Photography and Poems By: Erickson“Stage Time”Lover magician’sHand. To reach or to clench asFeelings 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 lipsMouth my name, chapped, parched. “Blocked”The dot of paint on my face falls to your body. We... Continue Reading →
My breath is a rollercoaster. Do not stand on the side or queue lines, enter. The inhale is the rising ramp;The clanking as the body hums.The trap is set, up to the clouds, but we must hold before the fall. Hold before the fall.We were near the heavens for a moment. There were tears amongst... Continue Reading →
"Intimacy", poems and photograph by: EricksonNoticing Things-I laugh at your smileand smile in your laugh. Crinklesnear your eyes. I’m high. -Brotherly Terrain-Friend leaves. Desert sunScorches me. Sands flood beliefs.Claw to oasis.-Sex Addiction-Flesh erupts. MountainOf veins pulse in love. Breath caught. Night leaves me. Alone. -Thanks for reading, Erickson
A tide has breached my heart, poem and photograph by: EricksonIt washed me onto shore, and I felt my own bubbles pop on brittle sand.I was thrown back into the water, by rough fisherman hands. I panic, even while I breathe. Change is a lot more intense than a newfound breeze.It becomes the ocean waves... Continue Reading →
"Masculine Soul" poem and photograph by: Erickson-Free my masculine soul from the cage of my father.Rattle my chains and inject graciousness and goodness into my veins.Pluck me, like a hen, to remove each feather that is my sin.Free my masculine soul from the cage of my father.-
"Clock Hands" and photograph by: Erickson.The day bubbles your thin body.Tremble and look away.And in light, the sun and moon dance.Calendar tears a page.-The skin around your chin erodes.Grandma, what would you say?When you were first to look at me.Convince a sloth to chase.-Orange hues blur the hills.Same colors fought since specs were life.Time, caught... Continue Reading →
My poem "Meadow//Human Relief" has been published in UC-Irvine's 2025 Spring Journal! The journal is known as "New Forum" and features a lot of fantastic works by many creators. https://sites.uci.edu/newforum/ Please check it out in the official issue! My poem starts on page 40, and on page 57 is my creator bio. - It was... Continue Reading →
A new beginning, a shedding skin.The sun is close and intimatelike a fireplace.An ignited blazein a cabin, stacked like Lincoln Logs on my bedroom floor.A delightfully creaky cabin, surrounded by pines that stretch out the sky,I stretch my scarred hands wide.We point past the clouds; may he bring us the truth…But the clouds shed too.Delicate... Continue Reading →
A brush stroke is like a single arm greeting the air, after delving forward in a pool.The cool sensation as the water laps off the body, slipping off like a mask. An inverted atmosphere. What hides under the water?The art will swim in sequence. My brush wobbles like a fish and shimmers thin like the... Continue Reading →
Dim lights of the institutions.The blaring ambulance.The straight jacket strengthens with each stretch. A step.Without a guiding light. My heart is on a line.The tip of a pole vault. I launch my body forward,Through fire, and traverse a jungle.The leaves hold names. Suffocating and surrounding. Names like symbols, or smudges. It looks like dollar signs,... Continue Reading →
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