Poetry
By: Denny E. Marshall Time long past, since the romance gone Echo’s ring of favorite song Old notes restart softly once more Words the same stride different tune Piles of pettiness up in smoke Arguments in useless drawer In pile with…
Poetry
By: Denny E. Marshall Yesterday lots of clouds Today clear skies Few hours’ later One cloud appears Perhaps loneliness Is all about Being a day or two behind Two hours later Another single cloud appears
Fiction
By: Vanessa Cutts One day Monica was getting dressed for school and she could only find one shoe. She looked everywhere, under the bed, in the toy box and in the bottom of the wardrobe. But Monica’s shoe was nowhere to…
Fiction
By: Sri Ram The container trucks that transport brand new cars between states, lorries carrying sacks of rice and wheat and jewelry shops are among a few that Arun have laid his thieving hands on yet, the police never rounded…
Poetry
By: Lynn White The pub on the corner was known as ‘The Grapes’. I used to go there a lifetime ago, with one friend or another. It was my local, my space, my place, friendly and safe. I had no money,…
Poetry
By: Lynn White When did I last know who I am? I wonder if it when I was a child, when I made up stories from my imagination. Was I separate then from the imaginary children with imaginary parents and imaginary…
Fiction
By: Sri Ram Contract killers Mani and David were given assignment for the month. The assignment sheet said that they were to kill a guy named Arul, aged 35, an ex-military man. There was a photograph that clearly showed Arul…
Poetry
By: Jeo Jenny Momma, what is Mercy? Cha-cha, mercy is something beyond vengeance and ego It can catch wounded hearts and nurses it Travels across the walls of ego Knows no harm even to the harmful The best example is “Love…
News
Hello, Readers – I have a great news to share with our readers: LiteraryYard.com has been ranked among the top 100 literary blogs on the planet by Feedspot.com . This is indeed a surprise as well as a reward for the hardwork and…
Poetry
By: Linda M Crate i fear for our country each choice seems like a bad choice i pray that we don’t die because of politician’s greed, and i pray for more tomorrows, and a better future; i pray because our…












