Tickle Trunk](https://literaryyard.com/2024/11/06/the-tickle-trunk/): By John RC Potter           This is not as much about an old antique trunk as it is about my sister, Jo Ann, and perhaps more importantly, about her childhood sweetheart, Paul, whom she married at a very young age... - [The loneliness epidemic](https://literaryyard.com/2024/11/06/the-loneliness-epidemic/): By James Aitchison Even before the COVID pandemic and harsh lockdowns, loneliness was already a global phenomenon.  Today, one in every three adults worldwide feels they are constantly “lonely” or “very lonely”.  Despite digital connectivity, or arguably because of it,... - [Ungallant Gestures in Joyce's "Two Gallants"](https://literaryyard.com/2024/11/06/ungallant-gestures-in-joyces-two-gallants/): By: Jad S. Karkout       In writing Dubliners, Joyce aimed to present a historical account of Dublin and create a vivid portrayal of Irish life. To achieve this, he centered Dublin as a hub of paralysis that afflicted most of... - [The Bug Book](https://literaryyard.com/2024/11/04/the-bug-book/): By: Bruce Levine The Beetle Parade The beetle paradeCrossing the floorSeeking new bound’riesYet trapped by a doorFollow their leaderTo rooms yet remainThe prizes for beetlesIs another refrain Ants Ants live on a farmAnd sometimes they live on a hillIt seems... - [Onkar Sharma's Novel "Revenge Theory" Receives Literary Titan Silver Book Award](https://literaryyard.com/2024/11/04/onkar-sharmas-novel-revenge-theory-receives-literary-titan-silver-book-award/): Revenge Theory, a captivating novel by Onkar Sharma, has been honoured with the prestigious Literary Titan Silver Book Award for November 2024. This award celebrates Sharma’s thought-provoking work, which has already garnered critical acclaim for its intense exploration of revenge,... - [Phrenology: lumps, bumps and crime](https://literaryyard.com/2024/10/30/phrenology-lumps-bumps-and-crime/): By James Aitchison They called phrenology a science, but it was pure quackery, a pseudoscience that tragically labelled thousands of innocent people as criminals or mentally defective. By running their hands over a person’s skull and judging its shape and... - [What you need to hear](https://literaryyard.com/2024/10/29/what-you-need-to-hear/): By: Debbie Tunstall This is my story to tell.You do not get to choose the wordsthat everyone needs to read.They are for me, and for others. If I get cutyou do not get to choose how I bleed,If it tricklesgushesor... - ['Breathing Incense' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2024/10/29/breathing-incense-and-other-poems/): By: Gopal Lahiri Breathing Incense It’s what speaks to us, that corner, that edge of lifefrom which emergesa vitellus of pigment and tinges, like bloodyfiligree of bones,spreading the autumn sky.the daylight is winding down from theshouldered hill.Oleander tree sheds its... - [Hurricane Helene, 2024: A Series](https://literaryyard.com/2024/10/22/hurricane-helene-2024-a-series/): By: Cynthia Pitman Based on true events i. Raindrops wrinkle the river.Soft waves gently slapthe sand where I stand.The trees around mewhisper in the gentle breezethat will soon growinto a wild wind.I stare across the expanse.A lone boat heads home.The... - [It was all preordained: The Nightmares](https://literaryyard.com/2024/10/22/it-was-all-preordained-the-nightmares/): By: Tom Ball IT WAS ALL PREORDAINED I remember being born into an adult body with memories of several lifetimes. When I was born in an 18-year-old’s body in the incubator they gave me my “horoscope” prognosis which briefly said... - ['Focused on the road' and other haiku](https://literaryyard.com/2024/10/21/focused-on-the-road-and-other-haiku/): By: Bruce Levine Focused on the road Out of mediocrity Goals set and fulfilled *** Sailing through the maze Choosing turns that make dreams clear The path is defined - [A winter reflection](https://literaryyard.com/2025/04/23/a-winter-reflection/): By: James Aitchison A flute playsin the snowas the soulexaminesthe self,each noteresonatingin the eternalsilence,and the fibresof truth are woveninto a clothof gold. - [The Visionary and the Blue Mist: Into the Akashic Plane](https://literaryyard.com/2025/04/23/the-visionary-and-the-blue-mist-into-the-akashic-plane/): By: Cynthia Pitman to the Harmeling sisters, Fran and Lilah My little sister has the Vision.Born breach at midnight,she was guided into the worldby the gnarled handsof the old shaman-midwife.When my sister wouldn’t stop crying,the shaman spun a spelland gave... - [The Blue Handprint](https://literaryyard.com/2025/04/23/the-blue-handprint/): By: Sandy Fishnets Only God could see his hand trembling as he dragged the brush across the canvas. It wasn’t him painting—it was something else, something desperate, something screaming for release. The strokes came faster, more erratic, as though the... - ['The Black Strap' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/04/22/the-black-strap-and-other-poems/): By: John Ziegler The Black Strap We snitched coins from the Japanese lacquer trayon father’s dresser, cigarettes from mother’s pocketbook. Manners were taught by father. No elbows on the dinner table.No singing.Robert hummed. No humming. Don’t talk with your mouth... - [How to build a brand](https://literaryyard.com/2025/04/22/how-to-build-a-brand/): By James Aitchison According to conventional wisdom, brand owners defined their brands through skilfully crafted advertising messages, delivered daily to billions of consumers through the mass media.  Nowadays, the game has changed.  The media is no longer mass, and brand... - ['White swans on the wing' and other Spring Haiku](https://literaryyard.com/2025/04/17/white-swans-on-the-wing-and-other-spring-haiku/): By: Jim Bates White swans on the wingFlying over frozen lakesSpring so elusive. Spring creeping slowlyPlants lie in fallow slumberWaiting to burst forth. Swamps coming aliveBirds flocking chirping madlyGulls soaring overhead. Another day of sunCloudless sky over open lakeWild geese... - [Threads](https://literaryyard.com/2025/04/17/threads/): By: James Aitchison Why keep the mindshadowed and suppressed?Plunge truth’s razor edgeinto the darkest corners.Cut the threads which tiethe soul to the self.Let no earthly fault beburied in your being.Order and wisdom willbe yours, for youwill not be bound tothis... - [The art of screenwriting](https://literaryyard.com/2025/04/17/the-art-of-screenwriting/): By James Aitchison Great films begin with great scripts.  As Hollywood director Mervyn LeRoy once pointed out, “You can do nothing unless you have it on paper first.” Yet screenwriters suffered more frustrations and a lower status than many other... - [Book Review: ‘In the Wilderness of the World’s Being’ by Thomas Sanfllip](https://literaryyard.com/2025/04/16/book-review-in-the-wilderness-of-the-worlds-being-by-thomas-sanfllip/): By: Onkar Sharma In the Wilderness of the World’s Being by Thomas Sanfilip is a novel that delves into the realms of art, beauty, and the human condition. The narrative unfolds through the eyes of a protagonist who, along with... - [Surviving the Unexpected Path](https://literaryyard.com/2025/04/16/surviving-the-unexpected-path/): By: Torsaa Emmauel Oryiman I had always dreamed of studying at one of the most prestigious universities in Nigeria, Ahmadu Bello University Zaria, University of Nigeria Nsukka, University of Ibadan, and others. I spent sleepless nights researching schools with the... - [Life After Life](https://literaryyard.com/2025/04/16/life-after-life/): By David William Jurgenson Harding felt a pit of dread in his stomach as his boss Jeyaseelan called on him to talk about his end-of-year accruals. He smiled and said, “Um, eh, eh, hhhhhe. Sure.” Chowden’s eyes bulged, and for... - ['player support' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/04/14/player-support/): By Carl Papa Palmer player support three different breakfasts forthree grumpy grouches slowlybecoming two grand girls and a papatalking about the early game of theirfast pitch series forgetting to thankgrandma for getting them out thedoor in time to arrive at... - [On the Absence of Beauty](https://literaryyard.com/2025/04/13/on-the-absence-of-beauty/): By: Thomas Sanfilip It is difficult to know where to begin a serious reappraisal of the arts as they evolve into the 21st century. There is no question a paradigm shift has occurred that bodes serious consequences for the future... - [Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni’s The Palce of Illusions](https://literaryyard.com/2025/04/13/chitra-banerjee-divakarunis-the-palce-of-illusions/): By: Ramlal Agarwal Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni’s The Palace of Illusions (2008) is a conversion of the Indian epic, The Mahabharata, into a 21st-century novel. The Mahabharata expounds the Hindu philosophy of man and his fate. It expounds Hindu beliefs in... - [Sun Tzu and Entertainment: First Blood’s Will’s Folly](https://literaryyard.com/2025/04/12/sun-tzu-and-entertainment-first-bloods-wills-folly/): By: Andrew Nickerson There have been many names throughout history who’ve had a gigantic impact on tactics/strategy. Sadly, many subsequently fell from prominence due to some new factor, such as better weapons or a new means of conducting warfare (ex.... - [The Neurotic Hitman](https://literaryyard.com/2025/04/12/the-neurotic-hitman/): By: Jack Bristow “Just because I kill for a living doesn’t mean I’m a subhuman mongrel with no feelings whatsoever. Even I have my limitations.” How many times have I wanted to share that with my therapist, Dr. Kinzer. But,... - [The Mist](https://literaryyard.com/2025/04/12/the-mist/): By: Christine Schultz Scotty walked to The Lift athletic club humming through the darkness. His routine began at five a.m. with thirty minutes on the treadmill followed by upper body workouts. Every time he pulled down, pressed out and pumped... - [My Exciting Experiences in the Indian Air Force: Make Decisions with Spine](https://literaryyard.com/2025/04/12/my-exciting-experiences-in-the-indian-air-force-make-decisions-with-spine/): By: Professor M.S. Rao “I rose from humble origins with a toxic family background. When I was 18, I dropped out of college to support my parents financially and joined the Indian Air Force. I had to struggle hard to... - [Regarding the Empire Overseas](https://literaryyard.com/2025/04/09/regarding-the-empire-overseas/): By: Mayumi Yamamoto Regarding the Empire Overseas-IAmerican Age Bornin the mid-twentieth century,in an island of Asia,and raisedduring the so-called American Age,unlike the others who flocked to the States,I never made the journey.Nor will I ever. I’ll leave the world without... - [The Top 20 Greatest Lovers, A.D. 2105](https://literaryyard.com/2025/04/09/the-top-20-greatest-lovers-a-d-2105/): By: Tom Ball      I said to the gathering of people, here in Titan city, “That I had compiled the list of the 20 best lovers in the Solar System. Of course, the list was largely subjective, and some great... - ['Everything I Leave Behind' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/04/08/everything-i-leave-behind-and-other-poems/): By: Arvilla Fee Everything I Leave Behind Do not weep, my darling,as you lay me down;I haven’t gone that far; I have flung my poemsinto the stars,see how they winkconspiratoriallyabove your head, I have planted wordsin the aspens and the... - [Book Review: Abundance: The Future Is Better Than You Think by Peter Diamandis and Steven Kotler](https://literaryyard.com/2025/04/07/book-review-abundance-the-future-is-better-than-you-think-by-peter-diamandis-and-steven-kotler/): By: April Mae Berza In an era marked by constant news cycles filled with stories of global challenges, environmental degradation, and societal unrest, it’s easy to become overwhelmed with feelings of pessimism about the future. It seems like every day... - [Book Review: Same As Ever by Morgan Housel](https://literaryyard.com/2025/04/07/book-review-same-as-ever-by-morgan-housel/): By: April Mae Berza Morgan Housel’s Same As Ever is not your typical book. While many works in the realm of personal finance, economics, or self-help focus on offering new and groundbreaking ideas, Housel takes a different approach. Rather than... - [Book Review: Black Arcadia by Kristine Ong Muslim](https://literaryyard.com/2025/04/07/book-review-black-arcadia-by-kristine-ong-muslim/): By: April Mae Berza Kristine Ong Muslim’s Black Arcadia is a mesmerizing poetry collection that offers a haunting exploration of the human experience, blending dark beauty with moments of tenderness. It’s a work that, at first glance, might seem to... - [Ode to dreamful Erlking](https://literaryyard.com/2025/04/07/ode-to-dreamful-erlking/): By: Paweł Markiewicz You dreamful, dreamy, moony and dreamed King of Elves!You became in the most amazing ways: A dazzling statue of Buddha, as If a ghost created it from the moony dreameries.A parrot on the statue: the paradise-like birdie,... - ['Eye's on the Rainbow' and other three-line poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/04/07/eyes-on-the-rainbow-and-other-haiku/): By: Bruce Levine My eye’s on the rainbow Holding on to dreamsKeeping pace with