Tag: Canada

The image depicts a surreal scene of a barren tree in a snowy winter landscape with Canadian banknotes hanging from its branches, as if they were wilting leaves. The banknotes include denominations of 5, 20, and 50 Canadian dollars, each featuring the iconic maple leaf symbol. The scene is set at night, with a dimly lit road stretching into the distance, lined with utility poles. The overall atmosphere is cold and mysterious, with a sense of isolation emphasized by the snow-covered ground and the dark, expansive sky. By Godin plus ChatGPT

“2 a.m. Uber on a Winter Night” * Poetry * Leah Mosier-Farquharson

aromatica poetica February 5, 2025

You can’t have expectations for a 2 a.m. pick-upand so it should’ve seemed entirely natural,greased Dali moustache, red-leather interior,the neutral Honda,low to the curb like an anesthetized drunk in their 20son a winter night. We climbed in the backseat,the driver’s ensuing monologue making ustravelling disciples. Secular wine-drunk,looking for a good story or something to believe in. Our fault for asking, “How are you?”The bait, his response; “Not good.”We didn’t even need to provoke, the answers came as freelyas the air’s …

The Dunhuang map or Dunhuang Star map is one of the first known graphical representations of stars from ancient Chinese astronomy, dated to the Tang Dynasty (618–907). Black, red, and white ink depict the hands of different astronomers on this ancient manuscript. (Wikipedia)

“Stars or Quanta” * Poems * Yuan Changming

aromatica poetica April 7, 2023

I Miss You; Therefore, I Am Each time I miss you A bud begins to bloom So you are surrounded by flowers Everywhere you go Each time I miss you A dot of light pops up So you are illuminated by a whole sky …

A panoramic view of the farm with photos of some of the barn animals—geese, a rabbit, Lady the cow, and a baby goat—overlayed with transparency so you can see the lush green land behind.

“Flight of Barn” * Nonfiction * Rebecca Blaevoet

aromatica poetica December 20, 2022

Today I would like to curate a flight you’ve probably never imagined. No barista course or sommelier training will teach you about the subject we will study today, but it is one all farmers know. Our barn is the staging area: it’s long and symmetrical, wood-paneled a la New Brunswick winter, weathered, rustic, unshakable as the hill it stands on. We swing through the little postern, and enter a palatial gallery, tall wooden doors marching down the length like theatre …

One of the resort staff takes on the daunting-looking task of cracking open a fresh coconut for Smelling and tasting. He begins by skewering the hard, brown ball on a sharp steel pole, breaks the fruit in half and then gently carves out chunks of the white meat.

“Smelling and Tasting, Again for the First Time” * Personal Essay * Thelma Fayle

aromatica poetica September 8, 2022

Smelling a molasses-like ooze on the cover of my damp old book made me wonder what it was. I felt sick to my stomach within five minutes; but didn’t connect the two events. I thought I was coming down with the flu. Within 24 hours I was in Emergency on a ventilator and heart monitor. Eighteen years and a million sneezes later (always more than 100 a day); I no longer had a sense of smell or taste and usually …

“A Dictionary of Tomatoes” * Creative Nonfiction * Gabriella Brand

aromatica poetica November 9, 2020

The summer language classes are free, but Rabka insists on leaving payments on my desk. Slippery eggplants—aubergines--waddled in a dish towel like purple babies. Ripe tomatoes cradled in a woven bag. Cookies, sweet and wheaty, pregnant with raisins. Moist, glistening farmer’s cheese, twisted like a rune. I try to return the towels and the tidy bags, carefully stitched from recycled nightgowns or a baby’s shirt, a towel from Canadian Tire. “This is a useful bag,” I say. “You should take …