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Isn’t That Something?

Haunted by a hurricane that made it clear who does and doesn’t matter; you learn to keep your mouth shut, though the beer you’re drinking tastes like muddy water; You’re told just pretend that nothing’s changed because illusions tend to … Continue reading

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To Let New Orleans Die

There’s a hole in the levee where my city used to be and there’s talk of the future in the papers, on TV but the truth of the matter is quite obvious to see nothing’s gonna be the way it … Continue reading

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Laissez Les Bon Temps Roulez

Beneath the rust and the gray toxic dust left behind when the water went down past the edge of the Quarter’s bright lights and disorder there’s nothing much left to this town Maybe the Crescent City was never too pretty … Continue reading

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No Useful Illusions

What useful illusions we once had are gone: that governments serve, that the lowliest pawns with slow forward motion may yet become kings. How quickly it seems that the simplest things become complicated and mired in deceit, and minor successes … Continue reading

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An Assessment of the Situation

The telephone is ringing; The assessor’s on the line. He wants to avoid meeting us, and asks us if that’s fine. In essence, he wants us to lie and say his job is done; He’s three hours from New Orleans … Continue reading

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New Orleans

Dear America: The day after Katrina passed by New Orleans and the reporters at the Royal Sonesta Hotel on Bourbon Street, in the goddamn sacred French Quarter, were saying “New Orleans has been spared” I knew it would come to … Continue reading

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Moving to America

When right-wing zealots take control and change the living here, in bonfires roasting unfit souls with smoke that never clears, to forgo the auto-da-fe I’m sure will be required, where can a person choose to move and still remain inspired? … Continue reading

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