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 →
Home is...(a Different Hue) and photograph by: Erickson The sun slips her colors.Orange-pink uplifts gray clouds And green-yellow encourages frothy waves. These are the same days our ancestors found ground,Home is home is home.The city presses us close, to ponder. Dark towers dissolve into skies — blue and black, Like Stephen King, us, with pens... Continue Reading →
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 →
(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 →
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 →
"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 →
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 →
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 →
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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