“Hashish will be, indeed, for the impressions and familiar thoughts of the man, a mirror which magnifies, yet no more than a mirror.” Charles Baudelaire, The Poem of Hashish Following the road as it climbs from Port Laveau toward downtown Hathian, Lush Leaf appears almost unexpectedly, like a secret growing in the cracks of Laveau....
This month’s Fangs and Claws Edition leans enthusiastically into the animal theme. The crowd gathers expecting teeth, claws and questionable decisions, and the organizers appear determined not to disappoint. At the center of it all is Clivia Sanko-Tang, armed with her usual megaphone and the kind of diplomacy normally associated with bar fights. After silencing...
LAVEAU – Since moving to Laveau, I keep hearing the name Barracuda’s. People mention it as though no explanation is necessary: a familiar landmark on the docks, a meeting place, a refuge, a source of rumors, and occasionally the setting for the sort of business nobody discusses too loudly. I have never actually seen it...
The Laveau Mental Asylum does not need a sign to announce itself. Its name arrives first, carried ahead of the visitor by old stories, civic unease, and the particular silence that gathers around institutions built to keep suffering out of sight. Set within the same worn institutional shell that also houses the city’s medical clinic,...
