THE HOUSE ON WHITE STREET
Julie Palmer2020-09-01T10:28:33-04:00Photo on Unsplash By Rosalind Brackenbury “A poet lived there once,” my landlord told me when I first arrived in Key West in January 1992 and rented his apartment on White Street. I was at 628, two doors away from 624 White Street, a big shabby-looking “eyebrow” house with crooked shutters and a front yard full of rusting bicycles and straggly plants, a little set back from the street. The plaque on the gate advertised home-sewn shirts in Spanish. There was no plaque at that time to tell me anything about a poet. Who was the poet? Elizabeth Bishop. She had owned [...]