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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/

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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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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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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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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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