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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 saw, deserve, grass, and heavy.
If you would like to participate in the next special poetry assignment, the new words are better, doubt, mode, and wrong.
(These are excerpts—click on the title to view the whole piece!)
your lips on mine
in milky sunlight
even as we both
died of thirst
Erin Jamieson
something felt shanghaied. dustdeviled away. tornadoed away.
Nicholas Barnes
when I twisted, I saw
he was closing in like a shadow
Marj Hahne
Thinned blood and minds heavy with worry show no signs.
He skated, boxed, banged, bruised, and healed quickly.
Richard L. Matta
Dusk pries its way into the valley spilling over branches and grass
Scott Burwash
