Poe on Sullivan’s Island

By Genie Seibels
On a chilly autumn day in the year of the new millennium, I head my car out of Charleston, South Carolina up the coast, across the river and marshes to Sullivan's Island, now a settled community of mostly year round residents. Meandering, I could turn left onto Gold Bug Avenue, or Raven Drive, or turn right onto Poe Avenue, names commemorating a writer's stay on this little sea island. If I could travel far enough in time I would see a different Sullivan's Island, one remote, uninhabited, isolated. Such was the Sullivan's Island of the nineteenth century, the Sullivan's Island...