Well I have to tell you that I fell in love with Charleston. And I fell in love with my husband, well duh, and it all started in Charleston. So I really do have an incredible love affair with this city. I might love almost everything about it. The way it smells, like a city dipped in salt and sea, drying out on the edge of this Lowcountry region which I call hone. The way it looks, with steeple upon steeple reaching up through the sticky humid air. Always heavenward. The holy city. The homes and gardens which I find myself staring at like a young girl with a high school crush. The little bit of bustle which reminds me of Europe and a Southern New York CIty rolled into one small charming city that feels more like a town.
And poetry. And books. And very old things. In Charleston. Well put them in a pot of goodness and you have some yummies for my Southern born and bred heart and soul.
Today I am honored to be at Tweetspeak Poetry with a piece I wrote for their Literary Tour column. Come see what I write about and help keep me company over there.
You are cordially invited. And I promise to roll out a little Southern Hospitality. I might get a little lonely away from my home here. So come visit and leave a comment.
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I am honored and humbled to be with such a warm community. You will like it too if you have never been.