Two trees frame my backyard, planted from rogue seedlings sprung in fallow pots, thirty-one, twenty-eight years ago, when I sowed the two saplings above the afterbirth of my two sons. Alders were what I had in the pot at the time. There was no master plan, no forced metaphor in mind. I save things without […]
Philip Middlemiss
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The Itch
Often it can’t be scratched, And rarely defined this human itch. It tickles just beyond reach, And niggles below the briefness Of accomplishment. Some say love is the calming salve, While some say it is the cause, And still others blame Job For forcing the question. And I once prayed in chapels That echoed with […]
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A Simple Box
Really quite easy; Four and a half inches by Six and a half By Eight and a half. Could hide $50,000 in hundreds, Jewelry, deeds, promises never honored and buried in the backyard. Archeologists would signify its history. A box to hold a cremated man From 250 pounds to one hundred pounds. Because fat burns […]