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Weathering Storms

The average cost of storm repairs is about $10,000 for "moderate" wind-based damage, and a minimum of $4,000 to handle water damage. That's less than a quarter of a new home price. Add in price-gouged flood insurance costs and consider a scenario of heavy damage, rebuilding is still a fraction of buying anew.

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a list of things i did this summer

This poem was published as part of Bayou Blues: Ecopoetics of the Gulf South, a collection of ecopoetry centered on Houston, Texas curated by Hurricane Season editor, Aarohi Sheth. a chopped and screwed beat, i sketched a map of my heart. i made a birthday cake from scratch. i counted all the bayous i have […]

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East End Preserve, Galveston TX

This poem was published as part of Bayou Blues: Ecopoetics of the Gulf South, a collection of ecopoetry centered on Houston, Texas curated by Hurricane Season editor, Aarohi Sheth. Video Credit: Maha Abdelwahab We watch it: the sea diamondingand our impulse to free it from time. It was too early to worry about our coming to […]

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Giving Jim Grace

This poem was published as part of Bayou Blues: Ecopoetics of the Gulf South, a collection of ecopoetry centered on Houston, Texas curated by Hurricane Season editor, Aarohi Sheth. Lyric is a lie to the sentence and snow is a silent engine.While in it, all I can imagine is a slow torch prodigal in its returning. […]

Bayou Blues: Ecopoetics of the Gulf Coast

A collection of ecopoetry curated by Aarohi Sheth The South's land has a particular kind of poetry to it—one that's always catching its breath among oil rigs, histories, connectedness, heat, pollen, kinship, sacredness, wetlands, and flash floods.  And ecopoetry has long been a space to reimagine a climate future in which we survive. It's a […]

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Salt, Soil, & Supper: Louisiana's shrimping industry is in jeopardy. Again!

Chances are, the shrimp you recently ate at a restaurant—or from your box of Cinnamon Toast crunch— weren't caught in domestic waters, much less the Gulf of Mexico next door. That's right–those golden fried shrimp speckled into between the lumps of fried flounder and stuffed crab shells on your plate, none of it came from the ocean just a few miles down the road.

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Ashes, Ashes

Grief can take us to our knees—right back to the dirt, dust, and the earth, from which all things grow. Nnenna Freelon consults Mother Nature—and a Black woman hemp farmer—to lean into the possibility of growth in harsh environments and bitter seasons.