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Are We There Yet?

Written on September 1, 2009 at 8:25 pm, by

From the ruins of East New Orleans, one of the neighborhoods hardest hit by Hurricane Katrina, eighteen-year-old Monique Thomas wonders when the world will hear their SOS.

Pedaling New Orleans

Written on September 1, 2009 at 8:17 pm, by

After returning home to New Orleans after Hurricane Katrina, nineteen-year-old Daniel Hoppes reacquaints himself with his city by touring it on two wheels.

Hitler’s Horse

Written on September 1, 2009 at 8:09 pm, by

A suburban high school student finds love (sort of) when his sleepy Louisiana town—and his plans to rob the grave of Adolf Hitler’s horse—gets rained on by Hurricane Katrina. A true story.

New Orleans After Katrina

Written on September 1, 2009 at 4:31 pm, by

20 Photographs

Student Fiction From New Orleans

Written on September 1, 2009 at 11:40 am, by

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


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 …

Student Poetry from New Orleans

Written on September 1, 2009 at 12:57 am, by

_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.”


_by Cora Parsons_

The car smells of dog breath and dry leather.

Heat pours in through …