Call to me with foreign tongues, Upon a melody long forgotten. That I may come wandering into these woods, We’re memories walk trails forbidden. Where trees groan with the weight of human thoughts, And shed tears upon those who dare walk beneath their bows. Cast your eyes round about broken stone and swaying grasses, As … Continue reading Whispering Wood- Michael Erickson
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Parmara- Michael Erickson
Oh forgotten jewel of the sea, How long have you laid hidden on the edge of the world. Surf and tides ever pulling at your bones, Laying bare your secrets deep. With ruins tumbling into the sea, All we have are distant memories. . . . Voices sang across the sea to willing ears, Where … Continue reading Parmara- Michael Erickson
To Chimera- Michael Erickson
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
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
Go Dog Go Café 