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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 bliss, agenda, star, and lost.
If you would like to participate in the next special poetry assignment, the new words are park, sugar, storm, and river.
(These are excerpts—click on the title to view the whole piece!)
you consume sunsets like chocolate
chewing fast and hard
Kat Hausler
No agenda, save for
saving my sanity
Jennifer Gauthier
It was just one more body he'd never get to,
but he didn't think it could be a bad thing
Bruce Robinson
Which one of us is unaware of having an agenda?
But only one can be the queen. The rest will all be thrust out.
Greta Bolger
The birds on the trees / in the streets
have found an agenda
Jayant Kashyap
Bliss is Herbie Hancock playing Ravel's Concerto in G Major
Elizabeth Wadsworth Ellis
Most mornings
they carry on and on
and I get lost
Chris Sako
