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… mud. My skin is cracked and dry as old tree bark, ideas hang like deadwood from moss-covered ears. Eyelids droop, heavy with sap, dreams of the old year sloughed and shed but not yet composted. Low white light penetrates the grey veil where clouds of static hover over winter-tired eyes. The s…
Caroline Mellor
Jenine Bsharah Baines
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This is so powerful! And my God the eloquence!
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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