Bayouish
Louisiana bayou, you are a collection basket for Mother Nature’s hand-me-downs.
Mother’s Day
One of those toad strangler storms. Can’t see. Lakes filling up on the front lawn. I’m swept into the bayou, in pajamas, a stick of balsa bobbing for help. Warnings about snakes, moccasins. Front face. See our house, know I’m not getting there any time soon. Shit. Mother’s Day and you were going to take […]
Living Around the Bayou
Down the street, rather along Highway 165, I turned off at Cross Keys Bank to open an account and deposit a check from West End Press in payment for my trip to the Albuquerque Cultural Conference. (Maybe my life is changing.) Cross Keys is a local community bank with origins in St. Joseph, Louisiana and was founded […]
The Morgue, the Merrier
Satchmo, of course; the Marsalis family, naturally, even Ann Rice, and her vampirish underground. But me living in Louisiana? You’ve got to be kidding! I got here on subways and BART trains, sidewalks, public parks, and noise made by people, not insects whining for hours in the summer heat loud enough to drown out a […]