Jul/Aug 2004 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 chap, oregano, eraser, and feral. Below are the resulting selected poems.

If you would like to participate in the next special poetry assignment, the four new words are frontier, pool, rhubarb, and pulse. Send your poem(s) to editors@eclectica.org by September 1, 2004.

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Wolf Daughter
She lays down in a nest of
wrestling puppies, and the sun
sets its eraser to all she has known.
Jennifer Finstrom


Two Word Poems
How our lives reduce
to compost, and never for the sake
of growing.
Taylor Graham


Palm Springs for the First Time
Here, in full blaze,
ripe as a prickly pear blossom,
I just might become one
with a high-noon shadow
Amy Crane Johnson


Sometimes Mothers are Insane
Mornings like this,
the clocks have swift
hands, snapping
their fingers: Hurry up!
Liz Bruno


Through the hot desert winds,
the imam chants the call to prayer—
white-robed men of the town, all
bowing together, saying the same things
Michael Spice


The chap in the market wraps up the herbs,
unaware of the trigger he has pulled.
Liliana Bayer


Athens Widowed
Today he is back to being
a muttering fester,
this El Greco who lives next door.
Barbara De Franceschi


Under Analysis
My analyst claims I have to stop this
loser act. She can be feral on her bad days.
Arlene Ang


(Eleventh) Home
By early February I had planted perennials,
rosemary, Echinacea, oregano (the Greek kind)
and in April we were tossing salads
Anita Dugat-Greene


Lost on an Afternoon Hike
rumbles inside
our bellies; we dream roasts
Deborah P. Kolodji


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