Nawlinz Valentines


Good morning from New Orleans, where the washing machine whirrs and smoky jazz creaks out of the kitchen radio and the same music emits from the backyard, green leaves tossing, generous sun, cool breeze.

The walls of this house are painted in various jewel tones (each room called by its color, not its purpose as their purposes shuffle frequently) and these ones are a rich blue, very high and covered in local art, trinkets from parades past, children’s drawings.

It is a wonderful place to return to, and this year Auntie Jo and Willard and David and Ingrid and Franco are my Valentines.

Rachel too.




About bearicaquinn

Smallish, smushy in the sad parts, certainly destined for cat-lady-dom. Enjoys boats, bikes, black coffee, pug faces, sourdough bread, the morning when you have slept long enough, beards, mountainsides, art, rooftops, etc. Will continue to live in things that are interestingly shaped. So octopus.
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