Spewed out of God's Sixth Day WIDE open post utero mouth, these zygotes, twin embryos, now grown, one buried inside the other, tumblefall into Eden.
History's first birth defect.
That story about the rib? History's first cover-up.
Nixon, listen up. God did it, too!
No woman to ride side saddle for long, Eve sharpens overgrown nails, aliens her way free through Adam's wimpy chest. She flirts with the serpent, finishes off the apple, tosses Adam the worm and the core.
Original sin. What fun, she trills.
With a shake of her fuck-me frizzled hair and one hand lifting an, as yet uncaressed breast, she takes up with a horny caveman. Their two dozen mix-breeded children scope uncountable later debates about Origins, birth control, and the true author of the Kama Sutra.
About the Author
Among other journals and poetry collections, Pris Campbell's poetry has been published in Poems Niederngasse, MiPo Publications (print/digital/radio), Boxcar Poetry Review (her poem in the May 2007 issue won the issue's peer award), The Dead Mule: An Anthology of Southern Literature, In The Fray, Blackmail Press, Tears in the Fence, Thunder Sandwich, Verse Libre, and the Woman of the Web Anthology. Her chapbook, Abrasions, was published by Rank Stranger Press and Interchangeable Goddesses, with Tammy Trendle, by Rose of Sharon Press, S.A. Griffin, publisher.
My curse is my gift. My nightmares, deep sensitivity, and emotional instability gives the best (and most uncomfortable) inspirations I could ever have. For me, art is passion - and visions are the mirror, which show my feelings and connect me with the rest of the world. Read More...