Tag: blue

A hyper-realistic photograph-like image: A bare forearm rises diagonally from the lower left toward a clenched fist near the upper center-right. The fist is crushing an enormous handful of intensely saturated electric-blue Slurpee. The blue ice bulges extravagantly between essentially every finger, with chunks breaking away and suspended droplets falling beneath the hand. The fingernails are painted glossy black with multicolored glitter, but the polish is chipped and irregular, exposing portions of the nails. Blue syrup and ice flecks stain the fingers. Melted blue liquid pours down the wrist and forearm in thick, irregular streams. The skin is very wet and shiny, with strong sunlight picking out pores, creases, hairs, and reflections. Behind the arm is a warm cream/off-white concrete wall, softly out of focus. It has stains, small dark marks, seams and weathering, but nothing that competes with the hand. A narrow gray-brown strip of ground appears along the bottom. The blue is astonishing. Created with ChatGPT for “slurpees.”

“Slurpees” * Poetry * Riley Fable

aromatica poetica August 12, 2026

slurpees coca cola slurpee brown, the green on an apple flavored candy, like the soda but with small pieces of ice, the slush stays in your mouth for a bit longer; cold against your lips, tangy taste coating your whole tongue; premier blue like the ocean on its brightest days, the harsh lights of an excitingly luminescent crystal, frozen liquid that you really shouldn’t drink again. I see the same emptiness by the hotel exit, I don’t know whether I’ll …

A triptych of cyanotypes from Anna Atkins’s Photographs of British Algae presents three seaweed specimens—large marine algae—rendered as white silhouettes against deep blue. From left to right: Cystoseira ericoides, Sargassum bacciferum, and Cystoseira granulata. Their forms grow increasingly dense and intricate, while faint handwritten labels quietly anchor the images in scientific taxonomy.

Blue Blades, Blue Times * Poems by Gabriella Garofalo * Cyanotypes by Anna Atkins

aromatica poetica April 28, 2026

To P. Are words partners in crime with life? A heated argument going on, While the rough wild sea can’t wait For souls to dive in and on no accounts Can flowers rise- No funny ghosts, but real wrath and hunger If over here, away to the left, In the lane alongside your fields, Maudlin ballads or garish sunsets keep shouting At full blast that life is wonderful, the trick of blue gamblers- But hush now, look, hope and desire …

A drawing of a boy in a rowboat on a dark blue lake. He is looking directly at the viewer and in the background are trees and fog rolling in over them. The image is framed as if in a photograph. By Alabaster Rhumb for “The Particle He Has Become.”

“The Particle He Has Become” * Poetry * Nina Sääskilahti

aromatica poetica March 26, 2021

From a room to another I wander and wonder Where is he? Are there any traces of him left? Last night I had this dream We were five in an old wooden rowing boat in a fog so thick no one could say where the boat was heading And the next day the funeral arrangements for the deceased man in a photograph in an old wooden rowing boat smiling sun shining nothing but blue sky and the depths of his …

A charming drawing of a bee in a bluebell, its stripes and stinger just visible beneath the blue petals. By Alabaster Rhumb for Love Stings.

“Love Stings” * Flash Fiction * Samantha Meddaugh

aromatica poetica November 2, 2020

I impatiently burst through the opening of our stuffy home where we have been secluded for several long months and take in the fresh air. The sun shines so brightly and beautifully in my compound eyes. My yellow stripes gleam like sunlight, my black stripes dark as night. My name is Phoenix, and I’m a young female worker bee. Spring is almost over, and summer is making its move, filling the days with a welcoming warmth. As my antennae take …