Faith, Fiction, Friends

When I read  Evangeline   by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow in high school, I had no idea that I was not only reading one of his epic poems; I w...

When you are born and grow up in a state that has parishes instead of counties, whose legislature was required to write laws in both French ...

You grow up in a place like suburban New Orleans, and one of the first things you learn is that the land on which the suburbs float was at o...

It’s 1967. Fifteen-year-old Hank Goodman, his parents killed in an automobile accident, comes to live with his grandparents in Crosscut...

The interstate, elevated through swamp for 23 miles, parallels its predecessor, the Old Hammond Highway, finessing the way betw...

In 2011 here at Tweetspeak Poetry , I reviewed Why the House is Made of Gingerbread: Poems by Ama Leavell Haymon, a retelling of the sto...