Walk

2012-01-22T08:15:00.001-10:00

A dead umbrella Carryout Styrofoam Crow with orange in his beak Blue wad of gum Ferns drinking rain Winds visiting from the north A black squirrel who likes my singing Crisp holly with red berries A dead umbrella More winds Giants with roots into the earth and sky I lean against them before turning in My song returns from where it came c Joy Harjo January 22, 12 Vancouver

Muscogee Nation News Column December 2011

2012-01-06T03:10:00.002-10:00

Literary Salon Spotlights Famed Iowa Writers’ Workshop

2011-11-17T19:40:00.001-10:00

NOVEMBER 14 Las Vegas Literary Salon Spotlights Famed Iowa Writers’ Workshop Acclaimed authors to read at The Lady Silvia Saturday, November 19th 6-7:30 pm LAS VEGAS - Five acclaimed writers, all classmates at the famed Iowa Writers’ Workshop, will gather for conversation and readings on Saturday, November 19, 6:00 pm - 7:30 pm at The Lady Silvia located in Soho Lofts, 900 S. Las Vegas

MNN Column October 2011

2011-11-06T04:28:00.003-10:00

(This may be the last of the new poems I post...I've been advised by my editor that if I post my work here, no one will buy my books. I can post notes. JH) for Anuqsraaq and Qituvituaq I fly over the Bering Sea toward Nome. In the breaking up ice are turquoise lakes In which I can see the sky. The cargo load so heavy with human need, it Vibrates to my bones. In

The Los Alamos Fire, from the Sky, Yesterday July 5th--

2011-07-06T06:54:00.000-10:00

Mural by Leslie Silko, outside Lucca, Italy 2011

2011-06-30T10:15:00.002-10:00

Leslie created this mural as a gift to her/our translator Laura Coltelli. She is still doing a little touch up. Notice the sunlight coming in on the Sun Person's head.

Solstice Paddle

2011-06-20T07:09:00.001-10:00

We were there at the mouth of the windblown channel Near the end of a paddle The sky was opening up just as it was closing down Kokohead stood in a warrior cape of mist above us And below the boat rolled the blue kingdom of knowledge. We paused there at the culmination of ten thousand paths: Six travelers pulling together in that sacred outrigger. As the day lay down

Spirit Walking in Nome Tundra/Revision

2011-05-26T10:40:00.001-10:00

for Qituvituaq I fly over the Bering Sea toward Nome. In the breaking ice are turquoise lakes in which I can see the sky. The cargo load, so heavy with human need, vibrates to my bones. I walk from the plane and am met by an old friend. We drive to the launching place. Walrus hunters set out toward the sea. We swing to the summer camps where seal hangs on

Astral Projection or Spirit Walking (poem draft)

2011-05-23T10:05:00.000-10:00

for Qituvituaq I fly over the Bering Sea toward Nome. The ice is breaking up. There are lakes in the ice in which I can see my face. I am in my body, and then I am in a plane. We are so heavy with human need. The cargo load vibrates to my bones. In pockets of marrow are nests of sea birds. They are so protective they will dive us. I walk from the plane and am

Blood Lust

2011-05-03T13:03:00.001-10:00

Like many others I too am disturbed by the blood lust celebrations over the killing of Osama Bin Laden. Yes, Bin Laden is responsible for the deaths of thousands--but killing is no cause for celebration. Instead, this should be a time of introspection, of searching within our collective soul to properly bury the dead within us--to forgive and be forgiven.

Joy on the Radio tomorrow at 9 am PST

2011-03-10T19:11:00.004-10:00

March 11, 20118:30 am PST for 15 minutesThe Co-Creating Show with Cassie StealListen Live or Listen to a Replay Later: http://www.blogtalkradio.com/cassiesteele/2011/03/11/cassie-premo-steeles-co-creating-showCall in 347-205-9143

Star House Astrology Correct Link

2011-03-05T09:50:00.001-10:00

http://starhouseastrology.com/Thanks for looking!!

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