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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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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/

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Airplane

We are at a science fair, At the grammar school …   This is an excerpt of Amalie Flynn’s new poem Airplane. To read the rest, go to her Wife and War blog, at http://wifeandwar.wordpress.com/2014/04/18/airplane/

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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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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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Birthday

When you came home from war, You gave me a stone shaped like a heart, …   This is an excerpt of Amalie Flynn’s new poem Birthday.  To read the rest, go to her Wife and War blog, at http://wifeandwar.wordpress.com/2013/03/01/birthday/

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Fourth

I am thinking about war today, About how war happens, and …   This is an excerpt of Amalie Flynn’s poem called Fourth.  To read the rest, go to her Wife and War blog, at  http://wifeandwar.wordpress.com/2012/07/04/fourth/

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