Eight

Different pieces of metal. Different designs. ••• A mosaic of memories one doesn’t exist without the other. ••• They are all a part of her. She is carrying a piece of you with her. •• Soldered to her heart. They’re tattooed in the veins. ____ A piece of jewelry? Eight.

Pluggin In

Photos fall to the ground from an old dresser some of them black and white, others bursting with color. You can touch them, pick them up, feel them and their weight. Are they heavy or light, faded, new? We ask the ones pictured in these gems now held between your fingertips. As words fall from... Continue Reading →

Everything Starts with ‘The’

Silence: The thoughts buried from last night’s dream, The uncertainty of, “Am I where I’m supposed to be?” The determination to catch up with time, The obsessive need to re-lock the door, The suffocating exhaustion of a déjà vu spinning wheel, The doubts you fight to negate, The racing heartbeat that won’t slow down, These... Continue Reading →

A Moment in Sync with Time

The two rocking chairs became a metronome as they pushed forward and back on a wide, white, wooden porch. A mother and daughter watching the sunset, drinking cold, crisp ice tea. Memories seem to resurface as the common day is discussed. The mother shares stories of when her daughter was young. “Do you remember when... Continue Reading →

Making Love

Her sigh gave him goosebumps. His touch gave her movement. They loved, giving passionately. Never noticing they were dancing. It didn’t matter the setting. One glance and they were tangled together, forming art.

My Anxiety Personified

He has big red shoes, brightly striped pants, and a round waist with ruffled white accents. He has puffy shoulder pads, a rounded sleeve with faded ruffles,  and dingy white gloves. His face is white and his smile distorts real movements, smeared red lips. His smile curls up until just below his eyes and he... Continue Reading →

Scars Cut Deep, So Do Words

I'm at a loss for words sometimes. &  Sometimes the tide gets rough  and knocks  the wind out of me. We are all standing  in a sea of dreams. Hoping  to rise above the water. Even if it's just to breathe. Will you try to float with me?  

Am I replanting the wrong seed? 

I'm wallowing in the ashes of a person I once knew.  She was smiley and cheery,  dedicated to her muse. I've cried, trying to cause a rebirth of her existence. To find something familiar, unstoppable, like a weed. I'm scared to cross over to the new, flourishing grass. To realize that this ashen state only... Continue Reading →

This is All you

A silent song. Lyrics accompanied by a sweet melody. Pieces of art, beautiful, both separate and together A family this must be.  Sweet rain drops on the window pane. Wet streaks running down a slender cheek. Pain, anger thoughts. A fear this must be.  A smile. Wrinkled lines caress the eyes, forehead, and lips. Laughter... Continue Reading →

Lilly’s Whisper 

Embrace the shadow that follows behind, and the ones inside.  If I told you my life story  starting from then to now, would you understand my ways?  Why I fell in love with her? The first ambitious reach to feel loved.  She was always there, my inner self, willing to speak, protect, and be. This... Continue Reading →

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Luke Atkins

Film, Music, and Television Critic