Meet the Azaleaville Literary Guild
Though they arrived quietly and without fanfare, Reginald C. Moone and his wife Lenore have become cherished voices in our neighborhood’s growing literary scene. Hailing from parts unknown, Reginald claims to have once run a used bookshop in Key West, while Lenore simply says she follows the weather. The couple settled in Azaleaville and have been writing ever since. Reginald’s poems are formal, thoughtful, and steeped in nostalgia, while Lenore prefers the delicate brushstrokes of haiku. Together, their work captures the small wonders of Florida life. Sonny, their teenage son often contributes limericks, despite repeated requests that he stop.
November in Azaleaville
by Reginald C. Moone
The clocks retreat, the sunlight bends,
The jasmine’s reign politely ends.
Azalea’s air turns crisp, yet kind—
A softer mood, a tempered mind.
The egrets trade their silver streams
For broader flights and distant dreams.
The porches glow at suppertime,
With neighbors’ laughter half in rhyme.
A quiet pride, a resting will—
The year leans back in Azaleaville.
Azaleaville Literary Guild — Sonny Moone
“Sonny Moone contributes regularly to the Guild, despite repeated requests that he stop.”
A perennial favorite in the “so-bad-it’s-good” category, Sonny’s limericks are renowned for their brave disregard for logic, meter, and sometimes taste. We present them for scholarly purposes and because he keeps finding the submission box.