The Trees

it is autumn   the trees are old and tired here  like a couple whose bed of fifty years  is filled with stories  the trees also whisper their memories   into the fragrance of night . . .  today     snow slowly falls at the window  soon spring will breathe again  the couple will continue their stories  […]

eve after eden

what did you feel when adam first made love to you did you taste that painful word—desire—under his heaving were you frightened as your belly grew round as fruit when labor induced your screams did your blood spill on the ground giving birth to cain then, as you fed your son your body’s milk did […]