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She rolls awaycurled like a fetusin the womb of her despairthat has her trauma-bondedin the net of his dark pastA long-dead fatherwho returns in the night…
Carolyn Hastings
Jenine Bsharah Baines
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Oh, such a powerful poem, Carolyn! Bravas
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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