Erika Koenig-Workman
Mother to three sons, multimedia artist, structural welder and writer
I am so sorry that evil Herod and Herodias murdered Your dear cousin John, who was the greatest prophet I know that You know that it marked the beginning for You to begin proclaiming Your Kingdom ...
Hey Bhreandain,
*Invisibility* means you blend into walls in plain sight. So people call you a wall flower. Being forgotten means you are lost in the forth dimension named: Time
Ever since I was a little girl in foster care I noticed the **Tree Tops**
"She made a mistake and now it was time to write the wrong.”
I heard and listened to movement Graces and mercies within
I whisper into your ear My heart-seed prayers
The wilds of the earth sing of acceptance freedom resound in your wandering
I beat my feet into the concrete tar and stones grind my feet thankful for Hoka shoes
Travelling the light fantastic feels like a folly of fierce adventure
Stories Stories Stories
The tears caught in her throat as she stood at the edge of the cliff - one step forward and it would all be over.
No Internet connection secured.
How is it possible I believe without seeing
GIG Fast Internet and data advertise in my face while my ears pop going through the tunnel people look at the reflections in the window and recognize something
Day Thirteen: The BVM in the Kingdom of the Divine Will
To chase down the ripples of Your **Love** is my full time job By second minute hour day week month and year—I run the race To keep in **Kairos** **time** with **You** and the **Family** **Is** ent...
Pernicious and ineffable
In the shiny space people notice a sparkle
**Evasive** depression with acedia is a sad anxiety memory trauma coupled with worry fear ocd gad add adhd ptsd in emotions even their feelings with waves vibrations be our demons like all monsters...
Wind Waves by Madame Yvonne Domenge for Vancouver Biennale
I grew up in silence and sorrow
Watching Listening Breathing
I was walking along the stone path I turned and walked to the garden to see leaves In their decay their true colours reveal
A modern young dystopian serial starring four guys born in 1997, 1998, 1999 and 2000. All living away from home ~Canada 🇨🇦~ Together ‼️ In the Big Apple 🍎 NYC 🇺🇸
Four years ago this day March 6th I wanted to die—wished I’d never been born
We are **KILLING** Ourselves to **live**
**About Cabo San Lucas CSL [Files] 217** play or tv series (?) c. **Erika Koenig-Workman**
In a **stupid economy**
Vigil for a Port once a baby—run into toddlerhood middle childhood came and went she traded goods faster and faster
British Columbia Ministry of Social Development and Poverty Reduction exists to help people helping themselves out of their poverty NOT into it
I will to tune to zoom | In my very private room | Exactly there at 3pm | I in my hallowed private den | With all my Artwork shining | I see a golden lining | Tis not the way of everyday | Yet the...
**I touch** the Fringe of Your Hem In 1962, 1965, 1970 1974, 1978, 1984, 1991, 1995, 1999, 2000, 2005, 2009, 2012, 2016, 2020
Pixelated pictures appear pounding Our planned preparations We labour deep into night hours
leading up to the beginning of the end of the beginning she broke herself on a craggy rock pebble stone the glass cut her and she bled all over herself it was a unhappy day not quite what she had ...
I lost the music Of Le Vent du Nord
The **Holy Trinity** in conversation with each other about the time when they were creating every thing on earth and talking about their passions and accomplishments
**That particular coincidence** I am speaking of occurs in time and place when unique souls intercept and interconnect
I wish you to enjoy your long weekend.
Begins with a miracle Begins with a life
In the midst of this world
By **Elliot J. Nitkin** Copyright **Erika Koenig-Workman**
To **RESTORE** and **PROTECT**
“Faith is not about explaining IT IS about living and breathing
To say goodbye Love has her way
*A poetic description of not so slight sins and how they affect the heart*
When fearless weighted vessels weave their way out to the Strait of Georgia, I look to the horizon line. I listen to hear and recall the lapping of waves against 'the edge of a a mysterious ledge'...
