A Breeze Swept Through

the first born of dawn woman slid out amid crimson fluid streaked with stratus clouds her body glistening August sunset pin light steam rising from her like rain on warm rocks She came when the desert day cooled and dusk began to move in in that intricate changing of time she gasped and it flows... Continue Reading →


by Joy Harjo   a woman can't survive by her breath alone   she must know the voices of the mountains she must recognize the foreverness of blue sky she must flow with the elusive bodies of night wind women who will take her into her own self   look at me i am not... Continue Reading →

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