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Issue 90: Technology

Issue 90: Technology

                       Photograph by Shakhbout Saeed Al Kaabi

Latest News

Check out Jay Duret’s first novel

December 19th, 2014

Painted Bride Quarterly is happy to announce that Jay Duret has had his first novel, Nine Digits, published by Second Wind Publishing. Nine Digits is a satiric story aimed at young adult readers

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Duffey awarded a creative writing fellowship

December 18th, 2014

Painted Bride Quarterly is excited to announce that one of our contributors, Barbara Duffey has been awarded a Creative Writing Fellowship in poetry from National Endowment for the Arts! The award carries

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Burgess’ poetry collection available now

December 17th, 2014

Painted Bride Quarterly is happy to announce that one of our contributors, Matthew Burgess has published his first poetry collection, Slippers for Elsewhere. It was published earlier this year by UpSetPress.

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Sarah Freligh’s poetry wins award

December 16th, 2014

PBQ is excited to announce that Sarah Freligh’s poetry manuscript Sad Math was chosen as the winner of the Moon City Press poetry award. The book will be published in 2015

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Jill Birdsall wins fiction award

December 15th, 2014

PBQ is excited to announce that Jill Birdsall won the 2014 Washington Square Fiction Award for her story, Free Parking. The fiction award was judged by Charles D’ambrosio, author of an

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Robbi Nester


Night Visitors
The dead do not remember
who they were.
Their feelings, fractured
in the fall from flesh,
are not the same,
glances glacial,
words few, dismissive.
It would take a locksmith
to make the tumblers fall in place
and let the doors swing
free again between us.
Life swaddles us in plush,
in all the rich distractions
of the world--morning
breaths and sunset signals.
But once they’ve gone,
the dead see only
tied-off ends, the underside,
and not the patterns.
No wonder they’re disgruntled,
sundered from these riches,
gaining access only through our dreams.

>> The words for next month:
strap, homogeneous and tighten


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