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at this table

Perhaps the World Ends Here
~ Joy Harjo

The world begins at a kitchen table. No matter what, we must eat to live.
The gifts of earth are brought and prepared, set on the table. 211 more words

Joy Harjo

I will never forget you. Your nakedness
haunts me in the dawn when I can not distinguish your
flushed brown skin from the burning horizon, or my hands. 44 more words


Laura Da' | Interview

Kenneth P. Gurney. Tells us how you started in poetry? What age?

Laura Da’. I started writing poetry at seventeen. I was a student at the… 699 more words

“. . . You’re alone with the whirling cosmos. . .” (Edward Hirsch)

My father was the son of two New Deal Democrats who never voted for a Republican. My grandmother explained to me that the Republicans were responsible for the Great Depression, calamitous event that came close to destroying her life as it had so many others; she could never vote for a Republican for any office. 1,298 more words

4 of my poems published in Wild Horses: Women on Fire by ELJ Editions

I am honored to have four of my found poems published in Wild Horses: Women on Fire with so many amazing and powerful women writers in this annual print journal published by… 444 more words

My Poems

From Joy Harjo:

It’s nearing midnight and

something holy

Is always coming around. Take love for instance, and the

Perfect neck of a woman who’s given up everything for the…

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Joy Harjo: The Flood

The Flood:

“It had been years since I’d seen the watermonster, the snake who

lived at the bottom of the lake.  He had disappeared in the age of… 21 more words