Literary Yard

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Non-Fiction

By: Linda M Crate they all stand there with judgment in their eyes, and i know they all want me to stop believing in my dreams to simply stand in line do as i’m told only be seen and never…

Fiction

By: Michael C. Keith I try to deny myself illusions or delusions, and I think that this perhaps entitles me to try and deny the same to others, as long as they refuse to keep their fantasies to themselves.    ––…

EssayNon-Fiction

By: Rupal Rathore The staircase opens almost directly into a narrow lane of Makarana Mohila in Jodhpur, inviting every passer-by up. At the same time, you might end up circling the house and wonder how to get in as this is…

Poetry

By: Mantz Yorke Some win their tussles with your scholarship, but I’ve not yet found the key to turn the lock. Googling words I’ve never come across, I can’t tell whether I’m scratching up intriguing fragments of ancient pot or…

Poetry

By: Ruth Z. Deming Alicia, modern woman that she was, needed three jobs in order to survive and pay her bills. To her dismay, she learned she was pregnant. At a party at her girlfriend’s apartment, everyone including herself was as…

Books Reviews

The Syrian crises have affected the whole world. It is important that we understand how it began and what it means in the present context.

Poetry

By: Janna Vought A memory, caught, mounted for permanent display. Move the stone! Roll it away! Dark silence was the feeling, oily a place where days and nights blend, life and death become one. I peer through the broken window, silent….

Poetry

By: Janna Vought My life is a field, the field where I’ll soon be scattered. I still tend frozen flowers trapped in frost, not ready to say goodbye. I wake in darkness, try not to slip down a black stinking hole,…

Books Reviews

By: Linda M Crate cool winds soft snow it seems perhaps i was wrong to liken you to winter it isn’t always harsh, you are; sharp always as the thorns and thistles that catch upon my flesh and my skirts…

Poetry

By: Linda M Crate better things come to you when you’ve let go of things you should have never grasped that’s what you taught me, and for that i thank you; but i don’t thank you for the heart you…