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Tag Archives: Erik Fuhrer
Anxiety entangles thinking, sits in chairs breathing. Drowned years forget beauty. Tears open eyes white behind the stuffed leopard, leaning back. Nature passed people lovely as stacks of prints, eccentric and civil. Fashionable young men preserve velvet on the hottest … Continue reading
A mottled blue feeling opened surprising heat. The world ceased to turn, which limited physical pleasure, hanging in the sun. Haunted grass dispersed, trying to juggle a kind of melancholy together with love. The saluted sparkle of electric lights tarnished … Continue reading
To interrupt a pipe, one rose slowly holding a row of small books: a pure waste of time. Progress stopped at the dance, flung back a volume at random. The screech of a fiddle filled with a kiss bound to … Continue reading
The tune hopped on left then right, holding the room in dreamy self-consciousness. Hymns became tripping pepper executed as figure-skating. Dancers shivered to criticize the most enjoyable part of the evening. A gigantic circle pricked many eyes to dawn, flushed … Continue reading
Peacocks cast purple necks nobbed with mottled powder. Laughter vows to break a jaunty tone, People bitterly peer in on arguments, conscious of inevitable dread. Curious friends speak with emotion. The next beginning beat toes to flatter a slight redness. … Continue reading
Looking-glasses splash colour between the windows, sit talking with God’s heart: smoky, stretched, rather dreary. In dark windows, invisible hands peppered the ballroom swing of the music with clasped hands. A palm tree deposited character. Trailing behind, eyes beg sympathetically, … Continue reading
A pause circled a singular gargoyle, recognized by the tortures of waltzing. Newcomers seemed to fade into the rhythm of bones: smooth circular dancers. Corners of blue and yellow breathing fast determined to dance. Half a bad floor, the dancers … Continue reading
An approved home made with invisible chalk hid. Some celebrity danced long evenings, absurdly stuffed. Matter slid and fiddled. A tortoise waltzed the black coal-scuttle spinning and drawing outsiders to the chalk. A snub of doubtful character made dinner and … Continue reading
A jaunty reverend left out eyeglasses, handfuls of long tasselled grass, a puppy down in the earth in front of shadows of men and women. His voice confronted playfully the face, bright crimson, of a child, pretending it was scolding … Continue reading
The silence prayed that the first shock was over. Strong nights turned to two figures lying beneath the ground, eyes shut without a word. Uncomfortable ordinary voices agitated with persistent heartbeats, tracing love in a grove of trees. They lost … Continue reading
Brave spirits spoil. No laughing matter really. An honest, poor old horse examined and concluded: ugly as sin, human beings. A rose stretched into two questions, anxious to hang upon the future with bright blue oracles. Surveying the future was … Continue reading
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