thanksgiving in the land of perpetual feasting, abundance decking galleries in the form of filligree, as precarious wandering vines humming to the invisible combined harmonies of multiple brass bands, hollering autumnal haunts under the glowering misstress moon, who sheds her light and her forgivings into the cascading ripples of the mississippi — forgiving the land, forgiving the ghosts, forgiving the gifts taken from the grave this land once was, for all of it is sacred, from the turning of fattened grapes into a velvet wine, to the roasted and browning edge of tender turkey, falling apart into truth on your tongue. There is so much to give thanks for.
Text prepared by:
- Bruce R. Magee
Kerchaert, Aislinn. “Thanksgiving in New Orleans.” November 11, 2017. Print. © Aislinn Kerchaert. Used by permission. All rights reserved.