forever My time to shineSimply faded Holding a near empty glass Her life is about making money My life is about making art What is one... - [Trojan Horse](https://literaryyard.com/2025/04/06/trojan-horse/): By: Parthosarothy K Mukherji Who was telling the story? And whose story was it anyway? The words fluttered and flew in the wind. Alexa laughed. The sleek, cylindrical body, within which lurked a deep mind unsuspected by even the most percipient... - [Safe Space](https://literaryyard.com/2025/04/06/safe-space/): By: Parthosarothy K Mukherji As she floated near the observation window of the International Space Station, staring at the Earth  below, she thought about the Archibald MacLeish quote: “To see the Earth as it truly is—small and blue and beautiful... - [Thou, A Fictional Character](https://literaryyard.com/2025/04/05/thou-a-fictional-character/): By: Juairia Hossain Thou, a shade that dwells ‘neath moonlit skies,Thy face a mist, lost in the winds of time,Thou comest when silence doth rise,And shadows of night stretch o’er my rhyme. Oft thou appearest in the darkened veil,When solitude... - ['The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/04/05/the-wreck-of-the-edmund-fitzgerald-and-other-poems/): By: Sawyer Olson The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead,And memory, too, holds its claim.Your voice hums Superior, where the iron ore fled,A ship lost to the storm’s cruel name. Memory,... - [Brilliant Finality](https://literaryyard.com/2025/04/05/brilliant-finality/): By: Harrison Abbott Gerry used to have a son called Saul. One day when Saul was cycling in the local street, a Land Rover failed to see him coming the other direction at the junction. The Land Rover hit Saul... - [Hurricane Helene, a 6-month RECOVERY check-in](https://literaryyard.com/2025/04/05/hurricane-helene-a-6-month-recovery-check-in/): By Carla Ramsdell Well-meaning far-away friends ask – “How are things there? Have y’all RECOVERED?” I know they mean well, but … How do I answer? RE-COVER …. To cover again? What does this even mean?  How will we know... - [Abraham Verghese’s The Covenant of Water](https://literaryyard.com/2025/04/05/abraham-vergheses-the-covenant-of-water/): By: Ramlal Agarwal Abraham Verghese’s The Covenant of Water (2023, Grove Press) is a formidable novel. It is 717 pages long and covers 75 years. It is about three generations and people from three countries. It delineates imperceptible changes from... - ['I am a good friend' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/04/04/i-am-a-good-friend-and-other-poems/): By: Judith Ferster I am a good friend If you do not want me to intrude on your worry for your son fighting for Israel, I won’t. If you tell me on October 7 not to say the words“settler colonialism,”... - [𝐈𝐧 𝐌𝐲 𝐀𝐫𝐭, 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐋𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫](https://literaryyard.com/2025/04/03/%f0%9d%90%88%f0%9d%90%a7-%f0%9d%90%8c%f0%9d%90%b2-%f0%9d%90%80%f0%9d%90%ab%f0%9d%90%ad-%f0%9d%90%92%f0%9d%90%a8%f0%9d%90%a6%f0%9d%90%9e%f0%9d%90%a8%f0%9d%90%a7%f0%9d%90%9e-%f0%9d%90%96%f0%9d%90%a2/): By: Juairia Hossain Someone will livein the quiet strokes of my paintings,in the whispered ink of my pages,a soul I’ve never met, yet always known. Someone will breathebetween my untold verses,within the colours I have yet to name,a part of... - ['The Call' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/04/03/the-call-and-other-poems-2/): By: J.K. Durick The Call They said they’d call whenthey got there, so you waitpretending you aren’t worriedknowing you have no controlover this and many other thingsin the lives of the people aroundyou. So they’ll get there or theywon’t. They’ll... - [Scalped: The Furtive Genocide](https://literaryyard.com/2025/04/02/scalped-the-furtive-genocide/): By: David R. Topper Note: This story is the sequel to Mud: Shtetl to Shoah, published in the Winnipeg Jewish Post & News, September 2023, pp. 34-38. As in Mud, the format is a dialogue between me and my imaginary... - [The Future of Work: Must-Have Skills for 2030](https://literaryyard.com/2025/04/01/the-future-of-work-must-have-skills-for-2030/): The Workplace is Changing—Are You Ready? Imagine stepping into a time machine and traveling back 20 years. The workplace then was vastly different—no smartphones, no widespread remote work, and limited artificial intelligence. Fast forward to today, and technology is reshaping... - [Light](https://literaryyard.com/2025/03/31/light/): By: James Aitchison Why tears?Cry out insteadfor the silence.Achieve releasetoday from all thatstifles your soul.Your true selflives on this earth,but is not of it,untouched by anyvestige of strayhurt or emotion.Open the petalsof your soulto the light. - [March Haiku](https://literaryyard.com/2025/03/31/march-haiku/): By: Jim Bates Dreary windy rainPuddles form on muddy pathsDucks very happy. March blizzard blowingWind-whipping snowstorm madlySwirling like crazy. After the snowfallSoft white blanket covers the landtBeauty unsurpassed. Sunshine snow meltingAfter the storm birds singingTwittering with joy. One goose flying... - ['The past used to be' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/03/31/the-past-used-to-be-and-other-poems/): By: Richard LeDue The past used to be heavy as a bookI always wanted to read,but instead found solacein making sure it was visiblefor the people I thought I neededto impress, while the apathetic dustweighed me down even more,like I... - [The Waiting Room](https://literaryyard.com/2025/03/31/the-waiting-room/): By: Joan Slatoff They should have private waiting areas at this clinic. It’s embarrassing; everyone knows why we’re here.  There’s only the two of us in reception at the moment, me and that girl in the corner chair. I used... - [Silver Alert  ](https://literaryyard.com/2025/03/31/silver-alert/): By: Donna Gum Jenkins would have given in to despair long ago, living with his miser of a daughter. Mary Sue wanted him to sign over his wealth, which Jenkins refused. He didn’t know what he would do without Amelia,... - [House of Money](https://literaryyard.com/2025/03/31/house-of-money/): By: Duane L Herrmann     The young man was eager to buy his first house. He had heard that you could get a good deal at a house auction. The house might need work to fix it up, but if... - [The White Rajahs of Borneo](https://literaryyard.com/2025/03/31/the-white-rajahs-of-borneo/): By James Aitchison A white ruler of a savage jungle populated by headhunters; an English family dynasty controlling a far-flung outpost of the Empire.  Something out of a boys’ adventure storybook?  Or a Hollywood movie starring Errol Flynn? History brims... - [Pressing trousers ](https://literaryyard.com/2025/03/31/pressing-trousers/): By: Debbie Tunstall ” Sit down,” he said.“What can I do to help?” I’ll slouch downhead hung low, mind clenching words. Then something extraordinary happens- emotions paint the room. He looks up, opens lipssounds of deafening silence. I stand up,... - [Winter Haiku](https://literaryyard.com/2025/03/30/winter-haiku-2/): By Bruce Levine A winter morningSunshine fills crispy, clean airSnow is on the ground Fighting off the coldPeople bundled to the neckHats and scarves and gloves Frozen hands and feetTime for a hot chocolate breakWhen will winter end Winter’s frozen... - [The F-Word](https://literaryyard.com/2025/03/30/the-f-word/): By William T. Hathaway “Fascism” is the current malediction of the left media to evoke fear and loathing of Trump, Alternatives for Germany (AfD), and other right-wing movements. It’s a strongly charged term, but false and harmful. What we are... - [Looking Back After Years](https://literaryyard.com/2025/03/25/looking-back-after-years/): By: Imran Zarif  Arman stood at the entrance of his childhood home, now worn with time. The walls, once filled with laughter, whispered tales of the past. Everything happens on time, he thought. With time, we evolve, we part our... - [Tolkien: the lord of the stories](https://literaryyard.com/2025/03/25/tolkien-the-lord-of-the-stories/): By James Aitchison In the early 1930s, a middle-aged Oxford University professor sat down at his desk, reached for a blank sheet of paper, and scribbled the immortal words: “In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit.” The... - [Four Winter Haiku](https://literaryyard.com/2025/03/19/four-winter-haiku-7/): By: Jim Bates Winter’s frigid songCold wind howling through bare treesWindswept melody. Clear cold winter night Dome of stars bright and immenseStarlight streaming bliss. Out comet huntingSaw instead a soft sunsetMagic in the sky. Winter afternoonSunlight hanging suspendedAlmost whispering. - [Sun Tzu and Entertainment: Beauty and the Beast [i]](https://literaryyard.com/2025/03/19/sun-tzu-and-entertainment-beauty-and-the-beast-i/): By: Andrew Nickerson In military tactics/strategy, many great names have risen/fallen in prominence. However, one name has consistently stood the test of time: Sun Tzu, author of The Art of War. This 2,000-year-old text set the standard for everything from... - [Scenes from a marriage](https://literaryyard.com/2025/03/18/scenes-from-a-marriage/): By: Marc Livanos It was late January and the air was damp. There was a dusting of snow. The panels on the windows were frosted. The fireplace burned brightly. Audrey and I live in a cul-de-sac of Ficus and evergreens.... - [Gary Campbell](https://literaryyard.com/2025/03/13/gary-campbell/): By: Bruce Levine Gary Campbell weighed his options. He could stay on the course he’d started at fourteen or now, at twenty-four, shift gears and go in another direction. The problem was, what else could he do?                 He was... - [Leslie Charteris: the Sainted author](https://literaryyard.com/2025/03/12/leslie-charteris-the-sainted-author/): By James Aitchison He was born in Singapore to a Chinese father and British mother.  Not only was he the most successful Singaporean author of all time, but also the creator of a character whose uninterrupted success was one of... - [Choices](https://literaryyard.com/2025/03/07/choices/): By: James Aitchison Unthinking,unaware of his path,man makes choices,takes refuge in the transient,favours the fault lineover the rock.Every man has hismeasure of goodness.He is never lost.In the stillness of his soul,he can reclaim hispurpose and his gifts.The wheel spinsthe truth. - [A Talk With Mother Nature](https://literaryyard.com/2025/03/07/a-talk-with-mother-nature/): By: Bruce Levine “It’s still cold out,” she said as soon as she returned from walking their dog. “Time to have a talk with Mother Nature.”                 The calendar was nearing April, he agreed, and while the temperature was considered... - ['Weighted flight' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/03/05/weighted-flight-and-other-poems/): By: Kyle Joseph Omandac Ilustrisimo Weighted flight I was once a free birdGracefully swifting through spaceUnbothered by the whistling turbulenceA bird that morning delights breed But then, my life happenedThe weight of feathers doubledBody stuffed with tripled troubleAnd now, I... - [The Elegy to Orpheus](https://literaryyard.com/2025/03/05/the-elegy-to-orpheus/): By: Pawel Markiewicz Your lute became supernaturally amaranthine.Its melody belonged to marvel of realm full muses.The tender Gods love you – Orpheus and your musing charm.And your homeland – worshipped each your dreamy song and ballads. Soft birds and dazzling... - [Not my Papa - an ode by Skittles](https://literaryyard.com/2025/03/03/not-my-papa-an-ode-by-skittles/): By Carl Papa Palmer Folks getting ready to go I’m sadI see my carrier I’m happyI go too good or not so gooddepends on where we’re goingPapa’s house or the vetwhen my door opens I’m happyPapa’s house good not the... - [Autumn in the Heart](https://literaryyard.com/2025/03/03/autumn-in-the-heart/): By: Paweł Markiewicz If you have autumn in your heart, blessed soul,the morning star foretells rain of memories here.Highlights and shadows – an ontological being.I’m curious about your paths, your ethical emotions.If the heart breaks the ice of memory,the heart... - ['Confrontation' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/03/03/confrontation-and-other-poems/): By DJ Tyrer Confrontation A fluid momentTempers rising like the tideInhibitions like flood defencesCan only stall the inevitableA turn-the-the-cheek momentSlip away from the rageBiting your tongueEscape the confrontation Exhaustion ExhaustionCrashes like wavesUpon the shoreOf wakefulnessEncroachingUpon the waking mindOverwhelmingSubsumingWearing downAs the... - ['Fathoms of the Mind' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/03/03/fathoms-of-the-mind-and-other-poems/): By: Tasmia Islam Aurin Fathoms of the Mind Splintered light—a glimmer, a ghost—flickering between reason and ruin. Echoes of laughter,fractured, hollow,carving tunnels in the marrow of thought. Desire—a hand reaching through fog, grasping shadows,mistaking them for home. Memory drifts—salt-stung, half-erased,names... - [Simenon: the man who wrote 400 books](https://literaryyard.com/2025/03/02/simenon-the-man-who-wrote-400-books/): By James Aitchison Arguably, there has never been an author like him.  