Tag Archives: post traumatic stress

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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Matter

My older son is looking For the quotient, Because he is doing math And it is a problem Of division, And I tell him how the total Number can be divided into Parts And how, sometimes, sometimes There is a … Continue reading

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Structure

My son is sitting At the kitchen table Talking about the textual structures He learned about in school, or how There is description and sequencing Or cause and effect and Problem and solution, And how sometimes they overlap, Overlap on … 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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Distance

On my computer there are photographs Of a refugee camp in Kabul, A place where people go When they flee war And become internally displaced, And I am looking at them, The photographs, The people, the camps, huts made out … Continue reading

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Pronoun

I am sitting in my station wagon, Thinking about pronouns, or how When my husband came home, The men from Afghanistan would Write my husband letters, saying, Come back, How they would ask him, To bring his wife, his children, … Continue reading

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Bee

This morning I read about a veteran Who said I returned home, and no one noticed, And he threw himself off the side of a mountain, and I know the statistics. I know twenty two veterans in America kill themselves … Continue reading

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