New Orleans
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Today at the MindLoveMisery Menagerie we have Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille. The writing prompt is hurricane. Ominous clouds roll world is too still, too quiet. Sky turns weird, greenish. One bar stays open downtown — aptly serving ‘hurricanes.’
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It was summertime in New Orleans, and the night was opaque with a steamy-stench that lingered in the nostrils. They were two strangers waiting for the Carrollton Avenue bus, gray beads of sweat crawling like ants over their scalps, trickling down their backs. The woman put a Tareyton between her lips
Ergo, the Ogre 