Barefoot Cajun

Rad-Elle had always loved the heavy monsoon rain-like storms that moved through the countryside of the South Louisiana Cajun flatland prairie. She washed her hair with the cleansing rainwater. Her brown locks were long and healthy as they always hung tightly at the base of her spine. Rad-Elle had never... Read More

She lived in a house about 6 feet from the gravel road. A tiny White House for a tiny woman. Unmarried, she had lived on that same road since an adult; before that she had lived with her parents as a caretaker, and after they passed, with her brother and... Read More

The child died within the womb. Sarah, the mom, had a miscarriage. She had gotten knocked up in a car outside a big dance hall at an intersection where three parishes met. On Saturday after mass, the place was full. Sarah’s mom had dropped her off and said she’d pick... Read More

It was 1953 one of the hottest, wettest and most hurrican-ed summers yet. People on the South Louisiana Cajun Prairie were pounded with the craziest of weather. Louisiana is known for its interesting, to say the least, meteorological feats! One of the reasons this Barefoot Cajun lives here. Gonna take... Read More

Boozy lived on the edge of the village by the local watering hole in a tree house, that’s right a house woven into the strong, fabric limbs of an old oak tree. The tree had been named Brunhilde—the Princess found in ancient Germanic heroic literature. The tree had withstood category... Read More

Maurice moves upon the South Louisiana Cajun Prairie swooshing in and out I see him from time to time Sporting a new body, sleek and fine But still soaring naked He once told me that bodies were meant to breathe By that he meant bodies weren’t meant for clothes Maurice... Read More