By Jennifer Brookins


What happened to old friend Raggedy Ann, my journals filled with poetry – helter-skelter meanderings written walking along river’s edge when life seemed too hopeless to go on. But on this wondrous autumn day, leaves the color of ripe pimento fall breathlessly in every corner of my garden … yesterdays heartaches replaced with sonnets.

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