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REFLECTIONS FROM MOON LADY

I'm a woman living on a tropical island off the beautiful SW Gulf Coast of Florida. I enjoy sitting with my notebook by the water under the palms that catch the constant breezes from the bay. From my patio I can watch the dolphins at play when they grace me with a visit and, a short distance away, the barnacle-encrusted manatees swim into the lagoon and sometimes stay for hours, charming the islanders with their slow, funny antics.

In addition to reading and writing contemporary poetry, I enjoy fantasy fiction and historical mysteries. I often listen to radio dramas on BBC radio and enjoy watching the Britcoms on BBC America. I love the mythology and legends of the British Isles, as my ancestry is Scots-Irish and Danish going back to the Viking warrior, Somerled.

I've played contemporary Native American Flute for 20 years and had the opportunity to personally mentor for a week with NAF recording artist, R. Carlos Nakai (Navajo/Ute), whose beautiful music continues to inspire me. www.rcarlosnakai.com





  • Last seen on Oct 9 9:04 AM. Member since June 11, 2007.
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  • I am a woman from Florida (United States)
  • When I'm not writing, I'm Reading, watching films, and moon gazing over the bay.
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  • Into Africa: A Tribute to Dan Eldon (1970 - 1993) at sharepoetry
    Africa was never on my itinerary, / the route clearly marked on my ancestral map of Ireland, / spread out on the floor like a patchwork quilt / so I could smooth out the crinkly creases / that never folded up the same way twice. / / My eyes
  • Moon Woman Part 1: Tryst at sharepoetry
    The woman's thighs hug the horse's sides, / making the saddle leather creak. / Warm breasts press hard against the other rider's back. / He shudders, feeling their heat burn through his cloak. / / Flying hair tangles with silver mane / as boo
  • Texas Heat and Ansel Adams at sharepoetry
    Taking a last deep breath / of the cool circulating air, / I open the car door and step out / into the Texas heat. / / Palpable and cloying, it hits me: / steamy fingers clawing little troughs of sweat / along forehead, cheeks, and back;

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