by December 15, 2009 0 comments

In the labyrinth of my psyche, the August dog days used to contain the seething cauldron of the city. But now, the fires of urban violence are forever trapped in the September traumascape, fiercely burning, melting, and dissolving in our shattered memories-

wounded souls still searching for the lost bones of the beloved dead, buried in hidden catacombs beneath Ground Zero, waiting to be discovered and redeemed, waiting…

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