Star for the Journey

September

  • The Ones Who Turned Around

    When others fled, some turned the other way,And climbed where smoke had swallowed up the day.They could not know whose trembling hand they’d find,Or whose last frightened face they’d leave behind. They only knew, somewhere beyond the flame,A life was waiting, though they knew no name.And somewhere in that darkness, someone prayedThat footsteps might be…

  • Blue September

    At first, there was only darkness. Concrete pressed against concrete,dust thickened every breath,and somewhere beyond the weight of it allcame sounds too distant to name. He called out. Then again. Nothing. Until somewhere above hima thread of light appearedbetween broken steel and stone. And beyond it— blue. September blue. The same impossible bluethat had stretched…