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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/ Advertisements

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Bee

This morning I read about a veteran Who said I returned home, and no one noticed, …   This is an excerpt of Amalie Flynn’s new poem Bee.  To read the rest, go to her Wife and War blog, at http://wifeandwar.wordpress.com/2013/05/27/bee/

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