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…e. As I do I change into the outside. I am an atmosphere. I am the medium of light. Without a form. Suddenly I am only a presence that makes noise. Go wherever the wind does. I am poured into all the empty spaces. A yawning throat. A lonely cave. A pocket.
J.D. Harms
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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