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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/

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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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Needles

I tell my husband how I saw needles, …   This is an excerpt of Amalie Flynn’s new poem Needles. To read the rest, go to her Wife and War blog at http://wifeandwar.wordpress.com/2013/12/09/needles/

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Turns

I am driving in my car, Down streets that cut …   This is an excerpt of Amalie Flynn’s new poem Turns.  To read the rest, go to her Wife and War blog, at http://wifeandwar.wordpress.com/2013/10/08/turns/

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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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Pronoun

I am sitting in my station wagon, Thinking about pronouns, or how …   This is an excerpt of Amalie Flynn’s new poem Pronoun.  To read the rest, go to her Wife and War blog, at http://wifeandwar.wordpress.com/2013/06/11/pronoun/

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Words

My son does not have a lot of language, and His older brother finds me in the laundry room, … This is an excerpt of Amalie Flynn’s new poem Words.  To read the rest, go to her Wife and War … Continue reading

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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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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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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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