Elyssa Hannah Kerstein

i can feel the sun reflecting off your golden hair as i stare at the pitcher of yellow between us i pretend to listen to you while i try to

Check it out...
Submit

Submit

Time to put yourself out there. Sign up for one of our great contests, like The Sidecar. Or take the plunge, be brave and submit for our next issue. Print

Check it out...
News & Events

News & Events

Get caught up on PBQ’s latest news and events! Don’t miss a thing!

Check it out...

Elyssa Hannah Kerstein

i can feel the sun reflecting off your golden hair as i stare at the pitcher of yellow between us i pretend to listen to you while i try to

Issue 91: Humor

Issue 91: Humor

Issue 91 cover by Nastya Nudnik

Latest News

Yes, Robin Beth Schaer’s Shipbreaking is here!

August 28th, 2015

Yes, Robin Beth Schaer’s Shipbreaking is here! It launched into the world on August 20 carrying with it two poems which first appeared in Painted Bride Quarterly: “Contrition” and “Restraint.”  Shipbreaking has received great praise:

read more...

Science fiction meets literary fiction

August 18th, 2015

Scott Lambridis is featured in an anthology: Startling Sci-Fi: New Tales of the Beyond by New Lit Salon Press now available! For generations, the science fiction genre and literary fiction have been perceived

read more...

Coming soon- Hala Alyan’s new poetry collection!

July 30th, 2015

Published at PBQ in the past, Hala Alyan second poetry collection, Four Cities, is coming out in September by Black Lawrence Press! She has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and her poems have appeared

read more...

Winner of the 2015 BOAAT Winter Chapbook Competition!

July 14th, 2015

Good news! Jessica Feldman’s manuscript “Call It a Premonition” was chosen by poet Zachary Schomburg as the winner of the 2015 BOAAT Winter Chapbook Competition. BOAAT Press will print and

read more...

Slam, Bam, Thank You Ma’am is going to Ireland!

June 19th, 2015

Painted Bride Quarterly is taking Slam, Bam, Thank You Ma’am from Philadelphia to Cork, Ireland! Join us for this one-of-a-kind improv writing competition, July 2nd at 8 p.m. at The Edison!

read more...


More Posts >>

 

Subscribe to our
mailing list

* indicates required

 

`

Donnie Welch

Broken down in the Poconos,
driving home for Christmas,
icicles gleam like daggers
on trees and big rigs go zooming
around the hairpin turn I'm stuck on.

If I die here, on Christmas Eve,
next to this shitty Kia, I promise
I will haunt you Pennsylvania:
from your mountains of coal
bleached gray by globalization
to Philly where I'll hover
my spectral ass
inches above William Penn's
statue on the state house.

I will be the reason speedometers
don't calibrate outside of Pittsburgh
and weigh station scales won't
      measure
tractor-trailer payloads, just read
      ERROR.

I'll make sure Kecksburg
has an outward appearance of
      grandeur
rather than remaining a monument
to something that probably didn't
      happen
(in place with a "members only" bar
people must be desperate for the
      stars).

I don't hate you Pennsylvania,
but your Quaker heritage
and chocolate theme parks
aren't enough to make up
for mountain town towing companies.
And if a tired driver goes
into the brake down lane, off road,
I'll join those ranks at Gettysburg
and remain a dutiful ghost.

The words for next month are soap, perverse, and irritate.

Search