July 27, 2008

Bikeman, Thomas F. Flynn

Every American and many others, of course, remember where they were on 9/11/2001. I do, you do, we all remember. Most of us were not in Manhattan that day, but NYC is all of ours hometown, so we remember.

Flynn was there and heard the 1st plane fly over, while not recognizing exactly what it was; he recognized it was not normal. He got on his bicycle, rode toward the towers, and experienced hell. Bikeman is a narrative poem, about what he experienced that morning. What sets his story apart for other 9/11 accounts is his journalist’s eye and poet’s pen. I think it's amazing to have an epic poem published today; but he has friends in high places, and I'm glad.

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