I wanted to say that there is a certain beauty to these urban landscapes: fallen down fences and colorful plastic bags floating on the carbon monoxide wafting off the Crescent City Connection. Surely there was something here before the overgrown … Read More
It’s hairy getting in and out of Musician’s Village at night. Young, angry men stare us down as we jog along Bartholomew Street. We are hoping to get back without getting killed. Some of those boys brandish bottles of Mad … Read More
All water here has a cycle connected to the seasons. The pool in my sister’s yard has such a cycle, and, therefore, it is oddly connected to nature. In times past, in the golden years, we would leave chemicals in … Read More
It’s the first boil of the season, and the wind has knocked down the fence again. My sister and them have had to construct a barricade of backyard detritus so the dogs don’t get out. Ashley is in from Mississippi, … Read More
There is this strip of land between Arabi and Chalmette right after the Autozone where the St. Claude bus drops you off. A sort of no man’s land where ghosts buy their smokes and spend their last dollars on toys … Read More
*******ELEKTRIK MARDI GRAS ENDS HERE*******a story in words and pictures This was Mardi Gras 2011