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Re-Membering Katrina, “When Chris Met Katrina”- a short story

The boat whistled its’ way through the waters and soon the screams of the women faded. The air was now filled with the constant yells of families sitting on roofs screaming for help.  They approached Memorial Medical Center and Chris decided to seek refuge there.  As he got closer, he could see through the lobby window hundreds of people camped inside.  Every seat was occupied and people were sprawled out on the floor with blankets.  Police were patrolling the doors.  Chris knocked but the policemen just stood and shook their heads in the negative.  Chris trudged through the water to the other side of the hospital and policemen were standing heavy guard at those doors too.  He knew besides the sore bones and loose teeth, he had no serious injury and they were not going to let him in.

Chris double tied his bag of food and treaded through the water on his tippy toes.  He began to reminisce on the summers growing up in New Orleans.  His father worked as a mechanic in a neighborhood shop and in the summer Chris would help out by washing the cars once he was done.  Afterwards, instead of joining his cousins down at the local swimming pool, he hung out with the neighborhood knuckle heads and smoked weed.  Or they convinced one of the older drunks to buy them liquor.  He was all of nine years old.  With the water slapping up against his chest and occasionally splashing in his face, he wished he had taken those swimming lessons instead.

A few blocks from the hospital, Chris found himself pacing in the water side by side with a dog.  The dog was a dark brown cocker spaniel probably looking for a dry place to rest his feet.  From atop, the dog seemed to be relaxed.  But he knew underneath he was probably  paddling his legs wild as the devil!  Chris remembered how easy it was to tread the dog paddle when he was younger so he picked his feet up to give it a try.  He quickly dipped in the thick, murky waters and emerged panicked.  He struggled to get his stance stable but soon regained his pace and continued down the street with the other stranded people.

A little ways down, Chris spotted the small boat and whistled to get their attention.  They acknowledged him by waving.  Other people began to whistle and try and make their way to the boat too so Chris picked up his pace.  The eyes of the dog swimming nearby were showing signs of exhaustion.  There was no telling how long the dog had been in the water.  The dog let out a bark, then went under the water.  Within seconds, his head reappeared and he began to bark in desperation.  Chris was mindful to stay as far away from the dog as possible to avoid being bitten.  The small boat reeved it’s engine as they waited for him.  The dog’s bark now became aggressive as he continued to swim towards Chris.  The men on the boat splashed water towards the dog to slow him down and distract  his concentration on swimming.

“Come on man!  Dat dog look mad or summin’!,” one of the men said.

Chris turned his head to witness the dog go under again.  He started to run on his tip toes because he knew he would get sprayed with the dirty water when the dog came back up.  He reached the boat and threw his bag of food aboard.  He could feel the water spray on the back of his neck as the dog shook its’ head.  The men reached down and pulled Chris on the boat.

“They wasn’t lettin’ nobody in down at the hospital huh?,” Gunner asked.

“Naw,” Chris simply replied.

The boat pulled away and the dog continued to swim behind it.  His eyes were bulging as he barked pleas of help.  There was nothing in sight for the dog to take refuge on.  The dog’s shiny, brown coat disappeared under the water a third time, not to emerge again.

a snippet from the short story book, Mississippi Window Cracks.

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Mississippi Window Crack

AUTHOR SPOTLIGHT: StacyMichelle, Poet

Was there any particular reason behind the creation of your chapbook?  If so, what?

This chapbook has been writing itself for a number of years now.  the motivation behind it was to peel back the covering and shine a light on the chasm an absent father can leave in his daughter’s life.  I wanted to display the painful truth & bewilderment, and also acceptance & forgiveness that starts the healing process.

How important is form, such as rhyme and line arrangement? How does form effect the overall art of a poem?
I focused on the arrangement of the lines instead of form for this collection.  I choose my line breaks with words that hopefully snatch the reader’s attention.
How important is the accessibility of a poem?
I know what the poem means to me; a lot of times it is cathartic to get words down, so when something I’ve written affects a reader in a different way, or they get something totally different than what I was thinking, it astounds and pleases me.  I think as readers, we bring our own experiences to the written word, and for me it makes what I do that much more rewarding.
What can poetry teach us about life?
Poetry can teach us how to breathe in the moment.  savor the essence.  & let go
What is one of your favorite poems in the chapbook?
“I will tell you where it hurts” is one of the most vulnerable pieces I’ve written.  the most biographical in the collection.  after anger.  hurt.  disillusionment.  unasked and unanswered questions, all I wished to be known was where it hurt the most.

 

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BIO
StacyMichelle’s poems have appeared in the Fall Line Review, the anthology: Brothers & Others, Stirring: A Literary Collection, and the anthology: Help Wanted Poets Please Apply. This is her secondchapbook collection. Her first, “dear Georgia. Mother is a Tornado” was published in 2014. StacyMichelle shares rough draft of poems and art work on her blog:
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