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Issue 91: Humor

Issue 91: Humor

Issue 91 cover by Nastya Nudnik

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McQuain’s poetry racks up awards

March 4th, 2015

Congratulations to PBQ author Kelly McQuain who was recently named a 2015 Lambda Literary Fellow to the Writers Retreat for Emerging LGBT Voices! In addition, his poem “Thirst” placed as an honorable


PBQ reading series

February 24th, 2015

There’s no better way to celebrate a new month than with Painted Bride Quarterly readings! PBQ’s Reading series kicks off on March 9, upstairs at the Black Sheep Pub (247


Ramspeck brings home poetry prize

February 20th, 2015

Painted Bride Quarterly would like to congratulate Doug Ramspeck for his latest literary achievements! Ramspeck published a new book of poetry in December titled Original Bodies (Southern Indiana Review Press). The book was


PBQ Poetry Slam

February 19th, 2015

In honor of Library Lovers Month, join Painted Bride Quarterly for Slam, Bam, Thank You Ma’am! at the Pen & Pencil Club (1522 Latimer St.) at 7:30 p.m. on February


McCullough releases new book

February 18th, 2015

Laura McCullough, long-time contributor to PBQ, recently released a new book titled A Sense of Regard: Essays on Poetry and Race with the University of Georgia Press. McCullough edited the collection, which


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Ariana D. Den Bleyker

There’s Nothing to Keep In—
Nothing to Let Out
There’s no chaos in the wind
blowing the old gate off its hinges,
in the horses grazing,
in the crunchy leaves burning
beneath hooves, in the stars
celebrating something
that’s ended well without
our knowing. Do you remember
when all death ever meant to us
was all it would ever mean—
our very best hands gone
bust? Do you remember
the smooth curves of hips
wandering, seeking pleasure
in the texture of skin,
our eyes creating tension,
adjusting our fear
to the gathering darkness
—when eternity didn’t seem
like anybody’s business but its own?
You and I are out for deep cuts
in the road, for scars, for mystery
deepening like wine sleeping
in a cool, dark place.

The words for next month are icicle, outward and calibrate.