Eric Dovigi
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
Stories (71/0)
Astrid's Equation
Nobody can hear your scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. These words are written on a poster. This poster is blue and black and white. They never asked me for my input on the poster but happily, this is the color palette I would have chosen. A good omen. I remember thinking that at the time. “This is a good omen.” The phrase itself I thought a bit over the top, but people seemed to like it.
By Eric Dovigi10 months ago in Fiction
The Song of Tomorrow
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. “To be fair, no one can hear your scream because you are stuck inside that space suit. Also, your scream wasn’t very loud. You are pretty dehydrated right now and your voice is hoarse.”
By Eric Dovigi10 months ago in Fiction
- Runner-Up in From Across the Room Challenge
Rest! Top 5 New Years Resolutions to Get More and Better Sleep
1) The Caffeine Curfew Resolution We all have our own relationship with caffeine. For some of us it is a helpful friend that perks us up in the morning, or gives us an extra shot of alertness in the afternoon every once in a while. For others, it’s not so much a friend. It can induce or exacerbate anxiety, and upset the stomach. And finally there are those of us who are knocking back cups of coffee all day.
By Eric Dovigiabout a year ago in Motivation
Here Are Four Perfect Cups of Tea for the Four Seasons
Winter English Breakfast Tea, (Orange Pekoe) It’s the morning after the Long Night Moon. The sun is just peeking over the horizon. An early riser, you’ve descended to the living room where the coals of last night’s fire are gently falling asleep.
By Eric Dovigiabout a year ago in Feast
Lulu Will Be Late for the Funeral
Saturday afternoon finally arrives. Lulu, who had insisted on taking over every detail, stalks through the house like a disappointed bird of prey. There’s nothing left to do. She searches for any activity or point of focus with which to keep away thoughts of her son.
By Eric Dovigiabout a year ago in Fiction
