by Anniebelle Quattlebaum | Aug 8, 2019 | Galileo Press
To Francis Jammes In a manner, we all pray. So I’ve walked out at 6 a.m.into the sound and look of things.Arc lamps hum in the city park,and accepting resistance,swallows lift in a sudden breeze.What presses against me now?Francis Jammes, you prayed to be...
by Anniebelle Quattlebaum | May 20, 2019 | Galileo Press
Bitter Exercise Sit up, lie down, sit up, lie down, runaround and around the blockuntil a little of myself is leftat each corner. The dogs know it and try to help,nipping at my feet to speed me up, snarling my path into wider, aching circles.The best pain’s...
by Anniebelle Quattlebaum | May 6, 2019 | Galileo Press
Alice in the Rabbit’s House I’ll call you Alice, unborn childrumbling in my sleep, productof a distant summer’s urge. Now I amstuffed to the gills, a house puffed upby someone’s mischievous lips.It all happened so fast– the closing...
by Anniebelle Quattlebaum | Mar 18, 2019 | Galileo Press
Building a House Here are the plans taped to the side of the old house, taped to the wall which will be the last to go. I have a hatchet for chopping; I have a radio for entertainment. Last week they sent a man around with a questionnaire. One of the questions was:...
by Anniebelle Quattlebaum | Mar 7, 2019 | Galileo Press
Sister Mary Appassionata To The Ornithology Class Birds can be a mortal danger.If you doubt me walk around downtownunder cooing skyscrapers, brooding statuesand look up. Gulls and crows learnfrom parents how to drop whelkson jagged rocks to shatter their...
