Our Future Before Yesterday
a little poetry anthology
Dear friends,
Here’s a little poetry book I worked on a few years ago and finally had the time to wrap up this week. Some of you have read pieces from it; some of you have helped me edit; and some of you are the reasons I wrote them. ❤️ When I re-opened the file earlier this year, I was embarrassed by how differently I used to write in 2019 –– these poems must never see the light of day! But as I continued reading, I felt a time capsule kind of innocence –– they documented a novice but earnest way of thinking about and looking at the little and big things in life. Many answers to our future can only be found in the past. So maybe they still deserve to be taken out of the dusty shoebox for a walk.
My personal favorites are:
At last, she whispered her man language
La Laguna (The Lagoon)
The Women in My Family
Lonely is
This is History As We Know It
The visuals are designed for full-screen reading with two pages next to each other, so it’s best if you download the file. Also, please let me know if you find any typos. 🤪
Warmly,
Erica
So incredibly proud of you Erica - you're always surprising me with your ambition - and the grace with which you fulfill it! I'll be enjoying a few poems whenever I get the chance. Today I particularly loved:
"i’ve waited months for something to fall with:
my lover’s hair
on the bathroom floor;
a meteor blinking
in glorious silence;
chopsticks slipping my fingertips
when i reach for too much
...
chills
are howling outside,
and i can finally make use of my passion."