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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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Circuit

The power goes off again In this condo I am living in …   This is an excerpt of Amalie Flynn’s new poem Circuit. To read the rest, go to her Wife and War blog, at http://wifeandwar.wordpress.com/2014/06/13/circuit/

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Hand

I am practicing spelling with my son, Saying the word sever out loud, …   This is an excerpt of Amalie Flynn’s new poem Hand.  To read the rest, go to her Wife and War blog at http://wifeandwar.wordpress.com/2013/11/20/hand-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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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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Words

My son does not have a lot of language, and His older brother finds me in the laundry room, … This is an excerpt of Amalie Flynn’s new poem Words.  To read the rest, go to her Wife and War … Continue reading

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