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.
Her mother told the other mothers that my friend was a liar, so that whatever she said no one believed her. On sleepovers, her uncle
- Poetry
That 50-year-old who “loved children” must be avoided, they said. He’d done it again and again but was never prosecuted, the elders said. But he
- Poetry
and peaks its head around the hearth replacing a silver branch with a warm ember in the valley finally comes to rest the swirling water
- Poetry
What do you see when you look at me? This broken, fragile vessel Of a used up fragrance That radiated Confidence from my pores Yet
- Poetry
1. my father could lift me up and put me on his shoulders my father can’t lift me up and put me on his shoulders
- Poetry
I’m not yours you can’t make it so try as you might shoving yourself in night after night tracing your name in red against my
- Poetry
hush now don’t you cry says the father to his child his lips against hers tightly pinched let me kiss you, open up so I
- Poetry
My mother hated me the way I looked at her through my father’s pale eyes the independent insurgence of a being where she wanted a
- Poetry
My mother entered a nursing facility on January 2, 2014, and thus I began yet another chapter in a long, dysfunctional story I really would
- Essay, Memoir, Poetry
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