Erin Lucas

Joined June 2021

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Bio

she/her

Multimedia Creator, Writer, Educator, Nonprofit Organizer

Stories (21/0)

the nature of the autodidact
Libra season escorted out ever so apropos by the waves of Scorpio’s wind . big shifts ahead . eclipses after
By Erin Lucas2 months ago in Poets
hawks circling overhead
What does being human feel like? . It feels like: Taking off my sweaty straw hat after a day of outside work Feeling the vanilla-sky-time-almost-fall-breeze
By Erin Lucas2 months ago in Poets
a council of beasts
a council of consciousness resides within and out . your eye twitch the goosebumps from joy and sadness .
By Erin Lucas2 months ago in Poets
the in-betweens
leave me to the equinoxes of language time existence . the in-between seasons the ultimate transmutations seeds that sprout and fields that crop
By Erin Lucas6 months ago in Poets
my parents’ mothers
one was full of soft wrinkles and curves for days squeezed in a tiny frame one was full of precision and a long, thin shape like a country backroad
By Erin Lucas6 months ago in Poets
Soul Train
“… But my body Yearned to be free I got up on the floor and thought Somebody could choose me…” . She wakes up on the train to the sounds of Marvin Gaye’s “Got to Give It Up, Part 1.” Speeds pass by much like the unknown amount of time that’s passed. The girl has no idea how long she’s been here or how fast she’s going. She looks around for luggage, a ticket, a clue.
By Erin Lucas8 months ago in Fiction
what happens after...
what happens after… . after I get used to soft sounds but the world gets loud again, louder . when the only sounds I want to hear are
By Erin Lucas8 months ago in Poets
Thank you, Mama
Thank you for that drive to the liquor store in Briar back when we lived in a dry county in Texas. I believe I was in the 6th grade. Yes, definitely the 6th grade. Here’s how I know: In the 5th grade, I came home from a “family.”
By Erin Lucas10 months ago in Confessions
Mean Woman
I don’t want to be the In between Woman . Make me young, Drench me in the stench Of youth And arrogance . Make me old,
By Erin Lucasabout a year ago in Poets
The Plan Was To Take Route 66
I took myself for a drive today. I had a plan, a destination in mind. I came to the split in the highway and my intuition said “Guthrie.” This destination felt different inside than the plan I originally had. I felt my solar plexus. I turned off Maps. I went.
By Erin Lucasabout a year ago in Poets
An Echo Heard
Green and white stripes tap In brown leather loafers Tap to the rhythms of the patio music Tap to the rhythms of the universe
By Erin Lucasabout a year ago in Poets
That One Night
Senses ignited– Sight: Spied you Then again Then out of muscle memory Or desire Then by choice The choice to spy To hear
By Erin Lucasabout a year ago in Poets