if you were to lay on your stomach in the snow and focus your eyes upon the white blanket form, you would see intricate, interlocking shelves of snow delicately swept into place by wind. in time, the individual flakes melt and meld to join together in cohesive unity. their crystalline complexity is not lost but …
Autumn into Winter – a poem
Pale cornstalks blow and swirl within the breeze: all golden light – tall, tickling, synchronized. Their shape now dry and stiff with ebbing life; rough whispers rise and fall in symphony. They dance the dying days of autumn’s leave, requiring heavy, solemn exercise of tempered motion. They too realize their dance will end with seasonal …
Touch the Earth – a poem
behind my head hanging midway in the western sky the sun smothers stubbly remains of corn stalks in autumn light poking up their short remains amongst the tilled brown soil stitching a patchwork quilt of nature death and birth a solitary combine slowly rolls down a county lane after a day's labor dust hazing up …
Location – a poem
people speak while light reflects voices mesh, merge, and rebound in, around, and into my ears cars surge back and forth going somewhere fast to nowhere in particular place in relation to place finds its significance only in relationship of place to place location dismembered from relative locality loses identity it is all relationally locative …
Dream Sleep – a poem
pale sleep, undetected, takes mefrom my body into haze dreamslike a picker from the fruit treebrings half-ripes into the grocery3 December 2001
Matthew Erickson 