August 29, 2005
Photo via NASA Earth Observatory
In remembrance of lives lost and lives forever changed due to the Federal levee breach in New Orleans after Hurricane Katrina in 2005. I’ll be posting poems and short essays I’ve written over the past 10 years through August 29.
Never Forget.
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August 2005
Bloated river, threatening levee.
A fifth of gin for a genie appearance.
The bottle answered,
floating,
rolling out like a funeral.
That’s the best you can hope for.
The sky broke down, finally. Wailed
hard and sweltering.
2015
Charlotte Hamrick 
that poem was like a punch in the gut.
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Reblogged this on Kim Troike and commented:
This author and fellow blogger is from New Orleans, a city I never made it to. That’s a future short story I’ll write someday ZouxZoux. Thanks for your poems of Katrina. This map says it all.
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Thanks, Lilie!
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Very powerful. I love the line with the gin. Can’t help but imagine Katrina with 3 days of stubble, smelling of booze, and wearing a “wife beater” wandering into a children’s nursery when I read that ….
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Thanks, Dale.
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