Jul/Aug 2018 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 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
Judy Kaber


How To Stop Time
All so you could see
the far-off river, the town where everyone
you knew lived.
Christine Potter


Text Message
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
Steven Deutsch


Banana Bread
Degrees of blandness slip into the ritual,
stomach gurgles
in the shed of so-called muck
Barbara De Franceschi


Turning Over
Here we are again,
lost in a white flurry
Miriam Kotzin


Staring at a whiteboard, trackless
frozen tundra, the inside of an avalanche.
Raymond Byrnes


Crazy Triolet
I'll be your all-or-nothing, your phone-a-friend,
your caution to the wind, your whoops-a-daisy.
Antonia Clark


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.
Jennifer Finstrom


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