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...
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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...
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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...
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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...
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