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I am, at my heart, a storyteller. Not in the sense of crafting tall tales for the sake of escape alone, but in the deeper, more deliberate sense of gathering pieces of life, fragments of joy, loss, wisdom, and laughter, and weaving them into something that might resonate with another soul. Coconut Muse began…

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“Such a figure, that imagination cannot form an idea of a fury from hell to look more frightful.” – Captain Charles Johnson, A General History of the Pyrates (1724) The Devil of the Outer Banks If there’s a ghost that haunts the windswept shores of the Outer Banks, it’s the fearsome pirate Blackbeard, real…

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“If life gives you limes, make margaritas.” We, the flip-flopped faithful, the tan-lined tribe of tropical daydreamers, do hereby declare this sacred scroll of sunburned wisdom: The Parrothead Manifesto. It is not a law book. It is not a rule book. It is not even laminated (because laminated things don’t float, and we always…

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“The Sea Knows Your Name” – A Poem and Reflection By The Coconut Muse The Poem A whisper in the canvas, a heave in the hull,The sea is a sermon, steady and dull. Skies wear the weight of a world not yet cried,While mountains brood silent, with secrets to hide. The sailboat leans like…

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There are sharks in the water, and not all of them have dorsal fins. In the sunlit surf of Jimmy Buffett’s 1979 single Fins, the threat isn’t a toothy great white circling below. It’s the sleek, suntanned “land sharks” who prowl the sandbars, drinks in hand, eyes scanning for the next easy catch. Released…

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In the silence between heartbeats,there lives a sound that knows your name.Before the first word, before the first wound,music was there, cradling the cosmos,a lullaby sung by stars over the sleeping earth. Music is not just art.It is therapy in motion,medicine dressed in melody,a balm that slips between the crackswhere even light is too…

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Music is more than sound, it is a force that moves the human soul, transcends boundaries, and speaks the language of emotion without the need for words.

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In a world that spins too fast,where headlines scream and time slips past,there is a sacred kind of gracethe stillness found in your own space. Not silence, but a deeper tone,the voice that hums when you’re alone,when morning light paints soft your skin,and all the noise is drawn within. Find it in the steam…

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IntroductionTucked away at the end of the Overseas Highway lies Key West, a sun-soaked island brimming with color, character, and mystery. Beyond the rum punches and coral reefs, this tiny tropical paradise holds a history as rich and unpredictable as the tides. From shipwrecks and smugglers to literary giants and ghostly legends, Key West…

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There are moments in life when words become more than just expression, they become a kind of medicine. This piece is deeply personal to me, born from quiet hours spent at the edge of the ocean, where I found pieces of myself I didn’t know were lost. Healing is rarely linear, and even more…