"To Work on Time" By: Erickson Steam bellows from my porcelain cup. Just served. White whisps, alterations above a liquid, rattle the air and perfume into a brief heart, before leaving. Puncturing everyday air with love. What sits in the porcelain cup? The cup that breaths in a body of orange meeting yellow. The color... 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 →
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 →
Writing Erickson - Adventure + Writing Blog 