Apr/May 2002 Poetry

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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 wax, deadly, click, and parachute. Below are the resulting selected poems.

If you would like to participate in the next special poetry assignment, the four new words are Dos Equis, dispense, tomb, and album. Send your poem to editors@eclectica.org by June 1, 2002.

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Four Word Poems
Tonight the wind goes
canyoning through earth's
spaces, chambers of the heart,
corridors of breath.
Taylor Graham


Three Word Poems
It drifts lazy as nimbus without need
of a parachute. It waits behind gauze
curtains that lift in the breeze.
Patty Mooney


Two Word Poems
The little once-shelled saints
flutter fast as moth-hearts
as they lay their hands on my pasty
brain and speak in tongues
Tara Brever


Row Your Boat
the click
of hammer against metal
becomes the clang
of your deadly
morning alarm
Amy Crane Johnson


The Witch's Doll
It is not he,
this doll that you hold. It is the union
between you, the deadly bond burning,
an umbilicus of fire.
Jennifer Finstrom


ring over knuckle,
bride over threshhold,
every room baptized til our house
glows home
Laurel K. Dodge


In the room
where they fold
the girls have
to cut their nails
Michelle Cameron


A Muse Ing
One right click
and the parachute of my soul
opens in a city confined
within the muse of a web page
Shelly Reed


Two Word Poems
I sit in 2E, flying somewhere over Cuba,
thinking about Lombard's safe, good marriage,
Gable gathering her headless body and bringing it home.
Julie King


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