came to Block Island in 1963 to waitress at Dead Eye Dick's. That's when she became hooked to the island--and to the Hygeia house, then a forlorn, abandoned building that was supposedly haunted.
"I used to hide up here," says Lisa, motioning to the very porch area we're sitting on talking, "with a notebook and write poems on the deck."
It was the perfect escape for a poet. The hilltop location provided her a breathtaking view of the island, yet the neglected, overgrown grass had shot up so high, no one could see her.
from The Block Island Times: Lisa Starr wraps up five years as poet laureate
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