Dan Driscoll, Kathleen Volk Miller Always hungry for good stories, PBQ took a break from reading submissions and went out to listen to a few instead. After attending several of First Person Arts Story Slam’s, PBQ was smitten: we wanted to work more closely with the great people at the organization and with their performers. […]
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Lauren Krauze: Advent
Advent December 2006 We were inches from the stage. If I sat on the edge of my seat and reached forward, the tips of my fingers would touch the chair of the principle violinist. His hair was white and wild, his eyes fixed on the music. Before the performance, he stood and turned his back […]
Adrian Todd Zuniga: Let it End Like This
An introduction to an installation of the same title, March 9 – May 14, 2011, Apexart Art, New York, NY. No one I’ve loved has ever died. That was the unofficial starting point, in July of 2010, for Let It End Like This. That truth has made death—which I’ve been fascinated by (my own and […]
Nicole Callihan: The Fifth of July
It’s usually the train that wakes me. The deep low whistle fills the room, and it takes me a minute to remember where we are, to realize that we’re far away from Brooklyn, that we’re in Joplin, in my husband’s childhood bed in the house that his grandmother, Evelyn, bought in 1944 with funds from […]
Kokugonza Kaijage: Out of Place
When I first moved to Philadelphia for graduate school I was working as a promotional model. Some of my more notable accomplishments in this undervalued profession include my short stint demonstrating highlighters at Staples, modeling hair straightener but not disclosing that I was wearing a wig, and walking around as a Gap jeans girl during […]
Mary Austin Speaker: This Isa Nice Neighborhood Review
This Isa Nice Neighborhood Author: Farid Matuk publisher: Letter Machine Editions published 2010 ISBN: 978-0-9815227-5-3 5.25 x 7.5 pb 160pp Reviewed by Mary Austin Speaker I was first introduced to Farid Matuk’s poetry when he gave a reading in the winter of 2010 at St. Mark’s Poetry Project in New York. The lines I carried […]