Poets are melancholy and morose, right?
“I’m so happy,” says a beaming 23-year-old Marci Calabretta of Hallandale Beach.
People who write poetry can’t relate to others, correct?
“I love people. I adore people,” says 23-year-old Jose Villar of South Miami.
Most poetic souls are lonely and live in dusty attic rooms in ancient houses.
“I live in one of those over-55 ‘active’ communities,” laughs 64-year-old Adele Alexandre of Coconut Creek.