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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 funny, half, player, and way.
If you would like to participate in the next special poetry assignment, the new words are shape, twice, repeat, and crash.
(These are excerpts—click on the title to view the whole piece!)
Where was Eros on that restless freefall?
I embrace the moon,
a cold hug in a nauseous fug
Barbara De Franceschi
She's a magician with her giant wand.
Her bucket of soapy solution,
a drop or two of mineral oil she calls "plasticity."
Richard Matta
In dreams, I'm a pawn, not the chess player.
I'm moved, not knowing the language of the game.
Algebraic notations in alien scripts.
Rebecca Dempsey
you were a child then
your skin was never supposed
to blister that way
Katrina Kaye
Wind Farms of Central Illinois
The turbines span I-55,
Bright Stalk, Blooming Grove,
twenty miles past Bloomington
Evan Martin Richards
