I am in awe.

All the clocks in all my rooms are drunk. Not one of them can tell the time of us. Pick them up, shake them, turn them upside down — but they never tell both sides of the story. Mark the morning, midday and midnight of us in the translations of missives via digital discourse — no less literary than if they’d been inked on the finest vellum.
Threaded Chronologies of Longing
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Melissa Coffey
Jenine Bsharah Baines
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Nov 22, 2021
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I am in awe.
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Written by Jenine Bsharah Baines3K Followers
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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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