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…

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…

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…

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…

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….

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…

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 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…

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…

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…