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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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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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