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I remember when Octobers were cold.  I remember when Octobers were foggy and gloomy creating mystical visions.  The wind had an icy chill and was strong.  We wore sweaters, stockings and gloves.

I remember when Octobers were cold and rainy.  We drank hot cocoa and stared outside wet windows from underneath fuzzy blankets.  We heard the steady tap from our sofa wondering if it was just the rain or a ghoulish visitor coming in from the fog.

I remember when Octobers were cold and festive.  We used to put stickers on windows letting all the little ones know it was Halloween here!  “Come in, we have treats for you!”  We used to have mechanical spooks about the house, neon colored arachnids that squeaked and a cauldron full of chemical candy.  We had red lights and black lights, strobe lights and no lights to add to the spooky ambiance.

I remember when Octobers were cold but now they are warm.



The depth of life’s waters

Eyes open
Days pass
You’re no longer beside me
A cold bed
A squeezing sensation
In youth
The waters were clear
The bottom was easily deciphered
Now, searching for the foundation in murky waters is endless
Perhaps I just wasn’t looking deep enough before

The chair was blood stained

Free Verse

The chair was blood stained
Pieces of flesh stuck to the arms
Drip drip drip
Echoing through the room
The walls were rusted brown
Made of steel
Bolted together years ago
One light hanging from the middle of the ceiling
Its shade rusted as well, green and brown
The silence was piercing
The door was closed

I once saw a priest – original free verse

I once saw a priest
With his nose in the air
And his hand in his pocket
Eye sockets black and gold
Wrinkles on his face
And a smooth black hat

He looked to the sky
He looked to me and I shuddered to think of the evil he has caused
The rumors he has started
The time he has wasted
A vampiric creature

I once saw a priest
With scaly skin
And bloody ankles
He told me to believe
In myself
Of all things

He stood still
Wearing black dress shoes
Made of leather and death
His rosary dangling in the wind
I heard the echo of his clicking footsteps
A sad thing

I once saw a priest
And I immediately began to plot his demise
A childish game
Of course I only succeeded in my mind