Awakened Voiced Blog

Category: Prose

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My Voice

Dr. Reverend Barbara Edema has been a frequent contributor to Awakenings publications, and we’re pleased to share more of her encouraging, affirming message. In this

  • Essay, Memoir, Prose
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Kills 99.9% of Germs

Jorie Rao delves skillfully into the aftermath of an assault. The piece explores the tiny sensory details that form whole memories and how those memories

  • Memoir, Prose
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Held

Take a journey through Kimberly Cunningham’s poetic piece as she shares her arc and offers help and healing to others. Cunningham uses rhythm in the

  • All Authors, Prose
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If You’ve Got a Bell to Ring…Ring It

Thinking back to Kavanaugh’s appointment to the Supreme Court, Wendi White examines her own experience as a member of the same generation. With an open,

  • All Authors, Memoir, Prose
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Dad

Sandra Shaw Homer takes us through the complicated years of her childhood with grace and skill. It’s a piece that speaks to the prevalence of

  • Memoir, Prose
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Sex in Utopia by Alicen Grey

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
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Mine by Kelsey Anne Rankin

My skin has traveled. I’ve walked with her under the guidance of many hands and through the meadows of many sinking, breathing bodies. I learned

  • Prose