By: Bamgbose Gabriel In perfect peace She sleeps after being Coaxed with tender palms And lulled with soothing rhymes… …..The peace of a child She smiles from her dream Exposing her toothless […]
Poem: The Peace of a Child
Poem: It’s about to rain
By: Bamgbose Gabriel The trees dance As the heavy wind whistles Like an umpire in the green field Opening the long-awaited march It’s about to rain The hackles of the firmament Has […]
Story: The Artist
By: Joshua Medsker Peter Loew dug his hands furiously into the hard clay. “Come on, you rotten son of a bitch.” Swearing at the clay helped him get on top of […]
Commonwealth Book and Short Story Prize winners announced
The Commonwealth Foundation has announced the winners of the 2013 Commonwealth Book Prize and Commonwealth Short Story Prize. The three female winners of this year’s prizes have written stories set in Trinidad […]
Tender is the Release
By: Linda M. Crate I had decided that since I never had to read anything by the great F.S. Fitzgerald in high school or college that I would pursue one of his […]
Rudyard Kipling’s ‘Plagiarism’ in Jungle Book
A letter by Rudyard Kipling, which he’d written in 1894, has now surfaced in London in which he’d admitted to plagiarising some of his best known works, including parts of the famous—The Jungle Book. It […]
Poem: love or grief
punctured in love repaired in grief i‘ve dreams still left i know in brief i search for peace but not in leisure hard work is my duty that’s my only pleasure love was an […]
Poem: An act of plundering eggs
Once upon a timeI plundered eggsfrom a rickety khokhain my villagenestled in the hillsand ran into the corn fieldsthough chased by houndsand a gaunt owner. Hardly had I tastedthe albumin andchewed the […]
The Use of Myth and Archetype in “The Yellow Wallpaper”
By: Shannon Del Ross Myth and archetypes permeate both modern and ancient literature. In some modern literature, however, use of such symbols can result in a reversal of their traditional meanings. In Gilman’s […]
Story: That Day He Fell
By: Ikwuagwu Osita Victor The last fisherman stared at me suspiciously before walking, languidly, away with his fishing paraphernalia. I wondered what was going on in his mind. Perhaps he was […]
Literary Yard 