This Sunday will mark another year in time since September 11, 2001. An existential moment forever carved in our souls and the souls of those lost. Will we ever understand the hatred some possess for others? — kenne
DoubleTake Special Edition Cover Photo by Kevin Bubriski: Top Right Photo by Peter Turnley, Bottom Right by Kevin Bubriski
OBITUARIES
These are no pages for the young,
who are better off in one another’s arms,
nor for those who just need to know
about the price of gold
or a hurricane that is ripping up the Keys.
But eventually you may join
the crowed who turn here first to see
who has fallen in the night,
who has left a shape of air walking in their place.
Here is where the final cards are shown,
the age, the cause, the plaque of deeds,
and sometimes an odd scrap of news –
that she collected sugar bowls,
that he played solitaire without and clothes.
And the end is where the survivors
huddle under the tin roof of a paragraph,
as if they had escaped the flame of death.
What better way…
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Becoming is Superior to Being 
I will never forget that day
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