We're headed for Key West today to attend the fabulous FIU Writers' Conference. After watching a pretty mean hurricane season, you'd think we'd be clear for mid-October.
Wilma! The tropical storm is well south of the Cayman Islands and Cuba. Could be a hurricane when the conference ends this weekend. Will probably head west of us.
Some topics for poetry workshops at the conference:
Fear is just a word.
What's that whistling sound?
Ode to plywood.
Lift that mattress and let me in.
Isn't that Anderson Cooper out there on the corner?
The wind cries, Mary?
So do I, Mary!
We flew in and somehow we'll fly out!
Yabba, dabba do! Wilma.
Looking into the eye of the muse.
Topics if the conference is cancelled:
You don't need a poetry workshop to know which way the wind blows.
A flood of letters in Wilma's wake.
What Denise and Nick would have said, what I would have written, what they would have said.
And finally, John Dufresne must be really pissed off now (he hates hurricanes).
And so on. If the airline flies, so do Mary and I. (We fly out late.) If not, that would be a great disappointment (its been several years) but glad we bought the travel company refund insurance.
