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Why I Need Poetry

Summer rains come every day in southwest Florida.  The low-lying area of my back yard transformed into a tiny wetlands about two months ago.  This morning, as I sit here and wonder what strange message has compelled me to this … Continue reading

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Mother

Tropical Storm Chantal broke up over the Caribbean a few days ago.  What’s left of her now sweeps above southwest Florida in a lugubrious costume of gray silks and cymbals, Lady Macbeth of community theater. Nonetheless, she has grounded me … Continue reading

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Return of Daughter of Blog

I changed my mind. The old blog posts stay. I read through them and decided to continue the saga although I realized a few loose ends need to be tied up before I continue with the next chapter.  I’ll address … Continue reading

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Hope and Curiosity Compel Us Forward

“Um, sorry.  No offense, but, I like don’t care at all about your struggle to find a husband. What really interests me is the dude hunting the Skunk Apes.” Yeah, man.  I know.  It’s November, and I’m sitting in Steve … Continue reading

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The Tiger Lessons. One: Love at First Sight

  I don’t know what I expected, but I did not expect Sam’s eyes. I’d seen tigers before, in zoos, in countless nature documentaries.  Only months before this moment–the day I met Sam–I had burned up picture after picture of … Continue reading

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A Few Short Notes Reflecting Upon Watching My Friend Get Pulled into the Water

Yesterday, I had a logical but rather bizarre experience on my tour, and I want to talk about it.  Here’s what happened: a 9-foot female alligator bit John on the tongue of his snake boot and dragged him shin deep … Continue reading

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On Writing, Being in Love with a Tiger, and Going to Movies By Myself

I hate writing a novel.  It is the stupidest quote unquote dream to have.  Period.  I wish, when I’d been sitting in Helen Nicholson’s junior advanced English class at Rocky Mount Senior High School that I had decided–instead of fulfilling … Continue reading

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