Category: DeWitt Brinson

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DeWitt says: When you’re young, it’s fun to break things. You realize how easily stuff can be destroyed. And that’s exciting. Until the day you break something you love, like a fish you try to take out of the tank to pet and, coincidentally, its fin falls off. At those times, you find yourself seeking an […]

I drag a large white leather couch into the Beached Whale for DeWitt. I think he will like a cashmere blanket, two-tone, purple and blue, so I drape it across the back of the couch for him. Susan hasn’t arrived so I use my most stilted, awkward question on him to break the ice.  We […]

DEWITT BUTT

Our first visitor to the Beached Whale Salon, which is a dirty streetcorner cast with the hopeful glow of a distant U-HAUL sign and that witching-hour expectation of a New Orleans evening right before urine hits the sidewalks, is poet DeWitt Brinson. Bio: “DeWitt Brinson is” reads the text in his bio. And that is […]

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So far, 2015 has been full of new beginnings: 12-step programs, coffee with butter and coconut oil, a new full-time job that comes with an office that I don’t have to share with an industrial furnace. When you start the new year by assembling the Lego Swamp Police Station, good things are sure to follow. Changes. It […]