There is this. This that is larger than any sole practitioner’s office. The tales, the legacies, the advices recalled with a chuckle and a shudder: “Old Man Sawyer used to say to me, ‘If you are gonna drink at lunch, make it gin martinis. Let people know you are drunk and not an idiot.’” 0 [...]
The tomato plants have flowers. The satsuma tree, new blooms. The St. Joseph’s Altars have been dismantled. And Sun now has the feet of a child and no longer a baby. Spring has sprung in New Orleans. And we are all another year older. 0 I Like This
We plant our garden And dig out weeds. We make mud pies And jump in puddles. We drive the pylons That become our homes. And live our lives. And bury our dead. 0 I Like This
Sun found her father’s small stash of cigars. Most were given to him the day she was born. She brought the Ziploc bag to Nola, who, in turn, thought to herself, “Why, yes, thank you.” Nola then sat on her darkened front porch and enjoyed the autumnal weather and a cigar. The next evening, Pete [...]
In the ache of the heart, In the back of a memory, There is a solid mass. In the broad light of day The mass is but a fading bruise. But in the wee hours The mass sustains. Who’s to say what is real And what is reinvented? When all that matters Is who we’ve [...]
She sits on her front porch regularly. She thinks she knows her neighbors well: The couple next door that are having health problems, the woman across the street whose brother is living with her until his home is finally repaired from Katrina, and the neighbor catty-corner from her, Mike, who lives upstairs as he works [...]