Jan Darrow - Among the Trees / I Am

Among the Trees




there’s nothing odd about the orchard

except it’s old

the trees are lined in rows beyond a wall of stones

the house that once belonged 

has scattered long ago

a time worn life light whirled away by wind




the years have turned to cars now 

driving down this gravel road

past the faded rows of apple trees 

remain some stooped

old men 

their broken cane like branches prop them up 

and yet they blossom in the spring
















I Am




splintered at the shallow end

don't think you can strike a piece of steel

against my bones

you can't put me back together

and though the leaking

has begun

I wish I could not say

I know that I will stay

until I drown



















Jan Darrow is a graduate of the University of Michigan and currently lives in Michigan with her husband and daughter. She has always been interested in the paranormal, and finds abandoned places utterly beautiful. She has been published online and in print.