Remember the plants, trees, animal life who all have their families, their histories too. Talk to them, listen to them. They are alive poems.
Joy HarjoThe woman hanging from the 13th floor window on the east side of Chicago is not alone...She is all the women of the apartment building who stand watching her, watching themselves.
Joy HarjoBecause Music is a language that lives in the spiritual realms, we can hear it, we can notate it and create it, but we cannot hold it in our hands
Joy Harjo