Tag Archives: Bayou poetry

MAY DAY ON THE BAYOU IN POEM AND STORY

By Raji Singh As  we search for healing…      ***     ***     *** From the Archives of the Fiction House.  Happy May Day! “Today Thibidioux chil’ to be born. Butterflies come and tell me so. ‘Come … Continue reading

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EYES OF A LIFETIME: A BAYOU POEM

By Raji Singh As we struggle across the world with our mortality, it is good to remember that we will always live on in the thoughts of those who love us. *     *     * FROM THE FICTION HOUSE FILES: A … Continue reading

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MAY DAY ON THE BAYOU IN POEM AND STORY

By Raji Singh From the Archives of the Fiction House.  Happy May Day! “Today Thibidioux chil’ to be born. Butterflies come and tell me so. ‘Come Mama Lucy – time to go.’” 110 year-old healer and midwife Mama Lucy chants … Continue reading

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MAY DAY ON THE BAYOU IN POEM AND STORY

By Raji Singh From the Archives of the Fiction House.  Happy May Day! “Today Thibidioux chil’ to be born. Butterflies come and tell me so. ‘Come Mama Lucy – time to go.’” 110 year-old healer and midwife Mama Lucy chants … Continue reading

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EYES OF A LIFETIME: A BAYOU POEM

By Raji Singh FROM THE FICTION HOUSE FILES: In honor of National Poetry Month A Farewell to Lucius Abel.  That last day with him, his Mama relives every day. *     *      * All is dark. Just one thing she sees … Continue reading

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MAY DAY ON THE BAYOU IN POEM AND STORY

By Raji Singh To acknowledge the end of National Poetry Month and welcome May Day and Mothers, here is a poignant story of a mother’s lament *     *     * “Tis 1800, there ‘bouts, early morn. Today Thibidioux chil’ to be … Continue reading

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EYES OF A LIFETIME: A BAYOU POEM

By Raji Singh Farewell to April and another National Poetry Month. And Farewell to Lucius Abel.  That last day with him, his Mama relives every day. *     *      * All is dark. Just one thing she sees – her son’s … Continue reading

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MAY DAY ON THE BAYOU IN POEM AND STORY

By Raji Singh To acknowledge the end of National Poetry Month and welcome May Day and Mothers, here is a poignant story of a mother’s lament *     *     * “Tis 1800, there ‘bouts, early morn. Today Thibidioux chil’ to be … Continue reading

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EYES OF A LIFETIME: A BAYOU POEM

By Raji Singh Farewell to April and another National Poetry Month. And Farewell to Lucius Abel.  That last day with him, his Mama relives every day. *     *      * All is dark. Just one thing she sees – her son’s … Continue reading

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No. 85: MAY DAY ON THE BAYOU IN POEM AND STORY

By Raji Singh “Tis 1800, there ‘bouts, early morn. Today Thibidioux chil’ to be born. Butterflies come and tell me so. ‘Come Mama Lucy – time to go.’” 110 year-old healer and midwife Mama Lucy chants these words as she … Continue reading

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