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 borrow, phone, lost, and nothing.
If you would like to participate in the next special poetry assignment, the new words are mirror, demand, rain, and settle.
(These are excerpts—click on the title to view the whole poem)
Two Word Poems
The dead shrew flips from cat's mouth
to air, able now to fly without feathers
How To Stop Time
All so you could see
the far-off river, the town where everyone
you knew lived.
my thoughts drifted like a beetle in a backyard pool
to a friend I'd heard nothing from in months
Sara Pirkle Hughes
For Nothing at All
He could do all those happy things
I was no damn good at
Degrees of blandness slip into the ritual,
in the shed of so-called muck
Barbara De Franceschi
Here we are again,
lost in a white flurry
Staring at a whiteboard, trackless
frozen tundra, the inside of an avalanche.
I'll be your all-or-nothing, your phone-a-friend,
your caution to the wind, your whoops-a-daisy.
A Phone Call From The Grave
Out of nowhere, we smell fresh gardenias
& roses. Few days later someone dies.
Sharon Mathews and David Mathews
I Confide in the Goddess Circe about My Divorce
Circe doesn't scare me, even standing in the middle of my apartment.