Wait

War is waiting.

A soldier, boots-on-ground, now, …

This is an excerpt of Amalie Flynn’s poem called Wait.  To read the rest, go to her Wife and War blog at http://wifeandwar.wordpress.com/2012/01/24/wait/

 

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Shake

The day I drop my husband off,

On a military base, where he will train …

This is an excerpt of Amalie Flynn’s poem called Shake.  To read the rest, go to her Wife and War blog at http://wifeandwar.wordpress.com/2012/01/05/shake/

 

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Weight

My husband is whispering,

Whispering over the telephone …

This is an excerpt of Amalie Flynn’s poem called Weight.  To read the rest, go to her Wife and War blog at http://wifeandwar.wordpress.com/2011/12/08/weight/

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Arms

There is talk today, talk on the talk radio,

About the Taliban and terrorists and arms …

This is an excerpt of Amalie Flynn’s poem called Arms.  To read the rest, go to her Wife and War blog at http://wifeandwar.wordpress.com/2011/11/07/arms/

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Marching

I am lying in bed, with the television on mute,

And they are talking about the war again …

This is an excerpt of Amalie Flynn’s poem called Marching.  To read the rest, go to her Americans At War blog, at http://americansatwar.wordpress.com/2011/10/18/marching/

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Crack

The first time my husband said it, said

The word divorce, I felt my marriage break …

This is an excerpt of Amalie Flynn’s poem called Crack.  To read the rest, go to her Wife and War blog, at http://wifeandwar.wordpress.com/

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Dust

Sometimes I still think about it, the dust.

I worry about what was in it, about how

It was filled with particles of insulation

And lead and chemicals and asbestos,

And how I breathed it in that day when

The Towers fell down, or how, even how,

When I went back, two weeks later, how

It was caked, there, on the ground, caked

On the bottom of my shoes, how I tracked

It home, through my apartment, finding it,

A light coat of dust, on my ankles, but then,

I remember what else was in that dust, how

It was made up of flesh and bone and teeth,

How there were fingernails in it and organs,

And how I am lucky, how I know that I am

Just so lucky to be alive, how I am still here,

How even though those two Towers fell,

All of those floors and stories, the people

And their stories inside, how it all fell down,

My story goes on.

Amalie Flynn is the author of another blog, Wife and War, which is based on her experience as a military wife and has been featured twice by the New York Times. She is currently working on her memoir. To see how Amalie Flynn’s story continues go to http://wifeandwar.wordpress.com/

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