A brush stroke is like a single arm greeting the air, after delving forward in a pool.The cool sensation as the water laps off the body, slipping off like a mask. An inverted atmosphere. What hides under the water?The art will swim in sequence. My brush wobbles like a fish and shimmers thin like the... Continue Reading →
Dim lights of the institutions.The blaring ambulance.The straight jacket strengthens with each stretch. A step.Without a guiding light. My heart is on a line.The tip of a pole vault. I launch my body forward,Through fire, and traverse a jungle.The leaves hold names. Suffocating and surrounding. Names like symbols, or smudges. It looks like dollar signs,... 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 →
"Artificial Emotions: Part 1" By: Erickson A man sweats in a warehouse. His forehead is flooded, and his hands refuse to stop moving. The scent of thick oil balloons into every nostril, the machines crank and squeal and hiss. This man exists in a state of perpetual motion, next to a robotic claw that spins... 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 →
"Main Lion: Part 2" By: EricksonSurroundings constantly speak. Heart, brain, and stomach provide the beat. “It’s my Birthday”, the lion paws the ground.The concept of an anniversary must be buried in the dirt.A pungent sun sets on the two-year-old cub. The growing mane around his face is set as a silhouette. His facial hair transforms... Continue Reading →
"Learn to Let Go" By: Erickson The television exudes it. My mentor states it. The world envelops. I have to be okay, unclenching my fist When my body sits molded in the shape of a cliff. The air up here is silver thin,Fine as if served on a platter.An icy, gentle stream invests in me,Reaping... Continue Reading →
"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 →
By: EricksonI stripped my three bags to the wooden floor That had sat helter-skelter upon my back.They are packed to the brim. I have brought my efficiency to every corner of myself. I open the door to my Airbnb and quickly Lock the door behind me. No fear, no intruders, just Other things have been... Continue Reading →
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