Each month one of our gloriously talented writers or guests will discuss the musings and happenings at our staff parties. As always, you are more than welcome to join us at one of our staff parties. Check us out on Facebook for monthly details.
The Postcard
A home is only as inviting as its front door. The party is an opening, a warming. We moved through the rooms like blood through the chambers of a heart. Call the party a heart warming, a home coming. Poets, unlike painters, don’t have openings. Leave closure for the end of the book: a physical act, like licking an envelope or digging a clam.
There were illegible metaphors between our bodies, fictions like melting snow beneath our feet. Everyone danced with their eyes. Keyboards were rejected for their lack of insight; combustion hung like snowflakes in the air. Our fingertips became more sensitive.
We tasted one another as if we were the lips of shared glasses. We uncorked each other like bottles of wine. Our bodies were distilleries. Bottle openers hung from our necklaces, rings fingers, and belt buckles. This was our eroticism: our hearts open like breweries, our tongues drunk on the words from someone else’s mouth.
-Andrew Rihn
