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Joshua Clark

Joshua Clark, founder of Light of New Orleans Publishing, edited Louisiana in Words, French Quarter Fiction, and other books, and his writing and photographs appear in many newspapers and magazines. He covered New Orleans in Katrina's aftermath for Salon.com and National Public Radio.
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Author Revealed

Q. What is your motto or maxim?

A. Do.

Q. Who is your favorite fictional villain?

A. Jason Compson.

Q. If you could acquire any talent, what would it be?

A. To sing.

Q. What’s your greatest flaw?

A. Being an assholes sometimes.

Q. What’s your best quality?

A. Not being an asshole sometimes.

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March 17, 2009

Finally I cry. When for so long there was no time but to hold tight to the smile. Four years after the planes fell out of an ordinary September sky and the fire came to America, the water came to New Orleans. This time, sky shook the Earth, ocean rose above the land, and water filled eight-tenths of our city like it does the human heart.

 

Clouds shifting through attic roofs, through all the holes that could only have been made with little fists from the inside. The moaning houses, once homes, people crawling through them, collapsed like cardboard boxes, upon their first return. An amethyst sky holding its line against ash land once... see more

November 11, 2008

Finally I cry. When for so long there was no time but to hold tight to the smile. Four years after the planes fell out of an ordinary September sky and the fire came to America, the water came to New Orleans. This time, sky shook the Earth, ocean rose above the land, and water filled eight-tenths of our city like it does the human heart. Clouds shifting through attic roofs, through all the holes that could only have been made with little fists from the inside. The moaning houses, once homes, people crawling through them, collapsed like cardboard boxes, upon their first return. An amethyst sky holding its line against ash land once towns, barren and... see more

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