Eric Dovigi

Joined March 2021

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Bio

I am a writer and musician living in Arizona. I write about weird specific emotions I feel. I didn't like high school. I eat out too much. I stand 5'11" in basketball shoes.

Twitter: @DovigiEric

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Height, Shape, Color, Position
HEIGHT, SHAPE, COLOR, POSITION LOGLINE: A very famous gardener, his peas, and the immutable bureaucracy that keeps them apart. "Height, Shape, Color, Position" is a deeply funny, deeply human comedy about the forces we allow to keep us away from our dreams.
By Eric Dovigi9 months ago in Fiction
The Cats of Auschwitz
A bus, this time, takes us through the iron gate. It is the same, yet not the same, the oldest of us, a woman past one hundred, remarks in pointed Yiddish.
By Eric Dovigi12 months ago in Fiction
On Killing A Deer As An Old Man
Far away from the white boat, and the sun, and the shade of the orange crates, I came to the head of a trail. I saw licks of blood in the dirt. Shouldering a rifle, I trod on.
By Eric Dovigi12 months ago in Fiction
View of Delft
Amid white shells of morning, the blacksmith looks to the door and hears ringing church bells. The church steeple tolls. Empty sherry casks, hardwood, cold stone, new bread; the Cooper grins.
By Eric Dovigi12 months ago in Fiction
A Frat Boy Wants His Mom
“That’s not a shirley temple, that’s noseblood and white klaw.” Brandon hit his head on the disco ball and is bleeding into the kitchen sink and Mandy and Tabitha are holding him up. He’s fainting because he has hemophobia.
By Eric Dovigi12 months ago in Fiction
Sisyphus Happy
Sisyphus ducked under his boulder And rested it against his shoulder. He said with a grin, "Looks like I win. And I never look a day older."
By Eric Dovigiabout a year ago in Poets
Sunflower One
Sunflower One burst through the grass into jurassic dragonflyville. 'Good Lord!' she thought. ‘Everything is so old. I don't know what to think. Somebody get me a cup of coffee.'
By Eric Dovigiabout a year ago in Poets
A Memory of Elephants
Elephants marched through the graveyard Feet sticking, peat strands and willow catkins catching Around trunks, finger-like.
By Eric Dovigiabout a year ago in Poets
The Tea Boat in Hong Kong Harbor
Snow fell upon the deck of the Tea Boat, Orange beneath lantern light, And there was no sound but the muffled laughter that rose from the cabin below.
By Eric Dovigiabout a year ago in Poets
The Beaver Dam at Blind River, at Night
Wind tussles thick reeds. The beaver sees its breath, turns. The water is still.
By Eric Dovigiabout a year ago in Poets
The Great Wave off of Kanagawa
No, we are quite safe. The genius of the blue wave: It must never crash.
By Eric Dovigiabout a year ago in Poets
Winter, with Bluejay
Trunks of bare maple, Still, the soft sound of snowflakes, A sudden blue flick.
By Eric Dovigiabout a year ago in Poets

Eric Dovigi

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Stories (72/0)

Height, Shape, Color, Position

The Cats of Auschwitz

On Killing A Deer As An Old Man

View of Delft

A Frat Boy Wants His Mom

Sisyphus Happy

Sunflower One

A Memory of Elephants

The Tea Boat in Hong Kong Harbor

The Beaver Dam at Blind River, at Night

The Great Wave off of Kanagawa

Winter, with Bluejay

Achievements (2)