Spring 2025 Issue: Anniversaries & the Passage of Time
We are thrilled to share the Spring 2025 Poor Yorick issue!Download Issue Here
We are thrilled to share the Spring 2025 Poor Yorick issue!Download Issue Here
Welcome to the Spring Issue of Poor Yorick Journal! We are delighted to share a selection of wonderful prose, poetry, and visual art with you. Please enjoy, and support our wonderful contributors by taking a moment to read their bios at the end of the journal and engage with their
Editor’s Note: Occasionally while going through submissions, we come across works that just seem to fit together. The three pieces featured this week are all in different artistic forms. Each one speaks to the concept of war, how it affects those involved, and how life manages to go on during
Poor Yorick will be closed to new submissions between May 1 and September 1. … Continue readingSubmissions Closing May 1-September 1
When history unfolds before our eyes, someone captures in words what our emotions cannot articulate. Words curate history. … Continue reading“Words Matter” by Ellen O’Donnell
– Poor Yorick is looking for photos of unique grave sites, memorials, or tombs to post on our blog site during the month of October. Our goal is to honor the remembrance of those past. Is there a famous person buried in a cemetery near you? Does a certain shapely
– These six word stories were written in response to the textile bird clamp, an item from Europe that is at least a hundred years old. Thank you to all of the contributors, most of whom were WCSU MFA students and alumni. *Rest your wings/ at my table. -Ben Chase *Heavy
– In the 1790s, fifty-two residents of Farmington, Connecticut, chiseled their names onto a rock in the forest. They had just received inoculation for smallpox. Infected by the virus and then quarantined for days, they had time to kill. They socialized and received a few visitors on a large, flat
– The wooden ancestor tablet presiding over my fourth uncle’s ancestral altar tells the complete history of my father’s family—a history that I didn’t discover until my mid-twenties. Early in my life, my father wanted to plant the seed of imagination and poetic lineage in my mind. On the eve
– Last week, when I’d had it up to here with working on my graduate thesis, I wandered off down the Internet’s rabbit trails and ended up reading about England’s bog bodies. Gross, I know. Apparently Northern Europe is littered with peat bogs which over thousands of years have accumulated
Continue readingSkull Talk: Bridges Among Death, Time, and Art