Eriks Reks

Two buckets of water in an animal suit, engineering my soul with a pen.


Heuristics, Literacy, and Interfaces


Like in many thoughtful corners of the web, folks enjoy discussing education and the process therein. This should come as no surprise really. With…


Dusting off the dreamscape

At the middle point, where the tiredness from twilight edges to having fully fallen asleep, I have the tendency to think-dream a lot about what I wish to write. The moment seems to last forever or never.

Then I wake, with the day either offering bird sounds outside my window, the weekly garbage truck, or the quiet, silent time before the sun…


Conversation Sounds

Software Support & Onomatopaies 


Since April of last year I’ve taken over two thousand phone calls, and answered as many, if not more, emails…


rickyrojas.tv on tumblr

This is my website. There are many like it. But this one is mine!


I recently finished a product of which I’m pretty proud.

Publications edited by Eriks Reks

The mind, body, and spirit all move. Challenge the trinity.

Rhythmic word expressions.


How do you write?


How I used to Write

Violence is Unacceptable


Typical dinner conversations at my mom’s consist of heady subjects like religion, philosophy, and womanhood. But this past Sunday I visited home and participated in a…


The Web Conscious


The Collective Unconscious

Swiss psychologist Carl Jung in the 1920s argued that humans share a “collective unconscious.” His observation, rooted in…


To Infinity and Beyond!


Centuries are undoubtedly marked by their events.

15th century


Heuristics, Literacy, and Interfaces


Like in many thoughtful corners of the web, folks enjoy discussing education and the process therein. This should come as no surprise really. With…


Soup


for hours
you bubble and sit,
in mom’s Crockpot whip:
patient for the cool
that broth’s so hot.


Righting


If you’re a writer, you know the incredible cosmic din of information whirring in your own head. Because let’s be serious—you wouldn’t be a ‘writer’ if you didn’t think you had something to say. And you wouldn’t be on Medium, a relatively small community of syntactically savvy keyboard poppers, if you didn’t think your brain was a small galaxy.