Hello from Poor Yorick! And welcome to our November Double Feature. This month we are highlighting two wonderful pieces: a short story by R.S. MacDonald and a poem by Mercury-Marvin Sunderland. Each of these pieces is reflective of fall, of life and death, of change and transformation. We hope you’ll
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
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
I always wondered where the expression “as the crow flies” originated. A crow does a lot of things during a day: scrabbling for a piece of roadkill, fending off territorial interlopers, terrorizing the neighbor’s cat and so on. It doesn’t go from A to B in a straight line; it
In May, we invited the writing community to contribute to this special issue addressing the chaos, isolation, and uncertainty the world has been coping with throughout the ongoning COVID-19 pandemic.
We asked for (very) small stories or poems about isolation, quarantine, cabin fever, and the discoveries we make about ourselves, our families, and the world at large in times of crisis.
With the utmost gratitude for everyone who submitted, the Poor Yorick team is proud to present our special themed issue, In the Time of Corona. … Continue readingIn the Time of Corona: a Poor Yorick Special Publication
At 4:44 a.m. on Monday, May the 2nd, as many as four or as few as two assailants forcibly entered 1319 Paige Ring Court, smashing a plate-glass door at the back of the house to gain entry. Once inside, they rifled through drawers, dressers, closets, at some point overturning three chairs in the den, elsewhere toppling an armoire and credenza – ‘credenza’ is misspelled on the report – and, on or around the hour, murdered Jim, Marianne, and Arianna Thompson, 58, 56, 14, by strangulation. … Continue reading“My Brother’s Brother,” by Austin Adams