Friends from Saints and Sinners 2009 should be able to HEAR the end of this poem.
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In New Orleans, walking to the bar on Sunday afternoon, we discovered her, directing traffic at a busy intersection with a whip, cigarette, and attitude. If you squint, you can see her tips tucked into her garter. I loved her–I think this is my favorite photo from the weekend. Here’s today’s poem, inspired by her.
Memorial Day
Happy Memorial Day. Thank you to all who served, some of whom didn’t come home. For those celebrating their remembrance today, be safe.
Photo Friday, No. 248
Current Photo Friday theme: Sundown
The sternwheeler Natchez lets off some steam as the sun goes down on New Orleans.
A dilapidated Up house, or maybe Mrs. Wiggs’s house
I’ve been doling out some of my favorite photos from the recent trip to New Orleans one at a time. I just know since I’m blogging this one today, this week’s Photo Friday theme will be “shotgun” or “decay” or “porch” or something that I won’t have because I already used it.
The best that you can do…
When you get caught between the moon and Crescent City…
In New Orleans, we were lucky enough to be in a hotel that had rooftop amenities (work-out room, pool, bar), which meant bird’s eye photo opportunities.
Down in New Orleans
Lacroix, sweetie, Lacroix.
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Apparently when one has been thirty-five as often as I have, one does not make a whirlwind sneak attack trip to New Orleans to see friends. I am EXHAUSTED.
Randomly pulled the words for this poem, put it together, shot it, and then thought, Good grief. It’s fortunate I didn’t go to any panels, readings, or classes at Saints and Sinners this year, or someone might mistakenly think I wrote this in response. NOT SO. I wouldn’t return to S&S as if it’s whatever the one-winged dove’s* version of Capistrano is if I didn’t love writers to pieces. Besides, if you read the last line of the poem…
*Stolen from Marika. To create is also to steal.
Button Sunday
In one of my favorite cities. With any luck, about to meet one of my favorite writers.
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Light posting. I’m in New Orleans. Right now, taking a break in my hotel room. Can hear live music from the street musicians outside our window (four stories below). They’re GOOD.