For a professor of American history, Boston and Philadelphia may seem like the ‘mother lode,’ but, to this observer, may pale in histories as diverse as the mix of cultures and residents of Orleans Parish.Garden District homes bear embossed, metal plaques that typically herald an architect’s name and the year the home was built, for whom the home was built and notable residents, or both.… Continue
Added by Joe Gensle on September 28, 2010 at 10:30am —
“HEY LURLEEN, disspondent’s a word , right, like to say what Ronnie Ray’s goin’ through since his hog’s been stole and now this, right?”(Sorry bout that but I couldn’t imagine the right word cuz it just don’t ever get no better for my 2nd cousin who's just hard luck in a steel case. )He’s never smoked inside his Mama’s new double-wide which is a big step up from the two of ’em sharing… Continue
Added by Joe Gensle on September 27, 2010 at 10:00am —
Ronnie Ray told the Nashville feller he’d take the truck and let the buyer ride the Harley Davidson on over to the guy’s bank for the cash, and to sign the papers as the guy’s girlfriend pulled away from the trailer house in her shiny new Mustang.He got to the bank and, after ten minutes, Ronnie Ray kinda chuckled that he’d have taken the long way, too, and hot-rodded the bike around town a little bit.… Continue
Added by Joe Gensle on September 26, 2010 at 12:30pm —
If one dropped a mirror to find that 75% of the pieces were faced upward, there would be enough in the reflection to see the whole.One of every four people displaced by Hurricane Katrina--and it's likely, more--have yet to return.The connectivity of the Crescent City is a South-hewn spirit of resilience that has kept the city’s rhythm moving it along, getting back onto its toe-tapping… Continue
Added by Joe Gensle on September 26, 2010 at 4:00am —
The cloud that dropped onto the surface of the Mississippi River hurled rain with such fury that the drops’ felled predecessors slugged shoe-topping puddles hard enough to splash more than an inch from the riverwalk‘s pavement.From my vantage, her navigation lights were obscured and only a river bend whispered sight of her name through the fog.Having passed, reduced to a fogged… Continue
Added by Joe Gensle on September 16, 2010 at 9:00am —
I am wildflowers.
Without a soul, I have the precious gift of reincarnation.
I have come to you every Spring season of your life.
I shall return long beyond your being.
Your grandmother’s great, great grandmother, and hers have loosed their hair in breezes as they frolicked among us.
I shall delight your children’s children’s children, and theirs
by the grace of the same hand which has put us each in this day.
Added by Joe Gensle on September 15, 2010 at 10:30pm —
Slow motion paced my awakening with her sating my every sense…with the warmth of her naked body contoured around me, the quiet rhythm of sleep’s respirations, the taste of her kiss and sexuality about my lips and mouth, her mix of faint gardenia and lovemaking too elusive for hungrier lungs, but it was just a petite foot that my vision held.As the sheers filtered first light into the sun’s awakening in our hotel room… Continue
Added by Joe Gensle on September 10, 2010 at 3:30am —
An hour into my 2¼ hour flight from Houston to Phoenix, I was squirming in my seat fighting for my breath, and heard a man several rows back coughing through his wheezes.Despite my 1A seat assignment, I rang for the flight attendant, “Please ask the Captain what the cabin pressurization is,” and she made me repeat the request before contacting the cockpit.“It’s at eight-one hundred,… Continue
Added by Joe Gensle on September 8, 2010 at 3:30pm —