Douglas Nordfors
Douglas Nordfors is a native of Seattle, and currently lives in Charlottesville, Virginia. He has a BA from Columbia University and an MFA in poetry from The University of Virginia. Since 1987, he has published poems in journals such as “The Iowa Review,” “Quarterly West,” “Poetry Northwest,” and “Poet Lore,” and recent work has appeared in “Burnside Review,” “The Louisville Review, ”Matter,” “Chariton Review,” “The Hollins Critic,” “Potomac Review,” “Canada Quarterly,” “2River,” “BODY” Literature,” and others. His three books of poetry are "Auras" (2008), "The Fate Motif" (2013), and “Half-Dreaming” (2020), all published by Plain View Press.
The Real Story
The situation was this: Bret’s ringing phone had woken him up just before daybreak. Jeff, his once fairly close, but now hardly close friend, sounding frantic, had asked him to meet him. Bret had said he would and asked where, and Jeff had calmed down enough to give him clear directions.
Short Story
Issue 89, November 2024
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“This Tree,” “Death Dream” and “Society”
I stop walking,
and contemplate
the way the thin
arm of this tree
once bent upward,
before stretching
out over the river.
and contemplate
the way the thin
arm of this tree
once bent upward,
before stretching
out over the river.
Poetry
Issue 35, March 2020
Issues Archive
Douglas Nordfors
Douglas Nordfors is a native of Seattle, and currently lives in Charlottesville, Virginia. He has a BA from Columbia University and an MFA in poetry from The University of Virginia. Since 1987, he has published poems in journals such as “The Iowa Review,” “Quarterly West,” “Poetry Northwest,” and “Poet Lore,” and recent work has appeared in “Burnside Review,” “The Louisville Review, ”Matter,” “Chariton Review,” “The Hollins Critic,” “Potomac Review,” “Canada Quarterly,” “2River,” “BODY” Literature,” and others. His three books of poetry are "Auras" (2008), "The Fate Motif" (2013), and “Half-Dreaming” (2020), all published by Plain View Press.
The Real Story
The situation was this: Bret’s ringing phone had woken him up just before daybreak. Jeff, his once fairly close, but now hardly close friend, sounding frantic, had asked him to meet him. Bret had said he would and asked where, and Jeff had calmed down enough to give him clear directions.
Short Story
Issue 89, November 2024
Issues Archive
“This Tree,” “Death Dream” and “Society”
I stop walking,
and contemplate
the way the thin
arm of this tree
once bent upward,
before stretching
out over the river.
and contemplate
the way the thin
arm of this tree
once bent upward,
before stretching
out over the river.
Poetry
Issue 35, March 2020
Issues Archive