by Anniebelle Quattlebaum | Jul 7, 2020 | Galileo Press
How can someone from half way across the world and growing up in a completely different culture assemble imagery in such a way that you understand completely what is being said? You have felt the same way and marvel at how they move you with their melancholy. But...
by Anniebelle Quattlebaum | Jun 2, 2020 | Galileo Press
Days of Summer Gone It’s too late to go back to that apartmentIn Bowling Green, Kentucky, where we slept togetherSo many nights. I wonder if whoever lives there nowAnd fucks in that bed ever wonders about us? If memory’s any good gauge, the placeMust be...
by Anniebelle Quattlebaum | May 6, 2020 | Galileo Press
The Distance As seen in Days of Summer Gone, Galileo Press, 1990 Two women are hugging each other goodbyeOn the sidewalk in the tree-shadowOf a late spring afternoon. It is notSexual, though both are beautiful.And though both are tall and litheUnder their dark hair,...
by Anniebelle Quattlebaum | Mar 18, 2020 | Galileo Press
The Horizon Has a Horrible Way of Disappearing “You probably weren’t going to get pregnant anyway.” He meant it to be reassuring but it was a horrible thing to hear—the finality of her husband’s statement. What was the point, after all, of...
by Anniebelle Quattlebaum | Feb 25, 2020 | Galileo Press
Man Stabbed in Heart Runs 3 Blocks Somebody died out there. Right there outside Morton’s window overlooking Georgetown across the Potomac where he and Emily will be moving this coming weekend into a $900-a-month townhouse that Emily claims they can well afford...
