Katrina
6 Years On – Fragments + Wet Feathers
by Angeliska on September 1, 2011
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 (…)
Hurricane Katrina: Four Years Later
by Angeliska on August 29, 2009
A hard day, full of painful remembrances and revelations. I wake in a panic, the dogs are barking wildly and I twist my shoulder in my haste to rise, my body not as awake as my mind. Head pounding, worried (…)
Lower Ninth Aftermath
by Angeliska on March 11, 2006
Before we left New Orleans we made a terrible sort of pilgrimage- to the pitiful remains of what was once a neighborhood, home after home destroyed completely, lost irrevocably. Myrtle told me not to go, but I knew I had (…)
MARDI GRAS APRÈS L’ORAGE
by Angeliska on March 8, 2006
With no sleep to speak of, the feathers fluttering, the sun ablazing, the glitter geysers soaring we hobbled and sashayed our rag-tag entourage across the tracks and to down Ye Olde Friendly Bar to meet up with the Krewe of (…)
Lundi Gras (A pictorial essay on the nature of debauchery)
by Angeliska on March 7, 2006
We rolled into town just as Krewe of Eris was lining up at the train tracks duskwise with shopping carts stuffed with golden behemoth baby puppet-monsters with glowy eyes. Sadly, I don’t have any pictures to prove it. Anybody have (…)
