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 →
Photography and Blog by: Erickson (9 minute read time) Continued from Part 1: https://writingerickson.org/2025/08/17/via-iter-verba-7-chicago-1-of-2/ Day Three: The Skyscraper Cruise Having a love for architecture, there was one activity I needed to do before I left the city. The famous architecture tour, where tourists and new locals alike are seated on a boat and cruise down... 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 →
(Photographs and writing by: Erickson // 10-minute read time) Chicago has left a mark on me. A bustling and clean city boasts beautiful architecture around a dazzling river and up against a beautiful great lake. An enormous history of loss and triumph flows through Chicago like the beautiful river walk that locals and tourists can... Continue Reading →
Background: I've always been a runner. When I was 16, almost every night you could see me racing down my city's streets, bumping music from twisted wired earbuds. About 3 years ago, I decided to go big. I signed up for a Half Marathon a couple cities away, booked a hotel, and trained intensely for... 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 →
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