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 (72/0)
What Is A "Commodity Fetish," And Do You Have One?
Today I bought a bottle of wine, a gilt cup, a pretty blue ceramic mug, some kind of Italian pumpkin spice bread in a little paper box with a tassel on top, a box of kimchi-flavored instant ramen, a square of chocolate and a tea towel.
By Eric Dovigi3 years ago in Humans
- Top Story - August 2021
Winning A Vocal-Challenge Forced Me To Confront My Neurosis and Impostor-SyndromeTop Story - August 2021
Who, Me? My desktop computer sits on a dark oak table next to the living room window, which stretches most of the wall and affords a view of pine forest, rolling hills, and the San Francisco Peaks.
By Eric Dovigi3 years ago in Journal
The Evening Primroses
I. Take the slats on Haven’s east end picket fence, for example. Go there tomorrow. The wind will be running, whistling, where the fence begins by the duck pond and the sunlight is undivided and strange and mottled. Follow it through the trail that cuts behind the high school where the apple trees grow, but don’t eat the apples; they’re sour.
By Eric Dovigi3 years ago in Fiction
- First Place in SFS 1: Old Barn Challenge
Van Gogh In A Field, In the RainFirst Place in SFS 1: Old Barn Challenge
When I was very young I would leave the old barn, cross the wheat fields into town and sit by half of a bridge until the sun rose. Once the sun had risen high enough to illuminate the north-south streets, I would move quickly—all children have no time to lose—to my mother’s house, where she would give me food and kick me back out into the street. Then I would wander around, sit by the half-bridge again for a while, eventually make my way to the house by the edge of the wheat field. I thought the man who lived there was my father because he would always give me something to eat when he saw me and he was handsome.
By Eric Dovigi3 years ago in Fiction
Making Kimchi in the Misty Mountains of Korea
Your Dream Korean Vacation The noise and bustle of Seoul, South Korea’s exciting, vibrant capital, is behind you. You’re heading east, toward the coast. Korea is a mountainous, forested country; your rented car, which smells like new leather, winds through narrow roads, switch-backs, tunnels.
By Eric Dovigi3 years ago in Feast
Harry Potter and the Three Steps of Growing Up
In Sault Ste Marie, my remote Canadian hometown, we got everything late. Movies came out months after their release in the US; books were released later and at much higher prices; television shows took longer to catch on; even fashions reached us by the time they were obsolete elsewhere. It’s almost as if the radio-waves themselves had to take to the highways and make the long trek up north through the snow and trees, finally reaching our movie theaters and TV sets panting and sweaty.
By Eric Dovigi3 years ago in Families
Top 5 Self-Help Pet Peeves
The Shallow Directive. Have you considered yoga? My first pet peeve is the habit armchair self-helpers have of offering suggestions like “you should think about taking up yoga,” or “try getting out in the sunshine more,” or “have you examined your diet recently?”
By Eric Dovigi3 years ago in Motivation
On Your Daughter's Eighth Birthday
On your daughter’s eighth birthday she will fall down a well. She will swim to the bottom, open a hatch she’ll find there and be given one bloody plastic bag by a mermaid, who’ll reach through with a glittering hand and pull her to safety. Your daughter will crawl out of a sewer grate, dripping, in the rain, clutching the bag. On her return home she will profess to hate you. This will continue through her teenage years, during which time she will read a lot and raise chickens.
By Eric Dovigi3 years ago in Fiction