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…re was a time when rage reigned. Now a doused fireSimmering spread of dimming red rolling with ashThe wonder of dust settled in a place, un-rattled by windWet earth glue to the colony of charred flyersMoulds spread their velvet rug penetrating the grey…
Monoreena Acharjee Majumdar
Jenine Bsharah Baines
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O I love this line, Monoreena
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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