Tag Archives: darkness

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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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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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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Sclera

We are at the eye doctor And she is showing us a diagram … This is an excerpt of Amalie Flynn’s new poem Sclera.  To read the rest, go to her Wife and War blog, at http://wifeandwar.wordpress.com/2013/09/30/sclera/

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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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Free

Today it is the Fourth of July, And when my son finds me …   This is an excerpt of Amalie Flynn’s new poem Free.  To read the rest, go to her Wife and War blog, at http://wifeandwar.wordpress.com/2013/07/04/free/

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Rounds

A soldier is standing in the darkness Next to a door, next to a compound …   This is an excerpt of Amalie Flynn’s new poem Rounds.  To read the rest, go to her Wife and War blog, at http://wifeandwar.wordpress.com/2013/06/25/rounds/

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