"Dream Dawn" by A.M. Lynn 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 shared in "Predawn Pallor" (2009).
"Fly" by A.M. Lynn "You won't fly again," they said. My wings spread. "Never." I rise on my exhale. "Voices Left Behind" Nonfiction by A.M. Lynn 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… Continue reading Glimmer: Voices Left Behind