Note: The following is a work of fiction. Our hearts and minds go out to all the families of the passing individuals, and to the many that lost their homes and parts of their communities. Rest in peace to all the victims that were taken by the Californian wildfires. A man laid on his back... Continue Reading →
By: Erickson #1 – A Painter Takes a Break at the Local Museum - Squinted desire Dissolving preconceptions Return to today. - #2 - You - Crayon driven down Green sea, cotton candy sky, close enough to eat. - #3 – “Progress” - Lines, it is all lines. Paint new worlds, churn the brain bl…... Continue Reading →
By: Erickson #1 – Daily Routine - A battle to live, Ritual to train the sword, Stagger, side-step, win. - #2 – Bird Dive - Out of breath, I lean. Acrobat posture, far ground. Lands immerse vision. - #3 – Routine Daily - Pay homage – clock ticks, A beating heart notices Time like sand... Continue Reading →
By: Erickson #1 – U.P.S. Holds Tight - Letter stamped in bold. Thin mailman shutters at the Roar in a bottle. - #2 – Mustached Server, Dim Lighting - Maze veins of a leaf. Things to solve at Restaurants. My own? Fade with age. - #3 – Raisins - California sun Blares seasons away in... Continue Reading →
"A Sprinting Realization" By: Erickson The structure was a twist of glass, spiraling to God, and hunkered with red and brown stone, that made one envision a humble, yet well-to-do home. The grand building was a University gym, and it held two cars in its lot. One beat up and bullied golden thing,... Continue Reading →
As a Child - By: Erickson - The ornaments don’t disturb sleep – Scratched colored glass – smeared things. Pointed pyramid – Sunday’s reach - Thick – forced – frozen too deep. - Man stands at glass case conviction. “Stage the play, target grays, Replace different addictions.” Farther than sun’s distance. - As if it... Continue Reading →
There exists a forcefield. An orb of energy that radiates a shiny brilliance like the outside of a perfect tangerine. And when you put on your shoes, when you look at a mirror that is normally your own, when you first see a loved one in the morning - at every instance, you tap dance... Continue Reading →
Dim Traffic Light - By: Erickson - Strangle thin cloth, and cut under - Dim gray parking garage. Wrinkled, buttoned Clothes - garbage bags - Engorged by pale student. - Plate and plate of morphed buffet - Brain Adapts in light of day, But breeze whispers "It's time to change" - Tired shadow's longer stay.... Continue Reading →
Illuminated Fuse - By: Erickson - I swear I've gotten over it. This pounding in my head. My heart craves the wisdoms I dispel with others in bed. - But I've gotten over parents - Bigger than giants More brutal than the Gods. And what about ghosts of friends, loved ones? - A clear reset... Continue Reading →
Similar Immersion - By: Erickson - Rainbows on the tint of glasses. Shine and twist – Icicles bombard the student’s light. Learning the book’s story. - Used to think myself the sculpture, Apprentices weren’t I. Yet, before that second - V.R. headset – Earth creates life. - The stuff of history. A common truce in... Continue Reading →
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