Each week at #ThisIsWhere we try to avoid having a theme. But they just keep happening anyway.
It's oddly organic. With no larger agenda in mind, you pick out what you think are the ten best poems from the recent submissions. You read them over, and suddenly, like storm clouds parting, there it is: a theme.
Last week it was Miami Traffic Poetry.
This week it is the Unobvious Thing.
Sometimes the Unobvious Thing makes itself clear midway through a poem. (See Scott Fiore's "The Wall" or Stelios Serdenes "The Hatching".)