Jul/Aug 2020  •   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 hope, walk, sugar, and sky.

If you would like to participate in the next special poetry assignment, the new words are dream, check, join, and free.

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

Walking Toddy to Mail a Letter

After I drop my letter in the mailbox,
my reason to get out of my place is gone.

David Mathews


I believed
only in the secular warmth of the home,
the scent of bread, divisions of atoms

Syd Shaw

Route 1, Box 245

they were beaten here
lost pride here
trained their little Corinthians how to love

Eric Merriweather


the frescoed rhythm of the dishwasher
scratching the three-day mustard stains
and stanch sugar crumbs on plates

Dorsía Smith Silva


My walking meditation had a focus:
Will I regret...? As I wound around
the pattern like thread on a spool

Kathleen Kirk


It's easy to look into the bay and believe
the sea offers support not found on land.

Joyce Brinkman

the boardwalk

what is that?
the scent of sugar creation
spinning wildly in a tin

Jessica Scirocco

Hiking Off Trail

Someone must have dragged the table from a nearby park;
Perhaps a restless group of teenage boys,
Or some fairies hosting a garden party.

Kelly Webber

Quarantine Poem with a Picnic

Lately your days go better when you wake up
early, get out and walk, read as if you're
drowning in it like you used to

Jennifer Finstrom

Protestors Cross the Chicago River, May 29, 2020

Hope dons masks and goggles,
climbs atop cars and railings

Evan Martin Richards