‘Songs of Suicide’ emerged from my own observations

My poetry collection ‘Songs of Suicide’ recently got out worldwide. The collection has received a phenomenal response from audiences in all geographies, primarily in the USA. When the collection was released, I got in touch with my contacts and sent them the communication about its availability. Immediately, many of them came back to me and…

Poem: A Sensible Editor’s Pang

Originally posted on Literary Yard:
I’m an editor, not a brainless salesman And I don’t review or publish porn Maybe the nextdoor nerds will love it Dump your scripts at their door If you believe I missed the psychological conflict Veiled behind the exceedingly damn’d smut Which’s adorned with Dick-types Pussy-types Tits-types Asshole-types Weird, brown,…

An appeal to readers for donations

Originally posted on Literary Yard:
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 hasn’t been able to add further services and features which…

Poem: Hymn to Banaras

Originally posted on Literary Yard:
By: Kousik Adhikari   The Ganga walks mildly cradling Banaras and its Lord in her lap, In the evening thousand suns burn Throughout the steps of Dasaswamedh Ghat, Fires illuminating the world and her glowing face, Fire fires all. Resonance of OUM covering the universe And it forgets to dance around…

Poem: Whistles In The Wind

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By: G David Schwartz Whistles in the wind around September begin again now stand with a friend The dog is a mutt a very annoying hunt barking up the rut I listened to you Not because you are my wife but ’cause you’re so nice When I was young I…

Story: The child that died without time

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By: Reese Scott When he was born he didn’t sleep. His mother went insane and slept under neighbors’ cars, in garbage cans, slept with the elderly, the dying and the children. After she died, he began to sleep. And he had wonderful dreams where he flew, swam, rode big wheels…

Story: Fishing for Pumpkinseeds

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By: Richard Luftig Chuck-E-Cheese was created for guys like me. Divorced men who see their kids on weekends. Children who, as they get older, don’t want to leave their friends in order to spend boring time with their fathers. In my case Seth is six, and Kathryn and I have been…

Poem: Cupbearer

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By: JD DeHart Imagine the job, sipping the cup Knowing there may be poison Do you love the king Or is this only the best you can Find, or are you a person of faith Ancient snake-handler of sorts Taking up life in the libation A solitary set of eyes…

Re-launch: Far From The Tree

Originally posted on Literary Yard:
Sometimes your child – the most familiar person of all – is radically different from you. The saying goes that the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. But what happens when it does? Drawing on interviews with over three hundred families, covering subjects including deafness, dwarfs, Down’s Syndrome, Autism,…