Last year, Joan Baez published her first-ever collection of poetry , When You See My Mother, Ask Her to Dance, expressing her thoughts on personal and family life and some of her music peers. But a few months ago, different types of verse began flowing out of her. “I saw two masked men grab a boy, and [wrote] something about beating him up and letting him fall through the cracks onto a dungeon,” she says. “It was a tough one. But that’s how it started; that was the first one.” From that point

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