Tag Archives: Tim Miller

The Old Man’s Shed
by Tim Miller

The stakes grunted beneath his old mallet,
slowly marking off another spring garden.

But it’s winter now and there’s his oldest
tossing each soil-browned stake aside

before turning to the shed, a huge tarp and
chainlink improvisation like some low

burial mound only he could enter
upright, bent over as he already was.

He would prop his irritable mower
up on a few cinderblocks and be there

all day, the Marine tattoo near the wrist
bobbing or stretching depending on the tool.

Now the tarp pulled down, now just some roofless
unearthed room, the fence no more a barrier,

his things spread on the soil he had planted.
The son’s there all night, heavy with the

same sounds of his father, undoing decades.

 

Published in Cider Press Review, Volume 19, Issue 4.

Tim MillerTim Miller’s most recent book is the long narrative poem, To the House of the Sun (S4N Books). His other fiction and poetry have appeared in Londongrip, Poethead, The Journal (Wales), The Basil O’Flaherty, The High Window, and others. He writes about poetry, history and religion at www.wordandsilence.com

See all items about Tim Miller

Visit Tim Miller’s contributors page.

Cider Press Review Volume 19, Issue 3 is Now Online

Indulge in poems by Kelly Cressio-Moeller, Devon Miller-Duggan, Alice B. Fogel, Mary Moore, Tim Miller, Kelly Lenox, Kathryn Merwin, Simon Anton Niño Diego Baena, Katie Riley, Gail DiMaggio, Diana Gordon, Suzanne Langlois, Eve Linn, Elizabeth Paul, and Avery M. Guess. New book reviews of A Provisional Map of the Lost Continent, by Gregory Mahrer (reviewed by Gwynn O’Gara) and Illusion of an Overwhelm by Jon Amen, (reviewed by Erica Goss).

Cider Press Review Volume 19, Issue 3

Missing Child
by Tim Miller

The sound of them woke me in the morning,
feet kicking up careful spirals of leaves
and lean, low voices under my window.

All the way to the woods there’s a line of them,
a missing boy overnight their care won’t solve:
the world is too small to search all of it.

I find one to say about the garden:
my dog died is all, that’s why the hump’s there,
but now outside I feel the evil of it:

while I slept, some lost flight into the trees,
someone’s son crouching silent in the leaves
but taken anyway by the wide awake.

 

Published in Cider Press Review, Volume 19, Issue 3.

Tim MillerTim Miller’s most recent book is the long narrative poem, To the House of the Sun (S4N Books). His other fiction and poetry have appeared in Londongrip, Poethead, The Journal (Wales), The Basil O’Flaherty, The High Window, and others. He writes about poetry, history and religion at www.wordandsilence.com

See all items about Tim Miller

Visit Tim Miller’s contributors page.