Early in gestation, there was "Little Mango." An ultrasound later found "Little Mango" to be "Mango Man." Upon birth, a mango tree was gifted for the arrival of James (in case he became a doctor) "Jaime" (J'aime is to love... en français) Eaton (family name, common middle name with Dad) Riley (adapted Irish surname while historic family line lived in England). The magnificent genius of the genus Mangifera seemed to lay dormant for several years. In reality, and fiction and metafiction and surrealism and ismisms-galore... the creative juices kept swirling under various appellations. One day, Dad brought home a young mango tree, born and raised through childhood in Key West, FL. The mango tree was driven to the univeristy town of Tallahassee, FL and weathered a winter there, where the leaves fell off. The tree seemed to lay dead for several weeks. In late spring, and through this day forward, a renaissance of bright red leaves have bloomed and matured. The allonym associated with this blog, "Mango," resurfaced when a poetry teacher collected the first day's attendance, and it then sustained recognition throughtout the whole semester. Without further egocentric fuss, here begins an online collection which includes my interests and views, my poems and tunes, my foods and whatever I choose to peruse. This is The Mango Muse.
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