Black Lily Pad - poem and photo by: Erickson Solo celebratingAs confidence displaysYour name on my phone screen.Unbolded asA cloud. White textFloats on a black lily pad bubble.Loving lightlyWith a weightI plan the date. Thank you for reading "Black Lily Pad", subscribe for more poetry, travel, and creative writing content
American Diner Doors Open and photograph by: Erickson Helter-skelter stainless-steel smearsUpon a bopped-open butter bin.Maybe mapleBut frustrated fructose syrupSpits on signs,Gashes its gallops on paneled oak cabinets.—Across the street?—Bright Groceries.Oranges popping, looking at you like oversized eyeballs Under prices and lettering in bold.Prices in bold.—The street?—Long roadsLittered with signs designed for the American eye.Selling fried... Continue Reading →
Lab Grown Diamond by Erickson // Painting: les vessenots en auvers by Van Gogh Excuses sneakand wrap you in their diamondslike a snake.The stomach hisses.The feeling of reaching for your missing phone — arm as an Other,and a feather hand makes for an ill approach.You’re addicted.The scramble in your chestis a realization —“you are not... Continue Reading →
"imprint" and photography by: EricksonLips crisp to a close.The hum of the bus – clunk, clunk – forms a ritual.Moving is slow, deliberate,In dark-blue air.Bodies are within reach – White fingerprints on chrome-plated steel meet me.Yet distance,Almost homesickness,Is enemy.The ember glow – dim and forgotten,Reaches from the rear passenger cabin.We stand, among others absorbed in... 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 →
El Retiro del Verano – Poem and Photography by: Erickson Friendship, beautiful and brief as a rose petal. The flowers line the walkways-Candy apple red sprouts from rich dark greens.Paths of raised stones litter the journey- Gray yet bold and protruding.I step on stone:Winds whisper again And deaf ears reanimate. Home lingers on red lips.Murmurs... 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 →
"Intimacy", poems and photograph by: EricksonNoticing Things-I laugh at your smileand smile in your laugh. Crinklesnear your eyes. I’m high. -Brotherly Terrain-Friend leaves. Desert sunScorches me. Sands flood beliefs.Claw to oasis.-Sex Addiction-Flesh erupts. MountainOf veins pulse in love. Breath caught. Night leaves me. Alone. -Thanks for reading, Erickson
A tide has breached my heart, poem and photograph by: EricksonIt washed me onto shore, and I felt my own bubbles pop on brittle sand.I was thrown back into the water, by rough fisherman hands. I panic, even while I breathe. Change is a lot more intense than a newfound breeze.It becomes the ocean waves... Continue Reading →
"Masculine Soul" poem and photograph by: Erickson-Free my masculine soul from the cage of my father.Rattle my chains and inject graciousness and goodness into my veins.Pluck me, like a hen, to remove each feather that is my sin.Free my masculine soul from the cage of my father.-
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