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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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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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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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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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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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Scope

When I talk about the night raids, My husband’s face closes like a door, …   This is an excerpt of Amalie Flynn’s poem called Scope.  To read the rest,  go to her Wife and War blog, at http://wifeandwar.wordpress.com/2012/05/02/scope/

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