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 →
"Artificial Emotions: Part 1" By: Erickson A man sweats in a warehouse. His forehead is flooded, and his hands refuse to stop moving. The scent of thick oil balloons into every nostril, the machines crank and squeal and hiss. This man exists in a state of perpetual motion, next to a robotic claw that spins... 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 →
"Bittersweet, You and Me Deceive" By: Erickson A hunchbacked man at a dimly lit desk Writes symbolism only he will see. An entire life, unable to connect The plenty of things that bridge you and me. Eventually false fortitude will fall, And the blurred man will beg for his day job. For now, he dreams... 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 →
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 →
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 →
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