http://www.isnare.com/?s=author&a=Jason+F.+Wright Writing Jason F. Wright Mon, 12 Oct 2009 00:00:00 -0700 http://www.isnare.com/?aid=340162&ca=Writing It was hard not to think of 9/11. The coverage, the networks’ slick graphics and official storm logos. The death toll. The pain. Maybe I watched so much TV during the days following Katrina because I couldn’t turn off my photographer’s inner lens. It saw more than the water and filth, it saw the sur... Writing Jason F. Wright Mon, 12 Oct 2009 00:00:00 -0700 http://www.isnare.com/?aid=340165&ca=Writing I awoke and withstood the temptation. It wasn’t easy. The television wanted to be on, and I wanted to hear how things had progressed overnight in New Orleans and the surrounding area. I wondered how many more victims had been found in attics or in submerged cars. Was my father among them? How is Ber... Writing Jason F. Wright Mon, 12 Oct 2009 00:00:00 -0700 http://www.isnare.com/?aid=340168&ca=Writing It had been three days since Jerome called. “You can’t ignore this, Luke.” Jordan sat next to me in a booth in a deli on 7th Avenue. I took a bite of my dill pickle. “He might think you’re coming, already on your way even. You can’t leave him wondering, Luke. You can’t.” I reminded myself she was he... Writing Jason F. Wright Mon, 12 Oct 2009 00:00:00 -0700 http://www.isnare.com/?aid=340171&ca=Writing Larry Gorton’s feet were in their usual position atop his desk. “Knock, knock,” I said, pushing his door open. “Mr. Millward!” His voice was low and authoritative. “You, my former star pupil, have been delinquent. Please enter and tell me why you haven’t come to visit me in such a long time that thi... Writing Jason F. Wright Mon, 12 Oct 2009 00:00:00 -0700 http://www.isnare.com/?aid=340174&ca=Writing Larry Gorton was right. Unfortunately, having correctly predicted what he would say didn’t make hearing it any easier. I needed to make the trip. Find closure. Photograph the scenes. Give the man a proper burial back in Texas. All true. Part of me felt relieved that at least death would have ended h... Short Stories Jason F. Wright Wed, 30 Sep 2009 00:00:00 -0700 http://www.isnare.com/?aid=327533&ca=Short+Stories Six o’clock am. The TV was on again. A reporter at the Convention Center described terror overnight in a bathroom. A rape. A knife attack. Mayhem as refugees battled for water and a cot. Circumstances at the Superdome weren’t much better, warned another reporter. Gunfire peppered the air from undern... Short Stories Jason F. Wright Mon, 28 Sep 2009 00:00:00 -0700 http://www.isnare.com/?aid=326859&ca=Short+Stories I was fourteen and certainly not the most popular kid in Mrs. Ingham’s eighth grade music class. Everyone else had no trouble picking an instrument during the first week. We spent two days goofing around on twenty- year- old trombones, trumpets, clarinets, and whatever else Mrs. Ingham pulled from a...