By: Katie Lewington my elbows sparkled with glitter and my nose is smudged in glue akin to baking cakes but such an orgasmic feeling, my God to be relating to the steady flow and rhythm to the heart in your soul…

By: Katie Lewington you are the eighth, seventh sixth and fifth forth, third second and first wonder of the world the deep colour of your eyes the folding up of your glasses ruffled strands of your hair the weight of…

By: Katie Lewington  poetry – quit, no this is for a living an appreciated form of writing call it poetry and it will have people saying i don’t read that but in a different guise it’s a meme, a share and…

By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick Wall to wall recliners and IV poles Unknown show on television Too far to see or hear Special chair saved with my name Others backed into cinderblock wall All the way back mine stretches Eases the…

Literary Yard has spoken to Chiranjit Paul regarding his new novel ‘The Fragrance of Rose’ which brings to the fore the topic of sexual harassment at work. Chiranjit openly shares his insights on the journey of the novel and how…

By: Raymond Greiner Humanity can benefit from awareness of Earth’s influential evolutionary cycles and its spectrum of terrestrial life exhibiting ability to adjust and meld with the ever-changing biosphere. Geographic’s form the character of habitat designs dictating survival requirements. Equatorial, temperate…

By: Raymond Greiner  Companionship defines life. Instinctive thought is of long-term, human partnerships, sharing each day approaching the bond as a single unit, yet interacting in dual servitude toward shared goals. Frequently such arrangements lack balance, but when in sync it’s…

By: Ramprasath Balloon of reality, Wevolution, Third law of creation, DATA – Determination amplified to awareness, Newton’s approach……… “Perceptions” That is what is all in this new book of Dr.Nikhil Chandwani, a 23-year-old young writer from India. The peak of wisdom…

By: James Diaz there was the time before i knew the shape that my life would take the time before i first held something sharp against my wrist that could split the skin separate my spirit from my body the time…

By: James Diaz I’d drive you to the coast but there’s ice in a bone I keep shadowed at night the floor creaks like the first chair moved awkwardly across the gymnasium floor of your first gathering of drunks I want…