Capsule Stories Autumn 2022 Edition: Falling Leaves
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Featuring poetry and prose, Capsule Stories Autumn 2022 Edition explores the theme Falling Leaves through melancholy yet hopeful writing about falling, leaving, and letting go. These stories and poems reflect on a season of change in life. Read about grieving a loved one, leaving the only place you've ever known as home, falling out of
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Capsule Stories Autumn 2022 Edition - Capsule Stories
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Capsule Stories: Autumn 2022 EditionContents
Prologue: Falling Leaves
The End of Summer—Anna Kibbey
Feuilles d’automne—Mary McColley
Fall—Mary McColley
Hometown, or Trees—Mary McColley
Down Down Down—Mary McColley
Gray Day—Paul Hostovsky
Ashes—Sam Neboschizkij
Empty Spaces—Nancy Huggett
To the Woods—Katherine D. Perry
September’s End—Ann Weil
This Life—Eve Croskery
The Season for Sowing—Eve Croskery
Shorter Days—Mary Clements Fisher
The North Garden—Susan Alexander
Dust—Susan Alexander
How to Let Go—Mona Anderson
October Arrival—Jodie Duffy
Mother Tree—Cynthia Landesberg
Assimilation—Emerald Liu
Mid-Autumn—Emerald Liu
Parting—Emerald Liu
Deer Visits—Jennifer Clark
Dear Tree Committee—Jennifer Clark
Try to Remember—Emma Thom
The Quietness of Litterfall—Veronica Nation
Searching for Remnants—Veronica Nation
Dental Records—Isabel Glass
The Trouble with Tenderness—Gita Labrador
Cold beneath the Mountain Ash—Shaun Anthony McMichael
Stop-Motion—Kim Weldin
City of Hope—Aiden Heung
Sixi Field—Aiden Heung
Meet Me under the Birches—Beck Anson
Rebuilding—Beck Anson
8—Beck Anson
If This Is How It Has to End—Marisa P. Clark
Ride to Work—Marisa P. Clark
Same Old, Same Old—Marisa P. Clark
The Definition of Home—Taylor Stanton
October Morning Raking Leaves—Joan Mazza
Here Comes Another Winter—Joan Mazza
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Falling Leaves
As you walk home, the leaves swirl around your feet, crunching beneath your shoes with each step. Reds, oranges, yellows, and browns color the street so vibrantly that you stop and take a photo. For a brief moment, you want to send her the photo, to share this beauty with her, and then you remember that she’s gone. You put your phone back in your jacket pocket and shuffle down the sidewalk, lost in memories. You don’t look up until you’re home. The big oak tree in the front yard welcomes you, its yellow-sleeved branches rustling in the wind and waving hello.
The oak is dying. The arborist said it wouldn’t last much longer and that he would come back before spring to cut it down. You agreed and set up the appointment, though the thought of losing the tree stung your eyes with tears. The oak shades half the house, dapples the wood floors with patterned sunlight in the late afternoon, covers the sky in a canopy of green half the year, blankets the ground in color each fall. It’s part of your home, a constant in your life, the way you tell the seasons. Its whispering branches lull you to sleep each night. But the oak, too, will leave you sooner than you’d expected—at least you have time to say goodbye.
You make a cup of tea and sit on the window seat in the living room facing the oak. A squirrel scurries up the thick trunk to some unseen hiding place to store its food for the winter. Does it know the tree is dying, that its days are numbered? Next year, the front yard will look empty without the oak. Maybe you’ll plant a new tree, full of hope and promise. But for now, you’re content to sit and watch the tree unclench its tight fists and let go, golden leaves floating from tree to ground.
The End of Summer
Anna Kibbey
She breaks one night in
September, scatters fountains
on our scorched eyelids
her ragged laughter
overhead, diamonds spilled
across morning lawns
diminuendo
that single, long-held chord can
still blush apple cheeks
yields such sweetness in
her decay, the sealed jam jars
in memory of quince
of sun-drunk plums splashed
on sheets, innards mined by wasps
like forensic drones
October conducts
its chaos of leaves, bronzing
on mist’s eiderdown
hollow, beneath it,
she’s sleeping more, doesn’t eat,
yet the slip of her
holds on so fiercely,
her fingers rake deep furrows
as she leaves, the turn
almost a relief,
that nothing, no one, dies as
beautifully as her.
Feuilles d’automne
Mary McColley
When the berries turned orange, I turned gray
though my hair still summer-blonde, still twisting gilt
in summer-light (no alchemy succeeds)
Wore my soul on my heels, ran and ran
in shadows, past trees’ river-doubles
(rippling, shuddering selves)
Scraped my fingers on bark to feel something,
grew my hair long and bound it in knots
atop my skull (crown of split endings,
forked like snake-tongues)
I coughed like I could spit out my heart
but there was only fall’s phlegm within me.
Fall
Mary McColley
Ducks spear the water—
The leaves have lost their pretense of green,
they die as we all do, individually
The spines, the stems snap beneath the soles of shoes,
flicker in wind over green beer bottles
smashed into gems,
I walk the canal, I tread the corpses—
Dust from dust to dust again.
Hometown, or Trees
Mary McColley
Here are the trunks and the roots and the twigs,
the beeches pines oak maple, leaves that burn
away the summer every fall, leave themselves
on the ground, cinder and husk.
I used to gather up the dead
with green-wire rake and listen
to their brown susurrus of regret.
Here are the enchanted grasping limbs.
We always cut them back,
pick acorns like nits from the hair of the grass.
Wintercome, I shiver by
the orange smear of their bones alight
and all the next days, chimney bricks
keep burning with hardwood heat. Here
are the woods. Gray brown and cold.
Here are the hearts and the spines,
that break sometimes beneath the snow
and in springtime, bloom again.
Down
Down
Down
Mary McColley
A cold wind blew for two days and
I called it happiness, the cold,
let my skin shiver into white blanks,
the beds of my nails set with ten purple dusks
each curving crescent clenched tight in pockets.
Clouds fled the sky, lots of
frail leaves couldn’t hold to the trees any longer, they
crumpled, skidded down the sidewalks like me.
Tendrils of clover curled under a bench.
Children chased dying white seeds through the wind
and all birds that daubed the chimney tops
were black. I sat among the grass and knuckles, the grasping weeds,
pulled my shoulders back tight beneath my sweater:
blade to sharpen narrow blade,
to fly in gray wind and blow me away.
Gray Day
Paul Hostovsky
It’s the almost that I love
about a gray day
like today. In weather
like this, I almost
feel a kind of joy:
the