There’s a freeway ramp I take that slithers on its own. Breathing, it leads a line of cars astray. It cuts the lanes in half and squeaks me up a spiraling staircase. Four high and bright white lights. They line the twisting ramp, they show me the way to my sleeping quarters, night after night.... Continue Reading →
"Main Lion: Part 1" By: EricksonI look into my father’s eyes.I took my father’s eyes.A maned lion prowls the dirt floor. Its eyes hold miniature black galaxies of potential. They hold him back but provoke him further. Antelopes elope into flying skinny limbs – their side eyes still beam in determination. And a lion cub... Continue Reading →
"Mineshaft" By: Erickson-A natural response to shelter.Instead of vocalizing desire to strangersExist in an endless cocoon.- Wooden beam cracks - your support. Breath like resources, thin.-The hives will swarm in flocksGossip about a crumb of foodBut I just tilt my headCurate my thoughts to a sharpened mood.- They scatter, like dropping a tub of M&Ms.... Continue Reading →
When most people think of "Van Life", there are certain ideas that come to mind. That the lifestyle consists of adventure, consists of capturing beautiful images and videos of brand-new places, creating a freeing experience of life itself. What is my experience of Van Life? Well... My adventure is made up of texts that are... Continue Reading →
"Meadow // Human Relief" By: Erickson - Flagrant flapping wings - Umbrella. Purple dance purple rain purple sway - Hands that pray, not pried, but Sliced - open sesame. - It breaths and talks to green Friends - Slithers and stripes, staining jeans at Every opportunity - Nature intends to leave its mark. - The... Continue Reading →
By: Erickson #1 - Biased History - The fly sails - a corpse. Blue mountain tops ascend, north. The well burrows - fresh. - #2 - The Electronic Sun Helps a Reader - Painted finger - wet Words dribbled off the chin, splat Twisted novel font - #3 - Family Recliner - A musty chair... Continue Reading →
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.
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 →
"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 →
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 →
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