Glimmer: Dream Dawn

Dreamlike butterfly in black and white

"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 shared in "Predawn Pallor" (2009).  

Glimmer: Voices Left Behind

Illustration of flowery symbols in a chickadee

"Voices Left Behind" Nonfiction 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 believe that once broken, one is broken forever. Yet I heal. Don’t listen to the voices that… Continue reading Glimmer: Voices Left Behind