This is the twenty-seventh poem created from either the first two or last two words from each written piece in an upcoming issue of Star 82 Review. I am told that this type of collage poem, that merges words from several writers, has an actual name, a "Cento," Latin for "patchwork." Here is the poem that unites the community of writers that will appear in issue 7.3, upcoming mid-September or so.
Look over
a straw
person’s day
The new
night outside
has pockets
of wind
to dance
Over untended
eggs, cooling
we sung
to help
at all
been reading
Big angels
can beget
from perfect
ghosted companion
The call
to life
be together
just be
This was
nice even
Old West
court martial
We thought
wrong before
I leave
your feet
platters filled
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