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Event Calendar
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special events
June 18 -22

Summer Youth Poetry Camp!

performances
June 21

Formations Series for New & Improvised Music

special events
June 25 -29

Summer Youth Poetry Camp!

readings & workshops
June 28

Poetry Reading: Elisa Karbin & Jessica L. Walsh

readings & workshops
July 10

Offsite Reading: Poetry in the Park at Juneau Park

readings & workshops
July 12

Poetry Reading: Ed Werstein & Sylvia Cavanaugh

readings & workshops
July 14

Genre: Urban Arts Reading

readings & workshops
July 18

Book Launch: Still Waters Collective, Runs Deep anthology

performances
July 19

Formations Series for New & Improvised Music

July 30 - Aug 10

Woodland Pattern Annual Inventory - STORE CLOSED

readings & workshops
August 14

Offsite Reading: Poetry in the Park - Juneau Park

performances
August 16

Formations Series for New & Improvised Music

Deborah A. Miranda

Deborah A. Miranda is an enrolled member of the Ohlone-Costanoan Esselen Nation of the Greater Monterey Bay Area, and author of the mixed-genre Bad Indians: A Tribal Memoir, two poetry collections (Indian Cartography and The Zen of La Llorona) and co-editor of Sovereign Erotics: An Anthology of Two Spirit Literature. Currently Deborah is Professor of English at Washington and Lee University where she teaches creative writing and literature. Most recently, Deborah has been working on a collection of essays and a collection of poems in the voices of each California mission.

Selected Poems

Whose Good Night?

     (after viewing the painting, "Jesuit Martyr-Saints of North America")

The Jesuits do not want to go gentle into their good night
even though it's the fastest way to martyrdom and halos;
they hold up crucifixes to show they're in the right.

Those wise men stand firm, let the tomahawk take a bite,
say their prayers at the stake as flames nibble their toes
but they'd rather not go gentle into God's goodnight.

Pierced with Indian arrows still full feathered in flight,
struck dumb by wooden warclub's brutish blows,
the Jesuits hold up crucifixes to show they're still in the right

See, already they ascend into heaven, a glorious sight
treading soft fluffy clouds with their heads all aglow;
already it's worth it, going so gently into good night.

Brave men far from home, faith your only might,
let go, let God, above all let baptismal waters flow!
Hold up your crucifixes of gold to show you're in the right

Attend your Father, your angels, look down from new height
Forgive us, we're savages made simply, from clay.
We refused to go into colonization's good night.
We gave up our bodies, we're martyrs too—right?