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 build, ground, hungry, and light.
If you would like to participate in the next special poetry assignment, the new words are hope, walk, sugar, and sky.
(These are excerpts—click on the title to view the whole poem)
from cloud to ground
as if exhaled unmasked
Nancy K. Jentsch
we pretended to get sick too
so that Teta wouldn't make us go to
masjid Nabi Jleel, and stand with bearded men
I'd ask, but I know your answer:
it doesn't matter.
Elizabeth Brewster Thomas
Aren't you hungry?
I didn't expect for these fireworks
of blooms, my Mexican sage
throwing out long trajectories
Like smoking rooftops. A kiss of bliss.
Exhaling the burden of being ourselves.
It's something out
of a movie: hungry flames, other cars