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…t with wheels that creak. I hoard the warmth of blankets, the light shimmering off broken glass, the laughter of strangers ringing like handbells, the sadness of icicles melting off black gutters. I clutch at a fading hope for balance, soothed by the sway and rattle of the metro, pretendin…
Theodore McDowell
Jenine Bsharah Baines
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J…Jen…Jeni…Jenine... Proper names are poetry in the raw. (W.H. Auden) Poet, singer, seeker, hippie grandmother gleefully revealing herself
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