Drip.
Drip.
In the darkness, it's all I could hear – the sound of liquid slowly dripping into a puddle of itself. Drip. Drip. The smell of plants and herbs wrapped around me like a cloak, making my skin tingle all over. It hugged me tight, then whispered into my ear, “Follow me out of here,...
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New Orleans, circa 1935.
Canal Street, with its bustling shoppers and rushing business workers, chosen to forever serve as the border between the European charms of the French Quarter and the tall business buildings and statue-guarded city buildings of the Central Business District. Even in the midst of the depression, people walk to and fro...
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There is a fellow up in the clouds who looks down on all of us who live here in Louisiana. He doesn’t have a big white beard and his name isn’t God or Zeus – it’s actually Albert... haven't we done this before?
The rain pelted down on me as I ran through the walkways...
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There is a fellow up in the clouds who looks down on all of us who live here in Louisiana. He doesn't have a big white beard and his name isn't God or Zeus – it's actually Albert, and he's about as nice a fellow as you're likely to meet. But this sub-entry and...
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The apartment building smelled of must and lavender, as if somebody had walked through the hallways waving fresh lavender in the air just yesterday but now even that scent was growing old and musty. I and my mosquitoed compatriot, Scape, stopped at the door to the apartment. The buzzing hallway light just above us...
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New Orleans is often considered the most haunted city in the states. Sure, there are the ghosts out there who go “Woooo” when people walk past dilapidated houses – but it’s ghosts like that who give the rest of the ghosts here a bad rap.
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As I drifted underneath the electric lamps of Spanish Fort, passing by the upscale restaurants and cabaret shows and heading towards the amusement park rides, I tried not to make eye contact with the ghosts.
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Besides being ridiculously hot and sticky, summers in New Orleans are loud. Every afternoon you can hear the cacophony of falling rain pouring in waves over the cracked streets, backed up by the thunder as it tries to rip the sky apart. And every evening, after the storms have passed and all is quiet...
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Meschiya Lake was unknown to me until I heard her tunes coming over the speakers at the relatively hidden upper-east-side arts club, Fair Folks & A Goat. Fair Folks has a twin space in New Orleans, and through this umbilicus of arts and culture, Meschiya and her band, The Little Big Horns was to...
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As you know well by now, my line of work and my way of life are one and the same – almost every aspect of my day revolves around my job. That’s alright with me, though, cause it’s this job that keeps me moving, keeps me breathing the life of the city. Nonetheless, it’s...
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University of Wynwood