He wrote more than 400 novels — many in a matter of days — as well as 21 volumes of memoirs and countless short stories.  His sales topped... - [Five Moon Haiku](https://literaryyard.com/2025/03/02/five-moon-haiku/): By: Jim Bates Hunter Moon risingFloating above the tree lineSublime cosmic gift. Above midnight landSilver sliver moon risingSoft serenity. Big bright Harvest MoonNorthern Lights shimmering greenNight sky full of joy. Full moon bright and boldShadows dance across the landLike a... - [Stay](https://literaryyard.com/2025/03/02/stay-2/): By: Debbie Tunstall I am the earth, wind and fire.I am the soft swishing water over minds.I know that’s impossible for you to believe, but I think you’ll know when it’s time.I remember when there was nothing to feel inside,I... - [The longing - The Pindaric Ode](https://literaryyard.com/2025/03/02/the-longing-the-pindaric-ode/): By: Pawel Markiewicz You – such a dreamery born from Dionysian odeslike tender day in Your winds – enchanted butterflies as the Golden Fleece – bewitched in my meek fantasy august paradise lost is thus found and so dreamy You... - [Bakery Window](https://literaryyard.com/2025/03/01/bakery-window/): By: Stefan Sofiski The grey hour… I wait for her at the square. Behind me is a bronze statue of a priest, hand raised at his invisible congregation. Trams’ iron wheels screech around me. Hers is late. I draw from... - ['Kairos' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/03/01/kairos-and-other-poems/): By: Jim Murdoch Kairos Who lets slip Fortune, her shall never find.Occasion once pass’d by, is bald behind.– Abraham Cowley, Pyramus and Thisbe There is only now.There is no unnow or antinow.There are past nowsand the nows to come(the so-called... - [The Turning Point](https://literaryyard.com/2025/02/28/the-turning-point/): By: Dr. Gulshan Ara It was a small island in the middle of the Pacific OceanVacationing tourists came from afarColorful flood light painted the canvas of the moonlightFull moon in the sky and music in the air cast a magical... - ['Canned Corn Left on the Store Shelf' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/02/27/canned-corn-left-on-the-store-shelf-and-other-poems/): By: Richard LeDue Canned Corn Left on the Store Shelf I am a genius according to a websitebecause I had some of the characteristicsit listed, like messy handwriting,even though I’ve never eaten a burgerwith the president, and instead writepoems like... - [How Pearl and Clarence won the West](https://literaryyard.com/2025/02/26/how-pearl-and-clarence-won-the-west/): By James Aitchison It’s hard to believe that the two men who wrote the best known, two-fisted, gun-slinging Western novels had such odd, even inappropriate names.  One was named Pearl.  The other, Clarence.  They were born eleven years apart and... - [Book Review: "Love It Was Never Meant for Me" – A Roller Coaster of Love and Loss](https://literaryyard.com/2025/02/26/book-review-love-it-was-never-meant-for-me-a-roller-coaster-of-love-and-loss/): By Onkar Sharma Romance stories rarely capture my attention, but Love It Was Never Meant for Me by Kulbhushan Chaudhary, alias KK, proved to be an exception. Despite sitting on my desk untouched for over a week, once I began... - [A Missed Opportunity](https://literaryyard.com/2025/02/26/a-missed-opportunity/): By Taylor Dibbert The child custody litigation Was an opportunity For the two of them To grow closer But the opposite happened. ### Taylor Dibbert is a writer, journalist, and poet in Washington, DC. He’s author of, most recently, the... - [Is Fascism on the Rise in Germany?](https://literaryyard.com/2025/02/26/is-fascism-on-the-rise-in-germany/): By William T. Hathaway The German establishment is in crisis. It has ruled for 80 years by charting a middle course between progressive and conservative policies. Labor and business have cooperated to achieve social and economic stability. But that consensus... - ['Why I write' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/02/24/why-i-write-and-other-poems/): By: Annapurani Vaidyanathan Why I write Writing is never just a hobby.Sometimes, it is about giving meaningto words that have been meandering aimlessly along the lanes of your mind.Sometimes, it is about marryingtwo extremely unlikely phrasesjust so you can define... - ['Frozen night' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/02/22/frozen-night-and-other-poems/): By: Ranjit K Sahu Frozen night The stars twinkle in the moon glowBut the sky’s darkness is not missedThe earth’s weary from winter bluesAnd with snow showers it is kissed The white expanse is pure for sure,And divine as divine... - [Jekyll Island: where the eagle never landed](https://literaryyard.com/2025/02/21/jekyll-island-where-the-eagle-never-landed/): By James Aitchison In 1975, Jack Higgins wrote The Eagle Has Landed, a fictional German plot to kidnap Winston Churchill from a Norfolk village.  The movie starred Michael Caine, Donald Sutherland, and Robert Duvall. A brilliant plot?  Yes, and one... - [How to Write a Philosophy Paper Like a Pro? Here’s the Ultimate Cheat Sheet](https://literaryyard.com/2025/02/21/how-to-write-a-philosophy-paper-like-a-pro-heres-the-ultimate-cheat-sheet/): This article highlights the top 10 cheat tricks to write an outstanding philosophy paper. Continue reading till the end to crack the code of an impressive philosophy dissertation. By: Hannah Williams Philosophical papers are not like the normal papers students... - [Four Winter Haiku](https://literaryyard.com/2025/02/20/four-winter-haiku-5/): By: Jim Bates Frozen icy pondMarsh grass and cattails stand tallNot bothered by snow. Wintery wind blowingGrey skies thick with snowy cloudsWarm blankets await..Horizon fadingFluffy snowflakes ultra-lightSoftening the day. Zero below daySoup simmers while cornbread bakesComfort food delights - [Most Special Glasses](https://literaryyard.com/2025/02/18/most-special-glasses/): By: Don Leo adjusted a tiny dial on the black frames of his eyeglasses with one hand and tapped a few keys on his laptop with the other.      “Come on,” he pleaded under his breath.  “Work.”      Leo looked... - [The (mostly) True Story of Isabella Labatt](https://literaryyard.com/2025/02/18/the-mostly-true-story-of-isabella-labatt/): By John RC Potter           It was one of those chilly and snowy evenings in southwestern Ontario that seemed to be worse back in the mid-70s when this story takes place. My younger sister Barb and I were pleased to... - [Neha Bansal’s ‘Six Of Cups’: Sensory Drive through Emotional Memories](https://literaryyard.com/2025/02/17/neha-bansals-six-of-cups-sensory-drive-through-emotional-memories/): By Onkar Sharma Neha Bansal’s “Six of Cups” is a poignant journey through memory, a collection that vividly recreates the landscapes of childhood and youth. Bansal’s strength lies in her evocative imagery, transforming ordinary moments into sensory experiences for the... - [‘E’ is for](https://literaryyard.com/2025/02/17/e-is-for/): By: Bhawna Vij Arora  ‘Enigma-the helpless rage/when earth’s convulsions/rub on the skin of your existence. ‘E’ is for Envy-the red-eyed sun/eclipses/the earth in me/you and I burn/like a moth/to embers in this ring of fire.  ‘E’ is for Eager-the ants... - [A Kind of Medicine](https://literaryyard.com/2025/02/16/a-kind-of-medicine/): By Harrison Abbott The man that was on the bed next to me died last week, so it’s just me in the ward now. I miss him. He was called Miles and was about 40 years older than me. I... - ['Departures' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/02/16/departures-and-other-poems/): By: Harry Lowery Departures losing CO2 in the Jet2 queue,staining Carhartt with heartache,barcodes beep & promises pall between staff & sightseers& parents cheering up children& new lovers arrivingchinos & eyes emptyinto a grey tray, passingSaint Peter with an automatic& cutting... - [A hole in the heart](https://literaryyard.com/2025/02/16/a-hole-in-the-heart/): By: Achingliu Kamei Pristine beauty, they sayBut where do you begin to write? In the Land where oil flows under the hillsLittered with gold dust, black goldOn which everything grows except peaceThe sky is blue, and the mists laden with... - [REMY](https://literaryyard.com/2025/02/14/remy/): By Karen Lee Stradford A blessing will arrive,sail in by a pleasant storm.Prayers set to guide its coursescriptures read to finda biblical name. In March,Remy will row inwith a splash aslove waits for himon the other side. He will hope... - ['Deep Challenge' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/02/14/deep-challenge-and-other-poems/): By: Viator Deep Challenge The steep terrain was the attraction to meat five or six when on a fishing trip to the near northand the river whose bank here, from the quietroad, dropped with such an angle under the treesand... - [The way](https://literaryyard.com/2025/02/12/the-way/): By: James Aitchison Take refuge in the pureheart of your being.Your soul houseseverything you need.What other men callsecrets, you call knowledge.For you can live the wayall men should live, neverjudging, never prejudiced,at peace on the right path,content with wisdomthat abolishes... - ['Kiss' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/02/10/kiss-and-other-poems/): By: Yucheng Tao Kiss Under obsidian clouds,Flowers kiss bees.Bees gaze at the soil—Who will kiss it? Purple Yesterday, today, tomorrow — all purple.Yesterday, today, I can’t sleep.Tomorrow’s test is hard and purple.My emotions are purple,even the exam paper is purple.Purple... - [V.S. Naipaul's 'India: A Wounded Civilization' - Calling a spade a spade](https://literaryyard.com/2025/02/10/v-s-naipauls-india-a-wounded-civilization-calling-a-spade-a-spade/): By: Ramlal Agarwal  V.S. Naipaul had a curious relationship with India. It was a country of his ancestors who settled in Trinidad as indentured labourers. He had grown up in Trinidad among a sizeable community of Indians who practised Hindu... - [Fact: one man’s truth is another man’s lie](https://literaryyard.com/2025/02/07/fact-one-mans-truth-is-another-mans-lie/): By James Aitchison The New York Times masthead proclaims: “All the news that’s fit to print.”  The newspaper’s mission is clear: “We seek the truth and help people understand the world.  This mission is rooted in our belief that great journalism has... - ['Standing On the Edge' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/02/07/standing-on-the-edge-and-other-poems-2/): By: Michelle Murray Standing On the Edge Standing on the edgeTeeteringTotteringTrying not to fall offIt’s a balancing actStep rightThen step leftSoftlySlowlySo as not to slipSwinging my arms to balanceLike a circus actTrying to stay onTrying not to fallTo fall would... - ['Abiding' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/02/06/abiding-and-other-poems/): By: John Muro Abiding I’ve come to this stretch of shorelinewith an uncertain purpose, watchingthe early autumn light pinking the hill-sides and the small swells that risethen pause in dramatic fashion, seemingto hold back time and allowing me todraw in... - [Release](https://literaryyard.com/2025/02/06/release/): By: James Aitchison Beneath every roof inthe world, fear and suspicioncoexist with love.Such is the imbalance of lifeand human discord.Goodness falls upon thegreat ocean of peopleand is swallowed a million timesby grief. Walk away.Released from your struggle,the soul which seeks... - ['Gingham' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2025/02/05/gingham-and-other-poems/): By: Stephen Mead Gingham This is geometrical, this stitchedcross-hatching of order in squares & rectanglesso often seeming to flow even if ironed, hemmed,the plaid weave of kilts given to cotton – this dress,that Italian restaurant’s tablecloth, though the word’s originis... - [Bottom’s Up](https://literaryyard.com/2025/02/05/bottoms-up-2/): By: Kenneth M. Kapp Hype for the fight started six months out. Tom B. Topus and Will T. Snod were in the top ten of heavyweights. Both had impressive records, winning more than 70% of their fights by knockouts. People... - [The Girl At The Back Of The Bus](https://literaryyard.com/2025/02/04/the-girl-at-the-back-of-the-bus/): By: William Kitcher The February night was cold, windy, damp, and slushy. The plows hadn’t completely cleared the roads and the near-freezing temperature kept everything in a state of flux. The girl passed by the front of the subway station... - [Lubbing my GGG (great grand girl – 2 years old)](https://literaryyard.com/2025/02/04/lubbing-my-ggg-great-grand-girl-2-years-old/): By: Carl Papa Palmer I point at her Mommyand say she’s my MommyShe hugs Mommy and saysNo she’s my MommyI lub you Mommy I point at her GiGiand say she’s my GiGiShe hugs GiGi and saysNo she’s my GiGiI lub... - ['Unfathomable Sacrifice Remembered' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2026/07/09/unfathomable-sacrifice-remembered-and-other-poems/): By Douglas J. Lanzo Unfathomable Sacrifice Remembered There is no bridge or battlementthat they refused to cross,no high sea cliffs or mines ashorethat deterred their ships storm-tossed; They braved hellfire withering —RPGs crackling through the air —sky scorched with flames and