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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 sea, save, after, and easy.
If you would like to participate in the next special poetry assignment, the new words are bliss, agenda, star, and lost.
(These are excerpts—click on the title to view the whole piece!)
Maybe we could kick the tires
of industrial desire
before their punctures
blow us out
Madronna Holden
When someone asks me what I do / Behind the news
an uneven
boy with a celebrity's surname, and a hundred others who
smoke cheap cigarettes at the local tea shop
Kivleen Sahni
It isn't easy to defend a dune
from biting, wind erosion.
Joyce Brinkman
The ancestors call out,
lamenting how you let sin bathe
Sarah Blackmon
It cries on the land
it once knew
to be easy, trustworthy
Margaret Marcum
I feel her heartbeat
in mine, those milky blue
fingers
Erin Jamieson
I'm grateful for the world's beauty,
which for years I had no time for.
Bob Bradshaw
