Literary Yard

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Poetry

By: Mitch Green Sinners, saints – bone edged proficient damsels Rebirthed reunions relishing fortified foundations of burial worship. To sink, we embalm our bones, Hope – it’s not our home, Nostalgic principles of dreamscapes and saloons, dividing oceans, Monsoons, grave lagoons….

Poetry

By: Mitch Green I took her breath into my lungs – all of it. Intoxication never hit so hard; that surreal spin submersing beneath my humanity with enough influence to drive me off the ledge from this prodigal possession. It…

Fiction

By: Charles X. Madruga The filtered morning light shone quietly bright, and I, coasting my way through an in-between place – being faintly awake and the silence of sleeping in an evanescent dream. Drifting away through my unacquainted state, it was a murmur, it was…

Poetry

By: Charles X. Madruga Drifting through dreams on her bed she whispers a scene through my head and I swear I should’ve died right then when she said – something in my ear, to be honest I didn’t hear a single…

Books Reviews

By: Reese Scott He was born in a hotel. But of course he didn’t know it was a hotel. He didn’t know what a hotel was. He didn’t know what a room or a roof was. It’s difficult to create…

Poetry

By: Debleena Majumdar He stood alone, At the street corner Selling his wares, Masks of black and grey. They came to buy, Their own masks of pain. Masks that hid what, They could not say. Locked behind Glasspanes of power,…

News

Prasar Bharti has issued a statement to announce that Kitaabnama: Books and Beyond, India’s only multilingual book show, has completed fifty episodes as on the 30th and 31st of August, 2014. The 50th episode features celebrated lyricist, poet and writer Gulzar Saheb…

Poetry

By: Upasana Sharma My river is mist and smoke. 300 feet deep and 3 kilometers wide, My river,  Is a great big miracle. Some number of Lonely dolphins and happy humans have left their souls Stirring under the translucent roots…

Fiction

By: Upasana Sharma I’m never quite sure when I fell in love. That summer was a lot of things, but bad it wasn’t; summer of 2011. For the past couple of years, I had known nothing but monotonous weeks that…

Poetry

By: Sehaj K Maini Something in my heart burned when your arm grazed hers. An accident perhaps, yes. But I can stop not This poison ivy inside of me Killing my judgment day by day, while you roam the streets, ignorant,…