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New Orleans

Looking Down the Barrel of History

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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New Orleans

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 […]

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New Orleans

The New Old New Orleans: Los Po-Boy Citos

Katrina was a man-made, not a natural disaster. If that statement doesn’t fit your comfortable idea of the catastrophe , then I direct you to the many articles on the subject, like this one written on the storm’s fifth anniversary by Time Magazine.

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New Orleans

Sounds of New Orleans

What you hear in New Orleans is like no other city’s sounds. Thanks to the Internet, you can listen to life in New Orleans wherever you happen to be.

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New Orleans

Mardi Gras Madness and Sanity

(Mardi Gras Sunday, February 15th) We had a epic “Sunday Gras”: the Thoth parade going past our house was three hours of outrageousness. My kind of parade watching: sit on the sidewalk outside your home in a comfortable chair with easy access to good drinks and good food, surrounded by good people.

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New Orleans Writing

The Maple Leaf Rag V

The publication party for the Maple Leaf Rag V was held at the Maple Leaf Bar in New Orleans on August 10th. The auspiciousness of the evening being a “Super Moon” surprised no one. According the the New Orleans Historical web site, “In 1979, famed local poet Everette Maddox began the series with sculptor Franz […]

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New Orleans

An August Afternoon

It’s that time. I’m finished with today’s work, flailing away at what might become a novel, or making a weekly commit of Groovy or Javascript poetry to my now one-day-a-week employer’s repository, or pausing for a while in my reading, or weed whacking, or…