Well Bottom Blues

Oh my God it's full of stars!


Surfing on the Shore

I want to salt my hands in sand
bits of silica diamonding them
in the blue green Gulf glare

away from concrete monuments
to misunderstood Jimmy Buffett—
where pelican and heron at rest

stand still and permit me to pass
on the hard sand at the surf line—
two shore creatures in our element



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About Me

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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