A Lovely Sunday For Poetry
New Orleans locals, mark your calendars for almost every Sunday afternoon (around 3:30), and there will be a seat waiting for you in the courtyard of The Maple Leaf Bar.
New Orleans locals, mark your calendars for almost every Sunday afternoon (around 3:30), and there will be a seat waiting for you in the courtyard of The Maple Leaf Bar.
New Orleans your wet day drive-by’s are hot blood hot saucing in roadway’s potholes of mush-mud. New Orleans your witchcraft soul-saved me from husband- heartbreak, drafted to be wed by the cast bones of a brood hen. Back pat back pat doing good. Out the draft, the thrown bones, out the marriage, new home. New Orleans got that back pat, doing good. Rain clucks the clothes […]
The candle dimly glows. The shadows come and go, Passing across my face, As I struggle to leave this place. The flame begins to wither, As down my arms you slither, Somewhere between a snake and a snail, Your trails of slime leading me to fail. The candle flickers, And is finally snuffed, By […]
*The Following Poem appears in a short book by Nolan Storey called “Chaotic Hope.” It can be purchased at Blue Cypress Books. A Cat is a secret keeper, She’ll give none of yours away. A cat is a friend in sorrow, She’ll share your burdens any day. A cat is there when times […]
My mother said I didn’t cry as a baby, lately I don’t cry as a woman, where do my tears go? Have I placed them somewhere in the care of another? Somewhere under someone’s covers? Or their sheets? With smell of frankincense and amber on the parts where my nose would be […]
This poem is based on the death of Agnes Sampson. She was one of the first people burned at the stake for witchcraft in early modern Scotland.
Joao Amos is a New Orleans Raised writer who evacuated to New York for Hurricane Katrina. There they discovered Slam poetry at the Urban Word Writing Workshop. Upon returning to New Orleans to graduate from Lusher Charter with a concentration in creative writing, Joao received the Scholastic Silver Medal.
Be Playful But not immature Exude strength But don’t overbear Show interest Nothing shallow though Bond for real Not for nuts Practice faith And lose fiction Don’t say love And live otherwise Shed the weapons. They no longer serve you. Be her protector. Therein lies your purpose and your secure escape. That’s how you grow […]
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