by Free State Review | Mar 16, 2023 | 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 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 | 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 | 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...