by Todd Henkin July 29, 2014 These are no ordinary roosters. They have no purpose. They're wild, they're loud, they have claws, and they descended from dinosaurs. They hide behind potted plants and crow at you or jump out to scare you. They fly; I know that birds are supposed to fly so it shouldn't be surprising, but when a rooster flies it sends a chill down your spine.
by Kevin Bitter July 29, 2014 Slam poetry has been a staple at hipster coffee shops since its origin in 1984 Chicago. Artists in New Orleans are taking a new approach to the same concept, by telling stories in a laid-back, intimate and comfortable ...