shrapnel-pierced,flashing bright outside their lairs. They did not break, holding their lines,advancing through the night,giving all they had, and then some more,some did not see the light. Today we pause to honor themlaying wreaths upon their graves,unfathomably pondering,“How could they be so brave?”Our warriors of freedomas timeless as the waves…may we honor them foreverfor the country that they saved.... - [White Labyrinth poems](https://literaryyard.com/2026/07/09/white-labyrinth-poems/): By: Joel Chace Her grandfather’s milkhouse. White:the cold; those painted concrete walls; what camefrom his cows as it swirls along silverytroughs; his hair; their breaths; air itself inthere, and in her The stone whizzes pasthis head before herealizes he’s dodged. Anda good thing, that.He finds then holds the rock, feels itsheft, its lethal jaggedness.Behind the hedgerow ofboxwoods, he crouches. Themissile might have zipped through from outer spaceor from the past,on an invisible whiteline aimed directly athim. He knows it was fast pitched byhis older brother, onthose bushes’ opposite side;in other words, onthat very same invisible white line. He oughtto return... - ['The Periphery' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2026/07/09/the-periphery-and-other-poems/): By: Carrie Farrar The Periphery It is not the unfurled highway we desire. It is what slips beside it— a red granary on a remote risealready gone before the eye can settle my hands hold the wheelbut not the motion carrion—againand again some in the laneforcing correction some at the edgearranged silence enters early grain towers oxidized a pale mareunburdened no rider the map thins only corvidscutting the sky and the cold arrivingwithout preface a maple holding its flarearterialtoo vivid then absence again mile markersunread the road nearly emptied except a carriage hooves striking the bridgemeasured circling or I am... - ['Apposite' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2026/07/09/apposite-and-other-poems/): By: KJ Hannah Greenberg Apposite Ever apt per circumstances, select acts prove themselves asNever ending reminders of moments when troubles, elsewiseStormed against personal citadels, nearly smash to smithereens. In relationship to squatted trucks as well as budding ramie plants,Binned dreams seem like gilded trinkets sparkling in sunshine whenOther baubles oxidize given no intervening moisture nor temperature. All in all, happy changes, not sorrowful ones, cause the human tribe toGenuflect to various pashes, money and time, inclusive. Sundry biliousChoices exist far from anodyne, ordinarily provoke offense, cly concord.  Semel Once, you remembered my inflorescence as including not merely my legs and... - [One Hundred Years of Solitude](https://literaryyard.com/2026/07/09/one-hundred-years-of-solitude/): By: Ramlal Agarwal Gabriel Garcia Marquez’s One Hundred Years of Solitude brought him overnight success. It is the story of a primitive family, the Buendias, in the wild swamps of Colombia. The novel portrays the family’s inbreeding and its disastrous consequences, along with violent swings in fortune, blind faith, political conflicts, and the overall fate. Marques moulds all these elements into a single, effortless, and sweeping narrative that leaves the reader wondering whether they are reading a realistic novel, a fantasy, or an allegory, all the while suggesting something profound without providing a clear meaning. However, the novel does convey... - [The Stranger](https://literaryyard.com/2026/06/27/the-stranger/): By: Harrison Abbott Robin had wanted to come here for a long time. He’d seen pictures of this little town many times. And so, as the bus passed the town’s Welcome To sign, which was clad in pretty sunlight, he felt in good spirits – felt that this would be a good day. Aside from the driver he was the only person on the bus. The trees either side of the road were in that early stage of spring, which had always been Robin’s favourite season. Then they headed through the town’s streets. Nice old buildings. Thatched roofs, cobbled roads.... - [Falling for Dug ](https://literaryyard.com/2026/06/27/falling-for-dug/): By: Dee Artea I fell in love with a physicist. At first, I thought that maybe this was all a mistake. But, believe it or not, he really did charm me, with all he knew about the physical world. About how things move on the earth. And in the sky: such as the sun, moon, planets and stars – and other things up there. You know how starry-eyed it can be on a warm summer evening. Just the two of us, alone in a darkest part of the park, with the stars twinkling overhead. And maybe a full moon. Pointing... - [Balzac's desk](https://literaryyard.com/2026/06/24/balzacs-desk/): (seen at rue Raynouard, Passy) By: James Aitchison It is small.It is plain.The literature shaped on its surfaceshaped its surface — see, it isworn concave in the centre by aweighty arm moving across it,back and forth, back and forth,writing, writing, writing. It is small.It is plain.Unlike its toadlike owner.Gold rings on stout fingers,white waistcoat with coral buttons,himself a human comedyliving amid muslin drapeson a white cashmere divan,exploring Paris with aturquoise-encrusted cane. Paris, he wrote at this desk,is a veritable ocean,you will never know how deep it is.A vast pleasure factory! Indeed, Monsieur Balzac,your little desk was ourpleasure factory too. - [Many Colours of Being: Memory, Spirituality and the Journey of Oneness in Kiriti Sengupta’s Poetic Oeuvre ](https://literaryyard.com/2026/06/22/many-colours-of-being-memory-spirituality-and-the-journey-of-oneness-in-kiriti-senguptas-poetic-oeuvre/): By: Pradeep Trikha This essay critically examines the poetry of Kiriti Sengupta, situating his work within the broader evolutionary trajectory of his literary oeuvre. It argues that Sengupta occupies a highly specialised, singular niche in contemporary Indian English poetry by orchestrating a distinct synthesis of spiritual inquiry, cultural memory, ecological consciousness, and everyday phenomenology. Frequently characterised as a “radical traditionalist,” Sengupta negotiates a liminal literary space where the socio-religious consciousness of Bengal and indigenous philosophical traditions seamlessly intersect with a sharp, postmodern critique of contemporary life. Drawing upon phenomenological, ecological, and cultural perspectives, this study traces the thematic and formal... - [Tortoise](https://literaryyard.com/2026/06/22/tortoise/): By: Anthony Ward Tom stood attentively in front of the mirror, his eyes racing over the image portrayed within. He looked sideways at his reflection from the right, then to the left, then centred his gaze as he stroked his hand from his cheeks to his chin. He gave himself a nod before walking towards the window to view what was happening in the world below. There she was, brimming with vitality, with the long chestnut hair, walking her dogs down the street. One of these days, he assured himself, imagining her smile beaming at him as he took out... - [Five Per Cent](https://literaryyard.com/2026/06/20/five-per-cent/): By Shaik Asad This man who’s part of my secret, well, let’s not worry about his name. Not like I see any chance of you dropping in my village, whose name too I choose not to disclose, but a secret is meant to be a secret in the first place, and now that I’m finally letting it out after all these years, let’s not be too specific about the names. But wait a moment; I have no idea how good you’ll find this story, but how can I start it with such vagueness as ‘this man’ or ‘that man’?  For... - [Gold Stars Aren't For Everyone](https://literaryyard.com/2026/06/20/gold-stars-arent-for-everyone/): By: Samya Jayachandran Mira always believed she was the best writer in the room. Not in the loud, spotlight-hungry way. She never bragged or waved her stories around like banners. But there was a quiet knowing in her, a hum in her ribs that said, you were built for this. Her metaphors landed like second heartbeats. Her endings didn’t just close, they lingered. Her teachers had said she had a gift. Her mother framed a poem she wrote in seventh grade. Her friends asked her to ghostwrite love confessions and verbal essays. Writing wasn’t something she did. It was the... - [Again and Again and Again](https://literaryyard.com/2026/06/20/again-and-again-and-again/): By: Victor Hale He came out of the shower, water still clinging to his skin, and sat in front of the monitor. The screen lit up his face before anything else did. He opened a game. It loaded. He played. Five minutes later, he closed it. Not because it was bad. It just felt like everything else. He went back to bed. Picked up his phone. Scrolled without looking. Nothing stayed long enough to matter. He put it down. Back to the monitor. Another game. Different name. Same feeling. He didn’t even finish the first level. A series. Half an... - [The book to read before you write](https://literaryyard.com/2026/06/20/the-book-to-read-before-you-write/): By James Aitchison Aspiring writers frequently wonder why their work is rejected.  Didn’t they like my idea?  Didn’t they like my writing?  Clumsy punctuation, misspelt and misused words and clunky phrases are the bane of busy editors.  Faced with a forest of impenetrable bad grammar and sloppy spelling, editors hit the reject button.  They don’t have time to do what writers themselves are supposed to do: submit well-presented and grammatically correct manuscripts. Fortunately, one book offers every writer the gold standard guide to style and craft.  It is the one book which should reside by every writer’s right (or left)... - [Placing Papers, The American Literary Archives Market by Amy Hildreth Chen](https://literaryyard.com/2026/06/09/placing-papers-the-american-literary-archives-market-by-amy-hildreth-chen/): By Thomas Sanfilip How a country’s cultural heritage finds its way to the future intact is a hidden miracle. The how and why is a mystery to most writers, particularly those who write serious literature. And pursuing a place alongside the best literary works of the past is a lifetime commitment. But as Amy Hildreth Chen reveals in her methodic investigation into the American literary archives market, there are many obstacles along the way for the aspirant. Often never accepted into an archive, she makes clear to point out generally, most writers lack the  “cultural pedigree” required to validate a... - ['He Said, She Said' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2026/06/09/he-said-she-said-and-other-poems/): By: Jim Murdoch He Said, She Said (for Carrie) I gave my wife a cute pendant(of a bird because she likes birds)and she said, “Mm. What’s this?”and I said, “It’s new. They extract a bit of your loveand science it into jewellery. Clever, eh?” And she said, “Hm. How much, percentage-wise?”And I said, “It’s fine, it grows back.Hearts are like livers and bladders.Fingertips too, I think.” “You could’ve just given me some of your love,”she said and I said,“Yeah, it’s just my feelings for you are kindapractical, workaday, I mean, nothing fancy.”And she said, “Oh, you silly, silly man.” The... - [Grandmaster Errol](https://literaryyard.com/2026/06/09/grandmaster-errol/): By: Dmitriy Kogan Yes, I came from a privileged background, I admit. But I never wasted the opportunities I was given. I was grateful for everything that my parents did for me. In the first two years I was at Yale, I never got a mark lower than an A minus whilst studying pre-law, and that was something I took pride in. While some of my friends and roommates partied all night or rotted their minds out with drugs, I was studying. It was something that came naturally to me, as I was naturally studious, and I enjoyed coming into... - [An Impossible Hardcover](https://literaryyard.com/2026/06/09/an-impossible-hardcover/): By: Syed Nahida Anjum REALIZATIONS AND FRUSTATIONS The faint rainbow dyed beams revealed a geometrically precise face supporting tiny black brushstrokes created by unsteady, wavering artistic lashes. The fragile brittle glass quivered with every touch with the turquoise sink. Clink, clink, clink … She could still hear the ghosts of the dancing feet that the tired, apparently satisfied souls left behind, dancing away in her graveyard of tiredness and recreation. Teasing, taunting restless feet that found no comfort near the burning grates of their own nests. A news reporter in an ill-fitting tweed suit hid behind the grated musky screen... - [A Minute That Divided Me](https://literaryyard.com/2026/06/09/a-minute-that-divided-me/): By Luccian Layth Drink: Black Coffee I chose the café because something in me had failed to leave it. The street outside held a cold that did not insist. It settled instead — into fabric, into the narrow space between skin and sleeve. When I pushed the door open, the warmth inside did not correct it. It replaced it. Not with comfort. With presence. The air carried layers. Coffee, reheated beyond intention. Tobacco absorbed into wood long enough to lose its edge. Beneath it, something softer. Familiar without origin. I recognized it without following it. I moved to the window.... - [I want to be Christopher Abbott](https://literaryyard.com/2026/06/09/i-want-to-be-christopher-abbott/): By George Oliver We met at the movies. At the pictures, as my grandpa says. At the cinema. At a cinema. Specifically: the BFI. The British Film Institute. Belvedere Road, South Bank, London, SE1 8XT.           