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 →
(Photographs and writing by: Erickson // 10-minute read time) Chicago has left a mark on me. A bustling and clean city boasts beautiful architecture around a dazzling river and up against a beautiful great lake. An enormous history of loss and triumph flows through Chicago like the beautiful river walk that locals and tourists can... 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 →
https://318journal.com/fissure/ My poem "Fissure", posted on WritingErickson November 1st, is being included in California State University San Marco's student run journal! If you haven't read it yet, be sure to check it out. Very proud of the poem and it reaching a broader audience in publishing!
"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 →
Illuminated Fuse - By: Erickson - I swear I've gotten over it. This pounding in my head. My heart craves the wisdoms I dispel with others in bed. - But I've gotten over parents - Bigger than giants More brutal than the Gods. And what about ghosts of friends, loved ones? - A clear reset... Continue Reading →
Similar Immersion - By: Erickson - Rainbows on the tint of glasses. Shine and twist – Icicles bombard the student’s light. Learning the book’s story. - Used to think myself the sculpture, Apprentices weren’t I. Yet, before that second - V.R. headset – Earth creates life. - The stuff of history. A common truce in... Continue Reading →
There are moments when you realize you are on the fringe of death. The most serious for me was probably when I was 18, and smoked something that was laced. I had laid there in bed, fading in and out of sleep, people telling me my face had looked yellow, and that I appeared as... Continue Reading →
The title is not clickbait, I'm here to give you 7 different writing tips, from my own experience editing my novel. I am currently making efforts to publish my YA Thriller novel, while the first draft was complete June 2017, over 7 years ago. My work started as a 10 page short story months before,... Continue Reading →
Fissure - By: Erickson - Strands of desert – elongated yellow taffy. Pricks of trees – painted things. Another hour, windshield, gas. A forest before thoughts. - Cold AC - stings the edges of your face - your upper arm smoothly numb. The engine - roars as the car tilts up and smooths as the... Continue Reading →
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