Oct/Nov 2003 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 mint, binoculars, stereo, and prince. Below are the resulting selected poems.

If you would like to participate in the next special poetry assignment, the four new words are sacred, passport, lion, and echo. Send your poem(s) to editors@eclectica.org by December 1, 2003.

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From the Tower
A knock sounds. The witch
is at the door, jealous and aware
that trouble is brewing...
Jennifer Finstrom


Waiting for the Bloom
Abuelita taught me to water and water
until the soil coughs. She said Spain knew what it was
like to suffocate, and Franco would sit up in his grave
if anyone was allowed to be happy.
Julie King


Two Word Poems
In the city of your dreams
people sit at outdoor cafes
sipping mint juleps
Taylor Graham


He was the Prince of Alameda de Las Pulgas
watching the parade through binoculars—
the minstrels, the showgirls, the drunkards.
J.P. Dancing Bear


You were sure of heaven.
You didn't need to open
your eyes to see Jesus moseying
along at your side.
Tara Gilbert-Brever


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