Because you are good to me, and because I pity you for all the things you do not know, and because I want you to understand me, I will tell you how the world smells. If you could know the truth of it, you would wake up the way I wake up, besieged, inveigled, incredulous, impatient, the iridescent scent of hummingbirds already burning my nostrils: the smells, the smells! I need you to open the door so I can throw …
Tag: Dirt
“Golf” & “Tang” * Poetry * Robert Donohue
Golf If seen from outer space The most obvious feature Of where I live Would be the golf courses And everyone residing here Would appear to exist In the narrow margins Between them. My grandmother would collect The errant golf balls All the pros Hit over the fences Into the streets. She kept them in A dresser drawer And seeing this drawer Full of golf balls Would please me As a child. I remember How this drawer smelled: There was …
The Magic & Poetry of Candle Making: An Interview with Trista Edwards of MARVEL + MOON
I met Trista Edwards through the magical and supportive community of Luna Luna Magazine, where she is an associate editor. I visited her shop, MARVEL + MOON, and was delighted to find that her candle making blends her love of literature with her practice as a witch. Then, when I read that her impulse to collect “tiny elemental memory markers,” such as “a feather from a Victorian-era cemetery, a little darkened soil from W.B. Yeats’s grave, a sprig of mint from a bush outside …
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