New Orleans Tripping by Christian Terry A snore awoke George as he rolled over on the cold concrete ground in an New Orleans alley. The sweet after taste of raspberry pie that he had many hour...
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How did I get here? Today started as a joyful blur. From an early morning takeoff in the frosty northeast to wheels down in the sultry mist, I couldn’t wait to fill my lungs with New Orleans...
Usually I agonize over my blog posts to make them perfect, lyrical masterpieces. In these days leading up to the 10-year anniversary of Hurricane Katrina, all the pretty words have abandoned me. ...
So Anne Marie, tell me about Monsters and Angels in one sentence. How about one picture? “We don’t choose who we love.” -Sorcha Alden
Even thousands of miles away, hints bombard the senses, every minute of every day. The burst of fresh coffee’s aroma, and the knowledge that it won’t be perfect. A wall of air so steamy, i...
Empty? Maybe. Silent? Never. Hands on the clock crawl to that moment when day gives way to sultry dusk and all souls stir in their tombs, destined for midnight’s wicked frenzy. This air buz...
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