Like Janus, New Orleans has at least two faces and a multitude of stories that chorus in your ears during the afternoon thunderstorms. They wake you up at night with their rush and pound; they build throughout the day with humidity and pressure, until you are begging the city to spill its tales. I lived … Continue reading
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Resonant Dissonance
There’s this moment when your airplane is taking off into thunderstorms and you are about to enter a brilliant white thunderhead when your mind knows that it’s just water vapor but your heart lurches a bit because it knows you are about to smash into something craggy and solid. But of course you don’t, and … Continue reading
Blood and Stone (part 1)
The ranger’s voice echoes across the pueblo and through the cavern. A natural amphitheater, carved in the meeting place of sandstone and fluid water–water that proved to be the stronger force by far. The cliffs are pocked with these caverns. Some the size of a small tent; others, grand amphitheaters. Most occupied by stone and … Continue reading
The Dead Pass Casually By
Andrei Codrescu notes, “There are certain cities and certain areas of cities where the official language is dreams. Venice is one. And Paris. North Beach in San Francisco. Wenceslaus Square in Prague. And New Orleans, the city that dreams stories.” He’s talking about cities that affect you–that leave their mark on you long after you’ve … Continue reading
