Monday night was not one to be missed: The energy! The laughter! The brilliant poetry! We at Painted Bride Quarterly were so incredibly honored to celebrate at our monthly Black

Join PBQ at our upcoming reading at the Black Sheep Pub & Restaurant this Monday, August 14th, at 7:30pm! We’ll be celebrating Cheryl Boyce-Taylor’s new poetry collection, “ARRIVAL” with readings

Deinotherium giganteum: enormous terrible beast, elephantine mammal whose nasal cavity might have been the socket of a single, giant eye. The ancient preoccupation with largeness: identifying what was great enough

It’s been six months now, long enough for her to question what she’s done. She’s somewhere between calling it off and convincing herself it still might work if she can

Consider the moon, my friend, how its absence conjures this unromantic air. Here in the bar, smoke unwinds like bolts of slow lightning across the gauzy light; everywhere you look

Godzilla walks into a bar. He’s much smaller than you’d expect, really. Scaly, dark, and haggard. He’s been sleeping it off for centuries, all that rage, dust and ashes washed

My neighbor leads a life of fiction and once in a while invites me in—to make believe she’s got a spotless apartment, a couple kids, religion.  It’s hard to keep

Here’s the body the dogs robbed— the limbs strewn around the field like prophecy. She won’t make it, they say. They say the body found in her bed was eaten

What difference between crying and calling, cursing and summoning, the frantic limbs of a lamb and the bared legs of a boy. What difference between the desire to laugh at