You Don't Have to Believe in the World

<p><em style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>You Don't Have to Believe in the World</em><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)> is a strange slow walk with self not the individual self but the self made of its communion with others with time with space and memory. The poems look toward and engage a porousness of being that struggles with determined modes of individuality and at the same time seek to take responsibility for all a body holds. Imagistic and surreal erickson's poems haunt like that low fog we all love.</span></p>