when the sky
            catch its
            on your
                                                      so I
                        can find you
            in the jar of black clay

This is a reprint of work originally published in First Literary Review-East.

Erik Fuhrer holds an MFA from the University of Notre Dame. His work has appeared in BlazeVOX, Dream Pop Journal, Crab Fat Magazine, Noble / Gas Qtrly, SPF Lit Mag, and various other venues. He lives in Indiana with his wife.

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1 Response to elegy

  1. varjakBaby says:

    Thank you for posting this one. it reminds me of my style–kind of arbitrary imagery tossed together in a haphazard manner to paint a “unique, charming” scene full of “symbolism and metaphor”. Allow the mind to go wild with imagination!

    No really, it’s good to see myself from the outside, though, to see what some of the faults of my genre are. It helps me improve.

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