Eve Taft

It was peach tea
I left it steaming
followed a voice or thought
veered off, somewhere

returning from an odyssey
I shake the dust off my boots
thinking of nows and thens
I sip from my old mug
and find the tea cold.


Eve TaftEve Taft is an emerging writer who lives in the Twin Cities. In January 2018, her poem “born of woman” will be published in Badlands Literary Journal. She admires the beat poets, the modernists, and anyone who pushes boundaries, a little or a lot.