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 →
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 →
"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 →
"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 →
"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 →
By: EricksonI stripped my three bags to the wooden floor That had sat helter-skelter upon my back.They are packed to the brim. I have brought my efficiency to every corner of myself. I open the door to my Airbnb and quickly Lock the door behind me. No fear, no intruders, just Other things have been... Continue Reading →
When most people think of "Van Life", there are certain ideas that come to mind. That the lifestyle consists of adventure, consists of capturing beautiful images and videos of brand-new places, creating a freeing experience of life itself. What is my experience of Van Life? Well... My adventure is made up of texts that are... 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 →
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