"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 →
There’s a freeway ramp I take that slithers on its own. Breathing, it leads a line of cars astray. It cuts the lanes in half and squeaks me up a spiraling staircase. Four high and bright white lights. They line the twisting ramp, they show me the way to my sleeping quarters, night after night.... Continue Reading →
"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 →
"Mineshaft" By: Erickson-A natural response to shelter.Instead of vocalizing desire to strangersExist in an endless cocoon.- Wooden beam cracks - your support. Breath like resources, thin.-The hives will swarm in flocksGossip about a crumb of foodBut I just tilt my headCurate my thoughts to a sharpened mood.- They scatter, like dropping a tub of M&Ms.... Continue Reading →
"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 →
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 →
https://writingerickson.org/2025/01/24/i-search-for-the-origin/ What creates a love for travel? Where does the root of a life love passion stem from? Read my poem "I Search for the Origin" on my adventure/writing blog! New posts every week.
Note: The following is a work of fiction. Our hearts and minds go out to all the families of the passing individuals, and to the many that lost their homes and parts of their communities. Rest in peace to all the victims that were taken by the Californian wildfires. A man laid on his back... Continue Reading →
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