Blog Voices from Our Community
Read stories, updates, and reflections from artists, staff, and survivors. Here, we share the heart of Awakenings — one post at a time.
1. The face of the desk lamp shined fierce light across my fingers as I typed the finishing touches on an assignment. It was a
- Essay, Image, Other, Prose
once upon a time i watched and waited as mother sewed, her nimble fingers stitching the last now one, two, three stitches, and then she
- Image, Poetry
“My grief lies all within; and these external manners of lament are merely shadows to the unseen grief that swells with silence in the tortured
- Essay, Image
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