Dear New Orleans,

I won’t hold my punches, because you certainly didn’t. Our third visit together was like the eye of a storm, a culmination of time gone by within and beyond myself, and yet unfinished. You were unfair in your acts, unloving in your heat, and unfathomable in your aura. You’d always been this way, but on our third visit together…read more

We were tilling the ground and making moving pictures when you decided to play hide-and-seek. I thought, well ok I’ll give you a game, you always come back to me. So we go on to play and you’re merry and gay and I’m left in a room all alone. When you call out my name, saying ‘Find me this way!’ I could tell how your smile had shone.

I wander…read more