Our Familiar Hunger
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Our Familiar Hunger is a book about the strength, will, struggle and fortitude of generations of women and how those relationships and knowledges interact, inform, transform and burden. These poems are memories of reclaimed history and attempts at starting over in a new place. They are the fractured reality of trickle-down inheritance, studies of the epigenetic grief we carry and the myriad ways that interferes or interprets our best attempts.
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Our Familiar Hunger - Laisha Rosnau
They Test the Bones
The Last Best West: Three Promotional Posters
1.
Free 160 acres of farmland
in western Canada! Homes
for everyone, easy to reach.
Nothing to fear. Protected
by government.
Wheat land, land for mixed
farming, land for raising cattle.
Rich virgin soil.
Westward the star of the Empire
makes its way.
This is your opportunity.
Why not embrace it?
2.
The country for agriculturalists!
Free grants of land, good wages,
cheap provisions, light taxes,
free schools.
Assisted passages are granted
by the Government of Canada
to farm labourers, domestic servants,
and others.
3.
Why? Because no other country offers
anything like it—a free farm,
a fine climate, a fair charge
for every man.
Castle Mountain, Canada
The posters promised farms, fields
stencilled yellow against the stamp
of sky burning blue. Red barn,
woman in white, dress licked by wind,
baby on one arm, the other raised in salute
to a man imagined beyond the page.
We’d not seen picture books, our own
stories not illustrated but told, but we were
lured by drawings like children. Tricked.
We came and they took the men away
from prairies surging with long grasses
and into mountains of bald-faced rock—
replaced unbroken horizons with wire,
gave them shovels and demanded
they tunnel into rock until roads appeared,
which would lead to peaks so beautiful
they would be renamed castles—national
treasures—and our men would be released,
brittle as split rock and sent, not home,
but to the prairie where our own skin
was cracked, soles of feet as thick as leather.
We became hardy with absence and when
they returned, we danced and sang,
our throats raw with gratitude
as curdled as the milk we’d make into cream,
sucked off spoons, our lips closed around
the taste, mouths silent against words.
What we didn’t say: we were the women
from the posters, waving goodbye with babies
plump in our arms, chicken fat at our feet,
men unseen beyond the edge of the picture.
The wind always bracing, clean.
Beast Against the Yoke
We can’t remember if we made it up,
the bit about our grandparents’ early years
on the prairie, how they were so poor
they couldn’t afford a horse to pull the plough
so Baba filled the part, acted as beast
against the yoke, furrowed the stony plain
with her own heat and muscle.
Imagine the will to keep going, clear the land
of rock and tree then seed rows with boot soles
worn of ridges, turning dirt like dull spades.
To watch crops of baptismal certificates,
high school diplomas, university degrees,
marriage