I listen to the gunfire we cannot hear, and begin this journey with the light of knowing the root of my own furious love.
Joy HarjoIf we cry more tears we will ruin the land with salt; instead let's praise that which would distract us with despair. Make a song for death, a song for yellow teeth and bad breath
Joy HarjoIn Isleta the rainbow was a crack in the universe. We saw the barest of all life that is possible. Bright horses rolled over and over the dusking sky.
Joy Harjo