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This poem was written the day I learned that my father and my best friend’s husband were diagnosed with cancer. I didn’t know how to react or take the news and live with it. We do what we need to do in order to survive, and we don’t have time to think how it all feels. La…
Iva Hotko
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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