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Moon

We are driving home, Passing New York City, …   This is an excerpt of Amalie Flynn’s new poem Moon. To read the rest, go to her Wife and War blog, at https://wifeandwar.wordpress.com/2014/08/04/moon/ Advertisements

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Fall

Iraq, I tell my husband, As we stand in our kitchen …   This is an excerpt of Amalie Flynn’s new poem Fall. To read the rest, go to her Wife and War blog, at https://wifeandwar.wordpress.com/2014/06/25/fall/

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Helmet

Ten years, my husband is saying, As we put our sons to bed, turn …   This is an excerpt of Amalie Flynn’s new poem Helmet. To read the rest, go to her Wife and War blog, at http://wifeandwar.wordpress.com/2014/05/18/helmet/

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Half

The museum has a photograph Of a pair of shoes from 9/11, … This is an excerpt of Amalie Flynn’s new poem Half. To read the rest, go to her Wife and War blog, at http://wifeandwar.wordpress.com/2014/02/09/half-2/

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Pretend

Our son is invited to a birthday party Where they will play tag with laser guns, … This is an excerpt of Amalie Flynn’s new poem Pretend.  To read the rest, go to her Wife and War blog, at http://wifeandwar.wordpress.com/2014/01/15/pretend/

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Distance

On my computer there are photographs Of a refugee camp in Kabul, …   This is an excerpt of Amalie Flynn’s new poem Distance.  To read the rest, go to her Wife and War blog, at http://wifeandwar.wordpress.com/2013/08/03/distance/

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9/11: Day Forty One

I remember being on the train that morning I remember all of the bodies pressing against Glass and metal and me.  I remember feeling it. I remember the feeling of the cool seat against my thighs And I remember all … Continue reading

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