I wrote a poem about Adam and Eve. Well, more about Eve than Adam.

I don’t believe in the literal interpretation of Genesis. I don’t believe in the apple, the garden, the tree, the temptation, the Fall, or the banishment.

I do believe that oral story telling is a rich part of tradition and somewhere along the way, telling stories began to lose their power of metaphor.

In the literal, vein, however, I wrote this poem and designed a backdrop as I think more about my Catholic faith.