Simon Perchik is the author of several books of poetry, including Mr. Lucky (Shearsman Books, 1984), Who Can Touch These Knots, New & Selected Poems (Scarecrow Press, 1985), The Emptiness Between My Hands and These Hands Filled with Numbness (Dust Dog Press, 1991, 1996). His work has appeared in The Partisan Review, Poetry, American Poetry […]
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Gregory Pardlo
Gregory Pardlo is the author of Totem (APR 2007). He is recipient of a New York Foundation for the Arts Fellowship and a translation grant from the National Endowment for the Arts. He has received other fellowships from the New York Times, the MacDowell Colony, the Lotos Club Foundation and Cave Canem.
Carley Moore
Carley Moore’s poetry has been published in The Birdsong Collective, The Blue Letter, Coconut, Conduit, Fence, La Petite Zine, Painted Bride Quarterly and is forthcoming in American Poetry Review. She teaches writing in the Liberal Studies Program at New York University and lives with her husband and daughter in Brooklyn, New York. She is the co-curator of the POD reading series […]
Thea A. Goodman: Two Island Girls
At Clara’s funeral the grass between the cracks in the pavement was as shocking as green hair. It was brighter, dewier, than any of the lawns of Illeana’s childhood. There, in Long Island, the sprinklers had clicked tiny needles of water so fine and incessant that there was never a rough patch. As a girl […]
Barbara Bonanno: Jersey Girl
At my parent’s house there was a large red velvet anniversary card sitting on the breakfront in the dining room that stated: To My Wonderful Husband. An even bigger card stood at attention right next to it that said: To My Darling Wife. “She put that out,” my father said, seeing me studying the cards. […]
Recovering Intimacy: an Editors’ Roundtable on Writing After 9-11
Our roundtable comes well after 9-11, and rightly so. All of us at PBQ took note of the immediate effects of fall, 2001 on our work as teachers, writers and editors. The mainstream press kept describing the terrorism as inaugurating a “new world.” For our part, we knew that writing felt different in such a […]