
we live in smoke
not as the ancestors did
old stories around the fire
passing a pipe, the dark flavor
of roasted meat
we suck the unburnt
carbon of our world
as if we each just lit
a cigarette

we live in smoke
not as the ancestors did
old stories around the fire
passing a pipe, the dark flavor
of roasted meat
we suck the unburnt
carbon of our world
as if we each just lit
a cigarette
Mark Folse is a provincial diarist and aspiring minor poet from New Orleans. His past blogging adventures included the Katina/Federal Flood blog wetbankguide on blogspot.com which David Simon told NY Magazine was one of three blogs that helped inform Treme, and Toulouse Street–Odd Bits of Life in New Orleans, which once outranked the Doobie Brothers on Google Search. His work has appeared in The Dead Mule School of Southern Literature, The New Delta Review, Metazen, New Laurel Review, Ellipsis, What We Know: New Orleans as Home, Please Forward, The Maple Leaf Rag IV, and A Howling in the Wires (which he co-edited).
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