Katrina
12 Years – Katrina/Harvey
by angeliska on August 29, 2017
Today is the 12th anniversary of Hurricane Katrina. Fittingly, the first hurricane lily bloomed today, here in my garden. Symbol of hope, autumn’s harbinger, bloody reminder of the season of storms. I didn’t intend to pick it, but Snowy tried (…)
Frog + Toad in August Storms
by angeliska on August 29, 2016
I’ve discovered a strange pattern recently – a restlessness in my spirit that seems to hit me every year around this time, and keeps me from sleep. Some unseen goblin has been sitting on my chest like the one in (…)
Reverse Phoenix – Hurricane Katrina, 10 Years Later
by angeliska on August 29, 2015
I started writing this three years ago, but I was so broken towards the end of summer in 2012 that the things I so desperately wanted to express wouldn’t come together. My whole life was falling apart, again. I was (…)
The View from the Other Side – by Meghann McCracken
by angeliska on August 28, 2015
My friend Meghann wrote this essay about her life in New Orleans over the past ten years since Katrina. Her words moved me so much, and spoke to my heart in such a powerful way about experiences that are often (…)
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. My friend Myrtle told me not to go, but I knew (…)
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 (…)
Laissez les bon temps rouler, et laissez les espèces des cons tailler mon pipe!
by angeliska on February 25, 2006
These are from New Orleans, around last Easter. The church and Mary in the churchyard I always loved, and my dyed green dresses dripping on the balcony. I’ve been dreaming about this Mardi Gras for months now. My internal clock (…)
