Erich von Hungen
Erich von Hungen is a writer from San Francisco, California. Currently he is involved with his YouTube poetry channel called PoetryForce.
For a collection of short stories, he was the runner-up for The Joseph Henry Jackson Award. His writing has appeared in The Colorado Quarterly, Cathexis Northwest Press and The Esthetic Apostle.
“Pleasure,” “The Toys on the Floor” and “Within the Walls”
The block finds pleasure,
all that it needs,
as it is slipped into
the place conceived for it,
that spot where it truly fits:
snug, smooth, clean
without jiggle or sway.
all that it needs,
as it is slipped into
the place conceived for it,
that spot where it truly fits:
snug, smooth, clean
without jiggle or sway.
Poetry
Issue 25, May 2019
Issues Archive
“Apple-Cold,” “Not Understanding,” and “If”
It is that first cold
that brings the apples,
the apple-cold,
the cold that moves the white moon
further, further up the tree,
the cold where the still, clear sky
lifts and stretches out
as if waking and making itself ready
for when the apples
and the moon
and the warm sun are gone,
that brings the apples,
the apple-cold,
the cold that moves the white moon
further, further up the tree,
the cold where the still, clear sky
lifts and stretches out
as if waking and making itself ready
for when the apples
and the moon
and the warm sun are gone,
Poetry
Issue 22, February 2019
Issues Archive
Erich von Hungen
Erich von Hungen is a writer from San Francisco, California. Currently he is involved with his YouTube poetry channel called PoetryForce.
For a collection of short stories, he was the runner-up for The Joseph Henry Jackson Award. His writing has appeared in The Colorado Quarterly, Cathexis Northwest Press and The Esthetic Apostle.
“Pleasure,” “The Toys on the Floor” and “Within the Walls”
The block finds pleasure,
all that it needs,
as it is slipped into
the place conceived for it,
that spot where it truly fits:
snug, smooth, clean
without jiggle or sway.
all that it needs,
as it is slipped into
the place conceived for it,
that spot where it truly fits:
snug, smooth, clean
without jiggle or sway.
Poetry
Issue 25, May 2019
Issues Archive
“Apple-Cold,” “Not Understanding,” and “If”
It is that first cold
that brings the apples,
the apple-cold,
the cold that moves the white moon
further, further up the tree,
the cold where the still, clear sky
lifts and stretches out
as if waking and making itself ready
for when the apples
and the moon
and the warm sun are gone,
that brings the apples,
the apple-cold,
the cold that moves the white moon
further, further up the tree,
the cold where the still, clear sky
lifts and stretches out
as if waking and making itself ready
for when the apples
and the moon
and the warm sun are gone,
Poetry
Issue 22, February 2019
Issues Archive