"Main Lion: Part 2" By: EricksonSurroundings constantly speak. Heart, brain, and stomach provide the beat. “It’s my Birthday”, the lion paws the ground.The concept of an anniversary must be buried in the dirt.A pungent sun sets on the two-year-old cub. The growing mane around his face is set as a silhouette. His facial hair transforms... 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 →
"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 →
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