Literary Yard

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Fiction

By: Bruce Levine Every government, large or small, foreign, or domestic; every university or school district, urban, suburban, or rural; every business, corporation or mom-&-pop have one thing in common – departments. Defense, transportation, or social services; theatre, science, or…

Poetry

By: Daniel de Culla GAZA, MARITIME CITY OF PALESTINE There is no more blood in Gaza hospitalsBecause all the blood has reached the sea.There are no more sick peopleNot even health personnelBecause some, health personnelHas tried to escapeOnly managing to…

Poetry

By: Paweł Markiewicz The pattern of each dazzling pyramid-poem name 1 word: ………….term 2 words ……… …………term 3 words ……… ………. …………..term 4 words ……….. ………… ………. ………..what he/she does make 5 words ……… …… …….. ………… ………what he/she does…

Poetry

By: Douglas Cole Building a House on the River It’s amazing he thought of it at all, believing the possibility,the outrageous engineering involved: stanchions downinto the muddy river bottom. How to get them inin the first place and how to…

Fiction

By: Audrey Lauryn Clara: Lifeless entities mill around Callum Square. A group of initiates drape crimson fabric from various light posts. Others sweep the pristine cobblestone streets. Finn and I hunker down under the shade of a Sycamore tree and…

Poetry

By: James Aitchison In every soul, there is a quiet core.It is immune to fear, hunger,strife and conflict, and theimpermanence of life cannotpenetrate it unless permitted.The essence of your soullistens to the quiet Voicethat speaks with detachment.Like thousands of seedsscattered…

Essay

By Christopher Johnson In 1909, the Swiss psychologist Carl Jung had a dream that was destined to become famous. The dream came upon him while he was traveling with Sigmund Freud to deliver lectures at Clark College in Worcester, Massachusetts….

Fiction

By: Don I ran into Chicago Union Station about 10 minutes before my train was set to depart for St. Louis.  I’d overslept.  Two months into retirement, I still hadn’t gotten into a new sleep rhythm. I was one of…

Poetry

By: Jacob Keating In the emails I’ve sent to publishers, I’ve said it’s about ‘inner-vastness’ and ‘roads left un-walked’ and a twenty-something in search of an always-lost-something. – I never tire of hyphens; they’re like bridges between words. I’d like…

Fiction

By: Flora Jardine It’s a common fairy-tale theme — imprisonment in a tower — and a common true-life tale of city life today, a dark one and Tom was living it, although he didn’t think of it in literary terms…