Bob Lucky
Eve, the Orchard Years
The apples that don’t fall far from the tree get picked, packed, shipped, sliced, and crammed into lunch boxes thousands of miles away or just rot on the ground with all the other fallen apples. Adam brews some good cider, but he doesn’t like to share it. During the harvest season, the kids bring their kids to help. No one talks about the good old days anymore.
paradise the birds and the bees at it again. . . a slithering ripple beneath fallen apple blossoms
About the Author
Bob Lucky is the author most recently of My Thology: Not Always True But Always Truth (Cyberwit, 2019) and the chapbook Conversation Starters in a Language No One Speaks (SurVision Books, 2018), which was a winner of the James Tate Poetry Prize in 2018. Lucky lives in Portugal, where he is working his way through all the regional cheeses and wines.