Tag Archives: September 11 2001

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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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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Tissue

There is an Afghan journalist, Living in Kabul and in this war, …   This is an excerpt of Amalie Flynn’s poem Tissue.  To read the rest, go to her Wife and War blog, at http://wifeandwar.wordpress.com/2012/10/15/tissue/

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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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Crack

The first time my husband said it, said The word divorce, I felt my marriage break … This is an excerpt of Amalie Flynn’s poem called Crack.  To read the rest, go to her Wife and War blog, at http://wifeandwar.wordpress.com/

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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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