Jan/Feb 2021  •   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 wonder, gold, fire, and nail.

If you would like to participate in the next special poetry assignment, the new words are last, held, find, and town.

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

December 24, 2020

Chopsticks and Netflix pair perfectly
with whiskey runneth over

Heather M.F. Lyke

Long Winter

the bricks of my house
hold no fire

Emma E. Vogl


One moment we were drinking at the source
Of all that’s free and good, then came the thunder.

Beau Lee Gambold

Broken Women

She was not a woman
who knew the difficulty
of steadying an ever-restless boat

Amy Fair

The Shape of Things

how like a sponge you hold those stories
saturated heavy with Tragedy and Pride

Becca Downs

Almost Solstice

Why is daylight so precise?

Christine Potter

My Mother Paces

The kids at the park don't know it's the solstice,
only that their touch football games are ever shorter.

Jack Murphy

Waterfall Glen Forest Preserve

you can't equate the wonder that you feel
when a doe aims herself like an arrow over
the road with the idea of "lethal removal"

Jennifer Finstrom

Sonnet for a Big Tree

Its boughs shelter house sparrows,
its branches bow the sky,
and from the peak of its canopy
it can see for blocks.

Evan Martin Richards