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 | Jun 17, 2021 | [Definitions to] Words in Danger, FSR
v., intrans.1. To labor in such a way as to make a livelihood out of what, under conventional circumstances, would be a leisure activity.2. You don’t know, or you don’t say what that you know, or something aligned with a strong sense of sometimes, something...
by anniebellequattlebaum | May 16, 2021 | Bubbler, FSR
One Small Death Before the Plague Gerry was a ringer. He played for whatever tennis club on the peninsula would have him for the season. At age forty-one he was at the lower rung of the 40+ league, faster than the huffing guys a decade older and still hitting a good,... by anniebellequattlebaum | May 10, 2021 | [Definitions to] Words in Danger, FSR
n. 1. Euphemistically, a “procurer” or agent employed exclusively for the currying of goodwill and / or renumeration. Said agent is only awarded the status of a submission should he or (infrequently) she be successful at his or her task, appellation thus being...
by Free State Review | Feb 10, 2021 | Bubbler, FSR
when the job you worked your ass off for is givento an older white man with a soul patch, you askyour husband to fuck you with the lights on— and he obliges, because he loves you and also loves fucking you// he’s good at it, but even still, you have to try not to...
by anniebellequattlebaum | Feb 3, 2021 | Bubbler, FSR
Sokcho, South Korea Five and a half hours in the back of a rented vanwith the people you love most now least in thisworld will make you embrace almost any city,even one that lies just north of the 38th parallel,thirty miles from North Korea. Looking outat those...