d467/1243014721-indefenseofeve.jpgLast week, Kathleen Flenniken shared a great little poem about how "Y is ruining your life." This week—the week in which the Seattle Poetry Chain hits the half-year mark (?!?!)—Flenniken has called back to the origins of the Poetry Chain. I'll let her introduce her choice:

I'd like to pass the chain to Mike Hickey, our poet populist. Mike was my first poetry teacher. About fifteen years ago I was home with babies and going stir crazy and decided to take a night class in poetry writing from the UW Experimental College, and here was this enormously generous, funny, charismatic guy leading me into a new and absolutely necessary world. His class changed my life. It's no surprise to anyone who knows Mike that his poems can juggle knives, spinning plates, heartbreak, tornados, all at the same time. Mike's writing is alive and big hearted and takes the turns fast. I love reading Mike's poems—I never know where they're going to take me, but when I get there, it matters.

Hickey is the author most recently of a chapbook called In Defense of Eve. Here is the title poem from that book: Michael G. Hickey's entry for the Seattle Poetry Chain.

In Defense of Eve

A man recently told me that the success of the trees in the Garden of Eden was due to the fact that Adam and Eve were astronauts and had attained curious knowledge in horticulture, agriculture and jungle planning from other planets. I found this information plausible inasmuch as I had no reason to doubt the man. He then explained that the trees’ fruit were actually precious gems and the apple was a pearl and every leaf on every tree was the color of water. Water and insects rule our planet. I found this information imminently possible because of the swamp I live in. He further illustrated Eve’s eyes — little bottles of perfume and Adam’s penis — a cowboy boot with a broken heel. Also, the Garden itself was lined in vacuum cleaners and sleeping bears. I told this man, who claimed to be God, Eve should have trusted Adam but she was tired of the smell of paradise and who wouldn’t talk to a talking snake?

Thanks to Kathleen Flenniken for her choice and many thanks to Michael G. Hickey. Tune in next week to see who he chooses for the next link in the Seattle Poetry Chain.