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>