Beanery Online Literary Magazine

September 11, 2010



Cathi Rhodes posted the following poem in the comments box at the end of FLIGHT 93 CRASH SITE MEMORIAL posted on . I took the liberty of posting it in the Beanery Online Literary Magazine.  Carolyn

You have to understand that at the time, I lived in the peaceful country in Stahlstown, not far from Shanksville. I quite often admired the open sky and used my telescope frequently. On this particular night, I was so moved that I HAD to write, as a catharsis, to help me deal with this tragedy. This is my poem.


Cathi Rhodes

The sky is quiet…and eerie…and still.

Only the stars give their light

For the innocent and uncounted souls

That ascended to Heaven before night.

A world in shock of a nation’s attack

Finds it so hard to believe

That evil (more…)

September 10, 2010

The Twin Towers



M. I. Marcum

     The World Trade Center, from its earliest conception, held a unique place in the heart of New Yorkers. There were many opposed to the project because it would diminish their cherished landmark, the Empire State Building. Others were excited by the challenge of building, not one but two monuments of such unknown scale.

     The Twin Towers, as they became known, slowly rose higher and higher until they overshadowed the skyline of Manhattan. They could be seen for miles. It was difficult to encompass the scale of their massiveness as you stood looking up from ground level.

     Still, many were reluctant to embrace them as part of the New York City, which they knew and loved. Others streamed to take the ride to the very heights. My sister was one of those people. She described to me an adventure, an experience of incomparable wonder. She insisted I visit the restaurant located on the very top floor to enjoy what she had seen. I promised I would one day.

     The years went by. The Towers became not just tourist attractions but an important piece of New York’s business and commerce, employing thousands of people that streamed to its offices from surrounding states and boroughs and Long Island. People you saw on the Long Island Railroad, on the expressway, in the restaurants, at the hot dog stands, shopping at Macy’s.

     Then on that beautiful September day, the Towers (more…)