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 […]
Caravaggio
‘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 […]
‘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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
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, […]
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 […]
‘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 […]
Literary Yard 