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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 tiresome, amber, bulletin, and nap.
If you would like to participate in the next special poetry assignment, the new words are zip, orchestra, shrinking, and truth.
(These are excerpts—click on the title to view the whole piece!)
days blurred like wet leaves in smog
Barbara De Franceschi
The word ceasefire is declared a tiresome cliché intended to distract.
Gloria D. Gonsalves
Screen time
can soothe him, though never
for long
Linda Meg Frith
strange showers of amber gas with
pepper spray thick enough to blind
Claire Hamner Matturro
But there is more
than nostalgia
between us
Madronna Holden
Below it, in smaller handwriting:
Whoever keeps stealing yogurt
your mother would be ashamed.
David Anson Lee
Writing Poems In Summer’s First Heat
In my dress pocket
my phone shivers: same old, same old
Christine Potter
