By: Neha Sharma Sarika arrived with her hair tied into two braids with bright pink ribbons, a sack with printed orange marigolds and her skin covered with recently dried up chicken pox. […]
Story: The Orphaned Visitor
Story: ALGODÓN
By: Gaither Stewart The last time I saw Algodón was in the instant before the medics pulled the sheet over his face. From my fourth floor balcony across the narrow street, […]
Poem: The Ant
By: Paulo Lorenzo Garcia There’s an ant Scuttling towards me Going off in all directions frantically. A note of urgency alluded to by the length of its strides And the acreage it […]
Poem: These Verses Allude To You
By: Paulo Lorenzo Garcia “Tonight I Can Write the Saddest Lines,” Said Pablo Neruda. But be that as it may My soul swivels in harsh repose Beneath a scarcely rippled sheet In […]
Review: A guide to understanding our times
By William T. Hathaway Review of Recollection of Things Learned By Gaither Stewart The Literary Yard contributor Gaither Stewart is a man of passions. In The Europe Trilogy he shared with […]
Poem: Backyard Rainfall
By: Ranjeet Sarpal I heard rainfall In the backyard Descending on patterns of loneliness, Broken bottles, Emptied chips packets, Thrown bus tickets Abandoned puppies, Absorbing their fear of being alone , And Stirring […]
Poem: Musings
By: Samiya Javed There is something oddly discomforting about a large group of people and their mirth, which seems to be contagious, except, I find myself untouched by it. The epidemic of […]
Poem: She
By: Aneesha Roy The thirst for life runs amok, My hungry loins call forth That bloody pulsating thrust That fills through and bursts, Deep, deep inside where no stories lie, Just darkness […]
Poem: A Sad Street
By: Aneesha Roy A sad street runs down unhurried by my dull-grey house. It stretches far and wide, dressed in the familiar trappings of charcoal black. It’s worn out in places. It runs […]
Story: The Coffee Shop
By Karthik Shankar The alarm clock announced itself with a rattling ring. My mind had already switched itself on fifteen minutes earlier but my body wasn’t ready to purge itself of the […]
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