W.W. Cubism and photograph by: Erickson Smoke Whispered Through the tongue. Logical v i b r a t i o n s whittle The bones, sharpening them To the c ur ve d sticks of harps and bows. Suggestions bubble violent. Among the music, Language is condensed, like milk In rotten, dripping a rust can.--------Sh—ou-----t------s.---... 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 →
(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 →
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 →
I started completely living in a vehicle over six months ago. I had always had this dream of traveling the country in a van, of somehow "living off the land", being much more connected with nature itself through this act. I've really only lived in the city, the suburbs. I've craved this other worldliness. Seeing... Continue Reading →
"Artificial Emotions: Part 1" By: Erickson A man sweats in a warehouse. His forehead is flooded, and his hands refuse to stop moving. The scent of thick oil balloons into every nostril, the machines crank and squeal and hiss. This man exists in a state of perpetual motion, next to a robotic claw that spins... Continue Reading →
"Swayed" By: EricksonInterrupt as necessity. Road, law, relations. Time, scale, weight.Rocked likeA boat, swaying in a river. You hear a call over the streams, but you ignore.When you were 10,The forests danced their pollen into the sky.Leaves rustled and hugged the wind,counterclockwise. Not with the wind, but against. The city,Freezing under a sheet of snow,but... Continue Reading →
"Bittersweet, You and Me Deceive" By: Erickson A hunchbacked man at a dimly lit desk Writes symbolism only he will see. An entire life, unable to connect The plenty of things that bridge you and me. Eventually false fortitude will fall, And the blurred man will beg for his day job. For now, he dreams... Continue Reading →
"Learn to Let Go" By: Erickson The television exudes it. My mentor states it. The world envelops. I have to be okay, unclenching my fist When my body sits molded in the shape of a cliff. The air up here is silver thin,Fine as if served on a platter.An icy, gentle stream invests in me,Reaping... Continue Reading →
By: EricksonI stripped my three bags to the wooden floor That had sat helter-skelter upon my back.They are packed to the brim. I have brought my efficiency to every corner of myself. I open the door to my Airbnb and quickly Lock the door behind me. No fear, no intruders, just Other things have been... Continue Reading →
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