Perhaps the world will end at the kitchen table, while we are laughing and crying, eating of the last sweet bite.
Joy HarjoMy sister accommodates me, never reproaches me with her doctrine, never tries to change me. She accepts and loves me, despite our differences.
Joy HarjoI listen to the gunfire we cannot hear, and begin this journey with the light of knowing the root of my own furious love.
Joy Harjo