Ukraine Memories. a poem by Lauren Friesen

Lauren Friesen

Ukraine Memories 

My ancestors walked here
Among trees heavy with apples,
Plums, and cherries
Carrying baskets year in and out
For canning or asleep on screens
To dry for winter’s tastes.

My ancestors worked here
Along trenches filled with water
Pleasure rafts and fish
Conjuring new life 
From deep soils rich 
In food for the soul. 

My ancestors loved here
Amid strife and endless wars
Promulgated by empires 
Conditioned to preying
On the hearts and lives
Of ancestors who toiled here. 

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Lauren Friesen‘s poems have appeared in Dark Waters (University of Washington), Poetry Nippon, Mississippi Valley Review, Arena, and Madrona Review. He has two collections of poems “Prairie Songs”, and “The Fallow Field.” He is the recipient of the Kennedy Center Gold Medallion for excellence in university theatre. 


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Published by darcie friesen hossack

Darcie Friesen Hossack is a graduate of the Humber School for Writers. Her short story collection, Mennonites Don’t Dance, was a runner-up for the Danuta Gleed Award, shortlisted for the Commonwealth Writers Prize and the Ontario Library Association's Forest of Reading Evergreen Award for Adult Fiction. Citing irreverence, the book was banned by the LaCrete Public Library in Northern Alberta. Having mentored with Giller finalists Sandra Birdsell (The Russlander) and Gail Anderson Dargatz (Spawning Grounds, The Cure for Death by Lightening), Darcie's first novel, Stillwater, will be released in the spring of 2023. Darcie is also a four time judge of the Whistler Independent Book Awards, and a career food writer. She lives in Northern Alberta, Canada, with her husband, international award-winning chef, Dean Hossack.

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