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We’re very proud that BBC America scored NINE Critics’ Choice Awards nominations this year!

BEST ACTRESS IN A DRAMA SERIES - Tatiana Maslany

BEST MOVIE - An Adventure in Space and Time and Burton and Taylor

BEST MINI-SERIES - Luther

BEST ACTOR IN A MOVIE OR MINI-SERIES - David Bradley, An Adventure in Space and Time

BEST ACTRESS IN A MOVIE OR MINI-SERIES - Helena Bonham Carter, Burton and Taylor

BEST SUPPORTING ACTOR IN A MOVIE OR MINI-SERIES - Warren Brown, Luther

BEST SUPPORTING ACTRESS IN A MOVIE OR MINI-SERIES - Jessica Raine, An Adventure in Space and Time

BEST REALITY SERIES - Top Gear

Read more about the Critics’ Choice Television Awards and the Broadcast Television Journalists Association here.

How do you get rid of the demons?

Do you ignore them?
The memories
the anguished cries
and the fearscape
of nightmares and
daydreams.

Do you fight back?
With words as knives
screams with edges sharp
razors and blades glinting
in the moonlight
shredding the silence
slashing at the empty air.

Do you run away?
Push past exhaustion
and the point of no return
dull weights on your eyes
drained - with your mind
caught swirling around and
around and around…
until you fall into the abyss.

Do you say hello?

Above our heads roars an ocean
filled with comets
that streak and thread themselves
through space like veins
while meteor showers trickle by.

It is mostly empty, though -
vast distances that sit, cold
at absolute zero
where not even the light of suns
glance in their direction.

And silhouettes and shadows,
secrets and stars alike,
that are shrouded in the darkness
breathing and living
are slowly becoming one with the void.

We will find each other
when the smoke and dust
has settled quietly inside our lungs.
 
We will find each other
when the air smells of fresh rain
and traces of dirt have found their home
underneath our chipped fingernails.
 
We will find each other
when the stars are far and few,
formless in their pinpointed position,
flickering lights fighting the endless darkness
that threatens to consume them; consume us.

They are ghost hands
and phantom limbs;
echoes of what was once real.

They are pulling at my hair and
trying to cling onto my skin,
their desperation scratching
my fragile human frame with
a pain as soft as rain-water
and touch as delicate as mist.

They have the vivid clarity of
a dull ache and a restless dream
pounding against the
background hum of the universe;
these lingering thoughts
desperate in their attempts
to not fade out of existence; 
out of mind and of memory.