To my Silver-Streaked Hero

Thank you for everything you do, the laughing and playing too. You know all the things to say, you even know when to be silent or even when it's past our stay. Your relationship with words mesmerize me. From promises to daily phrases hearing them one more time isn't enough. "Goodnight. I love you. See... Continue Reading →

A Creative Person Loses Themselves

If this is that then that is this. The things that go missing can't be missed if they are lost on purpose. Buried and uneven six feet under, "forgiven", forever hearing the baseboards creek. Those wooden planks decompose, a memory grows more distorted and convoluted. Dreams, the eyes cannot forget, even eyelid free. The missing... Continue Reading →

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Break the silence. End the violence.

Luke Atkins

Film, Music, and Television Critic