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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 control, hang, cost, and match.
If you would like to participate in the next special poetry assignment, the new words are sea, save, after, and easy.
(These are excerpts—click on the title to view the whole piece!)
I've just left my husband. I've never started
a fire before.
Sara Pirkle
Haiku Sequence for Nuclear War
Pretend to be fine
Control the masses
Enjoy domination
Susanna Skelton
hurrah for this
this hang left, hang right,
sideways slanting precipitation
Nicholas Barnes
Summoning her newly-acquired league of demons
to put her foes in their place, curse words poured
from her mouth.
Mickie Kennedy
After years of rotating seasons,
the soil is leached,
and they are no better.
David A. Goodrum
I'd Tell You What I Said but I'm Not Sure You Want to Hear It
The number four is significant: four wings,
four styles of flight, four ways of lift. I have,
for some reason, always feared that number.
Gretchen Rockwell
The cost of your leaving.
You can barely make his shape out
in the dark.
Caleb Libbey
