Poems about a young two-spirit Indigenous man moving through shadow and trauma toward strength and awareness.
Bones, Tyler Pennock's wise and arresting debut, is about the ways we process the traumas of our past, and about how often these experiences eliminate moments of softness and gentleness. Here, the poems journey inward, guided by the world of dreams, seeking memories of a loving sister lost beneath layers of tragedy and abuse. With bravery, the poems stand up to the demons lurking in the many shadows of their lines, seeking glimpses of a good that is always just out of reach.
At moments heartrending and gut-punching, at others still and sweet, Bones is a collection of deep and painstaking work that examines the human spirit in all of us. This is a hero's journey and a stark look at the many conditions of the soul. This is a book for survivors, for fighters, for dreamers, and for believers.
"Here is a spare and urgent voice that speaks of 'wounds and beauty,' that gestures to a story of trauma and abuse while offering us a potent journey of self-reckoning and reclamation. Bones entwines brutality with the deepest tenderness and in its clear-eyed way asks us, as poetry must, to re-see the world. " --Catherine Bush, author of Accusation and The Rules of Engagement
"Tyler Pennock's poetry unfurls like breath: measured, light, caught, whispering, and vital. It charts memory with a steady hand and unerring allegiance to locating the 'beauty/in terrible things. ' Bones addresses the effects of intergenerational, state-sponsored trauma with an enviable grace, inscribing and affirming life on the other side of overwhelming pain, abuse, and grief. It carries on, resilient, defiant, gazing at the stars, one breath at a time. " --Laurie D. Graham, author of Settler Education
"Tyler Pennock's Bones is a soft meandering through the memories of the narrator's hearthome: a place in which trauma, kinship, abuse, and nostalgia cradle one another in a circle. Here, poetics are deployed to inspect the most minute of objects with such wild abandon that the narrator transplants us into a world rife with sharpness so as to make the image complete, focussed, lifelike, photographic even as he continually 'wish[es he] were like water'. Here we find memory and dream animated in equal measure: two spirits sitting in a basement, a headless mother, a white bear, wihtiko, and a sister slowly vanishing. Lyrical, witty, heart-wrenching, and empowering, Pennock's debut book of poetry is a contemplative epic asking us to ponder the ethics of remembrance in all of its lacings of razing and revitalization. " --Joshua Whitehead, author of Full-Metal Indigiqueer and Jonny Appleseed
Under the moonlight
The softness that night gives us -
the earth rising to meet
in snow - or the glow of trilliums
where there is enough sound in a breath -
and story weave
sending out a thread of me
like a foot's condensation
drying on a summer floor
hoping the memory of me
in the eyes of others
and wounds and beauty
in terrible things
the way the wind pulls a thousand leaves
down an empty street
and when they settle - we look up
to trace the direction of the wind
On your birthday I remember
the cake she made
that we didn't expect
our faces masks of fear.
(we never liked the unexpected)
We sat staring at the cake
and her smile, twitching.
Her dark moments began to show
a lot those days,
You assured me with a wink
When a child learns
amid the fear of something
the fragility of their parent,
inside them -
of fear and empathy.