Tag: Guest-edited by Pia Ehrhardt

Albino

By Ken Foster, Guest-edited by Pia Ehrhardt
September 2009

The dog had first appeared to Boone one night as he sat in what remained of his living room, staring at the tarp that hung in place of what used to be his living room wall.

from Green Zone New Orleans

By Mark Yakich, Guest-edited by Pia Ehrhardt
September 2009

Forget some call love / Bedside grammar: // The body rules / And it’s a trick

Three Poems

By Brad Richard, Guest-edited by Pia Ehrhardt
September 2009

We’ll never make it in time: you’re twelve, / riding west to see a corpse in a flood, / I’m your grandson at forty-two, riding east // to see my city’s flooded remains.

Snapshot

By Andy Young, Guest-edited by Pia Ehrhardt
September 2009

There is the talk of friends, uncles / disappeared, impossible to translate / because in English one disappears, // is not disappeared.

Student Fiction From New Orleans

September 2009

The following fiction was written by students in the New Orleans area
as part of our
New Orleans Special Issue.

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The Dead Man

by Adam Gnuse

There wasn’t all too much left of the dead man besides the bones and what must have been his belt buckle. His skull was still intact, but one of his arms was broken and he was missing most of his fingers and toes. He lay underneath one of the large, draping branches of the trees surrounding the sandpit, right outside the clearing we used. Even with the corpse lying in the shadows, it was a perfect hangout; on the river side of the levee, in the batture by the water’s edge, we were free from any adults trying to assert their authority over us. Besides, we had grown to like the dead man and had begun to treat him like he was one of us. We avoided pissing on him and sometimes, we would even pretend to hold conversations with him. We would tell him jokes, ask if he “boned” any girls lately, or maybe just pass him a joe.

Once, after a few hits and beers, a girl and I were …

Keeping Her Difficult Balance

By Barb Johnson, Guest-edited by Pia Ehrhardt
September 2009

Everything floats down to this place, the very end of Bayou St. John where Delia sits, her feet dangling just above the tepid water.

Student Poetry from New Orleans

September 2009

_The following poetry was written by Lusher Charter School students of New Orleans. _

**His Only Begotten Rat**

_by Taylor Yarbrough_

In the busy city, spectators pass

and laugh lazily at three men

hanging from a light post: a clean sport

to see whose palms will burn first.

I stand in the middle under the man

with trembling feet: the others struggle

to keep the crowd entertained while

maggots feed on a brown rat nearby.

With his head hanging

and muscles pounding, he must win.

A song will make time move quicker:

_Eli Eli lema sabachthani? Eli Eli lema…_

His lungs are full like the dumpster trucks

that pass in front of the site, drowning

out the noisy crowd and leaving a thick haze:

I stand still, head cocked back, eyes on his.

An onlooker yanks a naked branch

from a sidewalk tree

and pokes the hangman in his ribs:

my mouth drops, his clear insides pour

into my wide open throat.

Maggots swarm around my feet.

A street sweeper kicks the rat to the side

and angrily whispers to me “Go home.”

**Evacuation**

_by Cora Parsons_

The car smells of dog breath and dry leather.

Heat pours in through …