by anniebellequattlebaum | May 8, 2022 | Bubbler, FSR
February, 2017. We’re sitting at a swank, expense account kind of restaurant. I’m in D.C. for the AWP conference and visiting my cousin is an added perk. Since I’m stranded at the downtown Marriott, Ruth has come to me. Once her father worked with mine building...
by anniebellequattlebaum | Apr 30, 2022 | Bubbler
My poetics are grounded in a spirit of inquiry and dishevelment that speaks to my affinity for language, speech, and the many vastitudes of voice. Spiritually, I’m always quoting from the John Ashbery poem, “But What Is the Reader to Make of This?” (A Wave 52): Those...
by anniebellequattlebaum | Mar 21, 2022 | Bubbler, FSR
Friday, February 11th The piece has a quality of an unfinished work, almost dirty, almost messy, that makes it raw and vulnerable. The unpolished quality brings me closer to the artist. It’s like having a coffee with the master in his pajamas and robe. This strike the...
by anniebellequattlebaum | Feb 17, 2022 | Bubbler, FSR
for David Fite I like to think that the January muse is waiting for me–it is nearly the new year. I have, in the past, imagined that this musewould clear a path on my chaotic desktop(with its ever-present veneer of dust), placed a new journal open tothe first blank...
by anniebellequattlebaum | Nov 27, 2021 | Bubbler
Spent three years with a viewof the reservoir, the train wakingme and the sun waking me, nakedand no one sees. I’ll missthe brass-gate do-it-yourselfelevator. Fifth floor, end of the hall,my door, crooked somehow,I added a lock to that door.Just one bolt...