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 yarn (or yam), cushion, attic, and cocoon.

If you would like to participate in the next special poetry assignment, the new words are branch, daughter, wrinkle, and globe.

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(These are excerpts—click on the title to view the whole poem)

Black Crow / Burnt Land
 
Attachment to land is the red loam
squelched between naked toes
 
Barbara De Franceschi

 

Two Word Poems
 
We'd wobble the aisles of X-Mart, past
turnips and yams, past acorn squash and scallions,
coconuts with their black eyes gone dim.
 
Brent Fisk

 

Every Sunday
 
she cuts out single words
to place them on cushions
made of leafs she picked from the maple tree
 
Dorothee Lang

 

The Fates
 
Their hearts not cushions
but machines, following each other
like drumming footsteps
 
Jennifer Finstrom