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About elizaplayer

I am a rock and roll wild child, who spent too many years living the party lifestyle before the winds and rains of Hurricane Katrina began to wash away all the madness, nearly drowning me in the flood waters. I stayed behind in New Orleans for thirteen dark days, floundering around with the pains of addiction and withdrawal. Five years later, I managed to come out clean on the other side, and now it is time to get back to my roots. I am a writer. I have always been a writer. This is the story of a writer, struggling to make it in the real world. I studied Mass Media Communication with a minor in Journalism. I write anything and everything. This is a sample of my work, and a slice of my mind.

<a href=" ” title=”Through Both Hell and High Water: A Memoir of Addiction and Hurricane Katrina”>Through Both Hell and High Water: A Memoir of Addiction and Hurricane Katrina

I finally made my memoir available on Amazon, in honor of the up and coming 7th anniversary of Hurricane Katrina. 

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The Little Girl

The little girl Learned how to dance, That summer, Spinning and twirling Into worlds unchartered.   That little girl, Evolved into Something much more That summer As her heart began to thump Like a grown up And she knew What … Continue reading

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First Loves…

Thinking back to the days Of innocence And youth. Thinking back to the days Before my heart was corroded And black. Thinking back to all the pain Inside and out, Years and years of abuse Some self inflicted And others … Continue reading

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Freeform and Off the Cuff

Sometimes, I crave just The emptiness. I think About that wooden floor Beneath my platform heels Feet spinning below me, And my head spinning Above me And all the edges are hazy.   The burgundy velvet curtain Tilts back and … Continue reading

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Words Flow…Warm Up

Words flow, freely Before the fail, miserably Falling onto the souls Of the unfortunate.   Vipers prey Sucking the lifeblood of the weak And the kind. But life always Returns the favor…

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Excerpt: The Pharmacy

I pulled on a well-worn pair of black high top Doc Martins.  I had on a baggy pair of shorts and a tight black t-shirt a local punk band’s logo.  We opened the main door and walked onto the porch.  … Continue reading

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Excerpt: The Shobar

That summer of the storm was one of the hottest and muggiest summers I have ever known.   The air all summer stood really still, which just helped the heat to penetrate through everything, leaving its invasive personality on the sticky … Continue reading

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Excerpt: Liam, Shooting Dope

Every morning, we got up in our dirty little rented junky room, and took a wake-up shot.  If we were lucky, we had one waiting for us when we woke from our wintry drug slumber.  Liam was so intense when … Continue reading

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Excerpt: Sophia

I remember the last night I saw her.  Sophia entered the club, frazzled as usual.  Her long, dark, hair still wet from the shower, and her shaking hands desperately tried to pull back her locks as she tugged and smoothed … Continue reading

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Excerpt: The Abbey

Several days later, I was at The Abbey in the morning.  I loved The Abbey at ten in the morning, when most of the patrons sat scattered around the bar, all knowing each other in one way or another.  Those … Continue reading

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