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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 zip, orchestra, shrinking, and truth.
If you would like to participate in the next special poetry assignment, the new words are inverted, filigree, glitter, and light.
(These are excerpts—click on the title to view the whole piece!)
A morning sparrow zips
past the hood—
& I am on my knees
David Mathews
we are not playing
in the orchestra
of the apocalypse
Madronna Holden
no zip is needed for my bag really,
what little truth it holds will not spill,
truth is shrinking
Chee Kein (Arthur) Neong
When I thought you'd gone you reappeared,
fire at my fingertips that raced up my arms,
down my legs, zipped along every nerve channel
Donna Lee Miele
Summer
is shrinking, I thought, remembering my
last August before college
Christine Potter
