Literary Yard

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Poetry

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…

Poetry

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…

Poetry

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…

Poetry

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.

Fiction

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…

Fiction

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…

Fiction

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,”…

Poetry

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…

Poetry

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…

Poetry

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