For the “Yardsale”: Everything I ever needed to know, Grandfather taught me
December 15, 2011 • Joe Berra
Filed under "Yard Sale" - Literary Magazine
When I was younger and my grandfather was still alive, he taught me many things to know about hunting. Nearly everything that I know is from my grandfather. One time my grandpa was shooting his gun and looked at me and asked if I wanted to try. I was very young so I was scared, but he made me try... Read more »
Who am I? How did i get there?
December 6, 2011 • Michael Doelger, for "The Yard Sale" CBC's literary magazine
Filed under "Yard Sale" - Literary Magazine
“Who am I, and how did I become me?” Many factors define us as people and many events and relationships contribute to who we are. In reflection, I think about the kind of person that I am, and being totally honest, I believe that I am a very pleasant, caring person who would rather help someone... Read more »
Summer – the favorite time of year
December 6, 2011 • Michael Doelger, for "The Yard Sale" CBC's literary magazine
Filed under "Yard Sale" - Literary Magazine
Summer vacation is every school boy’s and school girl’s favorite time of the year. The air smells fresher, music sounds better, and food tastes even tastier, for summer symbolizes freedom to students. When we walk out of the school doors on that unofficial first day of summer, there is no better... Read more »
Spring – the mystery of life reborn
December 6, 2011 • Michael Doelger, For the "Yard Sale" CBC's literary magazine
Filed under "Yard Sale" - Literary Magazine
There is no better feeling, after five months of a cold, dark, and snowy winter, than the first warm day you feel. Picture it being thirty degrees and cloudy one day, and then the next day its seventy degrees and sunny. When this day comes, and it comes every year, it makes me think of all the great... Read more »
A Visitor (Poetry for the Yardsale)
November 17, 2011 • David Vlaich, Creative Writing contributor
Filed under "Yard Sale" - Literary Magazine
A Visitor Ding-Dong I shot straight up. In my bed I wonder Was that the doorbell? 4 A.M No it couldn’t be. An eerie feeling lingers I close my eyes Ding-Dong I freeze Who is it? Something tells me I don’t want to know The curiosity is overwhelming The sheets are thrown back My feet sink into the... Read more »
Who are we? (for The Yardsale, CBC’s Literary Magazine)
November 15, 2011 • David Vlaich, Creative Writing contributor
Filed under "Yard Sale" - Literary Magazine
“What makes me, me?” I asked myself while looking down upon the blank white screen of my laptop. The cursor continued its constant blinking, begging me to start writing. The only problem was I didn’t know how to start or what to write. I never liked being asked these types of questions. I never... Read more »
A Soulard Saturday (for The Yardsale, CBC’s Literary Magazine)
November 10, 2011 • Patrick Horn, Special contributor to "The Yardsale"
Filed under "Yard Sale" - Literary Magazine
James slowly tried to work the crick out of his neck that he’d gotten from sleeping on the lid of a dumpster against a brick building, he’d found they were the safest when the weather wasn’t a problem. James sat on top of shipping container, one of many stacked behind Soulard Market just south... Read more »
Are deer really that stupid? The Yardsale, CBC’s Literary Magazine
November 8, 2011 • Joe Berra, Contributing Writer for The Yardsale
Filed under "Yard Sale" - Literary Magazine
Many people in this world think that deer are one of the most stupid animals out there. I agree partly with what these people think but the other half of me strongly disagrees with them. Until you go and hunt this animal you truly don’t understand how they think or what they like. I strongly disagree... Read more »
Yard Sale (CBC’s Literary Magazine): The Accident
November 3, 2011 • Sam Rein, Creative Writing Editor
Filed under "Yard Sale" - Literary Magazine
James woke up in a black box. It was no ordinary box, as James soon found out. It had no doors and no windows, no nooks, crannies, slits, openings, and no escape. The last thing that he remembered, he was on his way home from work to a lovely family of four, including himself, his wife Tracey,... Read more »
A personal reflection on the notion of service
May 11, 2011 • Phillip Moore
Filed under "Yard Sale" - Literary Magazine, Editorials
We were in a homeless shelter. Outside, a fierce and bitter Chicago wind blew. I was happy that I was inside the warmth of this building, even though it was decrepit and dust bunnies roamed freely and courageously upon the floors. I saw men resting on mattresses weighed down by old sweat and countless... Read more »