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A long-awaited collection from Chumash and O'odham poet and elder Georgiana Valoyce-Sanchez
Georgiana Valoyce-Sanchez's poems hold out their hands and welcome me home. Home to a father's lined face, hands patting dark soil, salt wind off the ocean, scent of mountains. Home to dogs living under the porch, holy starlight, and fires tended on the far shore of our dreaming, waiting for us to make that long swim to the other side. These are poems in the voice of a contemporary Chumash woman whose songs rise above genocide and reach back in time to the strength of ancestors; her vision urges us toward an inland sea filled with blossoms and seashells. Georgiana ValoyceSanchez's work is a quiet beacon of tenderness and hope for us to follow in difficult times.--Deborah A. Miranda (OhloneCostanoan Esselen and Chumash), author of Bad Indians: A Tribal Memoir
This longawaited book of poetry by Georgiana Valoyce-Sanchez is a beautiful masterwork on how to take care of the light of knowledge given to her by family, by the lands and the waters. Each poem is as delicate and precise as a carved shell. Each shellpoem reminds us of the original purpose of poetry, to function as blessing songs, as memory holders, or observations for what is humbly important but might go unseen unless given a place to live in a poem. These poems will take you to the ocean's edge and allow you to listen deeply to the blue deep. They will take you to the desert and sing into you the shimmer of rain feeding the generous expanse of sunlight. With this collection of poetry, you will make it home.--Joy Harjo (Muscogee Creek Nation), 23rd U.S. Poet Laureate
I found myself seeking communion with Georgiana Valoyce-Sanchez's work, not as an objective and separate reader but as a spirit self with a shared reverence, love of family, ancestors, and the land called Turtle Island. In Native Peoples' experience, the land is always living earth: 'The earth beneath the White Buffalo / breathes.' If we seem to huddle, alienated on this present ground, with our lonely pain, in this poet's work we expand out into space where we join a larger community and are joined in a cosmic story. 'We on earth / are so often like the driftwood / ...praying for Creative Love / to shape us into something beautiful, ' Valoyce-Sanchez says, and we become 'Seekers / who dare to believe / and follow / their own good destiny / despite all of the odds.' May we learn from her to own such love and courage.--Dave Holt (Anishinaabe Ojibwe), author of Voyages to Ancestral Islands
A LIGHT TO DO SHELLWORK BY casts a luminous and rare spiritual history on the borders of one woman's belonging. Georgiana's poems hold light from the voice of ancestors and reveal her own place in the line of their history. Like her father, an exquisite carver, she uses her power with words to inscribe her own origins from Indigenous ocean people as well as the desert nations who travel west in their song journey for salt. She sings a new passage, a shining connection of present with past and by the light of her words, this writer also delineates another truth of colonial history.--Linda Hogan (Chickasaw), author of Dark. Sweet.: New & Selected Poems
Poetry. Native American Studies. Women's Studies.
