ash

A poem by Cristin O’Keefe Aptowicz that describes a non-eyewitness response to the terrorist attacks on the World Trade Center.

This lapsed Catholic, lapsed Oregon native, is sometimes hungry for the ground. I pad my hand into the ashes of an old growth pine to paint a cross upon my forehead. Soft in my hand, a silken powder, there is dignity in the aroma of what these trees have become. Beside my hand print, I […]