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Poetry

By: Kirti Verma I just want to hear my heart’s voice, My heart’s voice tells the way of life, That reflects both wrong and right, Gives an opportunity to have a choice, I just want to hear my heart’s voice….

Fiction

By: Reese Scott He painted green lights all over his room. But it did no good. So instead he went to the corners of the street late at night and climbed up a ladder until he was able to remove…

Fiction

By: Michael Simon There is a sound not unlike thunder echoing outside. No, more frequent than thunder. Lighting is not present with its partner today, so there’s no way to pinpoint the location of the crater it will cause; one…

Fiction

By: Alan Swyer The first time Levinson went to a four-star restaurant in Paris, he was treated exactly like what he was: a twenty-year-old from an industrial town in New Jersey who looked and felt completely out of place. He…

Fiction

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. More than a few strands of hair stuck…

Fiction

  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, even in the faint late-night illumination I could…

Poetry

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 covered The thought of killing it Had crossed…

Poetry

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 response to a rhapsody astray A gash in…

Books ReviewsNon-Fiction

  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 us his passion for international espionage and intrigue….

Poetry

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 memories In the dustbin of existence, Liquidating bricks…