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Down on the Bayou

Down on the Bayou

On a bright clear Saturday in mid-October, writers from a creative nonfiction workshop at the University of New Orleans kayaked down Shell…
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Richard Goodman

Beyond the Steel Horizon

We are in the Lehigh Valley, Pennsylvania 1999. I am eleven. My fingers curl over the glass of the window in the backseat of my mom’s…
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Christine Marie
The Gentle Light: On Poetry and the Bayou

The Gentle Light: On Poetry and the Bayou

What I remember most is how bold the white- and silver-barked cypress trees looked in relief against the clear-blue sky. “A relic forest,”…
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C. I. Fautsch
Bayou Musings

Bayou Musings

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LB Kovac

What We Talk About When We Talk About Kayaks

I pulled up to the house at about 9:10 AM, ten minutes after the agreed upon meeting time. My shirt was flecked with spilled coffee, a…
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Joseph Kelly
Tree Still Lives

Tree Still Lives

The following pictures of trees were taken of a bayou in Autumn’s waking hours. We arrived here after hearing that this landscape stands on…
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BK

If We Can Build a Wood Box

We are sitting in kayaks, floating down the Shell Bank Bayou, roughly thirty-five miles northwest of New Orleans. John, our guide for the…
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Elizabeth Brina
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