I have more questions than answers in this world as do most poets and writers. The field of memory we exist in is absolutely encompassing and is both a question and answer. It is memory that provides the heart with… — Joy Harjo Copy Share Image
It's important as a writer to do my art well and do it in a way that is powerful and beautiful and meaningful, so that my work regenerates the people, certainly Indian people, and the earth and the sun. And… — Joy Harjo Copy Share Image
If we cry more tears we will ruin the land with salt; instead let's praise that which would distract us with despair. Make a… — Joy Harjo Copy Share Image
“This morning when I looked out the roof window before dawn and a few stars were still caught in the fragile weft of ebony… — Joy Harjo Copy Share Image
In Isleta the rainbow was a crack in the universe. We saw the barest of all life that is possible. Bright horses rolled over… — Joy Harjo Copy Share Image
A story matrix connects all of us. There are rules, processes, and circles of responsibility in this world. And the story begins exactly where… — Joy Harjo Copy Share Image
“Be respectful of the small insects, birds and animal people who accompany you. Ask their forgiveness for the harm we humans have brought down… — Joy Harjo Copy Share Image
I can hear the sizzle of newborn stars, and know anything of meaning, of the fierce magic emerging here. I am witness to flexible… — Joy Harjo Copy Share Image
“It's possible to understand the world from studying a leaf. You can comprehend the laws of aerodynamics, mathematics, poetry and biology through the complex… — Joy Harjo Copy Share Image
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 Harjo Copy Share Image
There is no separation. We are all from the same place. As long as there is respect and acknowledgement of connections, things continue working.… — Joy Harjo Copy Share Image
“I release you, my beautiful and terrible fear. I release you. You were my beloved and hate twin, but now, I don't know you… — Joy Harjo Copy Share Image
