by anniebellequattlebaum | Jan 29, 2023 | Bubbler
The trapper takes $475 to get squirrels out of our attic.It’s the first summer of the pandemic, and the squirrels have invaded the roof above the secondfloor through a gap the soffit. I’ve heard them running back and forth in the ceiling for days. Ilook... 
by anniebellequattlebaum | Dec 17, 2022 | Bubbler, FSR
In 2010, I went with my father to a memorial service at St. Annes, in Bridgehampton. I noticed how confidently he sang the hymns, knowing every cadence, every word. For him they were second nature. I was touched by the quaintness of this. Before, I had only seen him... 
by anniebellequattlebaum | Dec 12, 2022 | Bubbler, FSR
At the end of our road was a streambeside the stream ran a paththat became dirt and lonelyif followed we were especially aimlessone dull summer daywalking the pathfurther than we had walked before until we came upon a suitcasesitting in the middle of the pathas though... 
by anniebellequattlebaum | Nov 29, 2022 | Bubbler
It is your birthday, my birthday, your name,my name, you, my everloving, whatsyourname? Is it inevitable, will I say, as you do, as your motherdid, it is so terrible of me, can you believe it, I forgot it was his birthday? Then, will someone you love,or I love, or he... 
by anniebellequattlebaum | Nov 20, 2022 | Bubbler
Because it aches, you say, and the ache is weighty,weighed down, wings stuck in mud. And not just any mud, but mud of late winter, when the film of ice stillfastens and fetters – this something that doesn’t seem beautiful. But gorgeous, yes? That sunlit...
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