This is Joy Harjo's ongoing journal of dreams, stories, poems,music, photographs, and assorted reports from her inner and outer travels about Indian country and the rest of the world .
Tonight when I looked at you As I have uncountable stares, stars and glances I did not know you How foolish that I should think I know everything about you My mystery seeks to comprehend your mystery It is unending, this unknowing
I received an email from Jim Roberts. All attempts to answer the email have failed. The emails are returned as undeliverable. If you're out there, Jim Roberts, please write again with a phone number or different email address. Thanks.