All water here has a cycle connected to the seasons. The pool in my sister’s yard has such a cycle, and, therefore, it is oddly connected to nature. In times past, in the golden years, we would leave chemicals in … Read More
It’s the first boil of the season, and the wind has knocked down the fence again. My sister and them have had to construct a barricade of backyard detritus so the dogs don’t get out. Ashley is in from Mississippi, … Read More
There is this strip of land between Arabi and Chalmette right after the Autozone where the St. Claude bus drops you off. A sort of no man’s land where ghosts buy their smokes and spend their last dollars on toys … Read More