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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 […]


Contributor Series 1: 9/11, The tv is on at work

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

Contributor Series 1: 9/11 The tv is on at work By Sarah Endo (written September 2009) The writer was in Boston, MA on 9/11. the tv is on at work– I see people tumble in the sky are they still alive air is soft, isn’t it the tv is on at work, but can we […]


Contributor Series 1: 9/11, The Day We Know as 9/11

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

Contributor Series 1: 9/11 The Day We Know as 9/11By Anna Alpine(written September 2009)The writer was in Bergenfield, NJ on 9/11. It was a day of new beginnings.My daughter started preschool and my son was off to first grade.It was a day of heavenly beauty.The sky was bright blue with soft clouds and the sun […]


Contributor Series 1: 9/11, September Morn

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

Contributor Series 1: 9/11 September MornBy Sandra Forte(written September 11, 2001, when the writer found herself contemplating September Morn, a painting suggestive of innocence by French artist Paul Chabas and exhibited in Paris in 1912) In the unspoiled countrytime stopsfor a bather innocent of evilto luxuriate in the dawnof a new day.Across the rivertime tunelessly […]