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Contributor Series 1: 9/11, Remembering That September

09.21.09 Posted in Contributor Series 1, today's words by

Contributor Series 1: 9/11 Remembering That September By Linda Ardison (written September 2009) The writer was in York, PA, on 9/11. They leap and fall like rag dolls, Splay out upon the pavement. There’s no one to catch them Or to snatch the others From the glowing Staircase B, No one to blow the white […]


Contributor Series 1: 9/11, 9-12

09.20.09 Posted in Contributor Series 1, today's words by

Contributor Series 1: 9/11 9-12 By Danielle Cross (written September 12, 2009) The writer dedicates this poem to the loving memory of her husband’s cousin Tommy, who died in the disaster, and to all those who mourn. Ashes. To ashes we pour our tears, sculpt familiar faces with frantic hands, paint them with bleeding hearts. […]


Contributor Series 1: 9/11, New Day

09.19.09 Posted in Contributor Series 1, today's words by

Contributor Series 1: 9/11 New Day By Gianluca D’Elia (written September 2009) The writer, who was attending preschool on 9/11, dedicates this poem to the loving memory of his cousin, Joseph O. Pick, who died in the disaster, and to all those who mourn. This day still stays on my mind Since the moment it […]


Contributor Series 1: 9/11, 9/11

09.18.09 Posted in Contributor Series 1, today's words by

Contributor Series 1: 9/11 9/11 By Sharon Poch (written September 11, 2002) Brittle brown days of autumn once lush with harvest scent now smell of ash, cinders, human flesh One plane, then a second slice through the innocent towers and they fall, screaming into September earth A bewildered blue sky blinks away tears of smoke […]


Contributor Series 1: 9/11, Afterwards

09.17.09 Posted in Contributor Series 1, today's words by

Contributor Series 1: 9/11 Afterwards By Kim Klugh (written in the days immediately following 9/11) The writer was in Lancaster, PA, working as a librarian in an elementary school on 9/11. the sun still chases the moon from the sky leaves still curl then drift from the tree like flakes of soot floating to the […]


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