Tag Archives: PTSD

Birthday

When you came home from war, You gave me a stone shaped like a heart, A piece of rock mined in Afghanistan, That you bought in a marketplace in Kabul, Before they sent you home to America, A stone called … Continue reading

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Ventricle

When a soldier deploys to war, He goes to a country with Bombs and bullets, and wears Kevlar body armor, with plates, A ballistic chest plate covering His heart, And when a soldier patrols a town, He carries his M4, … Continue reading

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Beautiful

We are standing near the computer, And I am showing my son a photograph, Taken in the Arctic Ocean by scientists, Of the ocean, where there are frost flowers As far as you can see, tiny blossoms of ice, On … Continue reading

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Slide

I am reading The Blue Cascade, A book by a Marine I know, who went to war in Iraq, And was an artillery liaison officer, Attached to an infantry battalion, And a forward observer, who Made the radio call for … Continue reading

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Tissue

There is an Afghan journalist, Living in Kabul and in this war, And he tells me about his injuries, How he has six fresh shrapnel wounds, And two bullet wounds that are healing, And I am mowing the lawn, Here, … Continue reading

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Snap

When my husband goes to war He walks out of a door, and Into the darkness of our front lawn, With grass curling around his feet Like snakes, and the street is a river, This foreign territory, now, Now that … Continue reading

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Country

America is at war, my oldest son, Says, just seven years old, now, And I am unloading a dishwasher, Taking out china plates that are Clean like faces, and stacking them. And they are teaching him about war, At school, … Continue reading

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Fourth

I am thinking about war today, About how war happens, and What it does, about the bodies, Bodies of men, women, or Children, their clothes bloody, Always lined up in rows, faces Covered with blankets, lined up On the ground … Continue reading

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Wash

I am standing in my dark garage, Unloading a washing machine, facing a concrete wall, and I am pulling the clothing out, out of the washing machine, A shirt by the left arm, a pair of pants by one leg, … Continue reading

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Skin

The first time I saw Afghanistan, It was lying across my television screen, A country made of war, or How it looks ancient, we both said, to each other, Our bodies, here, still here, stretching across a bed, Because it … Continue reading

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