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Erich Schweikher

Erich Schweikher is currently finishing his MFA thesis at Boise State while attempting to resurrect the literary journal cold-drill. He misses Portland, OR with all his heart, especially the friendly people at Rogue and the shade of Forest Park. Occasionally he has nightmares about never leaving Idaho.

[The intolerable sound of starving] from She Writes a Ghost Story

5 December 2005
Vol. 5, No. 4
poetry

You pull a name from the river, cradle

it to your breast. It is a twitching egg,

a pitcher of bees you wish to pour skyward.