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)
What Quint Teaches Us About Bravery
THE SCAR GAME It’s a lull between attacks. Quint, Hooper and Brody are sitting around the table in the tiny mess of the Orca. It’s just after the golden hour, that deep blue period when the sky is the same color as the ocean and you feel like you're suspended in sapphire. In the distance, we hear whale song.
By Eric Dovigi2 years ago in FYI
5 Reasons Getting A Breakthrough Case SUCKS
Like a lot of people in education, I’m used to being around germs. It’s literally my job to gather several dozen grubby teenagers in a small room, shut the door, and encourage everyone to get close to each other and open their mouths.
By Eric Dovigi2 years ago in Longevity
Castle Ornithollow
Donna stood among the leaves, counting the gargoyles that lined the castellated walls of the ancient building. When her Uncle Jeremy had begun to describe the castle, with all its oddly-angled turrets and its ancient iron border and its hillock of colonial gravestones and the lake behind it, Donna had become intrigued.
By Eric Dovigi2 years ago in Fiction
Twenty-One Beginnings for the Same Short Story
1. The west window of the old Thompson House was bright with the pale pressed faces of children peering down into the parking lot at the mailman, who, unable to hear their cries for help, was walking back to the street.
By Eric Dovigi2 years ago in Fiction
Garden Indian Residential School
2021 This is the memory that will come to Terry when he reads an article at work about Garden Indian Residential School, where hundreds of the bodies of children have been found buried in shallow graves: the time he saw the bottom half of his father. The one that worked so that the top half could eat an orange, at night, with his son. Pulling the flesh apart with his fingers, tearing out the segments, one for Terry, one for dad, one for Terry, one for dad, as rain beats the windowsill.
By Eric Dovigi2 years ago in Fiction
