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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 translucent, sandal, dusk, and obsidian.
If you would like to participate in the next special poetry assignment, the new words are tiresome, amber, bulletin, and nap.
(These are excerpts—click on the title to view the whole piece!)
Do you think a rich man would be worried about the poor?
Would you wear sandals in winter?
Juan Pablo Mobili
A pulse oximeter sandals a foot
Nancy Sobanik
a crude but genuine
scrimshaw handle, overlapping Fleur-de-lis
carved into it
David Frye
Joy lifts the weight of
time into the air like sands
Kelli Weldon
Turn around: look back—
Can you see the stars emerging
in the wake of your own dusk
Madronna Holden
The veil between us is cobweb thin,
sulphur scents the air.
Shaun R. Pankoski
That day was
nearly the first night that year I went outside after
supper in the dusk
Christine Potter
