Copper bracelets are back along with copper tankards and crystals and tinctures and everything just as the almanacs all quit publishing. Tin foil Silver beanies against all the negative waves, man. I take a mushroom brew against forgetting science swears by with a long list of first name testimonials. I’m waiting for the Hadacol comeback; better yet that Bayer cough syrup with cannabis and heroin. Perhaps I’ll have an absinthe and pretend it’s paregoric from my mother.
Sea Monkeys
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, Trampoline, Unlikely Stories, Peauxdunque Review, LMNL Anthology, 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).
.
Well Bottom Blues 
Leave a comment