Capsule Stories Winter 2020 Edition: Bare Bones
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Featuring poetry and prose by established and emerging writers, Capsule Stories Winter 2020 Edition explores the theme Bare Bones. Read wintry writings that tell of loss and heartbreak in the coldest season of your life. These stories and poems are open and vulnerable as writers lay bare their grief, sadness, and tiredness. Allow yourse
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Capsule Stories Winter 2020 Edition - Capsule Stories
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Natasha Lioe, Founder and Publisher
Carolina VonKampen, Publisher and Editor in Chief
Cover art by Matthew Torres
Book design by Carolina VonKampen
Ebook design by Lorie DeWorken
Paperback ISBN: 978-1-953958-00-6
Ebook ISBN: 978-1-953958-01-3
© Capsule Stories LLC 2020
All authors retain full rights to their work after publication.
No part of this book may be reproduced, scanned, distributed, or used in any manner without written permission of Capsule Stories except for use of quotations in a book review.
Capsule Stories: Winter 2020 EditionContents
Letters from the Editors
Prologue: Bare Bones
Being Brave in the Cold—Glennys Egan
Going for Coffee on a Winter’s Morning—John Grey
Winterstorm—E. Samples
Encounter with Thirty Ravens—Lucy Tyrrell
Dandelion-Head—Abigail Swoboda
Ask Me What It Was Like to Be Raised by an Angel and a Devil—Eva Lynch-Comer
In Morning—Eva Lynch-Comer
Unkissable—Swastika Jajoo
It’s Winter and I Fall in Love—Eddie L House
slain spring—Linda M. Crate
ebbing—Shufei Ewe
Haikus for My Daughter—Morgan Russell
Monsoon of Mediocrity—Morgan Russell
I Guess This Is Goodbye—Savannah Cooper
Elegy—Savannah Cooper
Loose Strings—Savannah Cooper
One Day—Savannah Cooper
Fantoccini—Kirsten Luckins
One Way—Natalie Marino
Last Photograph—Natalie Marino
Backbone in Minnesota, Winter—Nancy K. Dobson
No Socks for a Martyr—Nancy K. Dobson
Thrill Seeker—Nancy K. Dobson
black ice/haiku—Isabella J Mansfield
Some Years Are Like That—Isabella J Mansfield
Body of Water—Isabella J Mansfield
somewhere / places—Noah Letscher
Stranger—Nick Newman
the season that preys—john compton
i wear you—john compton
Asking the Proper Questions—Mallory Pearson
Good Night Call—Swastika Jajoo
We Are a Family of Snow People—Swastika Jajoo
A Flower behind My Grandfather’s Ear—Swastika Jajoo
Early Onset Freeze—Mary Alice Dixon
There Will Be Too Much to Restore—Kayla King
Like Water in the Palm of My Hand—Lois Roma-Deeley
Bone Memory—Kayla King
Farewell Is a Thing without Feathers—Kayla King
A Memory of Winter, Denver—Barbara Simmons
The Cell Phone Rings inside My Pocket—Lois Roma-Deeley
Midnight Attempts to Keep Me Calm—Lois Roma-Deeley
Solstice—Ed Ruzicka
To the Man Who Can’t Tell Me He Loves Me—Claire Marsden
Winter—Claire Marsden
Songlines—Claire Marsden
The Song in the Well—Rebecca Harrison
Breaking Point—Jessica Kim
Mom’s Hot Chocolate—Alexa Hailey
Persolus, Patron Saint of Isolation—Paulie Lipman
Medius, Patron Saint of Uncertainty—Paulie Lipman
Steven without the T—Lew Furber
Snow for Your Birthday—E. Samples
December, Outside Exit 110—E. Samples
rivulet—E. Samples
Orange Ribbon for Multiple Sclerosis—Morgan Russell
Burnout—Kendra Nuttall
Christmas Eve—Kendra Nuttall
Good and Valuable Consideration—Frances Boyle
Dear Winter—Kaci Skiles Laws
Alpha and Omega—Kathryn Sadakierski
Waning Refrain—Kathryn Sadakierski
Contributors
Editorial Staff
Submission Guidelines
Letters from the Editors
It’s winter, and we’ve made it to the end of 2020. I don’t think any of us imagined that we would be where we are, doing (or not doing) the things we took for granted, like seeing strangers smile, petting people’s dogs, or trying on clothes at the mall. This year has felt like a stripped-down version of reality. Fewer friends, awkward Zoom calls, and feeling invisible as you walk through the grocery store aisles. Loss of life. An indefatigable feeling of loneliness. I hope that there have been moments of joy, and peace, and love, in this year for you. I hope that even though we might all be going through crises, physical, financial, existential, that we remember that the moments in between the chaos are what the point of it all is.
—Natasha Lioe, Founder and Publisher
I’ve always loved the way bare tree branches look in the winter. I find myself drawn to them as I go for walks in the park or long drives across the countryside. There is such beauty in the patterns they sketch across the gray sky. The trees have nothing to hide behind in winter, and I am in awe of their vulnerability. Being vulnerable isn’t easy for me. I’m in awe when writers are able to be so vulnerable on the page, laying bare their grief, sadness, tiredness. This edition of Capsule Stories gives writers a place to be open and vulnerable, a sentiment that Glennys Egan captures perfectly in her poem Being Brave in the Cold
: I’ll learn to let / the warm sweater of / my grief fall open / without moving to cover / my bare left breast / . . . / I don’t apologize / for what you find.
As you read, allow yourself to feel those feelings and be vulnerable. But remember that it gets better, and spring will be here soon.
—Carolina VonKampen, Publisher and Editor in Chief
Content warning: This edition explore themes such as pregnancy/child loss, eating disorders, death, sexual assault, child abuse, and homophobia.
Prologue
Bare Bones
It begins with the chills in the morning as you pull up the comforter and wish for five more minutes. When you realize that the sky is just a little bit darker, that your windows are fogged up in your car. When you take a walk and look at the massive trees towering over you, branches pointing at the sky, and you wonder, do the trees ever get tired of standing? Perhaps the wind threatens to blow them down, but there they stand, stoic, strong, unmoving. Their colorful leaves have fallen, and their branches are dark, like wooden cracks that have shattered the sky.
Slowly, day by day, the entire world changes.
Being Brave in the Cold
Glennys Egan
Science tells me
and I believe
why the snow falls
and the door jamb contracts
and the plastic cracks
but the liquor doesn’t freeze.
How is it, though,
that the trees can stand
so sparse, exposed
and come spring
still bloom unabashedly
back to life?
Vulnerability
gifted and received;
their naked dormancy
not punishment
but relief.
Perhaps this is the year
I’ll learn to let
the warm sweater of
my grief fall open
without moving to cover
my bare left breast.
The sun low,
your irises expand
at the sight.
I don’t apologize
for what you find.
Come the melt,
when the door begins
to bulge back
against the thresh,
we’ll step boldly over it into
a