After Flowers, The Postman's second volume of poetry, with its lush garden imagery, is a banquet for the senses. The writer sets a languid pace, lulling the reader into a false sense of ease, only to be brought up short with acutely apt descriptions of extraordinary emotion. While the author's last book, The Articulate Conception, was pleasurable to read, this book takes The Postman's skill to another plane entirely, showcasing his aptitude for haunting turns of phrase that linger long after a poem has been read - and beg it be read again.
The book is ripe with subtle mystery, as velvet gilled fish swim in a landscape of extraordinary bloom, full or hope and breathtaking heartache. The Postman's deft use of words and phrases, somewhat reminiscent of Victorian romance era writing, are utterly appropriate to the sensuous Garden of Eden theme. Birds, flowers, and insects abound, along with a lurking sense of darkness that perpetually underscores the opulent beauty of the scenery. This book will not disappoint even the most discriminating reader and is a delight to read and reread.