We were at the stage in acclimatising to the UK’s capital city where personalities become more transparent. Less performative. Adjustment pains… not as dominating.           We had both started to leave those difficulties at our new homes. We lifted tensions outside of ourselves and locked them in overpriced rented accommodation. The stay-at-home struggles spent time with nervous strangers met on flat share Facebook groups.... - [I’ll Take Manhattan](https://literaryyard.com/2026/06/08/ill-take-manhattan/): By: Bruce Levine My internal clock is set at ManhattanI face the world with a jaded point of viewManhattanites are chauvinistic, snobbish, opinionatedAnd relentlessly focused Manhattan energy drives our universeLike the taxies forge the streetsIn a frontal assault Art, history and multiculturalismRemain the melting pot of stewBrewed from micro to macroBut always after the brass ring Always reaching upwardLike the skyscrapers of today and yoreClamoring to be the tallest in the worldYet knowing that we already areSimply because we’re Manhattanites Faith in our own destinyWe’re Manhattanites after allAnd being a ManhattaniteIs all that needs to be said - ['It’s Like That' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2026/06/02/its-like-that-and-other-poems/): By: J.K. Durick It’s Like That Our personal past hangs aroundAlways ready to reappear in Dreams, in recollections, in Whole scenes that are there Waiting to become again. I’m In a meeting with colleagues We’re talking, laughing about Some college matter, a matter Of some importance at the time But gone now, gone like that scene. Except sometimes it’s back again With me. I was young back then The youngest in the group, getting Started, becoming one of them. Now they are all gone, dead, and I’m old. And that scene only is There because I’m still here andCan still... - [The Night the Square Listened](https://literaryyard.com/2026/06/02/the-night-the-square-listened/): By: Tah Asongwed That evening the arguments slowly ran out of breath. Not because the villagers had agreed. Villagers rarely agree in a single day. But the sun had slipped behind the hills, and darkness, like a patient elder, had come to sit among them. The Square began to empty. Women gathered their baskets and walked home in small groups, still discussing the day’s debate in quieter voices — the kind of voices people use when an argument has not ended but has simply agreed to pause for the night. Taxi drivers closed their doors with tired slams and drove... - [Nonce: a thoroughly runcible essay](https://literaryyard.com/2026/05/30/nonce-a-thoroughly-runcible-essay/): By James Aitchison When words don’t come easily, invent them!  William Shakespeare did, along with J. R. R. Tolkien, Edward Lear and Lewis Carroll. In fact, Shakespeare invented 2,000 new words and phrases such as hurry, eyeball, puppy dog, dauntless, besmirch and lacklustre. Arguably, Shakespeare’s invented words had meanings.  However, this essay throws a focus on nonce words — often called nonsense words. Nonce words are usually created for a single occasion or use, most commonly in children’s literature or poetry.  A nonce word — also called a pseudoword — is not a recognisable word in a given language.  Despite... - [What You Taught Me from Your Bed](https://literaryyard.com/2026/05/25/what-you-taught-me-from-your-bed/): By: Kristian Keefer Dear Nan, There are things I wish I had said while you were still here. I think about that more now than I used to. You weren’t the kind of grandmother people usually picture. You didn’t bake pies or sew quilts or sit in a rocking chair telling stories. That just wasn’t you. What you were was strong. You were the center of the family. When things got complicated or people didn’t know what to do, they came to you. I remember people sitting near your bed just talking things through, because somehow you always seemed to... - ['Love Poem' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2026/05/25/love-poem-and-other-poems/): By: Paul Bavister Love Poem I think back through the spiny mammalsscoffing yolk from dinosaur eggsto leggy fish skittering at the swamp’s edgethen even further back to spinning jellyfishand single cells in electric soupwhen the earth was still too hot for usand I think it’s an unusual thingthat we made it all the wayto looking at distant trees brightwith setting sunlight and I’m happythat we wriggled from the swampand can hold each other and I give thanksfor the shrimps that became fishbecame frogs became lizardsbecame hairy creatures whose brighteyes peeped from mossy rocksand every one of them livingto become us... - [Craft](https://literaryyard.com/2026/05/25/craft/): By: James Aitchison In life, the only reality —the true reality —is Eternity.It is infinite andimmutable.No human hand hasshaped it.No human handcan control it.Craft your lifenot for the ephemeral,but for the eternal.In doing so,the ferocity withinevery man’s heartcan be woven intopeace. - [Ruskin Bond and Life in the Magic Mountains](https://literaryyard.com/2026/05/18/ruskin-bond-and-life-in-the-magic-mountains/): Review of Scenes from the Magic Mountain: Five Seasons in the Mussoorie Hills and Beyond, published by Speaking Tiger Books By Mitali Chakravarty Ruskin Bond’s Scenes from the Magic Mountain: Five Seasons in the Mussoorie Hills and Beyond has writings as gentle as a breeze with scents of blooms of the hills and valleys that he inhabits through his writerly life. His writing spans the passage of seasons — spring, summer, monsoons, autumn and winter, giving vignettes from different parts of his life. Divided into six parts, the sections are named after the five seasons, and the last part is... - [Twilight Zone](https://literaryyard.com/2026/05/15/twilight-zone/): By: Don Tassone      I’d been walking for about a mile on the Binghamton Trail alongside the Chenango River when I came to a bench and decided to rest for a moment.      A middle-aged man, older than me, was sitting there.  I sat down beside him, leaving a respectable distance between us.      “Morning,” I said.      “Good morning,” he said with a small smile.      His voice was resonant, his hair dark and thick.  He wore a white dress shirt, black dress pants and black dress shoes, not the kind of clothing people wear on the trail.     ... - [The Statistics of Getting Stuck](https://literaryyard.com/2026/05/15/the-statistics-of-getting-stuck/): By: Aritra Basak The first time I learned about random walks, I dismissed the concept as an academic toy. Left or right, heads or tails—it felt like a game for people with nothing better to do than count coin tosses. Then I actually did the math, and the math hit back. I calculated the probability of reaching x = 4 after ten steps. As the numbers refused to budge, I felt that familiar, sickening rise of frustration—the exact emotional spike I’d experienced a thousand times over my own obsessions. That was the moment the pattern broke cover. Our emotions possess... - [Between Light and Darkness](https://literaryyard.com/2026/05/15/between-light-and-darkness/): By: Eugen Oniscu From childhood to his thirtieth year, Robert Ciubotaru had lived only for brawls, thefts, and scandals. As a minor he had even spent a few years in a reformatory school. If anyone had told him life could be lived differently, he would have laughed in their face, because he was firmly convinced that the people in his world were the greatest—street-smart and good with their fists. He had been born in a neighborhood largely inhabited by Roma; he himself was of Roma descent. As a small boy he tried to imitate the older boys who were good... - ['The Seven Stars' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2026/05/14/the-seven-stars-and-other-poems/): By: Bruce Mundhenke The Seven Stars The seven stars are old.Many eyes have gazed at them in the night,their pattern constant,beacons of light.Almost eternal,but in time,only the Old One will remain.All else will pass,except for what He chooses to retain. Water of gladness May the love of the Lord,And the beauty of His creation,Become a River and a stream,That they may flow through your heart,And fill it overfullWith the water of gladness. Pearl The pearl you have been seeking,Is not so hard to find,Precious to those who find it,Worthless to the blind. ### Bruce Mundhenke writes poetry and short fiction.... - ["A Message to Max" and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2026/05/14/a-message-to-max-and-other-poems/): By: Camela B. Gabia “A Message to Max” In my hectic busy day,I always hear your laughter far away.Each work I do, each step I take,I can feel the ache of the time we forsake.The hours seem so long, yet in my heart,I feel you close, though we’re apart.Your smile, your touch, your sweet embrace,I long for the warmth of your cute little face.But even if I am at work, I want to hold you near,In every moment, you are here.Though the world demands my time today,I carry you in every way.One day soon, my Max, I’ll return,And for your... - ['The Market of Closed Eyes' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2026/05/14/the-market-of-closed-eyes-and-other-poems/): By: Harrison Cashmere The Market of Closed Eyes I woke and went straight to the market,Drunk with drowsiness, intoxicated by fatigue.I drifted here and there, sleepilySearching for humanity among the stalls.My eyes were closing; sunbeams foughtTo open them for a fraction,But clouds of cruelty surrounded meAnd the light began to fade.I could not find the humanity;My eyes shut, and I fell. The Weight of a Glance I stood by the window as the rain began,Watching the city blur into grey stone.The glass was cold against my palm,A transparent wall between me and the world.Then, a stranger stopped beneath the awning,Shaking... - [Mutually Assured Destruction](https://literaryyard.com/2026/05/14/mutually-assured-destruction/): By: Matt Mercado             I had just broken up with my ex. It was my first breakup, which meant I handled things poorly. To make it worse, we were still living together. A precarious financial situation meant shared captivity was the only option. Shit, we were stuck together for another two months. I downloaded Tinder out of boredom and panic, just to see what other creatures were roaming this college town. I wasn’t looking for anything meaningful, just proof that I could still pull a woman.                The thing about Tinder is it’s less a dating app and more a... - [Pale](https://literaryyard.com/2026/05/14/pale/): By Andrew J. Schmidt I have always found the night a welcome companion. A sanctuary. Beneath the pale light of the moon, the world seems muted, calm, as though holding on to its breath, and the mind is freed from the tyranny of the sun. I once preferred those hours above all others. I long for those peaceful moonlit meditations. Before the night betrayed me — before I learned why I must now sleep with a lamp at my bedside and my shutters drawn. ***** Several nights ago, I undertook the task of assisting an associate by the name of... - [Our Story](https://literaryyard.com/2026/05/14/our-story/): By: Srinjaya LahiriWe met in the warm colours of spring. In the hues of golden, blue, and pink. Our first meeting transpired in congenial formality. Our eyes met, but with restraint. Then, what began with a cordial smile, slowly graduated to mutual admiration, and then love happened – the glue that sealed our hearts together. I can’t say if it was destiny or serendipity. But two complete strangers brought together to spend a lifetime of shared experiences. Our relationship blossomed through the warmer months. Ripening and maturing like the fruits of summer that cool the body and soothe the mind.... - [Spring Haiku  ](https://literaryyard.com/2026/05/13/spring-haiku-4/): By: Jim Bates New garden plantedSoon new fresh veggies will growNature’s smorgasbord. After somber rainPretty morning glories bloomUnexpected gift. Belief they will growCarrot seeds planted with careFaith in Nature’s hands. Big bright midnight moonWorldly silvery moonglowSuch lunar delight. Lovely twilight skyMauve, orange, and lilac blanketUnder which to dream. - [Four Springtime Haiku](https://literaryyard.com/2026/05/13/four-springtime-haiku/): By: Jim Bates Fresh lilacs bloomingLily-of-the-valley tooSpringtime scent so sweet. Springtime misting rainTender garden shoots reachingThirstily drinking. Deep woods forest pathLeafy green canopy aboveSleepy shade below. Late day setting sunLast light filters through the treesBlanket of soft warmth. - [Five Snowy Haiku](https://literaryyard.com/2026/05/13/five-snowy-haiku/): By: Jim Bates Thick snowflakes fallingDistant hillsides soften whiteDreamy wonderland. After the snowstormWinter’s soft gentle beautySnow on evergreens. Cotton snowflakes fallPeaceful silence fills the nightAll encompassing. Peaceful snow fallingBig white flakes drifting softlyInto deep silence. Shoveling the snowContemplating so many thingsSummer tops