By: Gauri Kadam The taut wire of a horizon The big ebullient blur of a sun It looked like a fantasy, not an intended pun The watery mirages of the sea fluttering like shirts hung to dry in cool breeze…

By: Sri Ram At the Colorado State University Radio Observatory, Polanski was keenly observing that part of the space, from where a Radio Observatory in Ohio had detected a Wow signal in 1977. Polanski strongly believed that there must have…

By: Gaither Stewart  Dictionaries relate the word mimesis, of ancient Greek origin, to imitation, representation, mimicry, similarity, or the act of resembling. Today, mimesis is most often related to literary and societal functions. I recently read a study of mimesis as…

By: Robert A. Davies Bunker Hill Monument up the street! 18 year old discoverer come to gather signatures for Wallace. Iron beds wall to wall, such old people he has never seen and they so eager to see him. Though sensing…

By: Robert A. Davies Wake up, brother! Step out of your ashes – your step-brother insists! I believe you were born in Dorchester in 1930, I was 2. Our father abandoned both of us. You had a single mother lunch of…

This week LiteraryYard’s random pick is an interesting fictional work that fuses the present with the ancient secrets. We have decided to run you quickly through this book which claims to thrill you and give many awe-aspiring moments. The novel – The…

By: Milt Montague weeks flow past in peaceful anonymity no thoughts to disturb the serenity I sit alone amidst my greenery life pulses in the slow lane surrounded by my green friends the philodendrons and pothos need but water and…

By: Milt Montague spiky leaves of burnt orange growing up, out, and curving down revealing it’s black spots this is how they got their name but really …..then it should be leopard lilies large stamens shouting to the bees come,…

By: William T. Hathaway This photo of my parents reveals much about their personalities (hers vivacious and outgoing, his withdrawn and closed off), their relationship (little real contact), and also the times (could be captioned Gender Roles in the 1950s:…

By: E. Martin Pedersen I’ll scratch your new car door with my old car key welcome to the hood wagon walk by when the street is empty ——————crezeschz——————– then don’t look back or scratch. You possess what I’d never want…