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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/ Advertisements

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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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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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Memorial

I go to New Jersey, To a memorial for my aunt, … This is an excerpt of Amalie Flynn’s new poem Memorial. To read the rest, go to her Wife and War blog, at http://wifeandwar.wordpress.com/2013/09/11/memorial/

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Spin

When my son asks me what is a tsunami, I tell him it is a giant wave … This is an excerpt of Amalie Flynn’s new poem Spin.  To read the rest, go to her Wife and War blog, at http://wifeandwar.wordpress.com/2013/05/22/spin/

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Wash

I am standing in my dark garage, Unloading a washing machine, facing a concrete wall, and …   This is an excerpt of Amalie Flynn’s poem called Wash.  To read the rest, go to her Wife and War blog, at http://wifeandwar.wordpress.com/2012/06/11/wash/

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Dust

Sometimes I still think about it, the dust. I worry about what was in it, about how It was filled with particles of insulation And lead and chemicals and asbestos, And how I breathed it in that day when The … Continue reading

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