About Eric Forsbergh

Eric Forsbergh lives in Reston, Virginia, where he practices dentistry and is an active member of the Poetry Society of Virginia. He attended the University of Tennessee for undergraduate school, and the University of North Carolina for graduate school.

“Burial At Sea”

By |2020-10-09T15:27:12-05:00May 26th, 2014|Categories: Memorial Day, Poetry|

Crisp in whites, eight men up, four on a side, slow-step  the horizontal coffin across the flat expanse of our carrier, toward the edge. The decks are quieted. Crews of men in oil-spotted work clothes give a wide perimeter. The air hangs vacantly, with no women present to stitch that familiar dense knot, that compact [...]

My Wife’s Swim

By |2014-06-19T13:22:00-05:00February 14th, 2014|Categories: Poetry|

Bathers, Dieppe by Erick Sickert You bent to pull your top, your arms so tan. I watched you from the cliff at quarry cove. Your bend of neck revealed, I felt like Pan, his belly in the brush, and then you dove. Your pointed feet were last to disappear. […]

Winchester in October

By |2019-10-24T12:20:56-05:00October 12th, 2013|Categories: Poetry|

Autumn Effect at Argenteuil by Claude Monet Like honey on a ripened pear, a glow upon today remains. Let’s walk, not brace for winter yet.  Each unkempt orchard row will stiffen, cold, the frost like sharpened lace on this Winchester farm. Now, littered on […]

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