Oct/Nov 2023  •   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 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

we held hands

something felt shanghaied. dustdeviled away. tornadoed away.

Nicholas Barnes

For the Deflated in December

when I twisted, I saw
he was closing in like a shadow

Marj Hahne

Duplex for Slowing Down

Thinned blood and minds heavy with worry show no signs.
He skated, boxed, banged, bruised, and healed quickly.

Richard L. Matta

Misery Whip

Dusk pries its way into the valley spilling over branches and grass

Scott Burwash