There’s a freeway ramp I take that slithers on its own. Breathing, it leads a line of cars astray. It cuts the lanes in half and squeaks me up a spiraling staircase. Four high and bright white lights. They line the twisting ramp, they show me the way to my sleeping quarters, night after night.... Continue Reading →
"Main Lion: Part 1" By: EricksonI look into my father’s eyes.I took my father’s eyes.A maned lion prowls the dirt floor. Its eyes hold miniature black galaxies of potential. They hold him back but provoke him further. Antelopes elope into flying skinny limbs – their side eyes still beam in determination. And a lion cub... Continue Reading →
"Meadow // Human Relief" By: Erickson - Flagrant flapping wings - Umbrella. Purple dance purple rain purple sway - Hands that pray, not pried, but Sliced - open sesame. - It breaths and talks to green Friends - Slithers and stripes, staining jeans at Every opportunity - Nature intends to leave its mark. - The... Continue Reading →
By: Erickson #1 - Biased History - The fly sails - a corpse. Blue mountain tops ascend, north. The well burrows - fresh. - #2 - The Electronic Sun Helps a Reader - Painted finger - wet Words dribbled off the chin, splat Twisted novel font - #3 - Family Recliner - A musty chair... Continue Reading →
By: Erickson #1 – Daily Routine - A battle to live, Ritual to train the sword, Stagger, side-step, win. - #2 – Bird Dive - Out of breath, I lean. Acrobat posture, far ground. Lands immerse vision. - #3 – Routine Daily - Pay homage – clock ticks, A beating heart notices Time like sand... Continue Reading →
By: Erickson #1 – U.P.S. Holds Tight - Letter stamped in bold. Thin mailman shutters at the Roar in a bottle. - #2 – Mustached Server, Dim Lighting - Maze veins of a leaf. Things to solve at Restaurants. My own? Fade with age. - #3 – Raisins - California sun Blares seasons away in... 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 →
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