Haiku Collection #6 – Our Hands Create Diamonds in a Chain-link Fence

Photography and Poems By: Erickson



“Stage Time”
Lover magician’s
Hand. To reach or to clench as
Feelings disappear.



“-Hope”
I speak but you can’t.
Not my way. My tongue shatters. 
Yours is a swelling – 



“Orientalism/Your Controlling Relationship”
Locked in foreign lands.
Nothing to say but your lips
Mouth my name, chapped, parched. 



“Blocked”
The dot of paint on 
my face falls to your body. 
We share a freckle, 
and I’m okay with
them never meeting again. 
But who do I say (goodbye to)?

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