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Literary Yard is an e-journal that aims at widening literary horizons by identifying and featuring the best literary works awaiting publication. The idea is to tender budding as well as established authors a constructive platform which helps them to reach out to a mass audience. An ever-increasing repository of quality, critical articles, poems, short fiction, literary essays and reviews, Literary Yard has won recognition and honors from reputed platforms. Recently Literary Yard has been ranked among the top 100 best Literary blogs on the planet.
2021-05-11 16:30
By: Doug Bolling Urn Times 0ne night a year I attend theesteemed artist telling of his life,his travels through the longtunnels that become poems, poems in their rich cream,their motions and… Read More
2021-05-11 16:23
By: C.G. Ward Replicas The builders refurbishing the flatbelow are producing replicasof famous sights. Glimpsed behindrubble, dusty cloths and the Gaudícurves of bent radiator pipes a… Read More
2021-05-10 06:43
By: Paweł Markiewicz I am through a superb window – looking.An angel of feeling awakes in me.The dreamy oak-trees stand alway leafless.The native auspicious cue is just large. My… Read More
2021-05-10 06:27
By Clark Zlotchew Now, I’m a very good person; anyone who knows me will tell you.  I like people, I regularly contribute to a bunch of charities, can’t even refuse a panhand… Read More
A Painful Certainty
2021-05-08 16:31
By: Gresham Cash A child turned from his mother and father, paused by a yellow-brick wall, and looked back at his parents with a face of dejection. A sign of obstinacy in […] Read More
The Red Sea
2021-05-08 16:08
By: Jack Berexa A divinely parted sea,Meaning…invisibility? Tides rearrange.Shift,Lift,Missed,But never to not exist. A divinely parted sea,Meaning…bless the majority. Red does… Read More
Spilled Milk
2021-05-07 15:46
By: Ruth Deming      I had fallen asleep again in the living room on the small blue and white loveseat, my body contorted like a serpent. The television was blaring. Mr… Read More

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