By: JD DeHart My life is a drifting, a constant shuffling forward. Who holds the cards? I do not know the name of the god who is in charge of this, the gambling god, the one with the quick hands at…
By: Gaither Stewart Oh, no, it’s already beginning. As every morning the usual twisting and untangling myself to escape these capricious sheets. Already another day. I no sooner finally drop off to sleep than I’m waking and another long day…
By: Onkar Sharma The stream of consciousness, I’m sure, is not an unknown term to my literary pals. I am taking up this term for discussion today. Even though discussing literary terms on open platforms such as Literary Yard is…