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...
by anniebellequattlebaum | Nov 6, 2022 | Bubbler, FSR
In Youngstown, Ohio, and Austin, Texas, and Elizabethtown, Kentucky, and Wachapreague, VA, and Southwest Harbor, Maine—most places I’ve learned the zip codes to this year— people ask me, “What is totally limited omniscience?” And sure, I could say, an aught band from...
by anniebellequattlebaum | Aug 7, 2022 | Bubbler
Back in April, the lovely Evelyn read us some poetry at The Alley Downtown...
by anniebellequattlebaum | Jul 24, 2022 | Bubbler
Joan Miro was well known for saying he’d spent 90 years trying to paint like a child. At one of our recent launches at the Tap Room in Aiken featuring Julia Wendell and Evelyn Berry, Victoria Corchada Menendez, age 6, made the decision to become a poet and to...
by anniebellequattlebaum | Jun 26, 2022 | Bubbler
Saturday morning. Hours before you’re due for your sister’s college volleyball game, before either you or your mother shuffle out of bed and greet the mildew and cigarette smoke layering your apartment. The doorbell comes to you first as a wren’s warble in your dream...