Lead: Three Poems by Jessica Martin
Our golden apparitions decay and leave the poisonous lead behind … Continue readingLead: Three Poems by Jessica Martin
Our golden apparitions decay and leave the poisonous lead behind … Continue readingLead: Three Poems by Jessica Martin
I’ll alight on this wing,
my own song to sing,
til darkness makes its call … Continue readingTell Them (the song all of me sings) by Meghan K. Strapec
He was a quiet man, with a quiet life in small town Middlebrook, Pennsylvania. He could count on two hands the number of times he’d ventured beyond the county borders. He had Chip’s Hardware down the street, the General Store for groceries, and the library with shelves full of his favorite yellow-paged, sci-fi paperbacks. What else did a man need? He thought. … Continue readingSpace Signals by Mackenzie Hurlbert
Editor’s Note The theme for this special issue emerged from multiple sources of inspiration and observation that came together in a way that just made sense. I’d observed that poetry was our most popular submission category, that April was National Poetry Month, and that sometimes, a few
Continue readingThe Poet’s Mask, a Poor Yorick Special Issue
Poor Yorick will be closed to new submissions between May 1 and September 1. … Continue readingSubmissions Closing May 1-September 1
Often, at home, I unpinned Yorick’s bells and put them on myself, taking a bit of laughter’s weight, for being teased requires greater patience than you think. … Continue readingRemembering Yorick by Elizabeth Sylvia
They may not be French onion soup or chicken parmesan or banana bread, but I’m going to enjoy my bacon pancakes. … Continue readingBacon Pancakes by Mercury-Marvin Sunderland
A fictional reenactment of the pilgrims’ first day ashore in the New World, on what is now the Provincetown Peninsula at the end of Cape Cod. … Continue reading“From the Found Journal of Captain Miles Standish” by Richard LeBlond
Walter Cronkite ends the news with the number of American & Viet Cong dead, so older girls in bell bottoms fear for their boyfriends and brothers … Continue reading“I Don’t Know Anyone in the War” by Karen Schubert
I tend to see horses on the second floor of this new house, which we bought with money that wasn’t ours … Continue readingTwo Poems by Darren Demaree