Literary Yard

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Books Reviews

The Literary Yard in order to improve the backend and enhance the front-end of the website seeks support from its vast community of authors, readers and followers, among others. Since its inception in March 2013, the e-journal has established its name worldwide, but…

Fiction

By: Paulo Lorenzo L Garcia IT was a dark and dreary midnight, tenebrous rain clouds hovered pensively up in the sky, swirling back and forth to conceal the moon. The silver rays of moonlight had once again unveiled itself upon…

Fiction

By: Debadatta Pati ‘Mile sur mera tumhara’ was my mother’s favorite song when I was hitting puberty. I was twelve, maybe thirteen. I don’t remember the exact time when she started humming this song all the time. The song had…

News

Mountain Echoes Literary Festival, which turns five this year, claims to bring together writers, biographers, historians, environmentalists, scholars, photographers, poets, musicians, artists and film-makers to engage in cultural dialogue, share stories, create memories for  three blissful days in the mountains….

Fiction

(Part of the Colors That Bind Triology) By: Linda M. Crate The queen paced around the banquet hall nervously, wringing her hands. She knew this news wasn’t going to go over well. The counsel of fae had glared dangerously at…

Poetry

By: Adreyo Sen Those tea shops are the happiest that are unaware that they have a heart, a heart that unseen and lonely and overlooked. calms Impatience fuming in and out to get itself a latte. This tea shop too has…

Poetry

By: JD DeHart Our walks began at the old house later burned by my uncles, and location of the rust-reddened refrigerator that trapped my oldest brother, nearly killing him. Then our feet would continue past the tin sheet that covered…

Poetry

By: JD DeHart Two blackbirds sitting on the fence, one slightly lower in its stance, watch us pass by as if they should be two old ladies, reincarnated as birds. Somewhere close, a dove has twigged together a small nest,…

Poetry

By: JD DeHart Wind shook the world, rattled the leaves and we found ourselves trembling too, traveling to the extremities of the manse, walking among the diligent gardeners silent in their rich dark toils and wars, spraying parasite chemicals, dropping…

Poetry

By: Debleena Majumdar I went searching for inspiration, Empty bowl in hand; Boss dumped a project, Friend cribbed a bucket, I ran to empty the bowl, Now full of dirt, wet, sand. I went looking for inspiration, Something to touch the…