Your gifts essential Your talents many to list Your voice gently whispers
Off the parameter of your Love for me I am prone to habitual sights and sounds That push pull me hither and thither I can’t stand it anymore please take me
I’m running before I open my eyes To a place I call a safe and sound home
I like to see the logs on the river There they wait sitting orderly Snuggled up to one another
A diagrammatic record leads to the root of a problem a concept waiting to be discovered is not a near miss yet a solution at hand
Hate is not the opposite of love It is indifference it is told to be said
**Child of the Fraser** **South Fraser Shores**
**The way of man on earth is war** No satiation is possible **until** Transformation comes upon mankind
Some words do not deserve to be capitalized or bold or underlined
“I felt humble, on the outside, people didn't even give me a second thought. They came expecting me to fulfill an immediate desire, to satiate their appetites was my demise. You think they would l...
metal scratch inside my head
It is better to heed a warning than ignore it
The volley in our game rises falls ** game over** it crushes me
Dark and out into the full ebullient light you shine bravely like a valiant foot soldier that has carried the equipment for communication with the outside world
Protest Day | January 13, 2013
Therefore be in the now
Dove calls from a nearby tree to alert me of our first language —**silence incarnato **
Is anyone tending To listening
I choose therefore I am
Please—What say you?
Violence is not the way of Love Nor is punishment or reward
At first light I thought grey No – I look at the colour wheel and see it is all the colours
Today I met a farmer growing leeks, kale and kohlrabi; a variety of cabbage with a edible swollen stem. His weathered eyes asked questions of me yet he spoke no words, pushing a wheel barrel with ...
“November rain in Livan-drea is equivalent to late night music of a distant language that speaks directly to my spirit. Stripped of any pretension, vulnerable I wait; for revelation—presence of Sp...
Women can teach teachers Oh teacher of welds and electric current
They were smoking cigarettes Which are bad for you
Think this was not suppose to happen to me
For now I will call it a gap
You and I walk together
Next to a paved paradise is a parking lot where late night city floodlights accentuate a wide open vacant stretch of land that juts towards me
FADE IN: INT. Laundry Mat - MORNING Ricka: “Do you have a price list” she asked Launderer: “No, no price list” she answered, the beautiful launderer’s eyes sparkled with curiosity and a snicker es...
Weld your way along the main frame of life bring things together make joins lines and fillets **Steel** you are my friend I won't pretend show me your ways I am at your disposal you at mine I wi...
“What do welders and mothers have in common?” he asked
‘one day it will be said'
Light and stone explode from inside a door, representing invincible force and power
In the Zellers Department Store. The only thing that matters is this time we spend holding each other. I don't like the 'christmas consumer crunch' but I sit down in the cafeteria to remember all ...
Keep looking To clouds — where l i g h t c o m e s from the days will make you swear there is nothing f r o m d r i f t i n g s h a d o w s though a flash gleam burst of effulgence revealing...
A c o l l a b o r a t i v e divorce
You will understand
Do you think that being an Artist is all about a bunch of hokey pokey crazy lazy things….let’s dispel a few constructs
to navigate the currents barely narrowly
adjust yourself to fit your reality that comes by surprise it will make you surmise that the pieces of this puzzle may fit after all work diligently to create take your mediums and bri...
**Exact**
In hindsight I realize
Words
Ravaged from a day in the ring the small girl woman
To receive An unexpected gift
I recognized you when you walked into town with slow measured steps
Old habits die long slow deaths It is the choke weed that refuses To loosen it's hold on my autumn garden
A man in love with the sea deserves to be free
It only makes sense to me in the late hours when my mind has received compensation for all things done all things thought and said
the door till you can't no more
writing words I would lose my way
The night full of light stirs cold air unto winter set before ground now frozen
I stand on a roof top to let sun bath me while I wait for seagulls to depart upon a precipice metal is cold steady underneath it supports and sustains How long will this go on I wonder with a res...
To trust in the song of a bird
Materials found or salvaged can be transformed into una idea.
It is week three or four? ‘Arlette’ is tired. She is having her ‘soul’ replenished and renewed. Her steel tanks came first and then ‘Arlette’ built around them. Two large heavy fuel tanks that are...
A **unicycle** is difficult to ride yet not impossible Three **Sons** poses a juggle well worth it **Art** is important for every human to feel real
An end to travail A day without death
Let me be resigned to You my Jesus quietly sitting listening watching
In the silence **Blessed Holy Spirit** descends not seen or heard tiptoeing into the Sanctuary—You’re speciality
to the water at the River sounds wash clean ev'ry thing
is like
He wept on the day of your crucifixion
In the Light
Holy Saturday the space in between death then life life then death Is where we will be for now biding our time naturally trying to catch the hours Where does the time go Eve asks I do not know...
I would rather there a heaven than none at all / Not reserved for the invited What you imagine is G-d's dream come true / A hemorrhaging heart offers **Mercy mercy mercy **/ Furious and jealous ...
What is this revolution in my soul that calls me to change now or die —Is it this difficult deadly and daring? Ah! I know it is —my death was coming at a furious pace
I remember