Category Archives: R.I.P.

A FRESH WOUND IN THE WING OF THE YOUNG YEAR (for Esme)

Photo of the memorial altar at Esme’s gate by Laura Skelding / AMERICAN-STATESMAN A week ago, in the wee hours of the new year’s dim beginnings, a girl was murdered. She was a friend of many of my friends, and it’s likely that we had even been introduced, at a show or a house-party. I [...]

6 Years On – Fragments + Wet Feathers

This year there’s just too much, too much to write, to say, to show – it’s all disjointed fragments that don’t quite fit together, scrabbled here and there over the last few days of travel. It ain’t much, but it’s what I got. “The Water Is Rising” by Amy Earles Amy sent this to me [...]

Star-crossed Troubadours

Today marks twenty-five years since my mother died. This last winter solstice, I had a profound vision during a ceremony: an old black telephone appeared before me, hunched in celluloid, with a rotary dial. I could feel the weight of the heavy receiver in my hand – it was that real. I realized that I [...]

Exquisite Corpse – Cinco de Mayo

For this month’s Exquisite Corpse, we will be dedicating the evening’s festivities as a special memorial to some of our friends and heroes who have died this month: Ramon, crazy-cat extraordinaire, Leonora Carrington – the surrealist sorceress, and to Nefairia Devi, Bharatanatyam dancer and true gothic beauty. Bring something to add to the altar for [...]

Wayfaring Strangers

The dark days are here to stay, it would seem – at least for all my friends in New Orleans. It feels wrong to even try to write about it at this point, but I really don’t know what else to do, and this heartbreak has to go somewhere. The night of Flee’s memorial Second [...]

Day of the Dead in New Orleans

Thinking about New Orleans all the time, and worrying for all my friends there. People are afraid to leave their houses, talking about buying shotguns, and reinforcing their doors and the bars on their windows. It’s hard to think back to a few short months ago when everyone’s guard was down, and we all sprawled [...]

Jon Flee – R.I.P.

Hey Flee-flee, long time no see. I’m not sure how else to do this, but in my usual way, which always seems to help me a bit – and sometimes others too. Maybe if you’re out there somewhere, a buzzing column of light still flitting around this plane for awhile more, you’ll find your way [...]

Vultures + Persimmons

Yesterday afternoon, we made the journey over hill and dale on the first of our familial holiday pilgrimages. I hear all the time complaints about the lack of seasons in Texas, and our pitiful lack of autumn – untrue, I say! The oaks are wearing russet cloaks, the sumacs scarlet, and the fields are molten [...]

R.I.P. Louise Bourgeois

This picture was taken in the Sculpture Garden at The New Orleans Museum of Art six years ago by the man who I would discover to be the love of my life. Can you imagine? I had no idea, then, as I walked through the garden with this tall, gentle sculptor that we would one [...]

Poisoned Honey on Blackout Beach

(Paintings by Myrtle Von Damitz III , a New Orleans artist and amazing lady. Her work is prophetic, and speaks to me about what the elemental spirits might be whispering about what we are doing.) Tonight, my grandfather, my sweetheart and I went to eat oysters. We wanted to taste the last fruits of the [...]

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