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 →
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 →
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 →
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 →
My breath is a rollercoaster. Do not stand on the side or queue lines, enter. The inhale is the rising ramp;The clanking as the body hums.The trap is set, up to the clouds, but we must hold before the fall. Hold before the fall.We were near the heavens for a moment. There were tears amongst... 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 →
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