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A murder smudged in moonlight.Submerged traces of filtered guilt. Forgotten shriveled violets on the crusted windowsill. It’s not her fault.She tells herself. And…
Connie Song
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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