Literary Yard

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Non-Fiction

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…

Poetry

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…

Fiction

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…

Fiction

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…

Poetry

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…

Poetry

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…

Fiction

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…

Poetry

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,…

Poetry

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…

Poetry

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…