Tag Archives: GWOT

Remains

My son wakes up And calls out to me. His voice is a wave that Passes through the wall That separates us. A hollow cavity. And I say coming. Touch my husband. His Shoulder. Say going. And He is rolling over. … Continue reading

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Migrate

At the pond We see frogs, Hundreds, my son says, How there are so many Frogs, as we walk past The pond, Or how they are small, Maybe two centimeters, Or how their bodies look Like stones, Until they Move, … Continue reading

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Fill

I am standing in the kitchen When I hear him, My hands and arms, Wrist deep, In a sink full of water, And my son is crying, My son, Who is five years old Now, But cannot speak, Not more … Continue reading

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Grenade

We are awake Still and Sitting in the dark Of our living room, Talking about it Again, About getting out or staying in, In the military, How we are in the military And I want to get out. And we … Continue reading

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Explode

My ten year old son Is sitting at the kitchen table, Reading about ISIS. For homework, he says, And I am reading over, Over his shoulder, how The terrorists are Taking over, Taking over, Land, regions, people, How they are … Continue reading

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Moon

We are driving home, Passing New York City, On the right, Out the car window, And it is a skyline, In the sky, Like a line of teeth, And my oldest son Finds it, pointing, Telling his younger brother, Saying the … Continue reading

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Fall

Iraq, I tell my husband, As we stand in our kitchen, Where he is holding a knife In his hand and strawberries In his other hand, That he grew in the garden He planted when He came home from war, … Continue reading

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