A tide has breached my heart, poem and photograph by: EricksonIt washed me onto shore, and I felt my own bubbles pop on brittle sand.I was thrown back into the water, by rough fisherman hands. I panic, even while I breathe. Change is a lot more intense than a newfound breeze.It becomes the ocean waves... Continue Reading →
"Masculine Soul" poem and photograph by: Erickson-Free my masculine soul from the cage of my father.Rattle my chains and inject graciousness and goodness into my veins.Pluck me, like a hen, to remove each feather that is my sin.Free my masculine soul from the cage of my father.-
"Clock Hands" and photograph by: Erickson.The day bubbles your thin body.Tremble and look away.And in light, the sun and moon dance.Calendar tears a page.-The skin around your chin erodes.Grandma, what would you say?When you were first to look at me.Convince a sloth to chase.-Orange hues blur the hills.Same colors fought since specs were life.Time, caught... Continue Reading →
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 →
I started completely living in a vehicle over six months ago. I had always had this dream of traveling the country in a van, of somehow "living off the land", being much more connected with nature itself through this act. I've really only lived in the city, the suburbs. I've craved this other worldliness. Seeing... 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 →
"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 →
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