Literary Yard

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Fiction

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…

Blog

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…

Technology

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…

Essay

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,…

Books Reviews

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…

Poetry

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…

Poetry

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…

Fiction

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…

Fiction

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…

Poetry

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…