I mentioned to you last month about a book our writer's group put together called 9/11, That Beautiful Broken Day.
I remember happily standing on top of one of the WTC towers many years ago and admiring the city below. I also remember being glued to the television set twenty years ago and watching that same tower collapse in front of my eyes in an unbelievable pile of smoke, ash, and metal.
There are stories in this book by writers who were in New York City at the time or who had friends and loved ones in the city. A story by a woman who saw the plane fly over her head in Pennsylvania. Stories by writers who didn't live nearby but although distant, still felt the immense horror of the day.
For a teaser, here's a poem I've contributed to the book.
I lived in a snow globe
It was a peaceful time and place.
There was snow, but it wasn't cold,
Birds sang, flowers bloomed,
People were happy.
Then one day,
One fateful day,
Planes crashed into my glass dome
And shattered it to pieces.
Instead of snow,
Ash
Was now falling from the sky.
Jagged pieces of glass lay in a heap.
People cried as their world,
Like mine,
Shattered,
Never to be the same again.
Order the book. Read it. And Remember.
9/11, That Beautiful Broken Day can be ordered from Amazon. All proceeds from online sales will be donated to Military Missions In Action (MMIA) a local non-profit organization dedicated to assisting disabled veterans and active-duty military and their families. https://www.militarymissionsinaction.org.
Quote of the day: Getting over it doesn't mean forgetting it, it just means reducing the pain to a tolerable level, a level that doesn't destroy you. Kevin Brooks
