Tag Archives: 9/11

Brick (New Version)

Nothing is yellow here. I am surrounded by brownstone giants poking square holes in a gray cloud ceiling. I haven’t seen a cyclone in years, only twin smoke pillars of grief pouring from dying concrete towers.

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WWP Poem #25: Brick

Nothing is yellow here. I am surrounded by brownstone giants who have risen up around me, poking square holes in the gray cloud ceiling far above my head. I haven’t seen a cyclone in years, and the closest thing to … Continue reading

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September

This was written for Read Write Poem Prompt #39: Writing for Months, Writing for Mouths. This was inspired by this speech, “Come September” given by activist and writer Arundhati Roy in 2002. -Nicole ———————————————– crimson stains on white petals of … Continue reading

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Help

This was written off of prompt #16 on Scott Woods’ Live Journal: “Write a poem about an aspect of a national tragedy that contains: – no statistics – no references to other national tragedies – no newspaper headline references – … Continue reading

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