topic: 9/11 medium: TEXT as submitted for the “9/11” Open Call Broken life’s, death and destruction, caused our hearts to beat as one. Could it be Great Spirit’s guiding a new earth that just begun? Not in judgment some great Being sits above, keeps man apart. It’s a New World, […]

topic: 9/11 medium: TEXT as submitted for the “9/11” Open Call Ten years ago, I was a sophomore in high school. It was in the same year that I just moved to Southfield to begin a new life at a new high school. I learned about the 9/11 event during […]

topic: 9/11 medium: TEXT as submitted for the “9/11” Open Call I was in college ten years ago and looking back, what stands out is how inevitable it all feels. A heartbroken “well, of course” sits beside me weeping as I recall watching the second plane hit—the weight of shame […]

topic: 9/11 medium: TEXT   as submitted for the “9/11” Open Call For mere living mortals time passes by so quickly; ten years have gone like there was no yesterday, but remains as today, as if the events of 9/11 have only just happened. For those involved in that terrible […]

topic: 9/11 medium: TEXT as submitted for the “9/11” Open Call 10.00am. He calls. Reaching across the Atlantic as he prepares to leave Baltimore for New York. The everyday domestic caring call while he is away from us on business. “Hold on, I’ll turn the telly down.“I will call you […]

topic: 9/11 medium: TEXT as submitted for the “9/11” Open Call I find it hard to believe that ten years have passed but for those who lost loved ones, I’m sure it has been a torturous, painfully slow decade to complete. I was in a similar, though smaller building about […]

topic: 9/11 medium: TEXT as submitted for the “9/11” Open Call When the towers fell, we started falling. It suddenly became alright to suspect someone based on the way they looked. This sort of judgmental behaviour was actively encouraged in fact. All over the world, we were panicked, shaken and […]

topic: 9/11 medium: TEXT as submitted for the “9/11” Open Call Isaiah’s chubby fingers fondled my neck as I strolled along the beach, my almost two-year-old riding behind in his blue backpack. The air suffused our skin with September warmth and the sky blanketed us in blue, the ocean reflecting […]

topic: 9/11 medium: TEXT as submitted for the “9/11” Open Call Night had fallen on Jersey City by the time my brother and I arrived. We’d driven the seventy miles from northwestern New Jersey, finding ourselves in a city where water utility workers were pressed into service directing traffic while […]