Lead me across these dark waters, With a sprig of yew and elder crossed upon my brow. To lands unknown am I bound, Let me forget the world I came from. Drifting upon these silent waters, As a solid ghost paddles us on. To Chimera do we drift, Past where the sun goes down. That … Continue reading To Chimera- Michael Erickson
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Crystalline- Michael Erickson
Speak words of frost upon winter peaks, For between these valleys of discontent does darkness grow. Hidden are quiet words of snow, But beyond this place wage utter forces of nature. In this moment, Upon a rawness born of morning dew, Crystals grow of delicate proportion. Silence reigns between crusted plant, Thriving upon each bitter … Continue reading Crystalline- Michael Erickson
The Lost Rhythm & a Young Aged Author
Somewhere I had read, might have listened, a musician never retired; he just leaves the stage to find the rhythm again. This cafe when started, I was the most excited one being part of it. And I'm still. For last few months, I'm struggling with this continuous interim writer block followed by writer cramp and then … Continue reading The Lost Rhythm & a Young Aged Author
