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… ice sun hangs over the mast. But it’s burning. Me. Why do people think this star gave birth to us? If we were stars, I’d inhabit a sea of blackness and that would feel good. For now I am in the spotlight.
J.D. Harms
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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