"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 →
Haiku Collection #4 – “Old Mountain Home”
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 →
