Potential Titles: Parneshia Jones
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Six daughters gather space and time - Parneshia Jones "Congregation"
Recipes as old as the cauldron - Parneshia Jones "Congregation"
Sizzles a sermon from the stove - Parneshia Jones "Congregation"
Soaked with breeze and sun - Parneshia Jones "Congregation"
Jelly jars tinted with homemade whiskey - Parneshia Jones "Congregation"
Wide awake in their nightmares - Parneshia Jones "My Mother and Lucille Clifton Have Tea"
Could drown standing up - Parneshia Jones "My Mother and Lucille Clifton Have Tea"
Fear death no longer - Parneshia Jones "My Mother and Lucille Clifton Have Tea"
This grief with no name - Parneshia Jones "My Mother and Lucille Clifton Have Tea"
I stand before my routine reflection - Parneshia Jones "What Would Gwendolyn Brooks Do"
The new wreckage of the world - Parneshia Jones "What Would Gwendolyn Brooks Do"
Dawn oversees percolating coffee - Parneshia Jones "What Would Gwendolyn Brooks Do"
And seal cracked lips of distrust - Parneshia Jones "What Would Gwendolyn Brooks Do"
Another day of fractured humans - Parneshia Jones "What Would Gwendolyn Brooks Do"
Slammed, severed, and swindled - Parneshia Jones "What Would Gwendolyn Brooks Do"
Platinum but hollow inside - Parneshia Jones "What Would Gwendolyn Brooks Do"
One step closer to annihilation - Parneshia Jones "What Would Gwendolyn Brooks Do"
The last of the disappearing bees - Parneshia Jones "What Would Gwendolyn Brooks Do"
Tasted empathy and paid it forward - Parneshia Jones "What Would Gwendolyn Brooks Do"
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Recipes as old as the cauldron - Parneshia Jones "Congregation"
Sizzles a sermon from the stove - Parneshia Jones "Congregation"
Soaked with breeze and sun - Parneshia Jones "Congregation"
Jelly jars tinted with homemade whiskey - Parneshia Jones "Congregation"
Wide awake in their nightmares - Parneshia Jones "My Mother and Lucille Clifton Have Tea"
Could drown standing up - Parneshia Jones "My Mother and Lucille Clifton Have Tea"
Fear death no longer - Parneshia Jones "My Mother and Lucille Clifton Have Tea"
This grief with no name - Parneshia Jones "My Mother and Lucille Clifton Have Tea"
I stand before my routine reflection - Parneshia Jones "What Would Gwendolyn Brooks Do"
The new wreckage of the world - Parneshia Jones "What Would Gwendolyn Brooks Do"
Dawn oversees percolating coffee - Parneshia Jones "What Would Gwendolyn Brooks Do"
And seal cracked lips of distrust - Parneshia Jones "What Would Gwendolyn Brooks Do"
Another day of fractured humans - Parneshia Jones "What Would Gwendolyn Brooks Do"
Slammed, severed, and swindled - Parneshia Jones "What Would Gwendolyn Brooks Do"
Platinum but hollow inside - Parneshia Jones "What Would Gwendolyn Brooks Do"
One step closer to annihilation - Parneshia Jones "What Would Gwendolyn Brooks Do"
The last of the disappearing bees - Parneshia Jones "What Would Gwendolyn Brooks Do"
Tasted empathy and paid it forward - Parneshia Jones "What Would Gwendolyn Brooks Do"
Poet's page at poets.org.
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