Painted Bride Quarterly

Prose

David Moscovich:

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Jay Duret: Honeydipping

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     For a brief period – the fall after I graduated from college – I worked for Crow Brothers Construction Co. In those days, Crow Brothers was the dominant septic cleaner in the area. Their bright red pumper trucks were constantly crisscrossing the suburbs, pumping out accumulated sludge and ooze.      I got the job because the […]

Hillary Rea: Power

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I’m standing in the middle of six lanes of traffic. Cars, buses and taxis aggressively trying to enter and exit the Holland Tunnel. TriBeCa no longer stood for the “Triangle Below Canal”. No. It was the “Triangle of Belligerent Cars”, with all of its points leading to my death. It is 100 degrees, I’m standing […]

Sarah Freligh: A Review of Teresa Leo’s Bloom in Reverse

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In The Myth of Sisyphus, Albert Camus suggests that the “only really serious philosophical question . . . is suicide.” Sisyphus is condemned to push a boulder uphill only to see it roll back. In the wake of a loved one’s suicide, the living are left to puzzle over unfathomable loss, the metaphorical rock that […]