Joni Mitchell
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National Poetry Month: “Joni”
Her voice was strong and husky the effect of smoking a thousand cigarettes over as many nights. In front of a canvas in her gray room a paintbrush in her hands, the palette skewed towards ocher. she dipped it in to make her mark signing softly to herself a song she didn’t write, but loved. Then she…
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Joni Mitchell Cries
She cried when they walked on the moon she was inconsolable hyperkinetic. She will never be that young again never so full of life as that summer of 1969 when two men scrabbled over rocks and dust and looked back at the planet they came from, a small blue oval graffitied by white hanging in…
The Numinous Cosmos 