"Within the Trio" by A.L. In the tense silence, a tremor passes from each soldier to the next. “Engage!” Discordant mayhem engulfs the cry. Within the swarm, sight conquers, deciphering enemy from ally. Two allies swirl around the advancing center that is me. Focusing past them, I track then disarm fragments of the enemy. In… Continue reading Glimmer: Within the Trio
A paying publisher accepted one of my poems! This is a first for me. Prolific Press published the piece under my byline of A.M. Lynn. The sale was for non-exclusive publication rights, so I may directly share my poem: These three lines and the work of about fifty other writers are available in Three Line Poetry… Continue reading Three Line Poetry “in the Shower”
"Jungle Jump" by A.L. Prey approached. The monster held his breath and moved nothing but his eyes. The human would get no warning. A vine of green satin pressed down on his shoulder, heavy, but the monster waited. He counted within the shadows. On the twentieth second, he leapt. Shirts flew alongside him, adding drama… Continue reading Glimmer: Jungle Jump
"Dream Dawn" by A.L. Thoughts flitter past: translucent butterflies void of color and pattern. I am rock, not the powerful creature full of energy that directs body and mind. Both rest, waiting. At dawn, light creeps into mind’s crevices, returning life to stone flesh. Originally posted as "Predawn Pallor" (2009).
"Fly" by A.L. "You won't fly again," they said. My wings spread. "Never." I rise on my exhale. "Voices Left Behind" by A.L. My father-in-law was told after a war injury that he would never walk again. He walks. My aunt was told that she died years ago. She lives. I have known people who… Continue reading Glimmer: Voices Left Behind