the list. - ['Ah! To Write like Ruskin' and one more poem](https://literaryyard.com/2026/05/13/ah-to-write-like-ruskin-and-other-poems/): By: Mitali Chakravarty Ah! To Write like Ruskin I feel I cannot write.Words don’t fall into place.I have no stories to tell. Ruskin Bond writes so well.His words touch my heartso I can cry. My words feel dry. The anguish I feel is deep within.I wish I could bond like Bondwith tear-wrenching words. Or, make you laugh witheggless omelettes and pythontales, make you feel my words. But my words shrink in pain.How can I then write again?On the inside, I weep like rain. (This poem is dedicated to Ruskin Bond, who is turning 92 years old on May 19, 2026.... - [Words](https://literaryyard.com/2026/05/13/words-2/): By: James Aitchison Where do words gowhen you need them?Do they hide in someone else’scloud, do they escape to thefringes of the mind, do theytease and taunt from a distance?Are words self-powered,self-propelled, self-controlled?Can they masquerade as thewords you don’t want?Are they cruel chameleons?Can they refuse to participate inyour poem, in your story?Do they exist in a realmindependent of the author?Are they — in fact —the playthingsof the gods? - [A Taste of Condiment’s’](https://literaryyard.com/2026/05/13/a-taste-of-condiments/): By: Todd Mercer We had a genuine Chef running the kitchen, but she got angry and walked out. Now I’m stuck peeling plastic off trays of Lunchables and restacking the heavily processed morsels of meat and cheese on to our charcuterie boards. Business considerations include that the pack costs $2.50 at the grocery store, but when I send it to a table with the board as value added it costs $14.95. This is my third week working the back of the house here at Condiment’s’. Originally, I bussed tables. Then they threw me in the Dish Pit. From there, Prep.... - [Under the Stars](https://literaryyard.com/2026/05/13/under-the-stars/): By: Munavvar Tlewbaeva Night had fallen. Streetlights lit the road, but I didn’t want their artificial glow. I wanted real, shining stars. So I walked home through a darker street.Above me, stars twinkled silently, watching the hurried lives below. My thoughts drifted to the future: studying abroad, buying a car, building a home, having children… Humans often chase tomorrow, forgetting today.Then I heard a child crying:“Mom… where are you? I’m lost…”I paused, but walked on. Perhaps his mother would appear. Still, a heaviness settled in my chest.Under a bush, a tiny cat meowed, its eyes shining like miniature stars. It... - [The Law and Order Professor](https://literaryyard.com/2026/05/13/the-law-and-order-professor/): By: David Sapp When I was ten or eleven, I had this crazy idea to trek through the woods, along the Kokosing River, from my house to, well, wherever, just to see where we might end up and explore uncharted territory. It was very likely that no one walked there for decades – maybe a century. I had a vague notion, but I was far from certain. Tom, his little brother, Ross, and maybe Chris was there – and we set out without telling our mothers. Maybe this would be fine during the long days of summer, but it was... - [The Little Creeper](https://literaryyard.com/2026/04/30/the-little-creeper/): By Gregory Ballinger Cuthbert Creep was a keen gardener who lived alone in the countryside, where he was able to enjoy his retirement in peace and quiet. Cuthbert kept to himself, and only ever ventured into the village if it was absolutely essential. He never watched television, and only listened to the radio when his favourite gardening show was on once a week. Cuthbert enjoyed everything gardening related; he enjoyed being in the garden, reading about the garden; and when the weather was bad, he liked sitting in his favourite chair, looking out at the garden, but most of all,... - ['Obviating (Emotional) Surgery' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2026/04/30/obviating-emotional-surgery-and-other-poems/): By: Paul Tristram Obviating (Emotional) Surgery Weaving of ‘Egg-Calcium’ amongstverbal recollectionsof Yesterday… to strengthenmemory-bones,and help pillar the Totemof our acquaintanceship, sturdier.Hesitancy and Carefulnessare neck-and-neck…yet, it should really beExcitement and Enthusiasmcoursing the Hunt,when Passion is, in fact, the Hare.Leaner Times ledto Gluttonous Ambitions…those left ‘Out in the Cold’build Temples inside of new Homes. Advice From The Battlefield Of Life Make your mistakes (you are human),as many as you need to,and at any speed you want… but, learn from them (once) fast.Traverse your very own path…appreciate and admire, by all means,but, follow no one.Stick to your guns, stand your ground(ironically, the viler... - [on dada](https://literaryyard.com/2026/04/30/on-dada/): By: James Aitchison (a pantoum) dada doubts everythingwe were all dada before dadarebel against bourgeois society they saidrebel against the human condition itself we were all dada before dadadada will amount to nothing nothing nothingrebel against the human condition itselfsweep sweep clean they said dada will amount to nothing nothing nothingdada is not a beginning but an endsweep sweep clean they saiddada is everything and nothing at the same time dada is not a beginning but an endrebel against bourgeois society they saiddada is everything and nothing at the same timedada doubts everything - ['Trust the Rain' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2026/04/27/trust-the-rain-and-other-poems/): By: Faisal Khan Trust the Rain In the heart of the desert,fairy shrimp mate, lay their eggs, and bury them in the sand.The act is brief—mere days.The adults do not survive,but the eggs remain.Waiting in silence. Waiting in faith.Sometimes for years.Sometimes for decades.At last, the rain arrives—a sudden deluge. Life stirs.The eggs split open, and a new generation begins.So too must you bury your work in faith.Do all you can. Then, be still.It may not bloom in your hands.You may never stand in its shade.When the rain comes—what you planted will rise.Do not beg the clouds.Do not search the sky.Just... - [It’s Nobody. You](https://literaryyard.com/2026/04/27/its-nobody-you/): By: Suman Mondal There’s a quiet peace in melancholy,lying on a warm, water-soaked pillow,whooping silently, a fragile halo on face.The Moon is so dear today! Stay away! The night is ephemeral.Where is life? Weak bones coveredby the agonies of experience dying,flesh, blood, and the warm touch of hands,wiping the cheeks, wiping the life! Embrace the taste of salty tears,the taste of blood, mouth, and heart,the soft hands, milk-scented hugs.Away, away shame of being adored. How does it feel to touch cold hands?The wrinkles are visible, dust floating.And how does it feel to touch soft hands?Like a rose, sweet odour, and... - ['Painted Beauty Cruelly Ensnared' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2026/04/26/painted-beauty-cruelly-ensnared-and-other-poems/): By Douglas J. Lanzo Painted Beauty Cruelly Ensnared In memory of the scores of endangered painted dogswho have succumbed to illegal poacher snaresin the African savannah She is free and lithe,and full of life,playing between forays;on savannah richwith wildlife,colored by painted sprays —cast by ochre coatsbristling with huesblending into the day…until her leg jerksback forcibly,wrapped in a coil of steel —from a poacher setfor antelope,in hopes of bushmeat meals,without scant thought forthe painted dogwhose fate his cable seals. Her most loyal packtries chewing throughthe steel-cable wire,slashing through their gumsbloodied in painthat burn like wildfire.They desperately feedtheir matriarchdespite conditions dire —nearly... - [open mic diva  ](https://literaryyard.com/2026/04/26/open-mic-diva/): By: Carl Papa Palmer she won’t read firstor lastor read after this poetor before that one informs our hostesswhere to list hermost often number four when called to readacts surprisedgathers her paperstakes her timeto the podium at the podiumsorts through papersfinds her poemlocates her glasses taps the mictells us about her poemher inspirationher process performs her epic poemtwo pages pastthe one page limittouches each syllablein iambic pentameter her hand a conductor’s batondraws us through each stanzaends with our polite applause asks if she has time for one moreas our hostess rushes up with a hugto escort her from the podiumwhile... - [The Voice of Wachusett](https://literaryyard.com/2026/04/26/the-voice-of-wachusett/): By: Christopher Johnson             Wachusett Mountain in central Massachusetts is one of the most climbed mountains of North America. The name “Wachusett” is derived from the language of local Native Americans and likely means “mountain-place.” This modest mountain is only two hours northwest of Boston, and according to the Massachusetts Audubon Society, the mountain draws more than three-quarters of a million visitors every year, including hikers, bird watchers, skiers, and snowboarders. During the autumn foliage season, the mountain can attract as many as 10,000 climbers a day. As you approach the mountain, you pass through the charming town of Princeton,... - [A Whole Fine Mess of Personal Chauffeurs](https://literaryyard.com/2026/04/26/a-whole-fine-mess-of-personal-chauffeurs/): By: Douglas Young      “All rise. Hear ye, hear ye. The Municipal Court of Daniel Govan County is now in session with the Honorable Judge Alonza Reeves presiding. God save America and this Honorable Court. Amen. You may be seated,” the bailiff proclaimed in a booming voice as the black-robed, fiftyish, and dark-haired Judge Reeves entered the courtroom and took his seat. The two dozen other people scattered throughout the room then sat down.      “District Attorney Gregg, please announce the first case,” Judge Reeves requested.      “Thank you, your honor,” John Gregg said rising from the prosecutor’s table. Sporting... - [Delia](https://literaryyard.com/2026/04/26/delia/): By Henry Simpson I went to the beach that day to collect Jack, my father, who had befriended a homeless man name Moses. I found them sitting at a picnic table, drinking booze while girls in bikinis played volleyball on a nearby court. “We gotta go,” I said. “Whoop de do,” Moses said. He brought to mind a feral cat that showed up at my back door one night last winter in the middle of a downpour. Half starved and shivering, its mangy coat soaked to the skin, it begged me in its way for food, warmth, and shelter. I... - [Antakshari](https://literaryyard.com/2026/04/26/antakshari/): By: Ramprasath “Let’s say I start a Math Antakshari. That is, one problem leads to another problem, and so on. How quickly can each of you provide the answers?” Math professor Nana asked. “In one minute,” Deena replied instantly. Yuvan chuckled. “I can answer in half a minute,” he said, intending to get back at Deena. “That quick?” Nana’s eyes opened wide. “Alright, Yuvan. What if I take half a minute?” “Then a quarter of a minute is enough for me,” “Wow! We got mathematicians in our class, then” Nana clapped. “Looks like we are already in an Antakshari game,”... - [A Silent Scream in Four Corners](https://literaryyard.com/2026/04/19/a-silent-scream-in-four-corners/): By: Krin Van Tatenhove              I’m a big fan of John RC Potter’s writing, so I was excited to open his recent novella, The General Store at Four Corners. It’s one of three pieces featured in Body Lines, an annual journal published by Subtle Body Press.             I was not disappointed!             This is a tale of lust, betrayal, and violence set in the small fictional village of Four Corners, Ontario. Its timeframe jumps back and forth through a 20-year period between 1914 and 1934, but the transitions are never jarring. Potter weaves each episode into the narrative seamlessly. As... - ['The Cloud and the North Wind' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2026/04/19/the-cloud-and-the-north-wind-and-other-poems/): By: Cynthia Pitman The Cloud and the North Wind Propelled by the north wind,a cloud rolls in,crowding the blue sky.She is arrayed in virginal white –glossy Chinese satin and silk,trailing a train of Spanish lace –,all white, but for an edgingof dark gray bruising.She enters at a slow pace,a regal pace,a pace designed for a bride.But the wind is impatientas he ushers her in.He gusts behind her,pushing her forward.The gray bruising grows.Again he gusts.The bruising spreads.His gusts grow stronger,harder, faster.She swells twice her former size,then twice again, and twice again,consuming the blue of the sky.Her color turns purply black.As she... - [A Walk with David Quammen](https://literaryyard.com/2026/04/14/a-walk-with-david-quammen/): By Stephen Alexander Learning about the Science Essay while Walking in Nature There is a wetland area a short walk away from my home in southwest Portland, Oregon. I have often stopped there to watch Rough-winged swallows darting about as they forage for insects. The wetlands are also a favorite resting spot for great blue herons. Those enormous birds were always more captivating to me than the little swallows that arrive each year in early spring. Then, I read The Swallow that Hibernates Underwater by David Quammen.             