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Big city living can be so unforgiving: people running ’round everywhere. Good chance your neighbors don’t care if you ain’t got a dollar to spare. Everyone looking for the next thing cooking, but ending up hungry and mean – man, … Continue reading
Posted in Poems, Songs, Statements
Tagged dedications, Natchitoches, nostalgia, theme songs, tourism
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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 … Continue reading
Posted in Poems
Tagged aging, garbage, Mardi Gras, New Orleans, parades, rudeness, tourism
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Ah, New Orleans: a villanelle
The air is thick with history, with years of sweat and toil. Old ghosts play hide and seek in sheets that show more recent use; the wiser tourists avoid alleys and shun Bourbon’s roil. Old men of different colors sit … Continue reading
Posted in Poems
Tagged commercialism, danger, exploitation, history, New Orleans, poetic forms, tourism, villanelle
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Pleasure City
Canto I: Next stop, the driver said, smiling through cracked wicked lips, Pleasure City – we huddled, prenatal, wondering – even in the suburbs the legends grew, spread by the Party Planners, the malcontent underbelly of the American Experience, bastard … Continue reading
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Tagged deserts, desperation, gambling, impressions, Las Vegas, loss, surrealism, tourism, vacations
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