Tag Archives: 9-11

Beautiful

We are standing near the computer, And I am showing my son a photograph, … This is an excerpt of Amalie Flynn’s new poem Beautiful.  To read the rest, go to her Wife and War blog at http://wifeandwar.wordpress.com/2012/12/31/beautiful/

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Arming

It is night in America. And in this house, on a television, … This is an excerpt of Amalie Flynn’s poem called Arming.  To read the rest, go to her Wife and War blog at http://wifeandwar.wordpress.com/2012/10/24/arming/

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Tissue

There is an Afghan journalist, Living in Kabul and in this war, …   This is an excerpt of Amalie Flynn’s poem Tissue.  To read the rest, go to her Wife and War blog, at http://wifeandwar.wordpress.com/2012/10/15/tissue/

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Country

America is at war, my oldest son, Says, just seven years old, now, …   This is an excerpt of Amalie Flynn‘s poem called Country.  To read the rest, go to her Wife and War blog, at  http://wifeandwar.wordpress.com/2012/08/01/country/

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Wash

I am standing in my dark garage, Unloading a washing machine, facing a concrete wall, and …   This is an excerpt of Amalie Flynn’s poem called Wash.  To read the rest, go to her Wife and War blog, at http://wifeandwar.wordpress.com/2012/06/11/wash/

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There

Somewhere, right now, there is, A soldier, kicking down a door, to a house, …   This is an excerpt of Amalie Flynn’s poem called There.  To read the rest, go to her Wife and War blog, at http://wifeandwar.wordpress.com/2012/04/17/there/

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Cross

When my husband comes home, From Afghanistan… This is an excerpt of Amalie Flynn’s poem called Cross.  To read the rest, go to her Wife and War blog at http://wifeandwar.wordpress.com/2012/02/28/cross/  

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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 … Continue reading

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9/11

It is almost ten years after and I went back. I went back to Ground Zero, back to the site, Where the planes hit and the bodies jumped, And the Towers fell, while I just stood there, On the street … Continue reading

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