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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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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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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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Rounds

A soldier is standing in the darkness Next to a door, next to a compound …   This is an excerpt of Amalie Flynn’s new poem Rounds.  To read the rest, go to her Wife and War blog, at http://wifeandwar.wordpress.com/2013/06/25/rounds/

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Bee

This morning I read about a veteran Who said I returned home, and no one noticed, …   This is an excerpt of Amalie Flynn’s new poem Bee.  To read the rest, go to her Wife and War blog, at http://wifeandwar.wordpress.com/2013/05/27/bee/

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Snap

When my husband goes to war He walks out of a door, and …   This is an excerpt of Amalie Flynn’s poem Snap.  To read the rest, go to her Wife and War blog, at http://wifeandwar.wordpress.com/2012/09/25/snap/

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