Walking is one of my favorite ways to pass away my time. I enjoy the air, sounds, breeze, and the current weather. Though, spring time is my favorite. I get to discover new life and explore as Winter’s death grasp is lifted from the world. The above photo was shot in South Carolina near one…
Author: Eric Fournier
A creative, independent-minded poet, author, and artist who enjoys turning ideas into finished projects.
Also practices American Sign Language.
ZEN TANGLE COLLABERATION
It started out as a Zen Tangle and turned into a funny cartoon. My girlfriend loves to draw Zen Tangles and this is the first one we collaborated on. I colored it as I saw it in my mind and she drew the image.
DEEP SEA FISHING WITH MY UNCLE & COUSIN
It was a breezy Pensacola moonlit Florida morning. We all pilled into Uncle Tom’s SUV and drove to the docks where our chartered fishing boat, crew, and Captain waited for us. We loaded up and were puttering down the bay’s narrow docking canals towards open waters. Eventually we’d be sixty kilometers from shore fishing and…
I LOVE MY GRANDMA
Bashing symbols crashing in time with the quick snare, Grasping earbulbs like Grannies mad as a crazed mare, Whipping youthful rears, Correcting childhood mood & quelling immature fear. Taking motherly care, and never, Going too far or too near, Letting babies hearts feel the warmth grow undeterred, Mothering her grandbabies forever.
TIME IN AFRICA
I spent six months in Africa as a United States Sailor as an enlisted E-5. My profession at the time was as a Religious Program Specialist, (RP2). I served with the Fleet Marine Force as part of the Joint Task Force: Horn of Africa. We were stationed out of Camp Lemonier in Djibouti. At the…
(CREATIVE WRITTING PROJECT: HENRY – CHAP 3)
Reviewed July 1, 2020 Chapter III “Fifteen minutes until closing,” Dottie announced. Everyone bustled about finishing their drinks and cleaning up. The people who performed began to file on stage for a brief meeting with the owner who distributed blank envelopes to everyone. “A portion of the profits from tonight, thank you for helping…
CBT: Cognitive Behavior Therapy
It has been two weeks since I started attending a CBT group online. We haven’t covered much, but the little bits we have learned has touched many of our issues. This week’s topic was negative thinking patterns and how depression distorts our thinking & self beliefs. My memories for instance are distorted by depression. I…
AN ODE TO THE DYING
Once you had much time to wine and dine, Now your life is shorter than a dime. When we gathered we laughed and acted like we had forever, Now we sit and reminisce on old memories and talk into the late hour. I look at you and think of your once healthy complexion, Now I…
JOHNNY BOY
(Johnny Boy is a poem about a higher power providing for it’s creation. Though religious, it is about each person’s higher power or lack of one.) Down from heaven floated the tiny seed, It landed on the palm of my hand, Taking it between my fingers I held it to my eye, It looked so…
(POEM: HENRY – CHAP 2)
“A Hand Always Given” Over hills we traveled, many of us new, bedazzled, at the spectacular castle which held our future, Different walks of life directed us to the same place, where we learned and grew, and became emboldened. Whenever we lost our way, a hand was always given, and though we stumbled, no one…
