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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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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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No

Eighty seconds, my mother says, Over the telephone …   This is an excerpt of Amalie Flynn’s new poem No. To read the rest, go to her Wife and War blog at http://wifeandwar.wordpress.com/2014/01/01/no/

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Needles

I tell my husband how I saw needles, …   This is an excerpt of Amalie Flynn’s new poem Needles. To read the rest, go to her Wife and War blog at http://wifeandwar.wordpress.com/2013/12/09/needles/

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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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Pronoun

I am sitting in my station wagon, Thinking about pronouns, or how …   This is an excerpt of Amalie Flynn’s new poem Pronoun.  To read the rest, go to her Wife and War blog, at http://wifeandwar.wordpress.com/2013/06/11/pronoun/

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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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