Attack On America
I used to sit in history classes, learning about wars and all sorts of other events that hadhappened in the world, and be bored out of my mind.
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Colors on a Bridge
Pale summer sunlight
beats on the porcelain ladies
adorned in brightly coloredkimonos.
Orange and red sashes
circle their tiny waists,
and woodensticks pin back
silky tresses from their faces.
They squint in the yellowbrightness.
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Early September Fever
I must go backto normalcy again, to days without any fear,
To the time before all hellbroke loose, when security was still felt here.
And all I ask is to sitconfident like before,
Although I know that fake confidence could only leadto more.
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Early September Fever
One year ago, the word terrorist was not common to our vocabulary. Now, it is hard to go a day withoutthinking about the attacks that changed our lives.
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Faith
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
Andknow the place for the first time.
T.S.
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Mourning Rush Hour
Hungry pavement
swallowsthe corporeal structure,
jagged buildings protrude
like fangs and clampravenously
around surrendered prey.
The earth belches profusely,
andrudely jokes,
"I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
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Old Strings
It was missing parts.
It wascracked.
It was perfect.
During my week-long winter breakfreshman year, I went to my grandmother's house with my mom. It was Thursday bythe time the three of us made the trip to the cement-block Resettler's warehouse.
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Part I and Part II
... She is suddenly old:
a worn teddy bear with stuffing spilling from unravelling seams,
a balloonwoman who pops and deflates at the mention of his name.
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September 11, 2001
Tuesday, September 11, 2001 dawned crisp and fresh at my home in Minnesota.
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Skyline II
As the sun set overthe
Magnificent skyline, people
Bustle about like worker bees,
Carryingout their daily chores.
Stopping at the corner deli or
Getting thedaily paper
not knowing what is in store
For tomorrow or the dayafter.
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The North End
I was raised on strange Italian foods in my grandparents' kitchen. After school,my younger cousin and I would go there while our parents were still at work. Wefeasted on foods of every variety, followed by a big dinner.
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Together They Stood
I was on a night cruise in New York, pulling under the Brooklyn Bridge, when a surge ofexcitement overwhelmed me. In front of me the New York City skyline was lit up;the Empire State Building and the Chrysler Building were sparkling in themoonlight.
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Treasures Beneath
"Yuck! Look at this," Renee Liggin screamed. She was holding an old raggedysock.
"It's a rat's nest! Throw it away!" her momcried.
Renee handed it to my mom, who dropped it in the trash.
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Waste
A loud crash makes
concrete dance like
water bugs in autumn.
Men and women, deafened
bythe torturous blow
look for freedom, and are met
only with theirfate.
In a dark abandoned hallway
a young boy waits.
Numberninety-two.
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