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Category Archives: Reprint
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 … Continue reading
your body is too small to build a river from therefore: shudder of flies what is the time cold blue around the lip of the curve of the stroke of light across from: glass too fogged to see through thread … Continue reading
is palpable tastes like licking the road faces dry like lips like the cracked cheeks of a charcoaled body air can do that you know: BURN that is why we must tongue the rain when it bursts and glut our soft skin so … Continue reading
Along the edge of the ice, where the water is not still and will not freeze despite the winter, stands a goose and her mate. All around them are small, familiar mounds. The night snow has settled upon these mounds … Continue reading
“If dreams are like movies, then memories are films about ghosts.”—Adam Duritz Skin flakes fell. Blood baked on the hot asphalt. The salty, metallic stench of sweat wafted in the summer air as the zombie shambled, chasing the frazzled sheriff … Continue reading
unless you consider the wail of a glacier as it splits down the middle under the shimmer of Aurora Borealis, the crack of lightning striking the crook of a branch so thick it creaks and crackles on its slow fall … Continue reading
Poetry is a stop sign— either you get it or you don’t. Surprisingly few do. After all, how many drivers ever really come to a complete stop? This is a reprint of work originally published in Lāhaina Noon. Eric Paul … Continue reading