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…ing Wall. …ing Wall. That night, I sat at my mahogany desk, listening to the promises of an April shower. I embraced my imperfect mind, pouring the brokenness into a poem, rejoicing that my brain spoke in poetry, a God-given foreign…
Theodore McDowell
Jenine Bsharah Baines
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My daily spiritual practice. Honest to God.
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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