In an ongoing series, the editors, former contributors, and readers of Eclectica have been invited to write a poem containing four pre-chosen words. The words for this issue are thorn, meander, expel, and conceal.
If you would like to participate in the next special poetry assignment, the new words are chameleon, liquid, cupboard, and gutter.
(These are excerpts—click on the title to view the whole poem)
I could have mistaken
the gushing in the pipes for sobbing.
Meander far on unmapped roads.
Pick hallucinatory weeds.
Why My Body
Because I've stuffed it with secrets
and let it make me sorry.
Two Word Poems
How do we live here?
Like the deer
foraging our seasons.
is a variation on a single idea:
equal or not equal.
( this it is )
Gaping mouth at every devastation, butterfly wings of brick coming down, concrete clouds and the hardening.
j. a. tyler