Tag Archives: Hurricane Katrina

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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The Aftermath

Ain’t no use in looking back; your eyes will be fooled by the mirror. What seemed once to be so small, becomes too big and crystal clear Ain’t no use in laying blame; The line between who’s right and wrong … Continue reading

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Kali and Shiva

A single shelf sits untouched by the rubble, its contents unmolested by the storm; while mold grows from the walls like razor stubble, and walls and ceilings crumble beyond form. Below, the room is nothing but destruction, appliances and desks … Continue reading

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The Storms We Name: an acrostic

H elpless in the laughing face of elemental change u nloosed as a pointed reminder that we each exist – r eally, at the mercy of the Mother’s loving hands, the r ight extending blessing, while the left removes our … 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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