late Capitalism
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America’s funeral procession
America’s funeral procession runs through New Orleansto the sea: the residual dust of busted Missouri sod,limbs and whole trees, the carcasses of errant livestock,twinkly drink cans, forever bottles, empty chemical drums,raw and sanitized sewage, pesticide and fertilizer,the latter fueling algae blooms which suck all oxygenfrom the Gulf waters, producing vast dead zones.The reject and the… Continue reading
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This is me, is us
The Challenger shuttle, the first Gulf War, 9/11, the second Gulf War, COVID, Trump. These were universal or near universal cataclysms that shaped generations. This quote is me, is us, in the middle 1960s, facing the lurking horrors we were schooled to, watching fire fights on the news in black and white while somewhere in… Continue reading
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Make the Sign of the T(esla)
As a former habitué of medically prescribed benzos and victim of annihilating atypical antipsychotics to better cope with our modern world seeing all of the ads for euphoric tonics in my feed, I recall: “The service had begun. The dedicated soma tablets were placed in the centre of the table. The loving cup of strawberry… Continue reading
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).
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Well Bottom Blues 