The locust choir at midnight

The locust choir at midnight ends rehearsal when the night larks begin to bustle ’round; and even the great roaches find dispersal preferable when mockingbirds abound. And so, at half past twelve, I sit in darkness, not worried over creeping, crawling things, smoking a cigarette in peace, just listening to each new voice, the melody […]

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Mardi Gras Mumble

I never have been a big fan of loud, drunken crowds. Even when I am feeling loud and drunk, being surrounded by potentially out-of-control people gives me the willies. And this is the time of year in New Orleans when loud and drunk go together like purple, green and gold. Those colors in combination generally […]

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Remembering July in New Orleans

The minutes drag and slow to just a crawl, their tired legs turned rubber, and their hands, so used to crisp precision, mime a drawl that stretches seconds out like rubber bands. Each sound becomes a dopplered wave, each sigh a whirlwind swirling echoes in its wake; and even the sweet words of lullabies rasp […]

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Two Murders

Two murders I witnessed in opposite trees across the canal, voicing cacophony; a trial of wills between territories resulting in blackened skies, as the light breeze of morning and rain brought a chill to my knees. Not often such numbers are gathered this way, suggesting an omen to christen the day accompanying storm clouds hung […]

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A Brief Note to the Postmaster General

Dear Postmaster General: I live in what likes to call itself, at least in information generated by its tourist bureau, a major metropolitan area of the United States. New Orleans, Lousiana, to be precise. The local branch of my post office is located roughly seven blocks from my house. The delivery route for my neighborhood […]

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