https://writingerickson.org/2025/01/24/i-search-for-the-origin/ What creates a love for travel? Where does the root of a life love passion stem from? Read my poem "I Search for the Origin" on my adventure/writing blog! New posts every week.
I Search for the Origin
"I Search for the Origin" By: Erickson - You know, it was those trips to San Francisco. Grandma’s eyes enlarged from the passenger seat. “There’s no way you created those stories on your own!” The need to preach, to create, from that moment forward, My life purpose jumbled with my small eyes on a brief... Continue Reading →
“War Zone” – California Wildfires – Story
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 →
Haiku Collection #3 – “Life for Creatives”
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 →
Haiku Collection #2 – “Father Time’s Future”
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 →
Haiku Collection #1 – “Society Sips Nature”
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
"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
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 →
Via Iter Verba #3- What is Normalcy?
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
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 →
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