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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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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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9/11: Day Two Hundred Thirty Five

And brothers, sons, daughters, friends, Rivals, lovers, strangers, all of them, All of them.

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