Eve’s apple, was ityellow, green, or red? Red when she looked,yellow when she picked,green when she ate. Green as new things often are—light shoots and inner grasses. In the garden, nothing but kindly beastsand flowering boughs. Not evena branch stout enough to give her a leg up into a tree tall enough to serve as […]
Author: Maeve Kinkead
Maeve Kinkead holds a B.A. and M.A. from Harvard University and an M.F.A. from The Warren Wilson MFA Program for Writers. An Emmy winning actress, she studied at The London Academy of Music and Dramatic Arts. Her writing has appeared in The Cortland Review, The New Yorker, Shadowgraph Magazine, and Provincetown Arts. Her poetry appeared in the 2016 Best of the Net Anthology and has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize. In 2017 she was the Alan Collins Fellow in Poetry at the Bread Loaf Writers’ Conference. Barrow Street Press published her first book of poetry, A Dangling House, in 2017.
Tyrolean Hills
for S.W. de Rachewiltz All morning we looped up, you on practiced, sturdy legsuntil near noon we found a farmhouse sunk in grass,center black from gypsy fires. Beneath its ruined eaves we ate hard-boiled eggs with salt— a prince’s lunch.Eggshell mosaics fell into a mossy rain-made trough.Close by, a church without a roof. I ventured over, […]
