you don’t have to believe in the world

You Don’t Have to Believe in the World 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.