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 →
Home is... (slipping colors) and photography by: Erickson The sun slips her colors.Orange-pink uplifts gray clouds And green-yellow encourages frothy waves. Home is home is home. Each sunset and sunrise,The waxing and waning,The height of the swing, versus the momentum of a fall,Is a human fingerprint. The city allows us to ponder. Dark towers ending... 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 →
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 →
"Keep me up at Night", poem by: EricksonThe dark has a texture. The river bends around stars,The crevices in the garage,The thoughts;It can be meddled with.Played like putty.Fiddled with a string.I think;It comes around after I distract myself. Dopamine fiendsBattle brightened screens andLessons in fairytales fail.Van Gogh's night swirls into purple blue hues. The process... 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 →
https://318journal.com/fissure/ My poem "Fissure", posted on WritingErickson November 1st, is being included in California State University San Marco's student run journal! If you haven't read it yet, be sure to check it out. Very proud of the poem and it reaching a broader audience in publishing!
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 →
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 →
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