My poem "Meadow//Human Relief" has been published in UC-Irvine's 2025 Spring Journal! The journal is known as "New Forum" and features a lot of fantastic works by many creators. https://sites.uci.edu/newforum/ Please check it out in the official issue! My poem starts on page 40, and on page 57 is my creator bio. - It was... Continue Reading →
A new beginning, a shedding skin.The sun is close and intimatelike a fireplace.An ignited blazein a cabin, stacked like Lincoln Logs on my bedroom floor.A delightfully creaky cabin, surrounded by pines that stretch out the sky,I stretch my scarred hands wide.We point past the clouds; may he bring us the truth…But the clouds shed too.Delicate... Continue Reading →
A brush stroke is like a single arm greeting the air, after delving forward in a pool.The cool sensation as the water laps off the body, slipping off like a mask. An inverted atmosphere. What hides under the water?The art will swim in sequence. My brush wobbles like a fish and shimmers thin like the... Continue Reading →
Dim lights of the institutions.The blaring ambulance.The straight jacket strengthens with each stretch. A step.Without a guiding light. My heart is on a line.The tip of a pole vault. I launch my body forward,Through fire, and traverse a jungle.The leaves hold names. Suffocating and surrounding. Names like symbols, or smudges. It looks like dollar signs,... Continue Reading →
"Keep me up at Night", poem by: EricksonThe dark has a texture. The river bends around stars,The crevices in the garage,The thoughts;It can be meddled with.Played like putty.Fiddled with a string.I think;It comes around after I distract myself. Dopamine fiendsBattle brightened screens andLessons in fairytales fail.Van Gogh's night swirls into purple blue hues. The process... Continue Reading →
"Artificial Emotions: Part 1" By: Erickson A man sweats in a warehouse. His forehead is flooded, and his hands refuse to stop moving. The scent of thick oil balloons into every nostril, the machines crank and squeal and hiss. This man exists in a state of perpetual motion, next to a robotic claw that spins... 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 →
"Bittersweet, You and Me Deceive" By: Erickson A hunchbacked man at a dimly lit desk Writes symbolism only he will see. An entire life, unable to connect The plenty of things that bridge you and me. Eventually false fortitude will fall, And the blurred man will beg for his day job. For now, he dreams... Continue Reading →
"Learn to Let Go" By: Erickson The television exudes it. My mentor states it. The world envelops. I have to be okay, unclenching my fist When my body sits molded in the shape of a cliff. The air up here is silver thin,Fine as if served on a platter.An icy, gentle stream invests in me,Reaping... Continue Reading →
"To Work on Time" By: Erickson Steam bellows from my porcelain cup. Just served. White whisps, alterations above a liquid, rattle the air and perfume into a brief heart, before leaving. Puncturing everyday air with love. What sits in the porcelain cup? The cup that breaths in a body of orange meeting yellow. The color... Continue Reading →
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