William Erickson

William Erickson is a poet and writer from Washington. His work appears or is forthcoming in West Branch, Heavy Feather, Sixth Finch, Bear Review, and elsewhere. He is the author of a chapbook, Monotonies of the Wildlife (FLP). William spent nearly half his life in the glass trade, a career he now exploits for metaphor.

Parts of Woods

still
partsofwoods
grow and grow
and
silenceisspace
betweenthings
listen

Breathing Exercise

My real lungsare not insidemy ribs
my real lungsballoon at dawn
a hundred tonsof river
in the foldsthey keep afloat.
To hover ever-so softly over everythingis everything.
I'll draw a breath
a ghost
a face
a petalfrom the rainto dry and scentbefore we picnic
Marigold, O Marigold,this spine is coming loose!

Dear deadbolt

Orbit after orbit,holed-up white spotsmake short work ofmy pet project.
All these bridges and not onetoe to tempt an edge withthe whole upshot in a nutshell.
It's a shame.
It's an animal I've switched intofor a play I wrote whose last line is spokenthrough the keyhole.

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