Short Stories and Poems

October Misery

I.Leaves are heavy today;

Hold dead on the trees.

No sun, rain, light or sound

to play off the 

Off the dry mountain.

No crows cavort through trees in chase

Riverbed full of dried rock and poison ivy

Distant hum of highway

brown garbage bins stare open with gaping jaws.



Weights  clunk to the  bottom of the pool;

Their images wavy under cold currents.

whistle blows and we, shivering in our plain tank suits

and white rubber caps. fall 

in and tunnel down,

to the dead bodies

Ear pressure.

Struggle to reenter air and

Fight to carry their weight.

Clinging to the side of the slimy edge that

Smacks our faces with chlorine.


Such is this day.

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