Tag: moon

This creative and whimsical image features a large, brown dog's head and nose in space, hovering above a small Earth. The dog (probably a Basset Hound) has droopy ears and a calm expression. The Earth is depicted with blue oceans and green and brown land masses—you can make out the general shapes of continents such as North and South America, Africa, and parts of Europe and Asia. The background is a starry night sky with various galaxies and stars. The starry background appears to be a photograph, while the dog and the Earth seem to be drawn or digitally created, giving the image a mix of realism and illustration. Illustration by Alabaster Rhumb, description by Be My AI, lightly edited.

“The Nose of the World” * Fiction * Amber Burke

aromatica poetica September 20, 2023

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 …

“Timberline” is an animated image of a ring of magical pine trees as seen from below, their branches circling the twilight sky, where firefly-like creatures dance. For “Ember Opens the Door,” by Brook Bhagat.

“Ember Opens the Door” * Poetry * Brook Bhagat

aromatica poetica October 21, 2021

Long past bedtime nighttime mountain winter air sparkles ice inside her nose with the inbreath deep, deep, free, they’re asleep, they’re all asleep. Ember closes the door soft behind her and smells the moon: pines, minty, peppery pines, their outlines blurring green together into black. Off the stoop in nightgown and coat, she shifts the kitty backpack of graham crackers, marshmallows, chocolate. Socks, underpants, Jenny doll. Boots crush footprints in hard snow, slow then fast, making for the woods for …

Three bands of blue from sky to deep to midnight. Floating over the blues from left to right: a single hyacinth, a single maple leaf, and a single stem of holly berries and leaves. For “Harboring Hyacinths” and Other Poems by John Muro

“Harboring Hyacinths” and Other Poems * John Muro

aromatica poetica October 6, 2021

Harboring Hyacinths Fist-thick cobs could well Collapse under the weight Of their fragrant muscle; Curdled pink and purple Pestles that split the tender Lip of bulbs, and, in one Thrust, choked, swallowed And sweetened air. Now Embolden, become near- Perennial squatters by the Bay window; daylong Appeal to smell mostly With a raw, unremitting Redolence as if they knew The sense most easily seduced And addicted to their presence And so overlook their sins of Excess and untimely hope; Would …

A photo of a coyote digging a hole with his nose in it, and green grass behind. For Sneezing Coyotes by Salvatore Marici.

“Sneezing Coyotes” & Other Poems * Salvatore Marici

aromatica poetica August 22, 2021

Sneezing Coyotes Day before the vet injects barbiturates on top of Valium, damp autumn dusk settles in the prairie behind my house. Whisky burns my belly. I dig her grave thigh deep. Tonight, the moon’s surface reflects the sun, spreads silvery light over native plants, Coyotes sniff the hole’s fresh-turned soil. Today, the last heat this black cat will generate, leaves, passes through her cardboard coffin warms my lap. Ruby curls as if asleep in her basket on the windowsill …