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TGAP 3 Week 24 submitted September 11, 2011 Art work Koi by Elizabeth Fox

Poems often come to me when I’m moving – walking Sugar or driving my car – for instance. Because of this, I always keep a little notebook tucked in my glove compartment. Today, I’ve decided to submit two poems that I scribbled in the days following September 11th, 2001. Both are unedited from the little notebook I was keeping in my car at the time.

The notebooks also serve as a means to keep the kids entertained. Zoë was just two years old at that time, and the little notebook, with a smiling orange cat on the front, is filled with her drawings, and the messy beginnings of a few lines of verse.

I’ve decided to type up these poems “as is” – keeping even my crossed-out, on-the-spot editings, capitalization or lack of it, original dashes and punctuation, and the carrots that indicated an inserted word. The only revised parts of these poems added today are the titles, which I borrowed from snippets of speeches I heard this morning while watching the observance of the 10 year anniversary of September 11th on ABC.

The first poem, “Descended into Hell on Earth” was written on September 12th 2001. I think I was listening to NPR and their coverage of the poetry that was already being written about what happened the day before. This inspired me to try writing a poem of my own. I just couldn’t stop thinking about Chicken Little.

The second poem, “People Really Do Catch You When You Fall” was most likely written sometime after Sunday, September 16th, the day after Mike & Robyn’s “Yup We’re Still Married” party, at which a number of us geekz were present and feeling quite wounded. It was good for us to be together with people we love so much, even when things got a little out of hand. The first part of the poem is reflecting on that. The second part is reflecting on another party Cameron and I attended around the same time. It was a child’s birthday party at a roller skating rink. Cam and I were skating and holding hands, because he was just learned. He lost his balance and fell, pulling me down with him.

These poems are raw and messy. Maybe someday I’ll do something else with them, but for now, I’m doing what I tell my students never to do: sharing unrevised work with you.

Descended into Hell on Earth
September 12th, 2001

             *line
The sky ↑ is empty –
Now, of the planes,
of the Titanic Tall Towering
          *They
Twins. ↑  have fallen,
And People fell too,
out of the sky
like chicken
little yelled. warned
      *as
And ↑ the sky keeps
falling, we
wait for it
to      drop
the
other
shoe.

People Really Do Catch You When You Fall

I

He fell on me –
drunken, but kind-
Ironically -just switched
to coffee
And stained the
white sweater I’d
protected from
Red wine all night.
My face burned
with caffeinated
liquid and I
felt nothing
Except the burns
of Every body
that dropped w/
the WTC

II

I fell skating
just a couple of
feet. My back,
slightly broken –
reminds me of
the force of falling
110 stories
from the sky.
This morning
on GMA –
A wife told
of how
A body crushed
her firefighting husband.

Koi by fellow Geek Elizabeth Fox

This is my submission Week 24 of the Twin Geekz Artz Project 3.

TwinGeekz is a loose affiliation of loose affiliates in New Hampshire who began the TwinGeekz Artz Project challenge in May of 2005; the task was for each of the original seven participants to produce and submit a piece of art every week for one year.  Every artist succeeded in completing their 52 pieces of art, and thus the TGAP theory was proven: “all creativity needs is a deadline”. 

We grew each of the three years that the project continued. It’s time to bring it back.  Join us?

Week 6 of the TwinGeekz Artz Project 03, submitted May 8, 2011

Week 06 Artwork by fellow Geek Caron Thomas

I’ve lost keys,

And jobs; a sense

Of security – even

Some people, but

Army bases – Fort

Dix, Fort Campbell, Fort

Devens – all lent

Themselves to losing

Fear. As I watched

The failed rescue

Attempt – the helicopters, and

Hostages, Iran, crash and

A president falter when

I didn’t know where

My father was (hidden,

in some camouflaged mission

waiting room) the leap

from fright completed. Now,

The helicopters succeed and

We are supposed to joyfully

Mourn the loss of some

Evil; step aside from some

Worries – defaulted student

Loans and sick kids, unregistered

Vehicles and unrevised writing.

Focus on lost illusions or

Weight. I remember

When the television told us

About exploding shuttles,

Towers falling down,

too many wars. I remember

when the telephone rang and

The voice of my special

forces father spoke there.

This is my submission for Week 06 of the Twingeekz Artz Project 3.  The photography was submitted by fellow Geek, Caron Thomas.

TwinGeekz is a loose affiliation of loose affiliates in New Hampshire who began the TwinGeekz Artz Project challenge in May of 2005; the task was for each of the original seven participants to produce and submit a piece of art every week for one year.  Every artist succeeded in completing their 52 pieces of art, and thus the TGAP theory was proven: “all creativity needs is a deadline”. 

We grew each of the three years that the project continued. It’s time to bring it back. 

Let’s do it again! #tgap2020 join us!

November 20, 2016

Morning fuel to get us through - 
A mug at home
Or from a barista.

A symbol all's well
With the world;
But it's not.

After the World Trade
Center fell, all I could
Think of was getting that cup -

Like some symbol of normalcy.
It wasn't normal anymore,
Emerging from Starbucks

As ashes floated into our
Hair. Creamer or lumps
Of sugar cannot take the bitterness

Out of this world.

This is Poem #203 from the  Poem (almost) Everyday Project. Starting in mid-January 2016, I challenged myself to spend a year in which I’d wake most mornings and write a poem before my first cup of coffee. By the end of the year,  I had written 241 poems.  Here, I have published second drafts of  those pieces copied directly from my journal with minimal editing from their “vomit draft” state.

September 11, 2016

Everything crashed down that morning.
It is difficult to believe
Those are real humans
Tumbling from those towers

And not just little plastic
Dolls on our TVs. We watched
It all fold in on itself
On screens blaring the tragedy.

Cameron wondered why
The Power Rangers were no where
to be found when he got home
From second grade and reading

Harry Potter. Not knowing
Nothing would ever be
As it was before; we
Could only hold each other

In the shadow of flightless
Skies and changing lives,
And click to HGTV, the only channel
Not streaming the demolition.

This is Poem #164 from the  Poem (almost) Everyday Project. Starting in mid-January 2016, I challenged myself to spend a year in which I’d wake most mornings and write a poem before my first cup of coffee. By the end of the year,  I had written 241 poems.  Here, I have published second drafts of  those pieces copied directly from my journal with minimal editing from their “vomit draft” state. 

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