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Fiction

By: Debraj Bhattacharya As I opened the door to your place, Utpal, I could smell the sweat in your body. The first time we came close to each other in this ground floor apartment of yours at Manicktola. I was a…

Poetry

By: April Mae M. Berza The womb of the words could not give birth to this longing Let me caress your shadow now that I’m missing you. Shades of blue devour my heart as I awake this morning Now that…

Poetry

By: April Mae M. Berza Like rings around Saturn my love will encircle her; not knowing she is the planet she stays away from me. Her prison sky locks her away from my reach, away from me, she cannot seem…

Fiction

By: Milt Montague That morning Milt awoke at 6:05 AM, realized it was an ungodly hour, and tried to get back to sleep. Morpheus was nowhere to be found and after a full hour of fruitless searching for respite in…

Fiction

By: Milt Montague All children love pets. Cats and dogs are the top candidates in this category of unconditional sources of love. They visibly and audibly return the love and attention lavished upon them by humans. The four Montague children…

News

Literary Yard has received this list from none other than Amazon.com about the most well-read cities in America. Well, Literary Yard does not endorse the list since it is based on the sales data on the website. The online retailer…

News

A romance novel ‘The Triumph of Love and Liberty’ by Hugh Franks is set to unveil on 25th June, 2015. The Second World War, according to the publisher note, ranges on in this sweeping romance novel. Hugh Franks captivates the…

Fiction

By: Obinna Ozoigbo A laconic cigarette dangled from the corner of Grandpa’s mouth, smoldering, as he parked his sleek Ferrari near the river. A trilby hat sat on his head, concealing his hairless crown, but revealing wispy tufts of grey…

Poetry

Poetry begins with a bunch of feelings that can mean, if not everything, at least something to everyone universally. Poetry is thus not the slave of professional poets who have penned or who will pen poems the way Shakespeare, Wordsworth,…

NewsNon-Fiction

A couple of weeks ago while I was packing my luggage for a reclusive weekend at one of the resorts at the Jim Corbett national park, approximately 200 kilometers from New Delhi, I heard the doorbell. A packet was handed…