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‘It always comes down to poetry’ – Key West’s Poet Laureate reflects on a life well lived

‘It always comes down to poetry’ – Key West’s Poet Laureate reflects on a life well lived

“Some friends and I were in Havana to ring in the New Year,” he said from his cottage’s book-crowded living room. “December, 1959, and Fidel Castro was ‘on his way’ to Havana. We were part of a mob of people who fled to Miami.” When he arrived in Miami, some friends decided to visit Key West. “Loved it on sight!” Kirby said. “My friend and I bought our first house. It was where the Banyan timeshare is now, on Whitehead Street.”…

The many lives of Mrs. Appel

The many lives of Mrs. Appel

“I never wanted to meet my birth mother while my real mother was alive. I thought it would hurt her terribly,” Toni said. “But when I finally went to Italy, it was bittersweet. I couldn’t speak Italian and she couldn’t speak English, so we had some cousins interpreting for us. Although, I was finally able to tell her, ‘Thank you for giving us the life we had in the United States.’”…

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