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 →
Tag, you were it and photograph by: Erickson I guide you,like a childteaching another a new game.Finally, we are clay:Who would have knownOur original wonderHad been baking all along?Warm winter nightsAs full as summer days.Before I memorized the wrinklesaround your eyes:Braille poetry when you smile.And so I became the sunrise,to shine into our unknown for... Continue Reading →
Home is...(a Different Hue) and photograph by: Erickson The sun slips her colors.Orange-pink uplifts gray clouds And green-yellow encourages frothy waves. These are the same days our ancestors found ground,Home is home is home.The city presses us close, to ponder. Dark towers dissolve into skies — blue and black, Like Stephen King, us, with pens... Continue Reading →
Home is... (slipping colors) and photography by: Erickson The sun slips her colors.Orange-pink uplifts gray clouds And green-yellow encourages frothy waves. Home is home is home. Each sunset and sunrise,The waxing and waning,The height of the swing, versus the momentum of a fall,Is a human fingerprint. The city allows us to ponder. Dark towers ending... 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 →
Photography and Poems By: Erickson“Stage Time”Lover magician’sHand. To reach or to clench asFeelings disappear.“-Hope”I speak but you can’t.Not my way. My tongue shatters. Yours is a swelling – “Orientalism/Your Controlling Relationship”Locked in foreign lands.Nothing to say but your lipsMouth my name, chapped, parched. “Blocked”The dot of paint on my face falls to your body. We... 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 →
"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
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