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.

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 →

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.

A Destination Within a Destination 

I have many homes. Each one is beautiful  in its unsteadiness, its story, its existence, the memories, its smell, the small, silent whispers the people, its shelter, the walls that saw it all, and most importantly, they are all mine. -- The girl who traveled through unfamiliar doors. Only to realize they all began with... Continue Reading →

Connected

Young their pinkies intertwined while sitting atop the monkey-bars. The heartbeat beneath his chest humming underneath a blanket in the back of his pick-up truck One went to college. The other stayed home, comfortable. Other people came and went; they both changed they both learned. A visit back home, a holiday parade, and a simple,... Continue Reading →

My Life Long Dream

To write is to love Insanity is contagious Life is a damaged piece of art & I'm just trying to name it. Which personality colors the white screen today? What characters are me or me from a far off place? Always adopting a new name, a new face. Still coherent I hitch a ride on... Continue Reading →

Reflection

Clear realistic proportionate true transparent, You. A steamy mirror rests above the sink my warm finger streak across the warm steam. Patterned lines steam face steam. Brown eyes with smeared mascara watch me. Black rivers meticulous gaze, what is she thinking? Oh, how this face will change today.

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Luke Atkins

Film, Television, and Music Critic