you could smell last night's band, passed out in the shrubs.
The poets, however, hung the chimneys with care,
nevermind that the chimneys weren't actually there.
And neither were stockings, but they still did they stock
their gifts into these metaphorical socks.
For Trevor: A poem! For Curtis: A limerick!
For Mike and Amanda, a story erotic!
What did you expect, some kind of toy truck?
This is Speakeasy, dude. We're all broke as fuck.
That's right, writer-types. We're keeping it nice and easy for all you shell-shocked holiday veterans. The theme for this month of giving: Other People's Poetry (or Prose). If you're signing up on the list to read at December's open mike, bring an extra bit of writing, no longer than a page (your own or someone else's). All these pages will go into a pile, and readers will draw at random from it for their first reading of the night. Don't worry, you can still read a poem or story of your own afterward. You're already eating Xmas dinner with relatives the week after this, so the last thing we wanna do is extra damage to your ego.
Oh, and while you're at it? Wrap up a misfit book from your own library and bring it along for our literary White Elephant pile. Every single reader at our open mike gets a book from the pile! For free! Don't get too excited; there might be a Kardashian biography in there. But hey, that's still a book AND a page of poetry free for every reader. With those savings, you can't afford not to come. See you at 9ish pm at Will's Pub on Dec. 18, and dog bless us, every one.
- Tod
