Tag Archives: grief

Birthday

When you came home from war, You gave me a stone shaped like a heart, …   This is an excerpt of Amalie Flynn’s new poem Birthday.  To read the rest, go to her Wife and War blog, at http://wifeandwar.wordpress.com/2013/03/01/birthday/

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Slide

I am reading The Blue Cascade, A book by a Marine … This is an excerpt of Amalie Flynn’s new poem Slide.  To read the rest, go to her Wife and War blog at http://wifeandwar.wordpress.com/2012/11/27/slide/

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Hurricane

The hurricane hits America, After it hits Haiti and the Bahamas and Jamaica and Cuba, … This is an excerpt of Amalie Flynn’s new poem called Hurricane.  To read the rest, go to her Wife and War blog at http://wifeandwar.wordpress.com/2012/11/02/hurricane/

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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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Snap

When my husband goes to war He walks out of a door, and …   This is an excerpt of Amalie Flynn’s poem Snap.  To read the rest, go to her Wife and War blog, at http://wifeandwar.wordpress.com/2012/09/25/snap/

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Out

The Towers fell down today, My son says to me, his head … This is an excerpt of Amalie Flynn’s poem Out.  To read the rest, go to her Wife and War blog, at http://wifeandwar.wordpress.com/2012/09/11/out-2/

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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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Scope

When I talk about the night raids, My husband’s face closes like a door, …   This is an excerpt of Amalie Flynn’s poem called Scope.  To read the rest,  go to her Wife and War blog, at http://wifeandwar.wordpress.com/2012/05/02/scope/

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Ours

When I hear the news, About the massacre in Kandahar …   This is an excerpt of Amalie Flynn’s poem called Ours.  To read the rest, go to her Wife and War blog at http://wifeandwar.wordpress.com/2012/03/29/ours/  

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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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