Tag: Sugar

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 peek inside a septic tank”: Like a cave but walls too smooth. Dark place. Smooth black walls. Splotches of stuff: green, brown, grey, and things like stalagmites hanging down, almost like ragged material in shades of browns. (Flicker)

“A Septic Tank” and Other Poems by Joan Mazza

aromatica poetica April 18, 2023

A Septic Tank is a portal to an alternate universe. Your disgust at opening it for cleaning is not simply because of its stink, not because it contains what the body expels and sheds, not even the knowledge of its billions of microorganisms, many of them infectious agents that kill when found in the wrong places. Your revulsion surfaces with that opening because that tank is gateway to your past, to the DNA of all your relatives and anyone you’ve …

Indian spices for sale at the Anjuna flea-market, Anjuna Beach, Goa. Large transparent bags heaped with spice varieties with metal scoops.

“An Imperfect Cook” and Other Poems by Kashiana Singh

aromatica poetica August 26, 2022

An imperfect cook I often look up the recipes saved in a handmade diaryone I had brought along, it was sealed in a quilted bagof things, it was not one of brocade or of autumn richcolors, not like bags sealed with dowry, massive, final this bag was handmade, my dadi’s, not a quintessentialfeast of gold and zardozi of weddings, it was permeableof skin, muslin pores on its surface, colored in mustardof haldi, reminding me of dadi’s golden concoction withginger, honey …

Photograph of glowing hazelnuts with radioactive effects!

“Like False Hazel…” * Four Poems * DS Maolalai

aromatica poetica July 22, 2019

Hazelnuts it’s beautiful; this hot hazelnut coffee, made with sweet syrup and no hazelnuts at all, tasting nothing like hazelnuts and much like the future which bangs outside, brassy, band and big. it’s sunlight and slamming the pavements, slamming the window and slamming your hands on the coffeeshop table like the clip of a closing pianolid, and you’ve gotten two messages since sitting down, and both of them have been good; delicious like false hazel. it’s a wonderful thought, isn’t …