Remembering 9/11: The radio by my bed...

Two poems written shortly after September 11, 2001. Sometimes poetry helps the writer. Sometimes it helps the reader. Reprinted on the 10th anniversary of that unforgettable day of horror.

The radio by my bed
The radio by my bed
is saying that people are dead
is saying the streets are red
is filling my heart with dread.

The radio by my bed
is saying that people are dead
that’s what the radio said
I can’t get it out of my head.

Tragic Tuesday
Tragic Tuesday
was Wednesday in Wellington
911 in New York
S11 in Sydney
and 23 Jumaada al-THaany 1422 A.H. in Kabul.

Poems by Rachel McAlpine — feel free to copy it, with my name and a link to this blog.
Cartoon of 9/11 calendar page (c) Dave Ritter. Can't find where this was first published: any advice?


Apr 03, 2014 • Posted by JP Trostle

His name was Mike Ritter. Also, the source can usually be found next to the signature in the lower right corner of the cartoon.

You can find out more here:

Sep 13, 2011 • Posted by Sandra Clark

Thank you for sharing those poems, Rachel. Sometimes as I stretch my hand to turn on my bedside radio I think of the news we wish we had never heard: Peter Blake’s death, the first Christchurch earthquake, soldiers killed in Afghanistan as well as the nightmare of the Twin Towers. Heard as we awake, the horror seems to flood across the fresh canvas that is our morning mind, vividly and indelibly.

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