Friday, November 21, 2025

Bulbancha

 



















There sits an almost eerie chill

on these cobblestone sidewalks and empty streets

where footsteps of a storied past 

can still be heard while the city sleeps.

Scrolled wrought iron balconies

overlook the avenue;

gaslights fade in the early dawn,

the jazz clubs silent and subdued.

The hectic pace is different here

slower, almost cavalier

as the “Easy” spins her silken web

on all who choose her streets to tread.

Through the shrouded morning mist

a single silhouette appears

its darkened presence more distinct
than the apparitions of yesteryear.

Slow, a new day has begun…

her ghosts are fading with the sun

while in the purview of their gaze,

their spirits keep the city safe.


Ginny Brannan 2025


Bulbancha is the Choctaw (Native American) name for New Orleans.


Image credit: David Florentine, Florentine Photography.com. Shared with me by a friend from NOLA

Sunday, November 2, 2025

Tales from the "Crypt"

 






















Under the light of a thin crescent moon

two children walked onward, heading for home.

To watch younger cousin, the older agreed,

the younger one thrilled to just follow his lead.
 
’Twas just after dark when the movie had ended,

they exited theater to make their way back;

the street lights shone dim on the staircase ahead

past church into cemetery, the older now led.


Aware now it was getting late

the older suggested an alternate path

and so they passed through the iron gate

past shadowy headstones where the ‘undead’ await…


She tried to keep up in the eerie half light

she knew that their street wasn’t that far 

as he ran up ahead, no longer in sight

—not a sound could be heard, not even a car. 


And as he jumped out, she let out a scream

—he thought it was funny (he's really not mean)

It’s a wonder she didn’t faint then and there 

at being the victim of impromptu scare!


The rest of the trip was spent trying to appease

with the offerings of bribes and apologies,

the older not wanting to face the wrath 

for scaring his cousin on that darkened path


              *  *  *  *  *

To this day, I can still recall

the shadowy path on that long ago night

when I thought that the undead had risen from hell,

my dear older cousin to thank for that fright!


© Ginny Brannan


True story, of being "allowed" to accompany my older cousin to a 7 pm movie, already dark out when movie ended. The shortest route home was the road was through the Episcopal church cemetery, a direct line between two streets.My cousins are great, but when not playing "big brother" to protect me, I am apparently "fair game" to be picked on.


* *Image of Immanuel Episcopal Church, Bellows Falls. Yes the actual church and cemetery. Apologies to the photographer who took this image. I found it online, and cannot seem to find it again. Name credit will be added when found.