• Address 720 East Locust Street | Milwaukee, WI 53212
  • Phone 414.263.5001
  • Hours Tue-Fri 11-8pm | Sat-Sun 12-5pm | Closed Mon
  • Hours Tue-Fri 11-8pm, Sat-Sun 12-5pm, Closed Mon
Event Calendar
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readings & workshops
April 6 - Jun 27

Book Club: Readshops led by Karl Gartung

readings & workshops
July 3 - Dec 30

Dhamma MKE

readings & workshops
October 22 - Dec 31

Welcome Home!: A Veterans Writing Group

exhibitions
December 8 - Jan 25

To Sight's Limit

readings & workshops
December 12

Poetry Reading: Eric Baus & Siwar Masannat

readings & workshops
December 13

Reading: Milwaukee Queer Writing Project

special events
December 15 -15

Woodland Pattern's Annual Open House

performances
December 19

Formations Series for New and Improvised Music

December 23 - Jan 1

CLOSED

special events
January 25 -26

26th Annual Poetry Marathon and Benefit

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?