Train compartment,Copyright habrda / 123RF Stock Photo

The Train

Life, love, and death on a trip from Amsterdam to Paris. The train picked up speed as it left the station in a little town not far from Amsterdam. We passed so close to a row of houses I felt I could touch them, all neat, all the same. Lace curtains […]

The Mississippi River at New Orleans, looking toward the GNO bridge. Photograph by Ann Fisher

Big River

Your eyes remind me of my river in the late afternoon, Sun-golden and warm. I once said so and you smiled. I am alone now. When the light of the setting sun hits his currents, The river-god speaks to me, his child, voice low. I bend forward, close over […]

The Mardi Gras crowd watching the Krewe Of Endymion parade on Canal Street. Photograph, Joel Carillet from iStock Photo.

Mardi Gras Memories

Last year, right as the entire Carnival season was swingin’ into action, I was “relaxing” at the the Touro following the surgical amputation of my right leg. Article by Clint Bolton for a Vieux Carre paper, from Mardi Gras, 1979. Through the windows I could hear the music, […]

Clint Bolton letter for Ann Fisher narrow

Once Upon a Time

Clint Bolton’s letter to Ann Fisher, August, 1979. (Clint Bolton’s author’s note: This may or may not be fiction. There are those who live in the City Beside the Big River who will say of this or that character . . . “That is Soando.” And there are […]

To Miss New Orleans

The city winds in and out of my consciousness, a strong part of who I am. I know the map of the French Quarter like the palm of my hand. I should. A master taught me. Clint Bolton seduced me when I was fourteen. No, not in that way. […]

Royal Clipper near Soufriere, St. Lucia

Onboard the Royal Clipper

I sailed for two weeks on the Royal Clipper to the Windward and the Grenadine Islands. I boarded the ship in Barbados, only scheduled for a single week. Then I fell in love with the Royal Clipper. Four days into the trip, I placed a call to my travel […]

The Lightness of Being

To fly over the ocean on a winged ship . . . It is an old feeling. A deep feeling. In it we are connected, even to the ancient Phoenicians daring to explore the Mediterranean. We feel that first voyage into the unknown — the sea surrounding us. […]