Tag, you were it and photograph by: Erickson I guide you,like a childteaching another a new game.Finally, we are clay:Who would have knownOur original wonderHad been baking all along?Warm winter nightsAs full as summer days.Before I memorized the wrinklesaround your eyes:Braille poetry when you smile.And so I became the sunrise,to shine into our unknown for... 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 →
"Untitled" by: Erickson Centuries lay before you.Nude. Scarred, save for thin protective layer-A spider’s web thrown to the wind. It's a whisp that allows us to breathe. Color draws into pupils- Rising sun, crumbling leaves, architecture climbing heights. Squint. Step back. Move forward—trace the design, its slow rotation.An intricate fashion has been made.But does all... 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 →
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