By Erik Parker
[Originally published in VIBE magazine April/May, 2010]

Haiti's pre-Carnival Celebration, two days before the quake. A chicken burns in the fire. (photo E. Parker)
OH MY GOD! Are you alright?!” It’s the morning after the earthquake and my wife answers the phone. She’s frantic. In the twelve hours since the quake hit, she’s heard nothing from me. I’ve been trying to get a call out every 20 minutes or so, but this is the first time my phone has rung. I search for words.