Reading that essayfelt like the first time I read The Old Man... - ['Wings of the Sun' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2026/04/14/wings-of-the-sun-and-other-poems/): By: Andrea Myinga. WINGS OF THE SUN The wings of the sun, so cool,Stretching from its corner, dawning. Stepping one step at a time, majestic,Moving, reaching the centre, so hot. One time clouds cover, sky veiled,Deceiving none, they are there. Heart ding-dong, ding-donging,Missing the sun, goose bumping, As it goes, going, reaching down,Evening is cold, freezing, fearful. The colours, the golden, blackish,To that of burning charcoal, reddish. Its shape, roundish, of an iris, pretty,The wings fold, sun falling, dusking. BLUISH OF THE SKY The bluish, the beauty of the sky,Each time my eyes see, feast. Morning sight short, still asleepAble... - [On the Metaphysics of Fiction](https://literaryyard.com/2026/04/14/on-the-metaphysics-of-fiction/): By Thomas Sanfilip I am not a believer in destiny or fate, neither chance nor serendipity, but rather fatedness, that is, the congruence of certain factors that coalesce in synchronous fashion to bring about an inevitable outcome. But as a writer of fiction one has to consider exactly what is being pursued. To say it is truth is too broad, because facts bend the writerly perspective in ways too unpredictable. The laying down of plot, characterization, action, the linearity of the process is ultimately self-defeating. Aristotle’s dictum that any projected vision of the future is based on what is possible... - [Prophecy Machine](https://literaryyard.com/2026/04/14/prophecy-machine/): By: Ramprasath R The Infinite Monkey Theorem states that if a monkey hits keys on a typewriter/keyboard at random an infinite number of times for an infinite amount of duration, it will almost surely produce a particular text, such as the complete works of William Shakespeare.                                                                                           ~ * ~ “Can’t we speed up this entire process? How long must we wait? Didn’t we choose the simulation route specifically to reduce the waiting time?” I asked, losing my patience. “As you requested, I have input another ten million ‘monkey threads’ into the simulation. The simulation should run much faster... - [The Wisteria Falls Hideaway Inn](https://literaryyard.com/2026/04/12/the-wisteria-falls-hideaway-inn/):  By Douglas Young      “Wisteria Falls Hideaway Inn – let’s make your vacation a big win.” Marigold McTaft answered the phone behind the front desk, moving from side to side in her swivel high chair and grinning at Furman Chase, a long-time friend. It was a Friday night in June at the ten-room motel nestled in the mountains between the large Wisteria Falls waterfall and the little tourist town named for it. Though she attended college out of town, Marigold was home for the summer, where she enjoyed working part-time at her Aunt Eloise’s inn, especially when her relative was... - [Daylight Savings Time - An Affirmation](https://literaryyard.com/2026/04/12/daylight-savings-time-an-affirmation/): By: Carl “Papa” Palmer Clocks leapt forward urging us to step forwardfrom daily gray days of endless days upon daysunder dark, dank, drooping fir trees dripping upon dormant shrubs, slumber slumped bushes,potted plants playing dead, barren bedding beds,all reset to sunshine this daylight savings time day. This hour-early-morning our world exhaled herheld breath allowing buds to untighten tight fists,to renewal awakenings of hibernating primrosesand display annual reunions of daffodil families. Our blue sky is back like a promised promise keptas neighbors gather outside in sudden celebration,smiling, refreshed, animated, now with time to talk about spring cleaning, about summer projects,about yard... - [Tragically Predictable: A Review of Goodbye, Jimi, The Truth Behind the Tragedy    ](https://literaryyard.com/2026/04/12/tragically-predictable-a-review-of-goodbye-jimi-the-truth-behind-the-tragedy/): By Douglas Young You don’t love because: you love despite; not for the virtues, but despite the faults.–William Faulkner.        It is breathtaking how much phenomenal music Jimi Hendrix squeezed into a recording career of not even four years. In addition to four authorized original albums released during his lifetime, many more would be culled from this period for decades to come. His incredible versatility as a guitarist and his brilliant ability to juggle rock, pop, blues, soul, funk, and jazz would leave a major mark on popular music still felt today. With his often-thrilling concerts, soulfully expressive voice, and... - [Postmortem](https://literaryyard.com/2026/04/12/postmortem/): By: Bruce Levine StriationsGradationsFilling the atmosphereIn stillness PinkMixed withWhite and grayTo almost holiness Fallacy of fateLanguishThe unknowingWith helplessness Testing the tidePressing forwardThrough fearOf loneliness Watching the idleWither without them knowingThrough vacantWastefulness As the nouveau richeLuxuriateIn ostentatiousLavishness And society’sDouble meaningThe self-inflicted oxymoronAnd the selfishness PromulgatesThe stagnationThe paucityWhich ends in emptiness - ['Spring In The Air' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2026/03/14/spring-in-the-air-and-other-poems/): By: Frances Leitch Spring In The Air In thinkingof that warm breezeFelt after burrowing throughthe long, white winterIn thinkingof delight and easeA smile crossedthe rutted roadAnd time stoppedHeld me thereIn a moment’s joySpring in the air Wildflowers The flowers that spewAcross a barren hillAnd shove their headsOut of the rock and crannyAnd from beneath the bush topThat fling their headsEvery which wayAnd dress the mountain slopesIn petaled gownsAnd allow meadows to wearBonnets in their hair Company Green greenthe green-threaded hillsOverhead a blue skyFluffy white cloudsroam on byDaffodils raisetheir headsto the sunBirds chirpin cypress treeAll a wellspringof life flowIn nature’s company... - [At Ten Past Ten](https://literaryyard.com/2026/03/01/at-ten-past-ten/): By Susmita Mukherjee Every night at ten past ten, the milk was warmed. Not boiled, not allowed to skin, just warm enough to hold between the palms without flinching. Minati had perfected this temperature over decades, long before thermometers or timers were needed. Her wrist knew, her patience knew, her son’s body knew. Arjun drank the milk without complaint. He always had. As a child, he had learned early that certain things were not choices but arrangements like gravity, like the shape of his mother’s worry. He drank the milk, washed his mouth, and slept. On nights he resisted, Minati... - [It could’ve been like this](https://literaryyard.com/2026/03/01/it-couldve-been-like-this/): By: Rosko Iliev Tzolov Andrey often dreamed of flying. He would stand on the ground, spread his arms, and take off. Other people longed to dream of flying, but he had the same dream again and again. He worked as an engineer at a small company, had a wife and two children, and a small house—too small, really. His sons were seventeen and fourteen and shared one room. At one point, he had thought about expanding the house, but he never had the money or the time. His car was a twenty-year-old red Volvo—the family called it “The Beast.” It... - [Bygone bestsellers](https://literaryyard.com/2026/03/01/bygone-bestsellers/): By James Aitchison Think today’s bestsellers, and the usual suspects spring to mind: J. K. Rowling, Danielle Steel, Lee Child, Stephen King, John Grisham, David Baldacci and James Patterson.  And while their sales achievements make headlines, some less familiar names have outsold them. Take the Bard, for example.  William Shakespeare has traditionally topped bestseller lists even before such lists existed!  Shakespeare’s plays and poems have sold anywhere from two to four billion copies! Likewise, Agatha Christie joins Shakespeare as a top mover and shaker.  Sales of her 86 books are also estimated to have reached four billion.  At number three... - ['The Red Dust of April' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2026/03/01/the-red-dust-of-april-and-other-poems/): By: Harrison Cashmere The Red Dust of April You arrive like a held breath against the Zabarwan,row upon row of silk cups catching the mountain sun.But spring in the valley is a thief;you offer your throat to the breeze,knowing the heat is already sharpening its blade.Your scent doesn’t just drift—it settles like a prayerin the humid shade of the Chinars.We walk the brick paths, praising your fragile glow,while beneath the soil, the earth is already reachingto pull your petals back into the dark.Perhaps you are only perfect because you are leaving.Like a moth’s wing, or a secret whispered near the... - ['Alone' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2026/03/01/alone-and-other-poems/): By James Aitchison Alone Retreat fearlessly into yourself.Let solitude be your close companion.Let no shadow fill your footsteps.Feel the slowed soul possess asharper perspective.The Voice that waits for all menwill speak in the silence andyou will be eternally tranquil.Free of human distractions,you can achieve the realityof spirit all men crave. Compassion With wisdom, we learn oflove and compassion.And we learn of our vulnerability.How the more we give,the more is taken.How a little kindness is swallowed bya thousand million griefs.But you — the giver — willhave a soul more perfect. - ['What Time Does' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2026/02/22/what-time-does-and-other-poems/): By: J.K. Durick What Time Does Eventually this allGoes awayDisappears intoTimeBecomes the historyThey will studyLook back on usAnd wonderWhat we were thinkingWhat influencedThe outcomesWe have madeThe things we lostAnd the thingsWe have gained.News does thatMakes everythingTemporaryExcept the damageWe’ve doneTo ourselvesAnd anyone whoComes after us. Game Gone By the fourth quarter the grandstandsAre emptying, almost all the fans haveGone. Perhaps there’s still an echo of allThe cheering, the noise they made whileStill there, but the only sounds are out onThe field, the game still going on, slidingInto the record books, another loss. It’sNot hard to remember how this all began.Hopeful anticipation... - ['Functions' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2026/02/21/functions-and-other-poems/): By: Paul Dickey Functions She knew him too well for this timeto matter, but he stayed up anyway,all night, to copy logarithm tablesand drink beer. “To see what she’d say.”He wanted her to-experience– –the importance of his studies,instead of just always saying so. “So what if I would’ve come back to bed?It’s not like she wants to solve anything.”Se she made him laugh when she toldher mother that they had gone outto a show, although he knew thenwhat it meant. She wouldn’t evengive him credit for what he’d done. “We always said that we wouldn’tever need to make excusesfor each... - ['Your Wish is my Command' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2026/02/21/your-wish-is-my-command-and-other-poems/): By: Tim Law Your Wish is my Command Here I sitI fish for a fishFor a fresh fish dishIs your only wish Once your cravingsI could find at the shopA midnight driveA mid-morning stop Gaytimes at night timesA hot chicken rollA Chuppa Chupp(Specifically, Strawberries and Cream) If you did not get them soonYou were guaranteed to screamThe baby wants what the baby needsYou, my baby, your desire feeds My love is ensuredBy the appearance of foodNo matter the whenHere we go again So, I return with my prizeAnd only then realizeTinned salmon on rye breadIs what you meant to ask... - [ Sun Tzu and Entertainment: Girls Und Panzer’s Anzio Battle](https://literaryyard.com/2026/02/20/sun-tzu-and-entertainment-girls-und-panzers-anzio-battle/): By: Andrew Nickerson Sun Tzu and Entertainment: Girls Und Panzer[i]’s Anzio Battle             Many tactical theorists have come and gone throughout history, but none have had the influence of Sun Tzu, an ancient general/tactician/strategist whose masterwork, The Art of War, set the standard for sheer brilliance. His words, which address everything from terrain to gathering intelligence, are innovative on every level, especially their unique goal: winning. What’s more, his advice has proven not only effective but extremely flexible, hence its subsequent adoption by everyone from sports teams to businessmen to politicians. However, there’s one medium where he’s never truly been... - [Handicapped Only](https://literaryyard.com/2026/02/20/handicapped-only/): By: Michael Gigandet “I hope you are able-challenged!” A man rattled the door of the bathroom stall. “I don’t see a wheelchair under the door!” Obviously he means me, Martin thought. There’s only one handicapped stall in here, and I’m in it. “I can see you’re standing!” The man shouted it like an accusation. “The other stall was occupied…” Martin began to explain. It had been when he walked into the restaurant’s restroom, the urinal too, but he couldn’t wait. “We don’t go around using your stalls!” The man wasn’t going to listen. “Just a minute,” Martin said. “Sorry. I’ll... - [Accessible Forests](https://literaryyard.com/2026/02/20/accessible-forests/): By: