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 →
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 →
"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 →
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 →
"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 →
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 →
By: Erickson #1 – A Painter Takes a Break at the Local Museum - Squinted desire Dissolving preconceptions Return to today. - #2 - You - Crayon driven down Green sea, cotton candy sky, close enough to eat. - #3 – “Progress” - Lines, it is all lines. Paint new worlds, churn the brain bl…... Continue Reading →
By: Erickson #1 – Daily Routine - A battle to live, Ritual to train the sword, Stagger, side-step, win. - #2 – Bird Dive - Out of breath, I lean. Acrobat posture, far ground. Lands immerse vision. - #3 – Routine Daily - Pay homage – clock ticks, A beating heart notices Time like sand... 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 →
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