Erika Koenig
I'm a mother/welder/artist. I fabricate with steel, wool and words. I weld, I join materials for good, for art and life
desolation a constant exodus a rampant exile a desert wandering a deep loneliness a bloodless cutting off
It is comforting to have a dog by one's side. Looking after TJ has added bright lightness and fun moments to my days Automatically you meet lots of other people with their dogs and get to know them...
I am afraid the whole world is laughing at the leader of our nation, Mr Harper. It makes me sad presently that our electoral system is broken and failing many people in this vast land of Canada. If...
Houses of non description in sub urban landscape stand lonely on a delta. Where are the people and who are they anyways? As long as I live here in sub urban landscape I am friendless. The people ta...
For now I will call it a gap, a vacant space, this is the space unoccupied by my earthly father, the space carved tremors, cracks, tiny hairline splits within my being.
Women can teach teachers. Oh teacher of welds and electric current you are meant to rise to no ones expectation but your own. Never mind the machismo effect. It will always be in the atmosphere wai...
I draw a line indicating my limits. I speak of limits that paint the boundary of a frontier. I gather my thoughts into a small bundle and once again tie my bundle onto a well worn strong limb from ...
You and I walk together Two of us along the path Holding hands to comfort
Said: go get a job and everything will be okay
With my tears I resist silence of my son It was only yesterday That I held you in my arms
In the silent rigorous movements of text messaging I send you images of cats and birds as if reaching to you with my hand through the keypad of this device to feel you
Rhea Phoenix
You may think that my pain [21] is a drag
Invisible pictures excite my mind I remember you very young Dreams of mythical monsters Speaking recalling detailed images I listened intently to every word
Costs no money
Think this was not suppose to happen to me
Movement in slow motion becoming like a small seed
Depression isn't pretend or bs it's a period in anyone's life a season a circumstance when your mind is trapped in thinking-feeling
In my lifetime I want to hear a man thank a woman for giving him his children. Where it has been spoken I was not there to hear it. I think there are a few good men who have said thank you to their...
I spy the tunnel's under tow a blank white space alone to travel through many layers far in a dimension unknown