Saturday I will post a nostalgic piece about my years living in the Vieux Carré of New Orleans. Full time actress, part time day job (gotta pay the rent) radio and TV talent. Hookers, mob bosses, millionaires all supporting our live theatre productions. Rehearsing in the cellar of the Performing Arts Building, where little beady red eyes watched from the shadows. So we will start with a little poetry to wet your curiosity:
Adieux My Beauty ©
Standing outside the gate,
eager to say goodbye, remembering
all the reasons to say hello
New Orleans, that witchy woman, whose song is
loved and never forgotten, whose taste
lingers on the tongue forever.
Where love bloomed on a rain slick night
Now, as I bend to kiss the powdered, rouged
cheek, my nostrils are assailed by
the sweet odor of rotting flesh eaten
away in the darkest recesses by a decadent,
self indulgent cancer Continue reading “Prologue to a Saturday Post”