“The trees around here” By Julia in her bed

Wednesday, March 14, 2018
11:14pm
5 minutes
Intrigue In The Trees
John Brehm

The trees around this place remind me of the book I said I’d write. If only there was time, or if Roddy wasn’t sick, or if the dog would let himself out of the flapping door.

The red ones remind me of all the vanity.
Blood beech. Not meant to be that way.
Something wrong with it. Metabolic disorder. Not enough sunlight.

Here, let’s plant the thing in a park filled with green. Keep your mind off the everyday. Give you something to hold onto. They didn’t know it is harder for the tree. It is always harder for the tree left in the middle. The example. Pose for your photograph. Backdrop perfect for the wedding pictures. And I keep wishing Roddy could choose another city to die in. I don’t want to think of him every time I see the post office. Or the sad red tree in the middle of the park. One thing sick and the rest of them fine and far away. Normal. I don’t need any reminders of that.

“The trees around here” by Sasha at her desk

Wednesday, March 14, 2018
11:21pm
5 minutes
Intrigue In The Trees
John Brehm

The trees around here speak a language I know
it comes through their bark
the flush of spring in the buds
the leaves changing colour

The trees around here know when I’m breaking
know when I’m full
know when the moon is waning
and all bets are off

The trees around here see how we miss eachother
they stretch into morning with longing
with hoping
they smile at the sun when she weaves light

The trees around here know our names
know our fakery and our laughter
know our hopes
know our full bellies