when the sky
falls
catch its
diamonds
on your
wrists
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.
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.