Indian Cartography

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In this first book of poems given by Deborah Miranda, there is sadness, stone-cold fury, and even joy.



It is hard to describe this first book of poems given by Deborah Miranda. There is sadness here, and stone-cold fury. There is also great joy, in places, if you look for it. And there is a certain passion that is best described by Deborah herself: “Because some of my relatives survived the Missions, survived secularization, survived the poverty, prejudice, alcoholism, diabetes, and abuse that followed and still persists, I am here. Because the color of my skin, my eyes, my hair, called out for those who knew me, because my longing for tribal connection ached in my bones, because of some spiraled, resilient chain of events that led me home, I know who I am. And I want these poems to say those words that testify to a miracle, that make song out of quivering air: Here we are, here we are, here we are.”



Author: Deborah A. Miranda (Ohlone-Costanoan Esselen/Chumash)

Binding Availability: Paperback

Published: 1999

Tribes/Ethnic Groups: Ohlone, Costanoan Esselen, Chumash