You, Jane: 108 Days of American Sentence ~ Day 21 with Joan Baez

Let down my guard – split, shed my skin – Phoenix rise in my mind, no one sees.

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Spring fever brain boil – thoughts drip moist (like) sweat from Tarzan’s breast – salt on skin.

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“Nasty Man” (©️Gabriel Earl Music, 2017) (words and music by Joan Baez)

April 11, 2017
Flagstaff, AZ


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Holly hails from an illustrious lineage of fortune tellers, yogis, folk healers, troubadours and poets of the fine and mystical arts. Shape-shifting Tantric Siren of the Lunar Mysteries, she surfs the ebbs and flows of the multiverse on the Pure Sound of Creation. Her alchemy is Sacred Folly — revolutionary transformation through Love, deep play, Beauty, and music.

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