Author: Lucien Akira DeJule
-
The Drive
I can feel the energy in my body pulsating, vibrating, pushing me forward to do something, anything… fulfilling. My excitement for creation, to pull words into threads and weave them into something. The way I yearn for the ideas in my mind to form into drawings, prose, or pictures, it’s…
-
Sleepless
My nights cradle the fears creeping in from the deepest voids of my mind. I often get lost, walking along dark roads and endless pathways that lead to my most forgotten memories. The journals I had scrawled seemingly useless thoughts in, make me relive memories that I had long lost…
-
Who’s writing?
I’ve been writing for a while, all my life if I really think about it. I used to tell people that I had stacks on stacks of journals that I’d fill with words, but that’s only partially true. Stacks of notebooks, I had lots of those, but they were mostly…
-
Fall
As the temperature drops, the air wafts an aroma of dying fauna, a scent I find peaceful and welcoming. Trees begin shedding their leaves, plants stripped bare, and grass erodes into amber. I believe they are gifting us with their lives, a final rejuvenation for the creatures that have to…
-
The Sadness of Time
I’m longing for something, a missing piece in my heart, but it plays hide and seek in quiet shadows. Small enough to ignore, I’m not bothered in my minutes, only my days. The hole rots inside. I wretch with nostalgia and revel in its melancholy. I’m forced to admit my…
-
Covid Corvids
My first year of college, I have a memory of when two of friends and I smoked a boat-load of weed and walked around my small college town without a single care in the world. On the edge of winter blooming into spring, my hair bleached blond from its practically…
-
An Authentic Mirror
I only had school friends – friends where you talk about your day but nothing personal. I never made plans with them outside of school; I only talked to them inside of it. Moving from a Montessori environment that valued independence and creative freedom to a public school with far…
-
Chapter 1 – The Infinite Cage
On a small stone sat Jared, a quaint boy from a family he had long forgotten. He sat, resting his head on his hands that rested on his knees. His lanky limbs and thin frame made his appearance spider-like. His bare body illuminated by a warm glow, emanating from to…
-
How I’m Starting
Sometimes it’s really hard to figure out what you want to write about, what I want to write about. I feel like I have lots of ideas, just constantly swirling around my head, then I go to the computer and I just sit there, staring at the screen, willing my…
Lucien's Lil Nook 