Late Night

Early Morning in Chalmatia

Morning Coffee by the Pool

I had this weird dream, for true.
I was sitting next to the pool
in the courtyard
of my apartment
in the French Quarter.

The next thing I knew
I was awake.

I can no longer distinguish
between dreams
and
reality.

On the Phone

Mimi by the Window

God's House

Mimi the Cat

Window

Daneeta Just Got the Bad News about Pancho, May he Rest in Peace

Cemetery

Rain

Cruising

One of Daneeta's Speech and Debate Trophies from '83 in Barb's Kitchen + an Italian Chef

Canal St

Wing Snack

Near the Iberville Projects,

where my mom grew up,

there is the Wing Snack

and the Brown Derby

No. 2 Liquor Store.

I want to stand outside,

drink ice cold beers,

hidden by tiny, brown bags,

and shoot the shit.

I want to yell "Hey baby"

at the young girls.

I want to ask:

"You stay here now?" and

"How's ya mamma?"

But, because:

I don't sound like here,

I don't look like here,

I don't smell like here,

it's too late for all of that.

I cannot

authentically

move backwards

through the distance

between me

and my history.

I can only look out the car window

with the doors locked.

Big Eyes

Blake

Big Book

Marissa

Destiny and Shalyn

Mrs. Carmella and Andrew with Goggles

Birthday Boy

Writing with Howie in Mid City

Humping the Monkey

Football Stadium

Crescent City Connection from Pace Blvd

Bike

Storm is Coming

Swing!

Guest Photographer: Derek Thompson

Shrimp