Said Eve:


“the problem with Adam was that he was so boring, never wanting to stray beyond the confines of the garden. I mean, he was just content to wander around purposeless, thinking he was important by giving creatures names and getting messages from something he called God…and he Adam reckoned himself to be the mini version.  If you ask me, it was just Adams way of trying to control me and pumping up his own ego at the same time.

Understandably it got on my nerves. I could not be content with this, such a safe, cloying existence. I needed a challenge and as for the apple, well I told him straight, I looked him in the eye and said, “don’t you dare tell me what I can and cannot eat” “I will eat whatever I want, when I want and in any way I want, so there, that was that.

Oh, and by the way, there was no serpent…that was just another story he made up to explain to himself why little old me, who was supposed to be made from his rib broke the rules. From his rib? As if…don’t make me laugh!… and yes, he was that possessive.

According to him I was meant to be as obedient and tamed as he was. Not a chance, and as for being banned from Eden, let me tell you loud and clear, I walked. For after all had been said and done, I’d certainly had enough and was ready to welcome new horizons with open arms.
©K Barr




Things I ate

About you

Are the things

I hate but do

And you

Hate the things

That you

Had to take in

Too we do

A lot of got

To taking for

The making

Of ourselves can

We eschew

These things undo

The knots that tie

Us to the things we use

To mind us could we

Ever lose to find us

We are seekers

In our blindness

Bleeding need to

Redefine us

Make some room

Inside for new

Replace in haste

To recompense

The waste of things

We hate but ate

Inside us we may

Never rest

Until our best

Through appetite

Takes in our right

And satiates our fighting

To be free

©K Barr