Poet Pick – Chuck Stringer
What The Apple SaidI must say, I was really getting tired, Eve,of just hanging aroundon a tree that everyone—alltwo of you—knewno one should touch. Tiredof watching that sneak of a serpentcoil around this lonely, darktrunk on which Godhad nailed a NO TRESPASSING sign.Eve, I thrilledfrom my core through my fleshto my loosening stemwhen I saw […]