eulogies by Venus Fultz

Eulogy #1

Now don’t you go hunting

Sweet boy. There’s a goddess

Cruel with love for you,

Willing to gather your blood

Into flowers for her grief

Should you become prey

To the boar you seek.


Eulogy #2

Now was there ever a 

Love so sweet. Bend close

To the water and croon

Into the reflection of

You. From beneath she

Watches, jealous of your

Blossoming love.


Eulogy #3

Pretty as the moon. Poems

Can’t do you justice, but those

ballads have risen up high on

whispering winds where a 

god crackles dangerously

with an insatiable need 

for you.

Venus Fultz (he/him) is a nonbinary writer who enjoys prodding and pushing the boundaries of speculative fiction. He received MFA in Fiction at the University of Alaska, Fairbanks and is a fiction reader for Barren Magazine. He has reviews published and forthcoming in Permafrost Literary Magazine and Antipodes Journal. His creative work can be found at Marrow Magazine, Wrongdoing Magazine, and BUBBLE Magazine.

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