Glimpsing the Apple My presence goes unnoticed; I am just a glass peephole. You, beneath the sunlight, with a crawling cigarette grin – I am in a delicious plight. You are a red, shining apple; A taboo fruit for my tongue. Your hair catches the wind, flying freely, releasing my dove – You are not easily won. I shall absorb you like a spy; Little quirks my life’s work. Your aura has me pinned, Tiny Tom Thumb opened my eye – O, to haunt you like a fly.
Beeper Peddle is a writer and healer living on the East Coast. She lives with her partner and their beloved soul puppy. Beeper writes about sorrows, lies, and deep loves. When you read her work, you will dip down into her heart and end up in all manner of body parts. Should you find yourself reflected in these words, it is merely coincidence; however, it does not surprise her you share the same heart. Find her at bethpeddle.com and @beeperpeddle on Twitter and Instagram
Amanda Tumminaro (she/her) was born and raised in the Midwest of the United States where she resides with her wonderful family. Her poetry has been published in The Non-Conformist Magazine, Coffin Bell, and The Oracle, among others. Her first chapbook, “The Flying Onion,” was published in 2018 by The Paragon Press.