Looking Down the Barrel of History

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In 1965, when I was nineteen, Louisiana was at war with itself, as some of its citizens marched for the right to just be, while others struggled with their consciences in a messy reaction to the civil rights movement. Ultimately, I’m proud to say, Louisiana’s citizens, black and white, chose the right side of history.

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All Saints Day at the Maple Leaf Bar

The afternoon before I leave New Orleans, I arrive at the Maple Leaf minutes after three, the start time of Nancy Harris’s Sunday readings, but there’s no sign of poetry. For the moment the poets have joined the football fans. The Saints are playing the Giants in the Super Dome, it’s All Saints Day, and the stars are aligned, as they often are for New Orleans, aiming towards something cosmic.

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