life and death
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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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National Poetry Month: “E.P.C.O.T.”
Uncle Walt takes a deep breath as deep as his remaining lung will allow. “There are things undone of course, but I linger along the shores of the living. The power is going out. The ego will give way to the Id the barest aspect of my nature will lie revealed as the vital force…
The Numinous Cosmos 