On the 9th anniversary of 9/11 it seems the conflict, pain and confusion generated by that critical moment in world history only proliferates with the passing years, unfortunately, as intolerance grows in America. I offer a link reminding readers of the free Nthposition anthology I co-edited in 2006, which features poems by Charles Bernstein, Paul Hoover, Ruth Padel, Elaine Feinstein and John Tranter, among many others. It is also available as a printed book.
A poem for my mother, July 15 When she was dying And I was in a different country I dreamt I was there with her Flying over the ocean very quickly, And arriving in the room like a dream And I was a dream, but the meaning was more Than a dream has – it was a moving over time And land, over water, to get love across Fast enough, to be there, before she died, To lean over the small, huddled figure, In the dark, and without bothering her Even with apologies, and be a kiss in the air, A dream of a kiss, or even less, the thought of one, And when I woke, none of this had happened, She was still far distant, and we had not spoken.
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