Sign up
Sign in
The beggar’s stare grips me for a moment.He becomes human and frail.Suddenly, I love him and his bones.The brokenness of his body pulls me towards him.I want to buy him a coffee to warm his hands,shove a twenty in his tin can,tell him a private pas…
Theodore McDowell
Jenine Bsharah Baines
Follow
--
Share
A St. Francis with the leper moment.
J…Jen…Jeni…Jenine... Proper names are poetry in the raw. (W.H. Auden) Poet, singer, seeker, hippie grandmother gleefully revealing herself
Help
Status
About
Careers
Press
Blog
Privacy
Terms
Text to speech
Teams