Jun A. Alindogan I remember growing up in a neighborhood that was surrounded by nature. Our yard was filled with guavas, duhat (java plums), atis (sugar apples), tamarinds, coconuts, and bananas. Outside the yard, there were mango, santol (cotton fruit) and caimito (star apple)  trees. Across from our bedroom windows, in a neighbor’s yard, stood a mabolo tree (velvet apple) beside a large anthill mound. On the way to our grandparents’ house, we had to pass by a roadside lined with an old balete tree, tall bamboo stalks in clusters, a huge acacia tree, and thick overgrown bushes and... - [I am not dead](https://literaryyard.com/2026/02/20/i-am-not-dead/): By: Trishant Subedi Behold that olden world—the grief stillwaiting to be told.I know it was a thing I could have told.I was forgotten,and was growing old. I am leaving with the cold air,I am leaving with a silent despair.Do not follow me everywhere—I’ll be nowhere,but a thought up there. To you, I can only tell my name,not from where I came,not what I’ve become or became,as I’m burning in the freezing shame. If you someday wish to visit my place,remember,I will not be there to show my face.I want to leave no tracethat you came and saw my space. Leave... - ['Writing at Midnight' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2026/02/20/writing-at-midnight-and-other-poems/): By: Jim BrosnanWriting at Midnight I keep rememberingin every letterI reread unfinishedcorrespondence— incomplete messageswhen I became lostin deep thoughtas I wandered through unnamed towns withwhite gazebos, pasta vacant lot with onlya swinging Sinclair sign— a survivor from a lastyear’s tornado beforea ghost passed mein an unsettling dream without speaking beforeI recorded these feelingsin several quatrains undera canvas of old stars. Between Evening & Forever I shuffle papersin the waning lightof day, wait to savorraspberry sunsetsin this autumn silenceas my heart listensto whispered secrets,unspoken words lostin the intimacyof nightly dreamswhere I wanderthrough calf-highalfalfa fieldsin search of you. Dreams of That Night... - [Out of the Box](https://literaryyard.com/2026/02/20/out-of-the-box/): By P. V. Anand Krishna I never chose this existence — this small space with stolen breath,these walls that silently constrict every time I take the chance to dream. I was destined for wider horizons, for paths that exhale under my steps, andfor a camera cozy in my grasp, capturing the little wonders thatthe globe falls into hush — as changing silhouette, a weary grin, awhisper of air that nearly converses. Yet here I stand, confined within a structure of expectations, responsibilities piled uplike bricks, days compressed until the edges sharpened. I envision escaping — of slipping away from this... - ['Thin as Eyes' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2026/02/20/thin-as-eyes-and-other-poems/): By: Aritra Basak Thin as Eyes I used to enter like a seeker of the quiet—barricaded graveyard, rented peace,an alibi from the scripted day,my breath new. Now the church is bright in a crueler way.The candles burn thin as eyes.The cross stands still; I stand stiller,face to face with suffering that won’t blink. Two hands—unnailed, unneeded.Two legs—unbroken, stalled.I lock on that lifted ache—think:what is this freedom for,if it can’t raise my bowed head an inch? Grief Bouquet Thursday, a house without a clock.Walls lean inward, ear-shaped.A fan turns its absence.Laughter waits in a drawer. Tea breathes metal and rain.Her name... - [Angry Daughter](https://literaryyard.com/2026/02/20/angry-daughter/): By: Khushi Tripathi They always see an angry daughter,But never see her dead laughter,Not her cries, not her tired mind,How she used to fly like the wind. They never see how she is breaking again and again,She is tired, broken, alone, yet she can’t trust someone again.They see how she seeks attention outside,But they never saw how they treated her here inside. They see her broken state, her tired body,But they never know why she hates everybody.They see her tired state as laziness,But they refuse to see her struggles, her dizziness. Her heart breaks apart every day,Yet she tries to... - [A vision](https://literaryyard.com/2026/02/20/a-vision-2/): By: James Aitchison In the quiet minutes,before the sun dips from sight,the earth holds its breath as a day dies.We dare not breathe either.It is when hatred dissipates in a blaze,when thoughts disconnect from past lives,when we are born anew.Yet a death in the night to come?Inevitable!And on the battlefield,the blood-red release of a soldier.But not now! Not yet!Sunset is the healer,the dispenser of wisdommelting down upon us. - [Fear and Faith](https://literaryyard.com/2026/02/19/fear-and-faith/): By: Harrison Abbott I’ve never liked Anna in all the years that she’s been my neighbour. Just don’t like her. But I also don’t want her to be murdered. She doesn’t like me either. That’s why I must be serious when I speak to her. She’s old. She will find it hard to understand: that the soldiers crossed the border yesterday, and our village is very close to the border. I know that the soldiers are going around in packs, looking for people like Anna. And that if they find her then they’ll execute her. It’s still morning. Last night,... - [Why Everything Feels Temporary](https://literaryyard.com/2026/02/19/why-everything-feels-temporary/): By: Amir Zadenemat 1. The Eroding Present We live in an era when the present feels porous, as if each moment dissolves before it fully arrives. This sensation is not sudden or catastrophic. It is slow, granular, the effect of time wearing down experience the way water polishes stone—not through force, but through repetition. Days pass quickly yet feel strangely hollow, as if we are watching life from the periphery rather than inhabiting it. Music evaporates after a single listen, replaced by the next track the algorithm quietly nudges forward. Relationships drift apart before they can collect the sediment of... - [Tangled Rhythm](https://literaryyard.com/2026/02/18/tangled-rhythm/): By: Goutam Roy All creatures arecradled into existenceby the ancient lapof our Mother Earth.Every pulse of lifefound its first rhythmin her timeless touch. Rhythm bloomsin every heart,as she becomesa living cadence—harmonious and serenein every realmshe wanders through. Yet our axe now clipsher sacred breath;her veins wither into dust,and her ageless memoriesfall faint—unraveling into the shadowsof our own toxic sighs. Even the skyis no longer safe from us.The ozone layer is torn,the oceans pollutedby our brazen greed. The wounded Mother rises in fury,for our primal breezeis bruised by our sins.Her summer now stealsthe place of winter,the monsoon grows whimsical,spring mocks the... - ['The First Snow of Another Winter' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2026/02/18/the-first-snow-of-another-winter-and-other-poems/): By: Richard LeDue “The First Snow of Another Winter” Vivaldi’s mandolin still whispers to meabout those afternoonssitting alone in my parents’ living room,looking outside and only seeinginside myself,so sure no one was listeningthat I could never imaginewriting this poem years later,confounded by how a concerto changedfrom meaning lonelinessto keeping me companyon grey haired nights. “Sundance At Dusk” Pages falling out of this old book,as if the library knew what it was doingdiscarding a poetry collection from 1976by a writer who seems more alivesmoking his cigarin the black and white photo on the back coverthan inside those loose yellowing pagesor in... - [Marathon Day](https://literaryyard.com/2026/02/18/marathon-day/): By: Jahnavi Gogoi Six am, all set for war, dressedin his running gear, he offersme a cup of tea. I accept. He knows I fear drip pots.The lingering ghosts of coffeegrounds. My recycled paper cup is lush with bergamot, as wedo our nose kiss, and I marvelat how skillfully he has attached the bib with seven safety pins.Lucky number seven, he says.One last look in the mirror. He bids goodbye, we promise tomeet at the finish line. The what ifsattack as soon as he leaves. Today they are hungry grackles. In seconds,he is Siddhartha, Odysseus, Theseus,and Jason. I am Penelope... - ['Respects as Paid' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2026/02/18/respects-as-paid-and-other-poems/): By: John Grey RESPECTS AS PAID By a grave, day pulls close the curtains.The air creaks, plays foul notes,like a violin unstrung.Grass is damp and unloved.Trees droop like mourners.Broken-winged angels, cold mausoleumnothing here speaks well of life. Expecting death at every turnof the well-trod cemetery trail,I am not disappointed.On every stone, an end date.By each cross, shriveled flowers.Why am I not buried also?My own breath surprises me. But I’m here to remember.The photographs, the conversations,the personal histories in my head,aren’t good enough, apparently.I must disinter from the actual spot.Bones with lively flesh on themnow have coffins to thankfor their continuing... - [Johannesburg to Zimbabwe: The Bus Ride of a Lifetime](https://literaryyard.com/2026/02/18/johannesburg-to-zimbabwe-the-bus-ride-of-a-lifetime/): By: Pat Spencer Generally, I find public transportation to be hours of isolation, interrupted by a neighborly comment or two. So, when I boarded a repurposed school bus for the bone-jarring ride from Johannesburg to Zimbabwe, the last thing I expected was for my seatmate to tell me stories from her life that forever changed mine. The woman in the center row patted the space beside her. 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I had just finished my English course and was heading from the city back to my village — back to my family, to my beloved home. I was a ninth-grade girl. The smells of expensive sweets and warm street food teased my appetite, yet nothing could match the taste of my mother’s freshly brewed tea and the warm, simple bread she had baked. Lost in these thoughts, I didn’t even notice how I got onto the bus. I took... - ['The Passing of Words' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2026/02/18/the-passing-of-words-and-other-poems/): By: Geoffrey Heptonstall THE PASSING OF WORDS That I might take from the treefresh metaphors, fully grown,savoured in the reading seasonwhere life is filtered through fading light. The wild garden lacks the handsfor harvesting its ripening bounty.Beneath the leaves the poem.My hunger follows the scent. Drone of wasp wings haunts the air.Theirs is a late in the year songfor the passing of wordsfrom hand to mouth to heart. 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And there it is –... - [Whole](https://literaryyard.com/2026/02/18/whole/): By: Don Tassone      He’d lived in his house for 20 years and planted every tree in his yard.  His favorite was an American cherry.  He had planted it as a sapling.  Now it was big, strong and stately.  It wasn’t the largest tree in his yard, but it was easily the most beautiful.      He especially loved its white blossoms in springtime.  He loved how, in the peach light, just after sunrise or just before sunset, they changed color, as if they were welcoming the day or bidding it farewell.      Late one summer, he noticed the leaves on... - [Cotton Green Bricks](https://literaryyard.com/2026/02/17/cotton-green-bricks/): By: Lilly White See the beaconing concrete walls,The bricks stacked upon each other,Enclosing our lives reduces us to bills,buying,and the politics we inherit. We see them go up,we see them go down. See them go down as the crimson flames take hold,See them go down as the earth shakes and the water rises,Damaging the place we give our lives to,teaching us what we serve. When we close our eyes, the green conceals, our destruction,Vines stitch themselves into concrete,Moss coats the edges of decaying bricks,Wind strips signs and billboards,Advertisements of our sins. What we did is gone,But you are gone too.... - ['An Education' and other drabbles](https://literaryyard.com/2026/02/17/an-education-and-other-drabbles/): By Ken Poyner AN EDUCATION Each year we debate what should be the proper age for school children to be taken on a first field trip to see captive pianos in the next town. All of our pianos have been banished or burned, and the initial sight of one might be too intense for the very young. With one class, the attending chaperone was once a piano tuner, and at first contact with the neighboring town’s pianos, fell into tears. Not an example for our youth. Consistency is the mathematics of orthodoxy. Children need to know what we avoid and... - ['Your Love' and other poems](https://literaryyard.com/2026/02/17/your-love-and-other-poems/): By: J.L. Lewis Your Love I don’t want your love,I need your love.Like the flower needs the tendermercy of the bee,like the arid stream needs the early rainsto join the river in their longingfor the sea.I need your love,as a drowning man who strugglesin his desperation for the shore,and a dying one yearns another chance at life.I need your love,as the dark night of the soul awaitsthe saving grace of dawn,or a crying child needs the comfortingassurance of embrace.I don’t want your love,I need your love. 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