Author: Eric Fournier
A creative, independent-minded poet, author, and artist who enjoys turning ideas into finished projects.
Also practices American Sign Language.
My wishes one
You have three magic genie wishes, what are you asking for? I wish for you to be free, I need not of what you Genie have to give materially. Be my friend, I desire to be a loyal companion of yours as you start your journey of freedom.
I Never Learned Who I Was Back Then…
TRIGGER WARNING: Self Harm, Racism, Drug Use, Violence, Bullying, Abuse, Neglect
>Forest of My Mind<
I feel as if I am in a bubble that holds my mind and spirit outwardly from my body. Looking within I see the emotions churn and broil. Roasting away under the heat aggression of anger and rage, the emotions slowly dry, crumbling to the dust of regret and wasted effort. Inward, searching the crevices’…
What risk haven’t I taken?
What’s the biggest risk you’d like to take — but haven’t been able to? Some people risk their lives flying down the side of a mountain, and that’s great, it’s risky and fun. Yet, I still believe I have risked more than they have. I have traveled the country up and down, quit jobs, moved…
I am most proud of…
What are you most proud of in your life? Generally being a pleasant, agreeable, hard working, dedicated, loyal, caring, having great consideration, joy, and courage to face the emotions inside of myself which I find negative and toxic to myself, life partner, family, and friends. The anger, resentment, traumatic responses, triggers, anxiety flares, manic spirals,…
I’ve been working on a Novel-a
What have you been working on? About two years ago an idea drifted through my mind concerning a tale of morality about two Gnome lads and their guilty conscience. I am writing it for my Niece which doubles the excitement.
Tipi’s Tap Tap
The fingers go tit tat tap, Up and down inky keys, Tipi’s tapping typing, Strokes punctuated by a bright tap, Kaching, bell rung onto next lines, Stationary fed through cranking wheels, Tip tap tip tap keys fall, Stroking away, as ink dries, Leaving beautiful words behind.
Both, some, mostly none of the above
Do lazy days make you feel rested or unproductive? A lazy day is only a day, We are not bees, Nor are we trees. A lazy day is not only a day, Sailing ocean blue, While dancing to a shanty tune. Oh a lazy day is only a day, Much like spring in May, Full…
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