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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/

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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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9/11

It is almost ten years after and I went back. I went back to Ground Zero, back to the site, Where the planes hit and the bodies jumped, And the Towers fell, while I just stood there, On the street … Continue reading

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9/11: Day Three Hundred Sixty Five

And so I left. I left law school, and I left New York City.

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9/11: Day Three Hundred Sixty Four

I went back to school for a few days, Until I couldn’t do it anymore, not with The dust and digging of Ground Zero Below me.

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9/11: Day Three Hundred Sixty Three

I wore a mask. But I remember thinking, thinking How, how I could feel it in my lungs, The dust, and what it was, how this Was a burial ground.

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9/11: Day Three Hundred Sixty Two

And I saw those first responders With their dogs, when I went back, Two weeks later, back to school, Past the security checkpoints, And into the dust surrounding Ground Zero, and past the shoes, Laying on the ground, forgotten, Past … Continue reading

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9/11: Day Three Hundred Sixty One

And the first responders dug, Dug into the dust and rubble, Each scoop of a shovel, A possible answer.

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9/11: Day Three Hundred Sixty

Because that was the question, In the days that followed, as I Walked around that city, seeing The signs posted everywhere, With pictures of smiling faces, Of the people lost, lost in the rubble, Covered by metal and dust and … Continue reading

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