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 →
"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 →
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