elsewhere - Lisa Pasold

i've moved this blog onto my newly-revamped website at www.lisapasold.com , so please do drag your reading chair on over to the new loca...

a wonderful coincidence to end the year: I had no idea when I named my lead character Millard that there is an actual rodent named for her. ...

horns and drums coming down the street - a specifically New Orleans feeling for a reminder of what these schools have gone through, to march...

i must reread the classic New Orleans novel by John Kennedy O'Toole. i even know where my copy is...in France, beside a yellow sofa. mea...

biking along Prytania thinking of a poem i heard last week at the Gold Mine's 17 Poets! ...nine muses, all in all, and four alone are ju...

the tour guides are often looking in the wrong direction, reciting facts that tend more to creativity than history. i have more confidence i...

rain and horseshoes on the wet pavement, trains and long long boat horns, shouts for the Saints game and sirens, always sirens, a passing ca...

as the fire took hold last night of the cathartic bonfire installation by Jana Napoli - a structure of drawers retrieved from Katrina-decima...