By: Erickson #1 – U.P.S. Holds Tight - Letter stamped in bold. Thin mailman shutters at the Roar in a bottle. - #2 – Mustached Server, Dim Lighting - Maze veins of a leaf. Things to solve at Restaurants. My own? Fade with age. - #3 – Raisins - California sun Blares seasons away in... Continue Reading →
"A Sprinting Realization" By: Erickson The structure was a twist of glass, spiraling to God, and hunkered with red and brown stone, that made one envision a humble, yet well-to-do home. The grand building was a University gym, and it held two cars in its lot. One beat up and bullied golden thing,... Continue Reading →
There exists a forcefield. An orb of energy that radiates a shiny brilliance like the outside of a perfect tangerine. And when you put on your shoes, when you look at a mirror that is normally your own, when you first see a loved one in the morning - at every instance, you tap dance... Continue Reading →
Dim Traffic Light - By: Erickson - Strangle thin cloth, and cut under - Dim gray parking garage. Wrinkled, buttoned Clothes - garbage bags - Engorged by pale student. - Plate and plate of morphed buffet - Brain Adapts in light of day, But breeze whispers "It's time to change" - Tired shadow's longer stay.... 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 →
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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