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

 

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

 

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