Louisiana Summer

The familiar feeling of waking up stiff, still a little drunk, still a little angry, but detached now, like it was all last night because it was, barely, though just enough to venture opening your eyes in your truck, in your driveway, with the sun, already too high, glaring in …

Coastal Louisiana

They say it was the Indians who, in their wanderings, brought the acorns that seeded the oaks that line the secret interior roads that stretch back from the sands of Grand Isle. The word that the beachfront historical display uses is actually “dropped”, indicating (to me at least) a sense …

Morning Hour

I wake up to the sounds of rats fighting in the walls of the camp, a fury of scratching noises interrupted only by the occasional thump. Aside from it being 5 am, it is not as unpleasant as it sounds: its all a part of being out in the marsh. …